"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.

The current Wu Wanli, and the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company who disguised themselves as the US army at the beginning, still have a semi-disconnected distance from the assault platoon in the rear at this moment, and they are also the first soldiers to collide with the US army.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a lifetime of steel colliding, the bayonet in Wu Wanli's hand was almost bounced out, and at this moment, his mouth was numb, and the fighting spirit in his heart became even more vigorous when he looked at the American officer Miller in front of him.

Miller, an officer of the U.S. Army, looked at the slightly short figure in front of him, and couldn't help but snort coldly, completely ignoring the direct use of tough fighting, wanting to completely suppress Wu Wanli.

In the U.S. military, Miller's stabbing skills can be regarded as a little famous, he has always been known for being quite tough, and great strength, revealing a domineering spirit between the wide open and closed assassinations.

Wu Wanli, with a ruthless force, forcibly carried down the US officer Miller several times, but his face was slightly pale, and the hand holding the bayonet was faintly painful.

"Oh God, who gave them the courage to fight us in broad daylight."

Miller, an officer of the U.S. Army, sighed in his heart, and at the same time pressed Wu Wanli back again and again like a mouse playing with a cat.

However, at the moment, the U.S. military is in a hurry to break through and fight a bloody way, so U.S. officer Miller can't help but feel a little light when he sees Wu Wanli's weak body.

Just when Wu Wanli stumbled, the American officer Miller found an opportunity and stabbed him fiercely in the head.

However, Wu Wanli, who saw the sharp stab of the US military officer Miller, was not only not panicked, but a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

Although the Caucasian does have an advantage in physical fitness and strength, Wu Wanli cleverly takes advantage of his more flexible characteristics.

I saw him quickly dodge sideways, and a murderous wind blew past his face, leaving a small scar.

After narrowly avoiding the fatal stabbing blow, Wu Wanli was already 10 points closer to the US officer Maitreya, and he simply threw away the gun in his hand and slammed into the body of the US officer Miller.

U.S. officer Miller thought that he would end up trying on the other party's head just now, but he didn't expect that the stab would not succeed, but he was knocked down by the sudden impact, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Click-"

Miller, an American officer who was knocked to the ground, also lost the bayonet in his hand, and just like that, he fought with Wu Wanli face to face, fist to fist in hand-to-hand combat.

Several other fighters nearby were also not left behind, but under the siege of many American troops, they either fell down with hatred after replacing a few American soldiers, or they kept retreating and struggling to support.

However, when several American soldiers looked at this volunteer who was scuffling with their commander, they made a difficulty, carrying bayonets to aim left and right, and they were stunned that they had no chance to attack, after all, if a commander was accidentally injured by mistake, the loss would be great.

"Don't worry about me, go forward and fight your way out, I can still clean up this volunteer army, you don't have to worry about it."

Miller, an American officer, gritted his teeth and shouted at several American soldiers nearby, it was obvious that the volunteer in front of him had completely angered him.

"His grandmother, what are the American devils yelling about, do you want me to send you to see you as soon as possible, what kind of god do you?"

Wu Wanli couldn't understand English and saw that the U.S. military officer was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but be a little irritable, and when he was distracted from speaking, he simply punched a straight fist and smashed it directly into Miller's nose bone.

With a slight crisp sound, the nose of the American officer Miller was like an electric shock, and there was a sharp pain, and countless blood instantly stained half of his face red.

If it weren't for the strong willpower to support, the US military officer Miller would have almost fainted in pain at this moment, but although he was gritting his teeth and holding on, he couldn't find his rhythm after all, and he could only gradually fall behind.

And although Wu Wanli has a lonely heart, his mind is also very calm at the moment.

At this moment, a large number of American troops ignored them and continued to rush forward to kill, which meant that their small battlefield and Wu Wanli's assault platoon were divided into two parts, and in this small battlefield, they were in an absolutely inferior position.

So Wu Wanli simply maintained the posture of suppressing Miller, and at the same time did not completely beat him to death, and continued to scuffle with him to delay time.

Miller, an American officer, obviously thought of this at the moment, and was about to open his mouth to remind, but then the words stopped instantly.

Even if he told the nearby U.S. troops, what could he do, did he really ignore the stabbing and stab a few times, and see who was killed.

Thinking of this, U.S. officer Miller simply changed his tactics, trying to protect his key parts as much as possible, wanting to spend time with Wu Wanli, and after his physical strength was arranged, he would regain the upper hand.

On the other side, Wu Qianli and the soldiers of the assault platoon also collided directly with the US troops, and in the process of just colliding with the first wave of stabbing attacks, the fighters of the 7th Interspersed Company were slightly at a disadvantage.

"Don't panic, form a battle formation and split and assassinate the U.S. military!"

Wu Qianli said as he pierced the bayonet in his hand through the chest of the American soldier in front of him.

However, before his bayonet was drawn, an American soldier on the right found an opportunity and was about to sneak attack him, but Wu Qianli didn't care about it at all, and only focused on solving the other enemy in front of him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound of steel colliding, the bayonet that was supposed to be inserted into Wu Qianli's head was instantly bounced away by a soldier on the right.

The fighters in the battle squad seem to have unconditionally handed over their backs to their comrades, while they concentrate on fighting the enemy army in front of them.

All the soldiers of the assault platoon formed a combat squad of several people, like a small steel knife, and went towards the interior of the American army.

If you look at it from God's point of view, it is like an inch of gear on a meat grinder, about to forcibly divide the large forces of the US military.

If it was the US army in the past, I am afraid that it would be unable to resist the low morale and retreat under such an offensive, but this US army activated its combat potential with the courage to live to the death, and it was forced to go forward and kill the past.

Slightly different from the US military units in front of them, there are relatively large veterans who participated in the Pacific War in this army, and they have already experienced the ferocious fighting of the Japanese army.

Although the Japanese army's pig rush charge in the Pacific theater is always shameful, their fighting will and skills in the close assassination are still good, which is also one of the reasons why the current US military can adapt to the current sand patchwork intensity.

The flesh and blood of the battle on the battlefield are flying, and countless corpses fall every second, and then a new battle is on the rise.

In order to survive, the American soldiers usually want to kill a soldier, but they refuse to let go of even a person, and a small meat grinder is formed.

"No, even if you win the battle with the U.S. military like this, it will only be a miserable victory, and the next combat force will be much weaker."

Wu Qianli glanced at the corpses on the ground, his brows furrowed, although they still maintained a battle loss ratio of about 1:2, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

But at the same time, Wu Qianli seemed to think of something again, and continued to lead the soldiers to approach step by step.

"Damn the yellow-skinned monkey, go die."

At this moment, Miller, an American military officer, was still in a desperate struggle with Wu Wanli, and he didn't care about the battle loss ratio that Wu Qianli was thinking about.

Now he found the right opportunity, and his hands were like a huge iron tongs, and he grabbed Wu Wanli's neck.

Wu Wanli instantly felt that the trachea and even the blood circulation in his throat were suppressed by this big hand like iron tongs, and he couldn't help but turn a little pale.

He clenched his fists and slammed hard into the face of the American officer Miller, leaving several bruises and redness on Miller's face in an instant.

At this moment, the eye of his left eye has been directly swollen, and he can only squint slightly, he can't open his eyes at all, and the blood from his nose is still flowing slowly.

But Miller, an officer of the U.S. Army, didn't care about it at all, but instead increased his strength and tightened Wu Wanli's neck.

He knew that he must not be defeated first at this moment, once there was a hint of letting go, giving Wu Wanli a chance to breathe, he would definitely be beaten to death with a punch.

In this way, Wu Wanli gradually felt that he couldn't breathe, everything in front of him gradually blurred, and even the sound of roaring and fighting around him gradually became weaker.

Wu Wanli's heart suddenly became even more confused, and he immediately opened his mouth wide to breathe, and at the same time, the fist in his hand was like a raindrop and more densely towards the Miller miscellaneous interest in front of him, but although the speed was much faster, the strength gradually weakened.

Soon, Wu Wanli was about to faint gradually due to insufficient blood supply to the brain, and Miller, a U.S. military officer, also increased the strength of his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Ahh

Just when Miller, an American officer, was proud, his wail instantly sounded, and a bayonet with a dark red luster pierced his arm, and a little red blood spurted on the snow.

The pain of the huge muscle tear made him subconsciously let go of the hand that was holding Wu Wanli's neck, he looked up, but saw Wu Qianli's cold and murderous face.

"Brother......

Wu Wanli, who felt the shackles of his neck suddenly untied, instantly opened his mouth wide, inhaled fresh air in a big gulp, and glanced at Wu Qianli gratefully.

"Come on two people, take him under control."

Wu Qianli hesitated for two seconds, but forcibly resisted the idea of killing the officer to relieve his brother's anger, first personally knocked the US officer Miller unconscious, and then let people control him.

"Oh, can anyone tell me what kind of medicine these volunteers are taking? Why is it so violent? None of this was the case with the Japanese army in the Pacific Theater. ”

William, an American officer, couldn't help but roar angrily in his heart when he saw that his American troops could not rush out, but were pressed back some distance.

At the same time, he glanced at the direction of Miller, an American officer who had been captured alive by the enemy, and the vigilance in his heart became even stronger, and he immediately carefully hid in the depths of the American army.

He didn't have the bravery of an American officer, Miller, but he was notoriously cautious, but his cautious attitude didn't seem to make much use in the current face-to-face stabbing of close stabs.

However, just when he was a little anxious, there seemed to be a glimmer of life in front of him.

There was a trace of flaw in the formation of an assault card forward compression, which was instantly chiseled open by the US troops who were busy with their lives, and countless US troops instantly swarmed out of this opening.

When the US officer William saw such a scene, he was first overjoyed, but he also muttered a little in his heart, after all, how could the volunteers who had just surrounded them like a bucket be killed by them in an instant.

However, after seeing that the volunteers were a little anxious and moved closer to the gap, as if they wanted to gather their life, the American officer William couldn't care about it so much, and directly followed the troops to kill them from that opening.

It wasn't until William, an American officer, mixed in with the crowd and broke through the opening, and saw that the scene in front of him was no longer the bright bayonets of the volunteers, but the white snow, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, after the US troops rushed out in large quantities, after gaining vitality, they lost the bloody nature of fighting to the death just now, and fled for their lives regardless of it.

No matter how much the US officer William shouted, he couldn't stop the reality that most of the people were scattering and fleeing, he could only barely retract, and a very small part of the people maintained basic order and evacuated to the front.

In this way, it was originally a desperate struggle between the two sides, but after the US troops fought a bloody road, it became a one-sided slaughter of a pursuit war.

Most of the U.S. troops are running forward with weapons on their shoulders, and they have forgotten about what kind of establishment and non-commissioned officers at the grassroots level.

There are even some people who even dropped their guns in order to run faster, interspersed with the bottom line of the chase, and even the soldiers directly picked them up and aimed at them, and the defenseless back was a strafing shot, and in this round of harvesting, the casualties of the US troops were more than eighty percent.

However, just as the soldiers of the assault platoon were desperately chasing the American troops halfway, Wu Qianli suddenly made a combat gesture and made all his comrades stop.

"Brother, aren't we going to annihilate them all? Wouldn't it be to stop now and let them go? ”

After a short rest, Wu Wanli's face gradually regained some rosy, and he looked at Wu Qianli with a little puzzlement, as if he didn't quite understand why those American soldiers were let go like this.

"Silly boy, what are you anxious about? You'll find out later, hahaha......"

Wu Qianli glanced at Wu Wanli, and couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a trace of unfathomable look in his eyes.