"If we break through from the direction of the existing Volunteer Army, at least their firepower and numbers are already on the table for us to see at a glance."

After the US officer William finished speaking, he smiled slightly, obviously his method must be the most secure and effective solution to the current dilemma.

Miller was stunned for a moment when he heard William's words, and then. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he immediately nodded heavily.

Perhaps at the beginning, when they were suddenly attacked by the 7th Interspersed Company, they mistakenly thought that this volunteer army was surrounded by superior forces.

But now that they have been fighting for a while, they also understand that although this volunteer army has fierce firepower, dense bullets, and even some sharpshooters with accurate marksmanship, they are at a disadvantage in numbers.

If it hadn't been for the sudden loss and the loss of more than 30 percent of its troops at once, I am afraid that it would still be their US military that has the upper hand now.

"Leave a few machine guns and a small number of troops, snipe the volunteers in the rear, and the rest of the men will follow me from the front to kill through!"

After observing the situation on the battlefield, Maitreya, an officer of the US army, made the best judgment in an instant.

He found that most of the sharpshooters of the Volunteer Army were concentrated in the direction of Wu Qianli, especially the elusive ultra-long-distance sniping of Pinghe, which was an accuracy that the artillery platoon soldiers in the rear did not have.

By relying on the numerical advantage to press directly, the advantage of those sharpshooters in long-range sniping will be greatly weakened, and the machine gun left behind the cushion on the other side can also better exert its original power.

"Dada......"

Sure enough, as the U.S. troops rushed in the direction of Wu Qianli, the machine guns aimed at the artillery plate also began to roar, and countless flying bullets hit the bodies of the artillery platoon soldiers, and the flying blood and flesh stained this white snow.

"His grandmother's, these American devils are so fucking hateful!"

Lei Gong looked at the corpses of the fallen artillery platoon soldiers beside him, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy with hatred.

As a technical branch of the Volunteer Army, the soldiers of these artillery cards are all babies and one is missing, but they are killed and injured indiscriminately, which is really distressing.

Lei Gong wielded the submachine gun in his hand, risked his life, straightened up, and swept a shuttle of bullets at the roaring machine gunner.

The recoil of the continuous firing caused the muzzle of the gun to shift slightly, but it was all pressed down by Lei Gong, and most of the bullets were out of position, but they also hit the bodies of other American soldiers.

There were also two stray bullets that pierced the machine gunner's body, and the roar of one machine gun stopped abruptly.

But soon a new person immediately filled the position, and the firepower of the American army still barely suppressed the pace of Lei Gong's advance.

"Don't stay any longer, blow them up to death!"

Seeing that his artillery platoon was actually trapped by a small group of American troops and a few machine guns, Lei Gong couldn't help but be a little irritated, so he simply raised a bazooka and aimed it in the direction of the American troops.

"Whoa—"

With a slight sound, a rocket, with a hint of white gas, rushed straight to the position of the American machine gun.

Looking at the suddenly approaching black spot, the US machine gunner was instantly startled, his eyes widened, as if he realized something, and immediately dropped the machine gun in his hand, and was about to flee for his life.

"Boom!"

With a loud roar, the ultra-high decibel level almost shattered the eardrums of the American machine gunner, and the cloud of fire in the sky drowned it in countless shrapnel.

In an instant, even the heavy machine gun was blown into the air, and then it fell to the ground weakly, and there was a little flame on the muzzle.

Although the remaining US troops still gritted their teeth and persisted, they couldn't help but be a little worried when they saw the tragic situation just now.

Even some of the American soldiers who were close to each other had shrapnel embedded in their bodies, and although the pain was unbearable, they could only simply deal with it and continue to fight.

They understand that if they don't suppress these volunteers, they may not be able to get rid of death when they rush over, so it is better to resist desperately and strive for the last glimmer of life.

Soon, however, their chances of survival were shattered, and several rockets of incomparable accuracy locked onto their machine guns once again.

Although these U.S. troops have been prepared for a long time, where is the bulky machine gun so easy to transfer directly, not to mention that the speed of people cannot compare to the speed of rocket launches.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With the sound of continuous explosions, several machine guns relied on by the US military were all blown up in mid-air, and the US troops who survived also fell to the ground, struggling in pain, obviously even if they did not die for the time being, they would die soon.

"It's just that the American devils have been blocking us for so long, let's kill them all, let's go to support the company commander, let's be smart, don't lose our face in running the platoon!"

In order to speed up the pace of the assault, and he didn't care about any distress or not, Lei Gong directly used some rockets at the bottom of the box.

The 7th Interspersed Company went so deep behind enemy lines that logistical supply had long been a big problem, and although bullets could still be used to feed the war, things like rockets and shells were really a bit stretched.

If it weren't for the concern for Wu Qianli's safety, these stocks would have been intended to be kept at the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division against the United States and used when attacking the fortifications quickly.

Just when Lei Gong led the artillery platoon to kill the American troops behind the palace, Wu Qianli was under tremendous pressure.

"Boom Boom Boom ......"

Wu Qianli gritted his teeth and aimed at the feet of the US soldiers, shooting frantically, and many bullets hit the chest of the US soldiers because of the slow increase in recoil.

However, the U.S. troops obviously did not rush into a dense charge, but lined up a straggler formation, and directly deployed on the white snow, braving the rain of bullets and bullets of the assault platoon, constantly approaching.

"These American devils are very good, they know that it is the most cost-effective to break through to me, but it's a pity that we don't have soft persimmons in the seventh interspersed company."

Wu Qianli scolded the US soldier hatefully, the submachine gun in his hand had hit the barrel slightly red, and even the tiger's mouth where he was holding the gun was a little numb, and there were some small wounds that were not easy to detect.

There was no cover in the empty white snow, at most the flesh and blood of the corpses of their companions were used to resist some bullets, and the assault platoon's original offensive posture was pressed into a passive defense by the US army.

"Oh Miller, we'd better move quickly, or we'll be self-defeating."

William listened very carefully to the gunfire behind him had gradually quieted down, and a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes, he understood that this was the person in charge of the palace, and the US troops were about to be unable to withstand it.

If it continues to be consumed like this, I am afraid that it will become their own shortening of the distance, but they will be completely surrounded by the volunteers, but it will fulfill the wish of these volunteers to fight quickly.

"The volunteers are about to be packed, if you still want to go back alive for Christmas, rush forward and fight your way to life!"

Miller, an American officer, listened to William's words, thought it was true, and didn't bother to say anything more about the vanity of fighting for freedom and peace, and shouted directly at his subordinates with a gloomy face.

When the soldiers of the U.S. Army heard this, their eyes instantly ignited with a raging fighting spirit, or rather, it was a desire for life.

At the same time, when they heard that they were going to go home for Christmas by killing blood, a trace of sadness and anger flashed in the hearts of many US soldiers.

General MacArthur, whom they regarded as the god of the army, said that he would drive the volunteers back to the Yalu River as soon as possible, and take them to the victorious class so that they could return to China for Christmas.

But now this group of volunteers, who are said to be in tattered clothes and holding burning sticks, have actually broken through them, and the two lines of defense heavily guarded by the US army are about to be killed at the feet of the Eastern Front Pursuit High Command Office.

"These damned volunteers, damned demons, my God, please bless your followers."

A U.S. non-commissioned officer was silently reading in his heart, and at the same time, he was ready to charge the volunteers with the mentality of living to death.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the American non-commissioned officer got up, a ball of blood splashed on his chest instantly, and he only felt that his beating heart was hit hard by something, and then the sky swirled in front of him, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A wisp of white smoke dissipated from the muzzle of Pinghe's gun, but he didn't even look at it, and it didn't matter if the American non-commissioned officer had time to die, so he directly aimed his gun at other American soldiers.

"Throw!"

Wu Wanli roared in a hoarse throat, then bit off the tabs of the two grenades, paused for two seconds, and threw them directly into the sky above the American troops.

"Boom!"

As soon as the grenade reached the mid-air of the US troops, before it completely fell, it exploded instantly, and countless flying shrapnel directly tore apart the bodies of several nearby US soldiers with the maximum killing radius.

Looking at the speed of the US army's attack, Wu Wanli slowed down slightly, but he didn't show much joy on his face, but frowned.

He and the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company, who were disguised as American troops, were the closest to the enemy, but now only two or three soldiers were dead.

And the distance of the American troops has become closer and closer to them, and he can even vaguely see a trace of frost hanging from the beard of the American military officer Miller.

"Brother, you say, I should be a real combat hero now."

Wu Wanli pinched the slightly cold grenade in his arms with his hand, glanced at Wu Qianli's direction, and muttered quietly, but a few tears appeared in his eyes.

Of course he didn't want to die, I heard that he was broken by the bullets of the US army, and Wu Baili in his stomach couldn't even stuff his intestines back, so he could only let the vitality of his body fade little by little, which must be a very painful thing.

In addition, he has not gone home to honor his good father and mother, and he has not been able to see with his own eyes, Wu Qianli said that it is a good day to eat braised pork.

"But I'm not afraid of death, come on, the American devil will die with you."

Wu Wanli gritted his teeth and said cruel words, while clenching the grenade tightly, and at the same time, he looked at Meijun's eyes with red eyes, and also revealed a trace of death.

The bullets of the gun had been exhausted by him, and his body was clinging to the cold snow, countless bullets exploded slightly near him, and many snow particles were knocked off his body.

"Rush past as fast as you can, and you don't have to leave any alive!"

Miller, an American officer, glanced at Wu Wanli and several soldiers in the middle of the battlefield, as if looking at a few ants, and gave an order.

However, just as Wu Wanli was about to pull the grenade ring and rush to the vicinity of the US troops at the fastest speed to die with them, the firepower of the rear assault platoon instantly became even more turbulent.

Before many US troops who had just stood up and rushed over could react to the sudden increase in firepower, they were torn open by bullets and killed instantly.

"There is no need to save bullets, all of them will be poured out, and then these American troops will be our source of ammunition supply."

Wu Qianli coaxed loudly while frantically pulling the trigger, although the submachine gun in his hand had been hit by the barrel of the gun he hit so red that it was hot, but he didn't care about the risk of exploding, desperately pouring bullets at the American army.

The other fighters of the assault platoon were basically the same, and even some of the wounded were gritting their teeth and insisting on shooting at the American troops.

However, after all, the 7th Interspersed Company had already cut off the logistical supply of the Volunteer Army, so the soldiers did not have a lot of ammunition in their hands, so the dense bullet fire network covered it for several minutes, and the US troops were pressed in place at first and could not move.

However, as time passed, the bullets that resembled the scythe of death gradually thinned out after harvesting the lives of another wave of American soldiers.

After using up the last bullet in the chamber, many soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company silently attached their bayonets to the Garand rifles, waiting for the final desperate fight.

In the gap between the rain of bullets and bullets that had just suppressed the US troops, Wu Wanli and the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company of the few meters also took the opportunity to move a short distance backwards, and at the same time put on their bayonets, preparing to be the first to rush forward.

Countless bright bayonets, revealing a hint of coldness under the reflection of faint sunlight, and the bayonets in Wu Qianli's hand were even more stained with the blood of too many American soldiers, and they showed a reddish color that could not be washed off.

However, Miller, an American officer, looked coldly at the soldiers of the Seventh Piercing Company with good bayonets, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He hadn't seen what the 7th Piercing Company had been like before, but with the consistent experience in his heart, the U.S. military had a physical advantage over the Caucasian race, and they were often more dominant in the stabbing than they were, not to mention that they were outnumbered than the other side.

However, just as he was about to order a direct white-knuckle battle with the soldiers of the regional interspersed company, he was indeed stopped by William, an American officer on the side.

"Don't rush yet, their bullets must be gone, and we will use fire to kill and injure their living force as much as possible."

Although William, an American officer, also believes that they will have the upper hand in military combat, since there is an opportunity, why not reduce some unnecessary casualties in this way.

So when the soldiers of the assault platoon did not have many bullets to return fire, the US troops put on a posture of slaughter, frantically dumping bullets in the direction of the assault platoon.

However, this situation did not last long, and when he was an American officer, Miller suddenly noticed that the gunfire of American soldiers behind him had completely stopped.

"Don't wait any longer, the whole army will immediately rush over and assassinate all these yellow-skinned monkeys to be slaughtered on this snowy field!"

U.S. officer Miller roared as he raised his bayonet and took the lead in rushing over, hitting the nearest Wu Wanli head-on.