Countless bullets with yellow trails struck around the snow where Smith was lying on his stomach.

The snowflakes instantly rose under the impact of the bullets, and the cold murderous aura seemed to envelop his whole body.

“Front row fire cover back row follow me back！ (The front row covers the fire, and the back row follows me and rushes back!) ）”

Smith shook the snowflakes off his body vigorously and gave the order through gritted teeth.

After hearing the order, some American troops in the front row immediately set up the submachine guns in their hands and suppressed the jet machine gun fire desperately.

The other American soldiers saw that the suppression of fire on the position was slightly weakened, so they hurriedly took out an iron pipe-shaped thing from their arms and installed it on the Garand rifle.

Then they loaded grenades or small incendiary phospho smoke bombs, aimed them at the roaring machine guns on the position, and fired them violently.

"Whew-"

With a rather small friction sound, countless small black dots emitting white smoke were launched into the vicinity of Wu Qianli and the others.

At the same time, there were a small number of incendiary bombs, which exploded in an instant, and countless sprayed sparks, once contaminated with military cotton clothing, could not stop burning.

"Ahh

A small flame instantly ignited on the body of a soldier of the fire platoon, and at first he didn't care, just rolled twice on the position, but the flame did not appear to be extinguished in the slightest, but burned bigger and bigger.

Wu Wanli saw that his comrades-in-arms were suddenly suffering from the burning of the fire, and he immediately rushed forward to help extinguish the fire.

"Han Wazi, what are you doing? Even if you pass at this time, you can't save him, but you have to take your own life. ”

Lei Gong, who had just come to the position with the artillery platoon, saw Wu Wanli's move, and immediately pulled his arm and pressed him aside.

"Damn, these American devils use N7 grenades, and they actually carry small white phosphorus incendiary bombs, I'm sorry."

When Wu Qianli heard the wailing of his comrades-in-arms and felt the increasingly hot temperature around him, he instantly hated the group of American soldiers in front of him, and the machine gun spraying brass bullets in his hand couldn't help but shoot more quickly.

The M7 grenade launcher is somewhat similar to a grenadier in that the recoil is not very strong when fired, but there are instances where the recoil will wear and jam the launcher and barrel structure.

Therefore, the US military did not use grenades first when there were plenty of rockets, and now they are being pressed by Wu Qianli's people and have no choice but to fight back like this.

When the two rounds of grenades were fired, the position was instantly covered by repeated explosions, and the raging fire became more and more intense, exuding a blazing heat in the cold night.

“Retreat！ (Retreat!) ）”

Seeing that the two rounds of attacks worked, Smith was not very complacent, but wanted to withdraw from the place immediately with the American troops, because he knew that such an advantage was only temporary.

Sure enough, when the U.S. troops retreated like a tide, Wu Qianli also rushed down from the position with the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company.

The spreading flames of white phosphorus will surely turn the position into a sea of fire.

And after the two rounds of grenade explosions just now, it is no longer possible to block these American troops who have withdrawn from a distance.

"Kill it! Capture Smith alive! ”

While Wu Qianli took the Thomson submachine gun out of the position, he roared loudly.

In addition, the blood of countless American soldiers sprinkled on his face before had solidified into reddish-brown, and when he looked at it from a distance, it seemed as if he had killed a god.

"Dada......da

After some U.S. troops were left behind, they used the submachine guns in their hands to block the route of Wu Qianli and others.

But the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company scattered into a straggler formation, and most of the flying bullets flew into the darkness, failing to splash a trace of blood.

Although some of the bullets still hit the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company, the others who saw their companions fall did not panic in the slightest, but increased their pace and continued to rush forward.

Especially Wu Qianli, who took the lead in the front line, countless bullets whizzed past him, and the Thomson submachine gun in his hand kept spraying bullets, killing the nearest few American soldiers.

“They're all monsters， a bunch of deadly monsters！ (They're all monsters, a bunch of monsters who don't want to die!) ）”

When the broken American troops saw that the soldiers of the Seventh Interspersed Company, who had followed one after another, had rushed to a position less than 100 meters away from them, they immediately lost the courage to resist and ran away one after another.

"Hahahaha, this eggless thing is nothing, it's so stupid."

Yu Congrong wildly held a Browning medium machine gun, laughed and poured bullets into the backs of the American soldiers, and countless American troops who wanted to retreat fell heavily.

The surviving American soldiers, seeing the blood stained red in the snow as their comrades retreated, immediately regained a trace of composure and raised the guns in their hands, wanting to make a last stand.

“Surrender， don't kill， surrender， don't kill！ (Surrender or kill, surrender and shoot!) ）”

Wu Qianli looked at these American troops who had rekindled their will to fight, and immediately pulled his throat and shouted out two sentences of English to persuade him to surrender.

The American soldiers, who had just mustered up the courage to raise the muzzle of their guns, were stunned when they heard this, and after hesitating for two seconds, they threw their guns aside, raised their hands, and fell to their knees.

When Lei Gong and the others saw this, they probably understood what Wu Qianli meant, so they shouted with a broken accent.

For a while, the non-standard but loud voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

Most of the American soldiers dropped their guns in fear, raised their hands and surrendered, and the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company passed directly past them and continued to rush forward to kill.

Wu Qianli, who was at the forefront, turned the muzzle of Thomson's submachine gun down slightly, changed strafing to point fire, and shot a very small number of American troops who still wanted to resist stubbornly on the spot.

It only took more than two minutes, and the American soldiers in charge of the break either surrendered or were annihilated, and all of them lost the ability to resist.

But in any case, this group of American troops still blocked the pace of Wu Qianli and others for a short time, buying Smith precious time.

Smith heard the gunfire of the resistance in the rear gradually weakening, and immediately understood that it was the retreating American troops who were covering the collapse of the retreat, and he also felt an invisible murderous aura approaching.

"Hurry up and retreat, hurry up!" ）”

Smith gritted his teeth and shouted hysterically, and his soldiers hurriedly accelerated the pace of the march.

However, as he ran Smith, he was embarrassed to find that he was the one who was slowing down the speed of the whole army.

The long-term pampered life in the headquarters has made his physical strength exhausted, and even when he needs to march, most of him is used to sitting in military vehicles, rather than running for his life like this.

As the distance between the 7th Interspersed Company and the American army became closer and closer, Lei Gong simply picked up a bazooka and launched it at the back of the retreating American army.

"Whoa—"

"Boom!"

A whistling rocket instantly pierced through the gusts of cold wind and exploded not far behind Smith, killing two American soldiers in the air.

“shit！”

Smith was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and being able to fire and find out that the distance meant that the pursuers in the rear were very close.

"Come on, go back and drag the volunteers!" ）”

Feeling a lot of bullets starting to whizz past him, Smith was a little anxious, and immediately asked some American troops to continue to go to the rear to cover the retreat.

But in the end, only a dozen people were willing to obey his orders to block the volunteers.

When Wu Qianli saw that there were still American troops holding submachine guns back, he instantly gave a thumbs up in his heart.

"It is worthy of being the elite of the 1st Marine Division of the United States, and its will to fight is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary US troops."

Wu Qianli sighed in his heart, and raised his gun, ready to fulfill these "heroes", but then something unexpected happened to him.

"Click-"

I saw that five or six of the seven or eight American soldiers knelt down directly, threw their guns aside, and directly raised their hands in surrender.

It turned out that they didn't have the consciousness to sacrifice for Smith, but they felt that instead of being killed by a stray bullet in the escape, it was better to simply surrender to the volunteers, so that the chances of survival would be greater.

“You bastards！ (You bastards!) ）”

The two American soldiers who rushed to the front suddenly found that their comrades behind them had surrendered, and they looked at the dense muzzles of guns at their bodies in embarrassment, and finally cursed.

"Dada......da

The Thomson submachine gun in Wu Qianli's hand mercilessly shot several blood holes in the body of the American soldiers, and countless blood slowly flowed out of the blood holes, and the two American soldiers also fell helplessly on the snow.

Wu Qianli glanced at the corpses of the two American soldiers with some sympathy, sighed, and then locked on Smith's figure.

"The sharpshooter of the reconnaissance platoon, whoever is sure to hit Smith in the leg, shoot immediately, and must capture this supreme commander of the Eastern Front of the American Army alive!"

Wu Qianli looked at Smith, who seemed to have been stimulated to his potential, and seemed to be speeding up again, and immediately shouted with a frown.

"Company Commander, which one is Smith?"

A sharpshooter from a reconnaissance platoon was slightly stunned and asked with some embarrassment.

"The one with the heart on the shoulder of the military uniform is Smith!"

Wu Qianli shouted as he slowly aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the running figure.

Smith, who knew a little Chinese, heard Wu Qianli's loud voice, and immediately took off his panicked general uniform and threw it on the ground.

"The one with a blood stain on the right butt of the trousers is Smith!"

As Wu Qianli's voice sounded again, Smith took off his pants with great difficulty during the run, and almost stumbled and fell on the snow.

And in order not to look too special, he also asked the other soldiers to undress with him.

For a while, the shirtless US troops continued to run under the ice and snow, and the scene was not too good-looking.

"The one who doesn't have a cut on his thigh is Smith."

Hearing the familiar voice, Smith subconsciously took out his saber and aimed it at his thigh, wanting to change it, but the moment he was about to do it, he was suddenly slightly stunned.

“shit！”

Smith, who felt that he was being played, was extremely angry at the moment, if it weren't for the weak troops now, he would have wanted to go back and fight with Wu Qianli.

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of a gunshot, the bullets in the Pinghe sniper rifle came out of their disembowel.

However, just as he was about to hit Smith in the leg, an American soldier happened to be in the way of the bullet.

"Poof—"

The bullet instantly pierced the flesh and blood of the American soldier's body, but it also grazed Smith's leg with some deviation.

"Fuck it!"

Seeing that he was about to succeed, but in this situation, Rao is Pinghe, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but scold his mother angrily at this moment.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Next, Ping He and several sharpshooters shoot one after another, all hoping that they can shoot themselves and leave Smith injured and left behind.

But in the process of movement, where can the bullet be hit so accurately, especially in such a dark environment, even aiming is extremely difficult.

"Grenades and rockets, blow them up on both sides, be careful, don't blow up the big fish."

Seeing this situation, Wu Qianli frowned slightly, and immediately ordered.

Hearing this, Yu Congrong and Lei Gong both shouldered Bazooka and shot at both sides of the American troops, and the other soldiers also took out grenades and threw them at the sides of the American troops.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The continuous explosions, with the pungent smell of gunpowder, irritated Smith's nerves, but he was a little puzzled to find that the bombardments were all crooked.

"Da Da Da-"

"Da Da Da-"

Wu Qianli took advantage of the fire that had just exploded, keenly discovered Smith's location, and immediately fired two machine gun shots.

The heavy machine-gun bullets quickly pierced through the bodies of the two American soldiers, but still failed to hit Smith.

Wu Qianli was not discouraged, and two more points were fired, one of which was lucky to hit Smith's ass.

“fuck you！”

Smith, who was running, felt as if the muscles in his hips had been torn apart in an instant, and the sharp pain made him fall forward at once.

An American soldier immediately put him on his back and continued to run, but his speed slowed down, and the distance between him and the 7th Interspersed Company gradually narrowed.

"Oh no, brother, they're getting in the car!"

Wu Wanli followed and chased forward for a while, and suddenly found that Smith's target was a parked American personnel carrier.

It turned out that the cautious Smith had already thought of the worst-case scenario, and at this moment, the surviving dozen American soldiers saw the hope of survival, and the pace of their feet also accelerated.

In the cab of the troop carrier, an American soldier was nervously looking in the rearview mirror, turning on the engine of the car, and the humming roar was piercing in the night.

“Get in the car！ (Get on board!) ）”

At Smith's urging, the U.S. military who had arrived at the position pushed him into the nearest car, touching his wound on the way, causing it to gasp.

Smith, who got into the rear compartment of the troop carrier, gritted his teeth and knocked the iron sheet on the frame.

The U.S. soldier in the cab instantly understood that if he stepped on the accelerator, he was about to rush out of the back door, completely ignoring the U.S. soldier who had not yet gotten into the car.

Wu Qianli, who rushed to the front at this moment, secretly screamed that it was not good, immediately gritted his teeth, and accelerated his speed to sprint forward.

The initial speed of the US military personnel carrier was not very fast, and the distance between Wu Qianli and the personnel carrier was already very close.

Under an acceleration, Wu Qianli's powerful right hand grabbed forward with all his might, and narrowly grabbed the iron guardrail in the rear cabin of the US military carrier, and the strong force made the entire guardrail tremble slightly.

However, at this moment, in the rear compartment of the personnel carrier, the muzzle of a Garand rifle quietly stretched out and aimed at Wu Qianli's head impartially.

(End of chapter)