"Dada......da

Wu Qianli ignored the explosions around him, shook the bullet chain, and frantically poured heavy machine gun bullets at the American troops in front of him.

However, for the hope of survival, some soldiers of the US military guard battalion also fought desperately to a position only a few dozen meters away from the position, and threw the grenade in their hands towards Wu Qianli's position.

"Bell—"

One of the small black dots landed on the Browning machine gun and bounced off with a crisp sound.

Wu Qianli's hand was quick, and he continued to pull the trigger with one hand, and pressed his chest against the butt, so as not to let the recoil affect the muzzle and tilt upward.

With his other hand, he grabbed the white smoke grenade directly and quickly threw it back.

"Boom!"

The grenade was quickly thrown into the air, and before it could land, it exploded directly, and the shrapnel pushed by the shock wave instantly tore the bodies of the two nearby American soldiers apart.

The remaining surviving American soldiers tried to repeat their old tricks, but they were all blurred by the strafing machine gun bullets and fell on the spot on the red-stained snow.

"Keep charging, what are you waiting for, their forces are damaged, and they are at the end of their crossbows."

Wilson gritted his teeth and shook his fists as he roared for a few more rounds of U.S. soldiers underneath.

But he soon found out in embarrassment that the remaining surviving American soldiers refused to say anything and hit the dozen or so machine-gun fire snakes, and they all lay on the spot and did not move.

"Okay, Warlord, take these dares ......"

Wilson angrily drew his pistol and loaded it, and said threatening words, but halfway through his words, he swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach.

I saw that the American soldiers nearby were looking at him with a pair of cloudy and angry eyes.

Some of the other American soldiers were also indifferent, and the eyes that looked at him had lost the respect they had in the past.

Wilson put down his grip on his pistol and sighed a little helplessly.

The cold wind blew the wound on his leg, and the blood gushing out had coagulated at the low temperature, revealing a reddish-brown, exposed white bone, like a knife cut under the action of the cold wind.

"His grandmother's, these American devils are dying, don't give them a chance to breathe, let Lao Tzu kill them quickly!"

Yu Congrong felt that the American soldiers seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and even the sound of counterattack gunfire was much weaker, and he was instantly overjoyed.

He held a Thomson submachine gun and charged while constantly strafing the body of the American soldier, and the soldiers of the fire platoon and the assault platoon also rushed forward like wolves.

In this way, the helpless US garrison battalion only divided its forces and began to suppress the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company charging in the rear with firepower, but they also lost the possibility of continuing to charge towards their original positions.

"Grenades!"

When Yu Congrong rushed to a position where he was only sixty or seventy meters away from the U.S. army, he instantly roared and shouted.

The assault platoon fighters at the bottom skillfully took out two grenades, bit off the ring with their teeth, and threw them.

While the soldiers of the assault platoon threw grenades, the soldiers of the fire platoon used the machine guns and submachine guns in their hands to frantically suppress the figure of the US troops showing their heads to counterattack.

Countless small black dots instantly fell around the American soldiers, and many of them also wanted to pick up the grenades and throw them back.

However, no sooner had these U.S. troops touched the cold metal casing of the grenade, a deafening explosion was heard.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

When the two rounds of explosions ended, the American military alert battalion, which was originally strong, was now only a few dozen soldiers who insisted on resisting.

The alternating fire of grenades and submachine guns allowed Yu Congrong and his soldiers to rush in front of the American army almost without hindrance.

The exhausted and demoralized American troops almost all collapsed when they saw the volunteers with bright bayonets and about to fight them in close combat.

"Kill!"

Yu Congrong took the lead, and instantly kicked over a US soldier who got up and wanted to resist, raised the long bayonet in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely on the chest of the US soldier.

"Poof—"

The major artery of the heart that was brutally pierced instantly sprayed bright red blood on the nearby snow, and the American soldier tilted his head and lost consciousness before he could scream.

At this time, Wu Wanli, who had kept up with the pace of the charge, also pierced the neck of an American soldier with the bayonet in his hand, and then picked it up and smashed it on the body of another American soldier.

"His grandmother's, you kid didn't stay in the artillery platoon, why did you come."

Yu Congrong glared at Wu Wanli, feeling a little angry in his heart.

"Brother Yu, I'm not here to help you."

Wu Wanli said as he shot towards the other side of the U.S. military with a slight weakness.

“We surrender！ (We surrender!) ）”

Although the 7th Interspersed Company became more and more courageous, many American soldiers no longer had the courage to pick up bayonets and continue to fight, and shouted loudly for mercy.

"Platoon commander, what kind of bird language do these American devils say!"

Tie Niu, a firepower platoon soldier, had just pierced the throat of an American soldier with a sharp military thorn, and asked with a little confusion.

"Fuck it, dead American devils won't speak bird language."

Yu Congrong cleanly eliminated the two American soldiers and roared, at this time he was already a little red-eyed.

Many U.S. soldiers who had already resisted the will were directly pierced in the chest by the wolf-like soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company before they could raise their hands.

It's no wonder that Yu Congrong and them, in this murderous battlefield, who will have the leisure to tell what these American soldiers think, and direct assassination is the best solution.

"Don't kill me, please, we really surrender! ）”

Wilson saw the volunteers in front of him, his face changed for a second, and he instantly ran out of bullets from his pistol in the sky, then raised his hands and said loudly.

For the U.S. military, if you shoot the last bullet in a gun, then you are allowed to surrender, and it is not a humiliating practice.

When the rest of the American troops saw that Wilson had surrendered, no one had any idea of resisting, and they all knelt on the snow with a thud, raising their hands and begging for mercy.

"Humph! A bunch of eggless stuff! ”

Yu Congrong glanced at the American soldier kneeling on the ground with disdain, and even if he couldn't understand English, he understood what it meant.

He waved his hand in disgust, asked his subordinates to give these prisoners their guns, and ran to the position in a hurry, wanting to see Wu Qianli's situation.

"Dada......da

However, what Yu Congrong didn't expect was that the machine gun on the position suddenly rang out again, and he subconsciously ordered his subordinates to lie down, and he also lay on the snow, observing the situation in surprise.

"Platoon commander, what's going on on this U.S. position? They were shooting, but all the bullets were flying into the sky. ”

The firepower platoon soldier Tie Niu was also frightened by the roar of the machine gun at first.

But when he looked up, he saw that all the machine guns on the position were pointing upwards, and the bullets were fired into the air.

"His grandmother's, if you think about it, you must have some kind of ghost idea in the head of our company commander."

Yu Congrong took a deep breath, and after making sure that the target of those machine guns was not them, he slowly approached the position with his soldiers.

While getting closer to the position, Yu Congrong also tacitly asked his subordinates to also shoot in mid-air, and even threw two grenades to a safe position from time to time.

"Then shoot, don't relax, lest you be seen that something is wrong, then our plan will not be able to continue."

Wu Qianli on the battlefield instructed while continuing to pour bullets into the air.

The other reconnaissance platoon fighters, although they were a little unclear, probably guessed a little bit and followed and pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

On the position, they had already taken advantage of the gap just now, and turned some machine guns and weapons and ammunition to the rear direction, and if the American reinforcements arrived, they could instantly turn back and shoot.

At this time, the reinforcements of the US army were only more than 800 meters away from the position.

"Fortunately, at least the alert battalion held out until the reinforcements arrived and held the position, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Smith cautiously took the binoculars and looked at them before waving his hand to let the troops move on.

As a battle-hardened U.S. general, he understands all too well how fatal it is to add fuel to the battlefield tactics.

Rather than dedicate troops to support him and leave some people to protect him, it is better to simply pour out of the nest, so that the possibility of defeating the volunteer army is greater.

As a result, all the remaining garrison forces in the command post, even including the staff officers and interpreters, took up arms and went into battle.

"General, it's better to leave the task of supporting the front line to your subordinates, it's safer for you to retreat to the headquarters."

An old officer with slightly gray hair cautiously persuaded him, obviously a little worried about the situation on the battlefield.

"No need, if I defeat the Volunteer Army, it will naturally be negative, if I am defeated, will it be safe for me to hide there."

Smith shrugged his shoulders as he straightened his collar and said very realistically.

The old officer was slightly stunned, and after a moment's pause, he didn't say anything more.

But he understands that if this last force is also defeated, then this supreme command post on the Eastern Front will also fall completely, and the entire peninsula battlefield and even the world will be shocked at that time.

"The battle on the front line is fierce, immediately speed up, support friendly forces, and be sure to block all these volunteers in front of the defensive line."

Smith stared at the fire reflected by the rain of bullets in front of him, and rushed over with more than a hundred heavily armed American troops.

The sound of gunfire and explosions continued, and even the occasional rocket bombardment of the position, raising some guns and snowdrifts in the air, as if everything was telling Smith that the situation was critical.

But when U.S. reinforcements were approaching a distance of more than 400 meters, Smith's battle-worn instincts told him that something was wrong.

Although the roar of gunfire and the density of grenade explosions are not a big problem.

However, rocket after rocket flew to the position, and only a few machine guns were blown up each time, and not a single American corpse was lifted.

“move on！ (Keep moving!) ）”

Despite Smith's concerns, he wasn't sure what the situation would be, and while letting his men move on, he quietly fell behind the pack.

"Company commander, the American devils don't seem to have discovered the clues, and they have already entered the range of machine guns."

Pinghe said to Wu Qianli in a low voice while placing a gun in the sky.

"Don't worry, put the U.S. troops closer, it's easy for them to slip away if they shoot now, wait a little longer, Yu Congrong and they should also go to the position."

Wu Qianli hesitated for two seconds, but decided to wait a little longer, at this time he couldn't hold his breath, it would be too much of a loss.

350 meters, 300 meters, 250 meters, as the US troops gradually approached, the veteran officers led by them had already seen the backs of Wu Qianli and others who were "fighting bloody battles", and unconsciously accelerated the pace of the march.

But after all, when they were within 200 meters, the U.S. military suddenly found that the volunteers had actually rushed to the position, and they were instantly shocked.

But at this time, their "friendly forces" did not immediately start fighting, but instantly turned around and clenched the machine gun placed on the other side.

"It's not good, they're volunteers, hurry up and retreat, we're in ambush!"

Smith, who was hiding in the rear to observe, suddenly saw Wu Qianli's yellow-skinned face, coupled with the muzzle of their machine gun, he immediately understood everything.

......"Dada

The roar of the machine gun instantly drowned out the sound of Smith giving military orders, and the yellow fire snakes composed of bullets instantly struck the bodies of American soldiers.

"Hmm~"

The veteran officer of the US army, who had taken the lead, was shot in the chest and snorted, then fell to the snow, and finally looked at the gun flame from the muzzle of the machine gun with resentment, and his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

"Retreat now!"

Smith, who understood that the situation was not good, did not want to delay for even a second, and hurriedly commanded the army to retreat.

However, just as Smith got up and retreated, a barrage of bullets instantly blocked his path, forcing him back to his stomach on the snow.

"Fight on the retreat route of the US army, seal them here, don't let them escape, the highest command post of the US army on the Eastern Front has completely fallen, in one fell swoop!"

Wu Qianli said as he adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired at the soldiers in the rear of the American army.

"Don't worry, company commander, don't even think about escaping from these American devils."

Yu Congrong also caught up with the position at this time, and very skillfully set up the submachine gun in his hand to the position, and half-held the machine gun at the rear position of the US army, firing accurately.

When all the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company rushed to the position, everyone divided their labor and shot clearly, intending to drag the American troops in front of them on this snowy field.

Some used machine gun fire and rockets to block the retreat of the US troops, while others used submachine guns to accurately fire at the point to wipe out the US troops' vital forces.

A few American soldiers wanted to get up and retreat backwards, but in an instant, there were more than a dozen blood holes on their bodies, and the whole person was hit by the impact of the bullet and fell backwards.

Even the cautious Smith had already arrived at the rear of the army early, but from time to time bullets struck the snowdrifts near his head and body, splashing bursts of snow particles, and the breath of death seemed so close to him.

“Fuck you！ These hateful bastards! (These hateful bastards!)"

Smith wiped the snow particles from his face and scolded resentfully.

He understands that if he does not do something at this time, once he, the supreme commander of the US military on the Eastern Front, is captured, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and ridiculed for the rest of his life.

(End of chapter)