In hand-to-hand combat, James forcibly pulled Pinghe to the ground, and endured the pain of the stab wound in his left shoulder, and made a melee with Pinghe.

With his strong will and physical fitness, he actually supported Pinghe's attack for a while, and kept looking for opportunities to fight back, and after a while of fighting between the two, he miraculously fell into a stalemate.

"Platoon commander, are you alright?"

Wu Jin had just finished dealing with another American soldier and was about to come over to help, but he was holding a military thorn in his hand and looked at the two people who were scuffling together, because he was afraid of accidental injury, and it was difficult to do it for a while.

At this time, the other two reconnaissance platoon fighters had just arrived, and because of James's sudden vigilance, the action was advanced, which led to a small error in their cooperation.

James gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain in his left shoulder, and slammed a punch the size of a sandbag into Pinghe's face.

James understood that only by controlling the person in front of him could there be a glimmer of life at this moment, so he picked up punch after punch, and the punch-to-flesh style made Pinghe's face a lot more red, swollen and bruised.

However, Pinghe did not panic at all, but withstood the pressure, and his face was about to be beaten into a pig's head, but he did not resist with all his strength, but found the opportunity to directly pull out the military thorn that was still pierced into the flesh and blood on James's left shoulder.

“fuck you！”

James shouted loudly in pain, and his whole body went limp, and he was directly ridden by Pinghe.

Pinghe roared and stabbed into James's body one after another, and James gradually lost the ability to resist and became another corpse under the knife, until the last moment of losing consciousness, his body still maintained a posture of counterattack.

"This damn American devil, what a bastard, if it weren't for his platoon commander, you wouldn't have been hurt."

Wu Jin looked at the swollen bruises on Pinghe's face, and said indignantly, wanting to pour a mouthful of thick phlegm on the corpse as he spoke.

"No, it's just that he's in a different camp, he can be regarded as a hero, but it's a pity that it's in the U.S. military, so don't insult the warriors on the battlefield."

Pinghe stopped Wu Jin's move, but instead glanced at James with a little admiration and regret, if it weren't for the urgency of time, he would definitely be buried for such an enemy.

"Platoon commander, there are really a lot of sentries and patrols in the US military, these US troops are gone, they will definitely send someone to look for them, do you want to dispose of the corpse a little, so as not to cause trouble."

Wu Jin glanced at James's corpse with a little shame, and then suggested rather cautiously.

"If there's enough time, then ......"

Pinghe hesitated for a while, still thinking that it would be better to deal with it, although it would delay some time to deliver the news to the company, but it would be worth it to reduce the hidden danger of safety.

However, before Pinghe finished speaking, he saw the reconnaissance platoon soldiers who had been sent out to observe the movements of another pair of American sentries rushed back in a hurry and interrupted what Pinghe was about to say.

"Report to the platoon commander, that sentry of the US army is coming in our direction, and the speed is not slow, I'm afraid it won't be long before it arrives."

The reconnaissance platoon soldier said while still looking at the corpse of the American soldier on the ground, nodded slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How far are we from us? How long it will take, and whether you have revealed your location during the scouting. ”

Pinghe glanced at the corpses of the American soldiers on the ground, and fell into deep thought, if the American troops did not go here at this time, he could still have time to dispose of these battle traces, and then pass by countless sentries, but the current situation is a little tricky.

"Don't worry, platoon commander, I promise I didn't show any of my feet, these American sentries are probably about a minute or so away, we have to decide quickly."

The reconnaissance platoon soldier was also half a recruit, and he swallowed a little nervously and said.

More than a minute is too short, they could have hastily dealt with the corpses and bloodstains, and then the rest of the work would be solved by goose feathers and heavy snow, but in such a short time, without the cover of layers of snow, it will definitely be exposed.

"Wu Jin, you smear some of the blood on the ground on yourself, lie down with me next to the proof that the US military is ice, remember to pretend to be a little bit, don't show your face."

As he spoke, Pinghe smeared some of the blood on the ground on his body, and the bruises from his scuffle with the U.S. military made it look more like a corpse.

"The others dragged this corpse and the corpse that I had just disposed of to the side, and put on a white cloak and hid nearby, so that they could always observe our movements here and attack quickly."

After Pinghe finished speaking, Wu Jin also made corresponding preparations, and the two of them lay near James together, letting countless snow particles float on their bodies without moving at all, and a thin layer of snow half-buried them, making it even more difficult for the US military to detect their disguise.

The soldiers of the other reconnaissance platoons also put on the white cloaks, hidden in all corners of the snow curtain, and the bayonets shining white were already equipped with rifles, ready to surprise the incoming American troops.

“ Oh， my god！ Be careful! Our people were killed by the volunteers. ”

After a while, a group of American soldiers armed with Garand rifles were passing by here very relaxed, but suddenly one of them found several corpses lying on the ground and hurriedly issued a warning.

“shit！”

Several other U.S. sentries were obviously used to it, and suddenly heard such a warning, and hurriedly raised the muzzle of their guns and looked around.

Perhaps it was the corpse of the American soldier on the ground that reminded them that at the cost of taking it lightly, their nerves tensed instantly, and the fingers in their hands trembled slightly because of the pressure prepared in advance, as long as they found that there was an abnormality, the bullet would come out of their disembowelment.

"Oh~ James, aren't you notoriously cautious, why are you still being poisoned."

A non-commissioned officer led by the U.S. sentry squad was a little unsure when he saw James's face at first, but when he got closer, he found that it was indeed an old friend who was still drinking with him yesterday, and he immediately said with some sadness.

"Damn, are these volunteers ghosts? The first line of defense hasn't loosened in the slightest, and they've all been able to penetrate here. ”

Another U.S. non-commissioned officer looked at the snow around him with some irritation, but found no sign of a volunteer.

After a moment of nervousness, the U.S. military sentries also relaxed their vigilance.

After all, if they were volunteers, after killing the American sentries, I am afraid they would not be stupid to stay where they were and wait to be discovered, and a quick evacuation is the safest choice.

So several U.S. sentries slowly put down the muzzles of their guns and walked to the vicinity of the U.S. non-commissioned officer, comforting them.

At this time, several soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon wearing white cloaks approached them little by little, and every time they moved, they carefully stayed for a while to avoid being discovered by the US military.

The US non-commissioned officer was obviously accustomed to seeing life and death, and after listening to a few words of comfort from his comrades-in-arms, he quickly walked out of his grief.

However, when he was about to leave, he saw that there seemed to be a faint white vapor ejecting from the nostrils of Pinghe, who was pretending to be a corpse.

He was stunned for a second, thinking that he had seen it wrong, so he slowly leaned down and put his finger to the nostrils of **he, wanting to test it.

At this time, feeling that he was about to be discovered, Pinghe suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the hand that proved that the US non-commissioned officer was outstretching, pulled him hard, dragged him to the ground, and lifted the military stab in his hand to the major artery in his neck.

The U.S. non-commissioned officer was shocked by this sudden accident, and at first he thought that when he reacted, the blood gushing out of the major arteries had already pronounced him dead.

Wu Jin on the other side has also maintained a high degree of concentration, and when he heard the movement beside him, he instantly opened his eyes, raised his knife and fell, and quickly eliminated the nearest American soldier.

At this time, several American sentries who were also frightened finally reacted and raised their rifles in a panic, but at this time, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon had also completely surrounded them.