"Lie down!"

Pinghe keenly heard the roar of the airplane motor in the air, and hurriedly endured the pain and lay on the snow.

The fighters of the other reconnaissance platoons also lay down one after another, and the snow-white cloak and the white snow almost blended together.

It would have been difficult for ordinary people to observe them, let alone high-altitude aircraft.

However, the US pilots, who had already locked on the direction, not only did not hesitate in the slightest, but instead accelerated the speed of their flight.

"Do these rat-like volunteers think they can hide like this?" ）”

The young pilot of the American army snorted coldly in disdain, ready to pierce the body of the volunteer with a bullet.

"Platoon commander, the fighter jets of the American devils seem to have discovered us, shall we move quickly?"

Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, raised his head slightly, saw the US fighter jets getting closer and closer, and said a little anxiously.

The other reconnaissance platoon soldiers also looked at Pinghe, and although the situation was urgent now, none of them planned to leave their platoon commander behind.

Pinghe frowned and looked at the US military plane in the sky, obviously a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to get out.

Run, our plane is there, we'll be safe with the plane's cover. ）”

A black soldier of the U.S. Army limped forward, while his eyes were still fixed on the friendly fighter plane in the sky.

On the way to escape, he was unfortunately hit in the thigh by Wu Qianli, and now he rushed forward like a frightened bird.

Other American soldiers were also in a panic mood, with a herd mentality, and were coerced by the crowd and rushed forward.

"Platoon commander, these American devils are rushing towards us, let's find a place to avoid it first."

Wu Jin, a soldier in the reconnaissance platoon, looked at the swaying figure of the American army in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

Why has the threat from the sky not been resolved, and the US troops on the ground have swarmed again.

The other reconnaissance platoon soldiers also nodded when they heard this, if they were usually not afraid of these routs.

But after all, now that Pinghe is injured, if he fights with a large number of American troops, there is a possibility of an accident.

So, Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, immediately planned to carry Pinghe, but was rejected by Pinghe with a wave of his hand.

Unlike the worries of other comrades in the reconnaissance platoon, Pinghe's eyes lit up when he saw these American soldiers.

"If we move now, we will increase the risk for ourselves."

"It's better to rush over and fight with the American devils, and their planes will be bogeyed."

As he spoke, Pinghe tore off a piece of cloth from his military cotton suit and used it as simple gauze to bandage his wound a second time.

When the people in the reconnaissance platoon saw that after Pinghe finished bandaging, they took out bayonets from their arms, and they were immediately a little distressed.

But now, they had no better choice, so they had to turn around and pour out their anger on the American soldiers.

"Follow me to the front and protect our platoon commander!"

Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, quickly fixed the bayonet to the card slot of the Garand rifle, and took the lead in rushing towards the shaking figure of the American army.

"Kill!"

Fluttering snow fell on the bodies of the reconnaissance platoon soldiers, and the bloodstained bayonets glowed faintly.

When more than a dozen reconnaissance platoon fighters rushed towards the American troops, they were immediately stopped.

They thought they had escaped the wolf's den, but they didn't expect that there were tigers waiting for them here.

At this moment, the few black soldiers of the US army who originally ran to the front were stunned, and immediately turned their heads and wanted to run in other directions.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Two crisp shots from the Garand rifle rang out, and after the bullet with huge penetrating power pierced the body of an American soldier, it continued to fly backwards with undiminished power, killing and wounding two or three American soldiers in succession.

The snow particles fluttering in the sky made the US military's line of sight visible to the distance extremely short, so when they saw the figure of the reconnaissance platoon soldiers, the distance was only a few tens of meters.

Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, shot all eight bullets from the magazine mercilessly, until the sound of "ding-" came, and the empty magazine automatically popped out.

After a while, under the killing of bullets, more than a dozen American soldiers fell on the ground.

The blood that kept flowing out was frozen by the cold temperature, and the pervasive smell of blood stimulated the nerves of the US military, and from time to time there were still US soldiers who were not dead and wailed for help.

"Can't run, they have guns in their hands, we can't be faster than bullets." ）”

Iverson, an American officer, found out about the situation and immediately reminded his companions loudly.

Judging from the situation of the corpses of American soldiers on the ground, most of them were shot in the eyebrows and chest.

Moreover, the volunteer army still holds Garand, who can shoot eight bullets in three seconds, and the firepower is fast.

He didn't think his people could escape with these perverted sharpshooters, so he tried his best to dissuade other American troops.

Some of Iverson's former subordinates immediately stopped, but none of them were willing to be the first to rush to meet the volunteers.

"Good chance, kill them and fight them!"

At this moment, Pinghe also followed with a bayonet, and when he saw the shocked American troops, he immediately rushed forward to kill them.

When the other reconnaissance platoon fighters saw this, they immediately quickened their pace and rushed to the front of Pinghe, forming a semicircle and protecting Pinghe in the middle.

At this time, on this piece of snow, more than a dozen reconnaissance platoon soldiers wearing US military uniforms and M3 steel helmets on their heads and US soldiers in the same military uniform were scuffling together.

Some U.S. troops rushed back in panic, although they fought to the death and the probability of survival was greater, but no one wanted to be cannon fodder for the first.

"These cunning volunteers are really hateful. ）”

When the fighter plane piloted by the young pilot of the US military swooped down, it was worth stretching helplessly when he saw Pinghe and the others fighting with friendly troops.

No matter how eager he was for military success, it was impossible for him to aim his machine gun at his friendly and enemy troops indiscriminately, so he had to grit his teeth and stare at the melee below.

“Hahaha man what are you in a hurry? Even if they fight together, there is always a winner or loser. Even if they fight together, there is always a winner or loser. ）”

Listening to the whining sound coming from the radio, the veteran US pilot laughed, and the beard on his lips trembled slightly.

They have plenty of fuel, and hovering in the sky for a while is not a problem.

When the time comes, if the volunteers slaughter friendly soldiers, they will shoot directly for revenge.

If the volunteer army is defeated, then it can also return satisfied, there is nothing to worry about.

Then let them live a little longer. ）”

The young pilot of the US military obviously thought of this, and his face looked a little better, but he also stared at the bottom with some irritability, and snorted coldly.

Just when Pinghe and the others were in trouble, the seventh interspersed in the woods couldn't help but want to rush out to rescue.

"Company commander, let me go, it's impossible for me to watch my comrades die and hide in this wood."

Yu Congrong listened to the sound of gunfire spreading in the open snow, and his heart became more and more anxious, and he wanted to rush out with a submachine gun and a bazooka.

Yu Congrong's hurried actions also drove the soldiers of the fire platoon, and they took the initiative to ask for help, wanting to follow to the rescue.

"Nonsense, aren't you going to die now? The American devils would love to beat you into a sieve in the open snow. ”

Mei Sheng immediately stopped the impulsive Yu Congrong and scolded him very seriously.

"This ...... You can't just watch Pinghe die, right? Eh......"

Looking at the instructor in front of him, Yu Congrong had no choice but to throw the submachine gun to the ground as if he was angry, and sighed helplessly.

"You all stay, I'll go."

Wu Qianli glanced at everyone, and rushed outside without saying anything.

"Company commander!"

"Brother!"

Everyone wanted to stop Wu Qianli in unison, but no one really stopped them.

After all, after one brilliance and miracle, Wu Qianli's status in the Seventh Interspersed Company is like half a god.

No one would question his orders and decisions, but there was a faint concern in everyone's hearts.

"Put your heart down, our company commander will never do something that he is not sure of, not to mention that the goal of going alone is small, but it is more convenient to act."

Lei Gong squatted in the corner, glanced at everyone, and silently smoked a cigarette, and under the smoke, the worry was hidden in his heart.

"Ding-Detect the current situation of the host, activate the Bright Sword mission: destroy the U.S. fighter jets and save Pinghe."

"After the mission is successful, you will be rewarded with 30 bottles of god-level special penicillin, which is ten times more effective than the original medicine!"

The cold system prompt sound came, and Wu Qianli, who was running on the snow, suddenly felt happy.

You must know that the 7th Interspersed Company had a large number of wounded at this time, and many comrades even reached the point where they could barely even run.

Although everyone can temporarily force it down by will, in the absence of medicine, it will inevitably cause a large number of non-combat attrition.

"Whether there is a mission or not, I will definitely save Pinghe, and after success, I can save more comrades, this dog system finally has a little conscience."

Wu Qianli nodded slightly as he took over the task of the system.

At this time, the system warehouse also stored an additional bonus of 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns, which was enough for US fighters to drink a pot.

However, when Wu Qianli arrived at the battlefield, the situation was already very unoptimistic.

Although the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon fought bravely and skillfully, leaving behind dozens of corpses of US soldiers, they were still scattered and escaped by the US military in large numbers, and the US fighters in the sky also began to be eager to try.

"Poof—"

With the muffled sound of a bayonet penetrating into the flesh, Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, stabbed a military thorn into the stomach of the American officer Iverson, and slashed upward.

“shit！”

Iverson, an American officer, held the bayonet with both hands.

But at the place where the belly had been cut, a section of intestines had flowed out, and bright red blood was sprinkled on the snow at the soles of his feet.

"You can't escape, our record will kill you all, you yellow skins...... ）”

Before the US officer Iverson finished speaking, Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, twisted the bayonet to the right.

"Leave these words to your so-called God."

Under Wu Jin's cold gaze, Iverson only had time to twitch a few times before his head tilted and his body was completely paralyzed.

The few remaining American soldiers were also slaughtered in a matter of moments.

It's not that the reconnaissance platoon doesn't want to delay time, it's that these American soldiers are running too fast.

Rather than let them scatter and flee, it is better to turn these American troops into cold corpses.

In this way, in the worst-case scenario, these American soldiers can be buried for them.

Well, it's time, let me send you all to hell. ）”

The young American pilot looked at the corpses of friendly soldiers all over the ground, pulled the control stick in anger, and dived down at great speed.

"Spread them all out, don't pile them together!"

Pinghe looked at the fighter in the sky, and without a tremble in his heart, he immediately ordered loudly.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also scattered in all directions with great experience, holding their rifles in their hands and shooting accurately at the US fighters in the sky.

However, with superb flying skills, the US fighter planes kept changing their fuselages in the air, and they were extremely flexible.

At most, the flying bullets flew past their fuselage and then disappeared into the boundless air.

Seeing that the situation was critical in the distance, Wu Qianli immediately used the system reward, and a 20mm four-company anti-aircraft machine gun instantly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Knock knock ......knock knock

With the heavy muffled sound of bullets, countless thick bullets quickly shot in front of the US plane, and the distance was already very close.

“Fuck you！”

The young pilot of the US military suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and pulled up the joystick sharply, so that he narrowly avoided those bullets.

Then before he could catch his breath, above his stretch, there were countless bullets hitting the dense net of fire.

Countless thick anti-aircraft bullets sealed exactly every direction he could adjust.

“shit！”

The eyes of the young American pilot widened, and his face was painfully distorted into a bitter melon.

Before he could parachute, the rapidly rotating propeller in front of him slammed into the large-caliber bullet in front of him.

Suddenly, the young US pilot felt a violent shaking.

The nose of the U.S. Mustang fighter immediately burst into thick black smoke.

And the propeller in front of the fighter twisted desperately a few times, and it also lost the power to rotate, and the whole fighter quickly fell downward.

However, fortunately, Wu Qianli did not continue to shoot him, and the US pilot successfully parachuted at the last moment.

"His grandmother's American devil, do you still want to run for your life?"

Pinghe raised the rifle in his hand, aimed the muzzle in the direction under the parachute, and pulled the trigger fiercely.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, the bullet quickly burrowed into the head of the American pilot, building up a mixture of brain pulp and blood.

Under the parachute, the corpse of the American soldier with the crooked head hanging slowly fell weakly, and it didn't take long to become one of the countless corpses in the snow.

However, Wu Qianli did not pay attention to the results just now, but immediately turned his gun and aimed it at another US fighter.

“Is this volunteer army a ghost? Where did it suddenly come from? Where did it come from? ）”

Looking at the sudden appearance of Wu Qianli and the anti-aircraft gun, the veteran US pilot couldn't help but be stunned.

However, under another round of anti-aircraft machine gun fire from Wu Qianli, he still relied on his rich combat experience and flexibly turned his body to dodge.

At this time, he had no intention of continuing to fight, and pulled the joystick to fly high into the air to evacuate the place.

However, he found that even with only one anti-aircraft machine gun, it quickly blocked almost all of his escape routes with a very accurate angle and advance.

Fortunately, this time, he found a flaw in the firepower net, and immediately pulled the joystick and flew to the right, but soon he found that he had still fallen into the trap.

"Boom!"

An antiaircraft machine gun bullet was very lucky to hit the fuel tank of the plane, and the entire US fighter plane exploded in the air in an instant, blooming with brilliant sparks.

Looking at the wreckage of the plane that was slowly falling, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon who were about to face death just now had expressions of shock and ecstasy on their faces at this moment.

"Whew! What's the use of the American devil's plane, no matter how powerful it is, our company commander is here! ”

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon looked at Wu Qianli's figure together, and their hearts were filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Ding-Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the Bright Sword quest and obtained 30 bottles of god-level special effect penicillin, which has been automatically stored in the system warehouse and can be accessed at any time."

Along with the explosion of two US military planes, the system's reward prompt also came.

However, at this moment, Wu Qianli had no intention of looking at the system warehouse, but hurriedly ran in the direction of Pinghe, and his frowning brows revealed that he was full of worries.

"Hmmm......"

At this moment, Pinghe snorted, covered the wound on his arm, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

(End of chapter)