Countless bullets flew around the battlefield, hitting the backs of the defeated American soldiers, splashing clouds of blood mist.

Yu Congrong pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and the bullet flames at the muzzle of the machine gun kept spraying, like a scythe of death, harvesting the lives of the American soldiers behind Wilson.

"Rush over with Lao Tzu and slaughter the big fish among the American devils first."

Yu Congrong roared as he slightly lowered the machine gun with a red-barreled barrel, bit off a grenade and threw it forward.

He had long noticed this big fish who kept gathering the remnants of the army and wanted to boost the morale of the American army, and in line with the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, he continued to kill desperately in the direction of Wilson.

However, Yu Congrong stared at the target in front of him regardless of the left and right, but unexpectedly, several muzzles of guns had been aimed at his body.

"Bang-"

With the sound of a gunfire like fried beans, an American soldier who raised a Garand rifle fired a very insidious shot at Yu Congrong.

"His grandmother's, this American devil can't play yin."

Yu Congrong was charging and strafing, feeling the danger coming, he instantly turned his head.

The bullet narrowly grazed his scalp and flew aside, knocking his newly picked up steel helmet aside.

Although Yu Congrong was not directly hit, when the bullet knocked the steel helmet down, the huge shock caused by the impact also made his mind numb.

"Dada......da

Tie Niu, a soldier of the firepower platoon who was charging closely behind Yu Congrong, immediately raised his Thomson submachine gun and fired at the attacking American troops.

Several American soldiers instantly had a few more blood holes on their bodies, and blood kept gushing outward, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground.

"Platoon commander, we rushed too deep, maybe there will be danger, why don't you leave this job to me, your old man retreats to the back to command."

Tie Niu, a soldier in the firepower platoon, looked at Yu Congrong, who was in the lead, and suddenly felt a little frightened.

Of course, the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first is good, but if he hasn't killed the commander of the U.S. army, Yu Congrong will be killed first, and it will be a big loss.

"Fuck you, I didn't turn back when I opened the bow, I retreat now, doesn't that add to the morale of our seventh interspersed company."

Yu Congrong decisively rejected Tie Niu's proposal, and his eyes were fixed on Wilson's figure.

Yu Congrong didn't know that Wu Qianli actually took the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon and took the US military position first.

In his opinion, if he could decide the outcome of a battle by risking his own life, the probability of the US troops successfully retreating to the defensive line and continuing to resist would be even smaller, and the comrades behind him would be able to sacrifice less.

"Stop him, don't let him kill him."

Wilson looked at Yu Congrong, who was red-eyed, and instantly understood who he was targeting, and immediately panicked and asked his soldiers to block it.

It has to be said that it is not for nothing that the 1st Marine Division of the United States is called the ace elite of the US military.

Under such circumstances, there were really five or six American soldiers who gritted their teeth and charged back in the direction of Yu Congrong.

But before they could do anything, the bullets that poured out of the muzzle of the gun tore their bodies apart in an instant. ….

"Fuck, why are these American devils in the way like that."

Yu Congrong killed and injured these American soldiers without the slightest joy, he had already pulled the trigger, and these bullets were just enough to hit Wilson.

When he looked up again, Wilson was like a rabbit, already a short distance, obviously full of desire to survive.

And this force of the US army, as the ace of the Marine Division, after experiencing the first collapse, slowly recovered a little, and began to shoot back at the rear while retreating.

Yu Congrong, who was almost out of touch with the soldiers of the fire platoon and the assault platoon, was particularly dangerous at this time.

Many U.S. troops were eyeing this target, swarming in the direction of Yu Congrong and killing them, and followed Yu Congrong to the front one or two

The warrior then fell.

"Platoon commander, we can't chase it, let's withdraw first, if we are surrounded by the US military, we will lose all our efforts."

Tie Niu, a soldier of the firepower platoon, shouted and persuaded Yu Congrong by the arm and retreated.

"Phew—"

Yu Congrong shook off Tie Niu's hand, took a final look at Wilson with some unwillingness, and then walked towards the comrades in the rear.

After running for a while, Wilson noticed that the big threat behind him was gone, so he slowed down a little, sweating and panting.

"Order the soldiers to keep their formation, alternately retreat, and not to expose our backs to these volunteers."

Wilson wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his cuffs as he gave orders to his soldiers.

The U.S. military, under the desire to survive and the effect of military orders, quickly completed the change, and if the volunteers continued to pursue it, they would have to pay a lot of casualties.

But at this time, Wilson found that the volunteers had distanced themselves from them for a short time.

Although he was still harvesting them with firepower, it seemed that he didn't plan to chase them any further.

Most of the defeated American soldiers were secretly relieved, but some veterans always felt that something was wrong.

"Whoa—"

"Whoa—"

The sound of shells tearing through the air sounded again, and the memories of fear that had not yet dissipated in the minds of the American soldiers were awakened, and they immediately looked for a place to lie down in panic.

"Boom!"

The huge explosion still directly overturned many US soldiers, and the shrapnel mercilessly cut off the heads of some US soldiers.

Even the nearby American troops, although they were not directly covered by the bombs, the powerful shock wave along the ground shook them almost faint, and the buzzing tinnitus could not dissipate.

Even Wilson was pierced in the thigh by a flying shrapnel, and in the bright red blood, a small section of Sensen's white bones was exposed, making him cry out in pain.

It turned out that Yu Congrong and the Americans distanced themselves for a short distance so that the forward artillery platoon could continue to play its role without worrying about hurting friendly troops.

Lei Gong was squinting his eyes at this time, drawing directions with his thumb pen, his mouth kept muttering some data, and the beard on the side of his mouth kept shaking.

"Bang-"

Lei Gong personally put a mortar shell into the muzzle, and with the crisp sound of the firing pin, a mortar shell shot into the sky again. ….

Wilson's injury just now was his masterpiece, he first observed this unlucky American officer through the telescope, and then relied on the cannonball, luckily injured the target that Yu Congrong wanted to pursue.

"Hey, no, where did Wu Wanli's melon baby go?"

Lei Gong was proudly venting the shells on the US military position, but suddenly found that Wu Wanli's kid was gone, and he looked around and couldn't find it.

"I'm sorry Lei Gong, I can't play much role in staying in the artillery platoon, so it's better to let me go to the front line to fight."

Wu Wanli was rushing forward with a gun at this time, muttering in a low voice.

After two rounds of mortar shelling, the shells gradually stopped, and as the Americans continued to retreat under artillery fire, the shells could not reach them.

Wilson was grinning at the moment covering the wound on his thigh, and the American soldier carrying him under his back ran forward with great difficulty.

"It's over, the supreme commander of the Eastern Front may really be captured by these volunteers."

At this time, Wilson not only stimulated his nerves with the pain in his thigh, but also the shame in his heart was even more intense.

After leaving behind more than 200 corpses, Wilson's hopes of continuing the defense were dashed.

Now they are roughly the same number as the volunteers, but there is a huge disadvantage in both morale and will to fight.

Although it is said that he continues to take risks and stays on desperate defense, there is still a sixty percent chance that he can withstand the seventh interspersed wave of charges and win a crushing victory.

But for the sake of such a small force, the supreme commander of the Eastern Front was to bear the risk of being captured alive, of course they were unwilling.

"Don't be discouraged, these volunteers are estimated to have almost used up their shells and bullets, and if we return to the position and kill them in large numbers, they will definitely retreat."

Wilson shook his head vigorously, forcibly suppressing his discouragement, and instead spoke loudly to encourage the soldiers below.

But it was embarrassing that all the American soldiers just bowed their heads and retreated towards the front like walking dead.

They are the ace elite of the U.S. military and have rich combat experience, so they reacted on the battlefield when they had just recovered and fought and retreated in order to survive.

However, some of them also know very well that when the battle comes to this, I am afraid that they can only be used as cannon fodder, and then consume part of the strength of the volunteer army, and then Smith will lead the army to break through.

Wilson opened his mouth in embarrassment, but didn't say anything more, just thinking about returning to his position and waiting for the time being.

On the position, Wu Qianli smoothed the bullet chain beside him, slowly raised the muzzle of the 1917 heavy machine gun, and aimed at the figure of the American army who was gradually approaching.

"Company commander, most of these American devils have already entered the firing range, can they fight?"

Pinghe was also holding a 1919 Browning medium machine gun, and asked Wu Qianli in a low voice.

"Don't worry, now that the U.S. military is defenseless, let them in and fight again, so that they can kill more."

Wu Qianli picked up the binoculars, observed the retreat of the US troops, and said slightly.

The fly in the ointment is that Yu Congrong and others have now given up the pressing charge and switched to tailgating shooting at a distance. ….

Otherwise, the panicked American soldiers ran into the muzzles of their guns, and I am afraid that they could cause more casualties.

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters, the troops at the front of the US army are getting closer and closer, and even some people have noticed that something is wrong with the silence on the position, and they can't help but slow down.

"Fire!"

With Wu Qianli's roar, more than two dozen machine guns poured out bullets at the same time, and one after another with murderous fire snakes, like a scythe of death, harvested the lives of American soldiers.

The unsuspecting U.S. troops never imagined that someone would shoot at them in what they regarded as a position they regarded as a hope for their lives.

All of a sudden, many soldiers were beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, and the American troops suffered heavy casualties.

"Platoon commander, what are the U.S. troops doing? Could it be that there is infighting, how can you fire at your own people?"

Tie Niu, a soldier of the firepower platoon, heard the sudden roar of machine guns, and saw countless American troops fall in an instant, and he didn't react for a while.

"His grandmother's has lost a lot, so I said it earlier, it should be our company commander who took advantage of the American devils to go out and put an end to their position."

"Comrades, follow me to kill me, and don't let go of an American devil."

Yu Congrong's eyes lit up in an instant, where was he willing to let go of this great opportunity to annihilate the US military guard battalion, and hurriedly surrounded it with the soldiers of the seventh interspersed company.

"Sir, the volunteers are attacking from both sides, and we can't fight if we can't go back, what should we do?"

The American GI with Wilson on his back simply put it back on the snow, while anxiously asking the commander.

"Tell the soldiers not to be afraid, hold on to the resistance for a while, and General Smith will send reinforcements to save us."

Wilson was also stunned at first when he saw this situation, but after being stunned for two seconds, he was in a hurry and hurriedly sacrificed the last straw.

The soldiers of the U.S. military guard battalion also lay down one after another after being harvested, using the corpses of their companions as cover for their last resistance.

Listening to the foolish hope in Wilson's mouth, they could only resign themselves to fate, after all, the American troops who were now being attacked from both sides did not even have the direction to break and escape, so they simply resisted stubbornly and fought for the last chance of survival.

"Bazooka! Pull out their firepower, and we'll have a chance to kill them back."

In Wilson's reminder

Below, many American troops loaded the last rockets and aimed at the roaring machine guns on the position.

"Whoa—"

"Boom!"

A reconnaissance platoon soldier beside Wu Qianli was blown into the sky by a direct person with a machine gun, and then turned into a charred corpse burned in battle.

Under the rocket offensive of the US troops, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon on the position died one by one in the violent explosion, and after a while, only a dozen machine guns remained stubbornly roaring.

Feeling that the firepower of the blockade had weakened slightly, the U.S. troops continued to advance slowly towards the position, shortening the distance and firing the rockets that followed, and the shots were also more accurate.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon did not flinch in the face of the whistling US rockets, but instead made up their minds to kill themselves

"Give me another ten minutes, and this US military guard battalion will definitely be wiped out."

Wu Qianli prayed secretly in his heart while manipulating the machine gun and letting the heavy bullets sweep over the bodies of the American soldiers.

However, Wu Qianli suddenly found that the small combat map in his mind had a new change, and some dense small red dots were killing from the rear of the position.

It turned out that Smith heard the movement on the front line and guessed that the battle situation was critical, so he sent additional reinforcements, which put Wu Qianli in a dilemma at this moment.

Seeing that the US military alert in front of him has been annihilated, but if he doesn't leave, the retreating US troops and the supporting US troops will charge together, and he will be the one who will be annihilated by the dumplings.

"Dada......da

Although Wu Qianli knew the risk of staying, he gritted his teeth and screamed and pulled the trigger.

The flame of the muzzle of the machine gun turned his frozen purple face red, and a touch of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

From time to time, people on the position were shot and wounded, and even their flesh and blood were blurred by rockets, but no one wanted to back down.

In order not to leave a respite for the US troops, many reconnaissance platoon soldiers did not even change the ammunition chain after they ran out of machines, and simply picked up the submachine guns on the side and continued to shoot at the US troops.

In this way, Wu Qianli and others desperately blocked the retreat route of the American troops in front, but the reinforcements of the American army were getting closer and closer to them.......

A bayonet