"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Under the urging of Lei Gong, the soldiers of the artillery platoon stuffed the mortar shells into the muzzle as quickly as possible, and with the crisp sound of mortar firing pins, countless shells flew into the sky with a trace of white smoke.

"Whoa—"

"Boom!"

Countless small black dots with the murderous aura of death crossed the graceful parabolic curve and smashed hard at the feet of the American troops.

"What the hell is going on, doesn't it mean that those volunteers are still being blocked from the first line of defense!"

A U.S. military officer couldn't help but roar with some anger as he looked at the flying fire clouds around him and the corpses of the U.S. soldiers that had been blown up.

However, before he could finish complaining, a fast-falling mortar shell exploded not far from his position.

Although the shrapnel was blocked by some hapless American soldiers, the huge shock wave still pushed him to the ground.

The sound of the huge bomb made his ears buzz incessantly, and he shook his head vigorously to clear up the slightly vague scene in front of him.

"Send a communications corps to inform General Smith, and he'll decide what to do next."

After the well-behaved US military officer finished speaking, he simply lay on his stomach, leaning on the bunker in front of him, and fired two shots from time to time.

However, the artillery platoon of the 7th Interspersed Company seemed determined to shoot out all the shells accumulated these days, and round after round of bombing shells tirelessly landed near the American troops.

"His grandmother's, don't save anymore, it's all for Lao Tzu to desperately release out, before our artillery platoon charged the same as their fire platoon, isn't it just for this moment."

In order to let his subordinates hear his voice in the sound of gunfire, Lei Gong exposed the green tendons on his neck and coaxed angrily.

not only revealed the infinite murderous aura, but also wanted these shells to smash on the heads of the American soldiers with the resentment they had accumulated before.

When the soldiers of the artillery platoon heard Lei Gong's words, the movements in their hands accelerated a lot, and they also held the same breath in their hearts, desperately pouring the shells that they had treasured as treasures towards the position of the American army as if they didn't want money.

Under such a cold and windy icy snow, the barrels of many mortar guns could be beaten red to the point of hot by the artillery platoon soldiers.

However, the soldiers of the artillery platoon did not care about the service life of the mortar and the risk of exploding, and vigorously accelerated the speed to fire the shells.

"Oh God, if it weren't for us right now, I'd have wondered if these volunteers were the ones after all."

The US officers on the front line looked at the sky, which was still soaring into the air, and the strike artillery shells that rose and fell under their feet couldn't help but curse twice.

If you say that if you are poor, the tactics are interspersed with firepower coverage, when did the troops of the Volunteer Army also fight this kind of rich and rich battle?

Even the communications corps they wanted to send back to inform General Smith several times were killed alive, and when the American officers tried to send someone to report the news, none of them dared to move.

As a veteran soldier who has been fighting artillery for half his life, when he finishes bombarding a round of US positions, he will make some tactical extensions a little later to ensure that the connection between the front line of the US army and the command post is cut off.

Under several rounds of intensive artillery bombardment, the American soldiers on the front line simply did not even let go of their guns, and directly lay behind the bunkers, covering their ears, waiting for the end of the shelling.

It's no wonder that they are passive and sluggish, if you have been bombarded by artillery fire for a long time, and you can only shoot air when you put a gun outside, I am afraid you will also think about doing this.

However, just when the US troops were being tortured by the indiscriminate bombardment, no one noticed that Lei Gong, who was in the artillery platoon position, made a quick combat gesture to Yu Congrong not far away.

"His grandmother's, let these comrades who run the platoon bomb for so long, they are finally having a good time, and now it's Lao Tzu's turn to come out."

Yu Congrong's whole person instantly became energetic, and as he spoke, he asked the soldiers of the firepower platoon and the assault platoon to be accurate

Prepare.

"Whoa—"

"Boom!"

It was another round of wanton roar of mortar shells, and at this time, Yu Congrong didn't wait for the shells to explode at all, so he directly rushed over with the soldiers of the fire platoon and the assault platoon.

There was no heart-wrenching horn of charge, not even a cathartic shout of killing, and the soldiers of the two platoons were silently but quickly approaching the positions of the American troops.

When the bombing completely stopped, the American soldiers on the front line patted the snow particles on their bodies one by one, and just gasped for breath twice, and before they could completely recover their senses, they heard anxious warnings.

"The volunteers are coming, get ready for battle, don't slack off, hurry!"

Not long after the bombing ended, the U.S. officer took out his binoculars and looked into the distance.

However, not far from the smoke of gunpowder, countless soldiers of the Seventh Interspersed Company approached their position.

"Dada......da

Before the US military could organize an effective defense and counterattack, Yu Congrong took the lead in pulling the trigger, and other soldiers in the front row also used their submachine guns and machine guns in their hands to shoot frantically at the dense area of the US troops.

Countless bullets formed a long tongue of fire, piercing through the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and striking the bodies of American soldiers.

These troops of the 1st Marine Division can be called elite, and under such a sudden blow, many American troops actually poked their heads out and poured fire on the volunteers who rushed up.

Many U.S. machine gunners were killed by the shells just now, so the U.S. soldiers climbed directly behind the machine guns, gritted their teeth and pulled the trigger.

Many of them still have the stumps or blood clots of the US military on the ground where they are lying down, but at this moment, the US military only has the enemy in their eyes and does not care about these at all.

"His grandmother's, if you're afraid of death, don't be a soldier of our Seventh Interspersed Company, don't you rush forward now, waiting to be swept to death by the bullets of the American devils?"

Yu Congrong shouted while rushing to the front with a machine gun, there was not much distance between them and the American army, and this charge could even see the surprise on the faces of the American soldiers.

Many soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company had just been suppressed by the firepower of the US army's sudden counterattack, and they couldn't help but slow down their charge.

It wasn't until they saw Yu Congrong who rushed to the front that a trace of shame flashed on his face, and he immediately quickened his pace and rushed forward with a shout.

But the real battlefield was very cruel, and although the elite soldiers of the 1st Marine Division were shocked by the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company, they still did not hesitate to stick to the bunker and dump the bullets fiercely.

Many soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company, who were halfway through the kill, were pierced through their bodies by the sudden flying bullets and fell heavily in a pool of blood.

But soon a new soldier stepped directly on his corpse and rushed forward fearlessly, but unlike the Japanese pig-studded charge in the Pacific Theater, the straggler formation of the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company greatly weakened the lethality of the American army.

More importantly, the elites of the 1st Marine Division suddenly discovered that the firepower they were proud of in the past was now at a comprehensive disadvantage.

These volunteers, who used to be jokingly called by them with tatters, are now all armed with American weapons, and they are all submachine guns and machine guns.

Imagine dozens of submachine guns or machine guns roaring together.

The overwhelming bullets even directly shattered the bricks of some courtyard walls attached to the US troops, and countless small stones splashed on their heads, making them swollen up one by one.

The elite of the US military had just gritted their teeth and resisted desperately, and they were once again overwhelmed by such powerful firepower, and they couldn't raise their heads at all.

No matter how elite they are, they are powerless in the face of this dense firepower coverage.

What's more, they were unprepared and consumed a lot of vital strength by the shells of the 7th Interspersed Company, and with the current remnants of the army, neither morale nor firepower could match the 7th Interspersed Company.

"Retreat!"

The U.S. officer shouted and coughed violently.

He had enjoyed the calm of the rear command post for so long, but now he was choked by the gunpowder smoke of such intensive firepower.

He had no intention of fighting a white-knuckle battle with this group of tiger-wolf volunteers, so he could only cover the wound on his left arm and slowly retreat back with the remaining elite of the American army.

In the panic, they could barely stabilize their formation and retreat, but despite this, they were still harvested by the powerful fire of the 7th Interspersed Company on the way to retreat, leaving dozens of corpses.

Just when the U.S. troops on the periphery of the U.S. Eastern Front Supreme Command were killed by the Seventh Interspersed Company to collapse, Smith, who was at the innermost part of the command post, also walked out of the door in surprise, looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, slightly stunned.

"Damn, what kind of troops of the Volunteer Army are attacking outside, how many people there are, how the hell did they get here?"

Hearing the dense gunfire in the distance, Smith came back to his senses a little and immediately asked a series of questions, with a slight anger in his eyes.

"Sir, according to the latest front-line battle report, the majority of the Volunteer Army is still blocked from the first line of defense, even the second line of defense, and our outer guard troops have not received any warning."

"And...... Even the front line that is now fighting with the Volunteer Army has not been able to send a signal corps to inform the basic situation."

The adjutant beside Smith thought about the operational information he had helped sort out recently, and slowly spoke, but every time he said a word, the face on Smith's face darkened a little, and in the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, as if it was about to disappear.

"Why don't you say that this army was sent by God to come down from heaven to kill!"

Smith stared at the lieutenant beside him, his head bowed, and roared loudly, a splatter sticking to the adjutant's face.

Not long ago, the front was in an emergency, and he urgently dispatched some of the alert troops stationed at the command post in Wulaoli to support the front line, and now there are only more than 800 US troops in charge of guarding the command post.

After all, at that time, Smith thought that the supreme command post of the Eastern Front, which was surrounded and defended by hundreds of thousands of heavily armed elite American troops, was impregnable, and it was impossible for it to be attacked by the volunteers, but now, ......

"The volunteers who can infiltrate must only be a small force, and these bombardments should be the biggest movement they can make."

Smith took a deep breath, forced himself to compose, and calmly analyzed.

"In that case, the most that can be achieved with their strength is to create panic for us, or interfere with our judgment of the battlefield situation."

Smith took it for granted that the Seventh Interspersed Company was fighting against the objectives.

He couldn't have imagined that the real goal of Wu Qianli and the Seventh Interspersed Company was to eliminate him, the supreme command post of the Eastern Front, and capture him alive.

"Immediately mobilize the heavy artillery in the command post to carry out a fierce bombardment of the peripheral troops, and the tank troops go around behind them, and they must surround and annihilate all of them, and never let a single person go!"

Smith was annoyed and frightened by the order, though he was a little stunned by the sudden attack and furious at the humiliation.

But he still maintained his caution and caution, and immediately used the heavy artillery and tanks in the command post.

However, if Smith knows that the heavy artillery and tanks he had high hopes for have now been loaded with explosives by Wu Qianli, who has been lurking inside, I am afraid that he will faint on the spot.

"Company commander, the explosives are almost ready, it's a pity that these good weapons and tanks are used, if they can be used by our army......

Pinghe looked at the tanks and cannons loaded with explosives, and shook his head with a little regret, but halfway through the conversation, he was amused by himself, where could they possibly pull these tanks and cannons away.

"Okay, don't rush to detonate it right away, I guess the U.S. military should have sent people over by now, and when their people get in here, then those American devils and tanks and artillery will be wiped out in the explosion and fire."

Wu Qianli smiled slightly, and finally put down a big stone in his heart,

He patted Pinghe on the shoulder, noticed the wound on Pinghe's body, and could only sigh slowly.

In the current situation, of course, there is no way to properly treat Pinghe's wounds, so he can only wait until after the war, if he has a chance to survive.

At this moment, Wu Qianli keenly heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer outside, and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were hidden to a relatively safe position, but the American troops did not come in.

"What is the situation on the front line, the number of volunteers and the firepower, what is the approximate situation."

The U.S. military officer who was carrying a small group of support troops outside hurriedly asked when he saw the U.S. soldiers rushing back from the front line.

"The first line of defense has completely collapsed, and the firepower of the Volunteers is very heavy, you must be careful, I will quickly report the basic situation to General Smith."

The communications soldier who was running back from the front line said as he pushed the American officer away and ran in the direction of the inside of the command post.

The U.S. military officer with the support troops, with a hint of solemnity on his face, immediately quickened his pace and rushed forward.

"Pinghe, you took some people to hide here, and found the most appropriate time to blow up these tanks and artillery, so after destroying these heavy firepower of the US army, you yourself led people to create chaos inside the US command post."

Wu Qianli looked at Pinghe's eyes and instructed quite seriously.

"A few more comrades who are not afraid of death, come with me!"

As he spoke, Wu Qianli picked up a submachine gun, took a few soldiers, and quietly followed behind the signal soldier who was running towards the command post.