"Open...... Gun ......"

The U.S. non-commissioned officer shook his lips with difficulty, spit out these two words from between his teeth, and then covered the severed artery with all his might, as if he wanted to block the gushing blood with both hands.

But the blood still gushed out like a fountain, and no matter how tightly he clenched his hands, it was useless, and in a moment he fell heavily to the ground, without the slightest breath.

However, an American soldier near him heard the weak voice of the American non-commissioned officer and immediately understood his good intentions.

The US non-commissioned officer who was entangled with Pinghe has become a corpse, and now he shoots without worrying about any accidental injury, and can attract more US troops to rush over, so as to ensure that this group of volunteers is surrounded and annihilated.

Just as he raised his gun with a slight tremor and aimed it at Pinghe's head, an accident happened.

He didn't expect that Pinghe's speed would be even faster than him, so he flew up directly and kicked his left knee.

"Ahh

With a scream like killing a pig, the left leg of the American soldier who was kicked in the knee directly dented backwards as if it were out of alignment, and there was a crisp sound of broken bones.

Because the sharp pain like an electric shock directly hit the brains of the American soldiers, his hands were weak, and the rifle was directly slid to the ground, and he also lost the ability to resist, covering the knee of his left leg, and kept rolling in place.

"Die, American devil!"

Wu Jin, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon on the side, picked up the rifle and directly picked up the butt of the rifle and smashed it into his head.

It was just a moment of calcium carbide sparks, and the head of the American soldier was smashed like a watermelon being smashed.

For a while, brains and blood flew sideways, and a lot of it was sprinkled on the faces of nearby American soldiers, and the butt of the gun was slightly bent and deformed due to the hardness of the skull.

However, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, even if Pinghe and Wu Jin have two people, they can't resist several swarthy muzzles are aimed at their bodies, as long as it takes another second, the US military collectively pulls the trigger, even the gods are weak.

However, a U.S. soldier had just aimed at Pinghe's heart, and was about to shoot, when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his back, which went straight to his chest, and the picture in front of him suddenly became blurry.

"Click-"

With a faint sound, the American soldier's rifle slipped from his hand.

It was only at the last second of his life that he looked down to see the bayonet that had pierced his heart, the tip of the knife still bare on his chest, shimmering with a reddish sheen mixed with blood.

One or two American soldiers noticed the slight movement behind them and immediately turned back, trying to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.

However, before they could react, they were directly kicked in the stomach by the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, and the moment they lost their ability to resist for a short time, they were directly pressed to the ground and sealed their throats with a knife.

However, there is no shortage of clever people in the Sentinel squad of the US military, especially in the moment of life and death, bursting out with great speed and agility.

There is an old fritter Jackson of the US army, from the moment the US non-commissioned officer was cut by Pinghe, he understood that this group of volunteer scouts was not something they could deal with.

So he simply dropped his weapon and ran directly to the open area outside, even if he saw the approaching volunteers, he didn't dare to remind his companions loudly, but only cared about running for his life.

How could the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon let him escape, and immediately separated an elite veteran who had been in the reconnaissance platoon since he first entered the peninsula to chase and kill.

Originally, this veteran of the reconnaissance platoon thought that the US military had even lost his gun, so it was not too easy to resist and chase down such a weak chicken.

But he never thought that the American troops who had lost their weight restraints ran faster than rabbits, and the American troops who were afraid of alarming the second line of defense did not dare to shoot and kill.

If he hadn't gritted his teeth and chased desperately, I am afraid that it would not take more than two seconds to prove that the American deserters would have disappeared into the snowy curtain.

"Report to the platoon commander, except for one American devil who escaped, the other American devils have been killed, what are we going to do next."

Wu Jin looked at the corpses of American soldiers all over the ground, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was lying on the ground pretending to be the same corpse, his will was almost blurred by freezing, and if the American troops came later, I was afraid that he would accidentally freeze to death on this snow.

"What? Did an American soldier escape? ”

Pinghe's eyes that had just relaxed revealed a trace of fierceness, and his brows were furrowed in an instant, which could almost trap mosquitoes.

"Platoon commander, don't worry, we have already sent people to chase and kill at the beginning, but they haven't come back yet, I'm afraid that the American devil ran too fast to survive."

Wu Jin looked at Pinghe's slightly impatient appearance, but he didn't panic.

After Wu Qianli's previous devil training for them, the endurance and speed of this running are several levels higher than that of the US military, and it is unlikely that they will be lost.

"Arrange two comrades to dispose of the corpse on the ground briefly, and the others will follow me while the footprints have not disappeared, and chase them together, and there must be no mistakes."

Unlike Wu Jin's ease-willedness, Pinghe didn't think it was so simple, he had long been accustomed to preparing for the worst on the battlefield.

Even if in the end, the US deserters could not escape and sent the pursuers, but there were so many other reconnaissance teams and sentries of the US army on the periphery, if they were bumped into again, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Yes!"

No one would question Pinghe's concerns, they all responded directly, and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon quickly divided into two people, and buried part of the body very simply, and handed over the rest to the snowflakes flying in the sky.

After chasing the slightly curved footprints for a while, Pinghe's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong in this direction.

Could it be that the US soldier got lost, and looking at the route he fled, it seemed to be the opposite direction of the US army's second line of defense.

However, unlike Pinghe, who can have the mind to discern the direction, Jackson, who is being chased and killed at this moment, is running forward frantically with his legs open.

"Oh~ God, as long as I get rid of the damn pursuers behind me and find a large army to surround them, no matter how powerful they are, can they withstand the rain of bullets and bullets with countless times the firepower."

Jackson, who was being chased like a mouse, couldn't help but have a trace of hatred in his heart at this moment, and thought as he ran.

The goose feathers and snow falling in front of him couldn't catch up with his running speed, and before he could fall, he hit him hard, and then ran forward with him, and even a small wall of wind seemed to be formed on both sides.