"Dada......da

The muzzle of the submachine gun in Wu Qianli's hand kept flashing with gun flames, and the thrown bullet casings quickly smashed to both sides.

"Boom!"

This time, the flying bullets hit the shells stored in the tank directly, and the sound of explosions suddenly resounded in the sky.

Many U.S. troops who had not yet reacted to evade were also affected and became burial objects for steel wreckage.

The few surviving U.S. soldiers opened their mouths to ask for help, but they spit out a mouthful of blood, and their internal organs had already been cut and torn by shrapnel.

Taking advantage of the fact that the American soldiers were stunned again, the soldiers of the assault platoon immediately bit off the pull tab of the grenade and threw it towards the dense area of the American soldiers behind the tank.

When the small black dots emitting smoke fell to the feet of the American troops, they realized that they were not good and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

With the continuous sound of grenades, more than two dozen American soldiers fell heavily on the snow, no longer conscious.

"Kill Lao Tzu and kill them!"

Wu Qianli roared and gave military orders, and quickly ran to the other side.

Sure enough, not long after Wu Qianli was transferred, the place where he was just now was covered by the dense artillery fire and bullet fire net of the US army.

After a while, the white snow was instantly scorched black.

Wu Qianli, who was hiding in the dark, gritted his teeth and rubbed his arm, and quickly replaced the submachine gun with a magazine.

The two guns fired wildly just now, although the fire was rapid, but it also shook his arms and chest to a faint numbness, and even produced a little redness and swelling.

While Wu Qianli was reloading, the American soldiers were still shooting into the darkness ahead.

They want to rely on the firepower of the carpet cover to take out the demon Wu Qianli.

Some of them opened fire with loud screams and roars in their mouths.

In fact, the brains of these US soldiers have long been blank, and they just want to use this way to relieve the panic in their hearts.

"Da Da Da ......"

With a few bursts of fire, the U.S. non-commissioned officer next to McLean was shot in the chest.

The impact of the bullet sent him into cardiac arrest, and before he could convulse a few times, he fell to the ground, tilted his head, and died.

It was messed up, it was all messed up, and the Sherman tank, which had an absolute advantage, was easily destroyed by the volunteers.

This polar bear regiment, known as the elite ace of the US military, was also beaten into this ghost.

McLean thought about Wu Qianli, who had just been possessed by a killing god.

Looking at the approaching assault platoon fighters again, I couldn't help but have a trace of negative thoughts in my heart.

"These volunteers are invincible, and they will only be slaughtered if they are left behind."

When this thought came to McLean's mind, he was also taken aback by himself.

If even his own commander is suspicious, will the American soldiers below be able to hold on?

"Calm down, all of you, and leave that demon alone! ）”

McLean shook his head vigorously, shaking off the negativity and irritability first, and reminded the American soldiers loudly.

Hearing the familiar voice of their superiors, these American soldiers realized that they were just meaninglessly consuming ammunition.

After all, it was dark in front of him, and there was no trace of the killing god at all.

However, as soon as they calmed down, the strafing gunfire of the assault platoon fighters rang out again.

And this time from their position, there are only a few tens of meters left.

A close-quarters fight with bayonets seems to be imminent.

"Concentrate on fire, those volunteers who rushed up, we still have hope of victory! ）”

McLean boosted his morale as he thrust his hand into the snowdrift underground.

This cold and piercing feeling made my mind clearer.

He didn't dare to put the volunteers closer, if he really wanted to start a white-knuckle war, the U.S. military would show you what it means to collapse instantly.

As long as those volunteer soldiers are suppressed in place, they will be greatly consumed with their vital strength.

The fluttering regimental flags and the American troops holding their positions will inevitably attract more routs to gather, so that they can have any hope of winning.

The American soldiers who received the military order barely stabilized their minds and used all the firepower in their hands to block the advance of the assault platoon fighters.

"Go to hell, you fucking volunteers! ）”

An American soldier grabbed a Browning machine gun mounted on a personnel carrier and fired at the rushing assault platoon soldiers.

Next to him, an American soldier was sorting out the jiggling chains, ready to take the gunner's place.

Under the intense firepower of indiscriminate strafing, a platoon fighter was hit by a bullet in the brain during the charge.

Splashes of blood and brains burst out, forever falling on the way to the charge.

Countless bullets seemed to weave into a huge net of firepower, stopping the pace of the assault platoon fighters from charging.

At this time, the thick barrel of the US tank was also slowly turning, ready to aim at the assault platoon fighters who were pressed in place and give a fatal blow.

"His grandmother's American devil, with a machine gun, do you think you're amazing, I'll let you run rampant!"

Wu Wanli instantly bit off the tabs of the two anti-infantry grenades, waited for a few seconds, and threw them fiercely into the distance.

When the small black dot smashing into the US military, some US military veterans were already ready to throw it back in an instant.

However, when the anti-infantry grenade was still in mid-air, just at the level of the head of the American soldier, it instantly burst into brilliant sparks.

"Boom!"

An anti-infantry grenade harvested several American soldiers nearby with the maximum radius of destruction.

Another grenade was thrown at the front of the personnel carrier, shredding the Browning machine gun and the American machine gunner at the same time.

At this time, the American sub-machine gunner, who was looking down and sorting out the ammunition box, looked up.

At this moment, he saw his companion whose head was covered with shrapnel, and his eyes immediately widened, and his heart was full of fear.

"Fight or not, we can't beat them anyway! ）”

The American soldier shouted in despair as he jumped out of the personnel carrier and ran frantically towards the rear.

"Bang!"

The most dull gunshot rang out, and the American soldiers, who had just been running fast, fell into the snow.

At this moment, a trace of madness appeared on McLean's cold face, and a wisp of white smoke gradually dissipated from the muzzle of the pistol in his hand.

"Hold your ground, stop these volunteers, and those who dare to escape will be killed!" ）”

McLean roared almost madly, his eyes angry at the onrushing volunteers.

At this time, he didn't care about his political future, and if he didn't shoot the deserters, his US military would inevitably follow suit, and he would no longer have the courage to resist.

In this way, it means that the entire elite polar bear regiment will be defeated by the volunteers in one day in his hands.

At that time, even if he was lucky not to be killed by the volunteers, he would be shot by his angry boss.

Under such suppression, the American soldiers finally managed to stabilize their positions, and there was no further escape for the time being.

"I can't see it, these American devils are still stubborn-willed, then I will fulfill your heroic dream."

At this time, Wu Qianli had already changed the ammunition for the four Thomson submachine guns, two standing on his chest and two behind his back.

However, at this time, the American soldiers were struggling to deal with the charging assault platoon soldiers, and they didn't notice that this killing god came again.

"Dada......da

The violent submachine gun rang out again, the bullets flew out quickly, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder, and the huge recoil of the shot kept pressing against Wu Qianli's chest.

"Boom!"

Another U.S. tank exploded in an instant, and the majestic heavy armor instantly became scorched and shriveled at this moment.

Even the barrel of the shell that was about to be fired was bent and deformed, leaving half of the scorched tube still on fire.

The raging flames spread all over the steel wreckage at once, and also engulfed the nearby American troops.

"Gross-"

A U.S. military communications soldier smelled the charred corpses and gasoline in the air, and the mixed stench instantly vomited out the canned luncheon meat he ate in the morning.

"Stay away from the tanks in front of you, and look for a bunker to shoot again! ）”

McLean was choked and coughed, and hurriedly asked the soldiers to move the bunker position.

He looked at the American tank that had turned into a burning wreckage in despair, and was silent.

He really couldn't figure out why the heavy steel armor of the tank had become crispy at the moment.

However, as it stands, these tanks can no longer be used as life-saving bunkers, but instead devour the bomb stacks that harvest the lives of American soldiers.

Many of the U.S. troops in the Polar Bear Regiment are also veterans, and of course realize this.

But as they slowly retreated, the assault platoon fighters kept firing at them with their guns.

Countless murderous bullets struck, forcing them back to their original places helplessly.

Only a small number of U.S. troops escorted McLean, and he was lucky enough to find a boulder to cover.

Before leaving, McLean didn't even dare to take the fluttering polar bear regimental flag away, for fear of attracting the attention of the volunteers and being surrounded and annihilated.

“Sir， just on the way， General Barr sent us a telegram asking about our situation …… (Sir, while on the way, General Barr has just sent a telegram asking about our situation, and has not yet replied...... ）”

The communications soldier, who had just vomited, endured the sore throat from the churning stomach acid and reminded McLean.

McLean looked at the U.S. Army communications soldier with some dejection, seeing his expression of wanting to speak and stopping, obviously not knowing how to reply now.

“General Barr telegraphed that the highest command post on the eastern front of our army had fallen， and General Smith was missing…… (Telegraph to General Barr that the highest command post of our army on the Eastern Front has fallen and that General Smith is nowhere to be found...... ）”

McClain said a little dullly, licking his chapped lips.

But at this time, he said to himself almost comfortingly, how the 1st Marine Division of the United States was defeated, and what did he count.

"When our army arrived, it was ambushed by volunteers and suffered heavy losses under artillery bombardment. ）”

"Our army rose up to resist, and after all, it was outnumbered. ）”

When McLean talked about being outnumbered, he swallowed a little weakly.

The communications soldier hugged the somewhat crippled radio station, and probably understood what his boss meant.

"How many people did the enemy report? ）”

There is a whole division. ）”

McLean's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he reported this number, and the communication soldiers had to do it.

Although the battle report can deceive the boss, the battlefield situation that is now close to collapse cannot be faked.

"Boom!"

Another U.S. tank exploded, like a hammer, hitting the hearts of U.S. soldiers.

At this time, many American infantry had gradually raised the idea of surrendering or taking the opportunity to escape.

At this moment, in the only remaining US tank, several US tank soldiers inside also exchanged glances with each other.

The tanks of the same company exploded one after another, and they obviously did not dare to stay any longer.

As a result, it didn't take long for the top cover of the U.S. Sherman tank to be slowly opened, and several U.S. soldiers frantically flipped out as if fleeing for their lives.

When other American soldiers saw these people fleeing, instead of accusing them, some of them sadly covered them with their submachine guns in their hands.

However, at this time, some US tank crews who had just climbed out of the tank had not had time to jump off the tank, and two small black dots emitting white smoke were thrown into the sky above them.

"Boom!"

With the explosion of the grenade, a pool of blood instantly stained the upper armor of the American Sherman tank.

A US tank soldier who had just jumped off the tank and had not yet landed, was also cut by shrapnel at this moment with a major artery in his throat, and his body fell weakly and fell on the snow.

At this time, Wu Qianli, who had run out of bullets, threw the submachine gun in his hand to the ground.

Immediately copied out the Thomson on his back and shot at the only remaining tank of the American army.

The unloaded submachine gun bullets mercilessly ripped through the tank's exterior armor and detonated the last tank.

Under the pressure of the fall of all tanks, the sharpness of the American soldiers was exhausted.

Now the only remaining US veterans are only relying on the last shred of reason in their minds, fighting and retreating to fight back.

After all, they understand that retreating in a panic and leaving their backs to the volunteers will only make them die faster.

McLean's eyes, hiding behind the boulder, were the burning flames of the tank wreckage.

"Take the league flag and retreat immediately!" ）”

McClain sighed as he spoke.

At this moment, he also knew in his heart that he was lucky to be able to keep part of his troops retreating at this time.

After killing all the tanks, Wu Qianli's bonus time for 100 shots and 100 hits was still left, so he looked at the flagpole of the polar bear regimental flag.

"Boom Boom ......"

With Wu Qianli's several bullets fired, the flagpole of the fluttering polar bear regimental flag creaked and slowly fell.

It was like the last straw that crushed the camel's back, watching the fall of the regimental flag, the last trace of disillusionment in the hearts of the American soldiers.

All the American soldiers completely gave up the counterattack and resistance, and frantically broke out towards the rear.

"These damn volunteers, when I find the opportunity, I will definitely poke their bones and raise their ashes! ）”

Watching the fall of the polar bear flag, McLean's eyes glistened with tears, but he could only run backwards with hatred.

"Quickly outflank Lao Tzu, don't let the big fish of the American devil escape!"

Wu Qianli shouted and reminded, while holding the submachine gun in his hand, he happened to detour in the direction of the boulder.

Listening to the shouts of killing that were getting closer and closer behind him, McKellen, who understood that it was too late, gritted his teeth and simply lay on the ground, pretending to be a dead corpse.

And the assault platoon fighters who were busy chasing the American army didn't seem to have time to mend their knives, and they passed by McLean one by one, and they were about to miss him.

And at this moment, Wu Qianli, who was carrying a submachine gun, happened to be close to the boulder.

McLean's nervous heart pounded, and a huge panic swept over him, and he had to force himself to hold his breath.

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