"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The bullets that burst out pierced the night sky and shot like sharp swords at the rows of American planes covered with explosives.

The first bullet hit the metal nose of the US plane, sending sparks flying and smearing aviation gasoline on the ground, igniting a raging fire.

The other two bullets hit the explosive packets on the metal wings of the aircraft, igniting the high explosives inside.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, a violent explosion raised a cloud of fire several meters high, completely engulfing several US military planes in the vicinity.

Not only that, but the explosion also set off a chain reaction, and the US warplanes piled up with explosives and gasoline in the vicinity exploded along with it.

For a while, the ground near the airport shook like a mountain, and several American soldiers in a combat state could not stand on their feet, and directly stumbled and fell to the snow.

The orange-red firelight lit up half of the sky, and the loud sound of super decibels made many American soldiers feel the pain of tearing their eardrums, and a sharp tinnitus echoed in their minds.

“shit！ Our planes! ”

Leonard, the commander of the U.S. Special Operations Battalion, looked at this raging sea of fire, clenched his fists without clenching his fists, and gritted his teeth and roared.

The explosion triggered by Wu Qianli blew up at least nearly seventy percent of the US planes, which was almost a castrated heavy blow to the US military.

Pinghe, who was originally sniping with a reconnaissance platoon, was also slightly shocked by the explosion for a second, and a sense of excitement and pride in making history arose.

But soon, after capturing the fighter, he immediately made a combat gesture and ordered the reconnaissance platoon to seize the opportunity to shoot immediately.

Then, he calmly raised the sniper rifle in his hand and aimed very firmly at a non-commissioned officer of the US Army who was stunned in place.

"Bang!"

When the crisp gunfire rang out, there was an instant blood hole in the center of the US non-commissioned officer's eyebrows, and bright red blood trickled down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon hidden in various places also pulled the trigger one after another, and after the continuous gunshots, there were more than a dozen corpses of American soldiers on the snow.

Along the way, a reconnaissance platoon composed of elite soldiers has shot dozens of American troops in the blockade, and a third of them are non-commissioned officers commanding from the grassroots level.

“Fuck you！ Kill them now and surround and annihilate these cunning volunteers! ”

Leonard, the commander of the U.S. special operations battalion, forcibly forced himself to calm down and commanded the U.S. military to kill Wu Qianli and others in the direction.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon originally wanted to shoot, but as soon as they emerged, they were suppressed by the powerful machine-gun fire of the US troops, and they could no longer play a role.

In order to quickly rush over, Leonard, the commander of the US battalion, even asked some US troops to directly board the personnel carrier and rush to the front battlefield at full speed.

In stark contrast to the menacing US special operations battalion, the morale of the US airfield garrison company has completely collapsed.

In the face of the murderous Seventh Interspersed Company, they all had the idea of retreating, but they were helplessly entangled too tightly and had no chance.

After witnessing the explosion at the airport, many US soldiers simply dropped their weapons and ran towards the rear regardless of it.

"Ahem, ahem, ......"

Garcia, the commander of the U.S. military company, choked on the smoke of the explosion and coughed repeatedly, and sobered up a little.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to fight at this time, and hurriedly motioned to the guards with his eyes to take him away.

"Pursue it now! Don't let them run! ”

"Yu Congrong, you take the first and second squads of the firepower platoon, go around from the left side, wrap up these American devils, and you must drag them into a white-knuckle battle!"

Wu Qianli looked at the retreating American troops in front of him, and immediately gave an order with a clear mind.

Although letting go of these small number of American troops can relieve them of some combat pressure, they will no longer have to fall into the risk of fighting on both sides.

However, with the current strength of the 7th Interspersed Company, it is simply unable to compete head-on with the well-equipped and powerful US special operations battalion.

Only by getting close to the U.S. forces in white-knuckle warfare and mixing with them can we neutralize their superiority in firepower and delay time and wait for the overall situation of the war to turn around.

"Yes!"

Yu Congrong responded loudly, dragging his slightly tired body, and surrounded the past from the left with two squads of troops.

At this time, an American soldier who had just dropped his weapon and fled to the left turned around, and was horrified to find that he had just hit Yu Congrong's knife.

"Kill!"

Yu Congrong raised the bayonet high, but did not directly kill the American soldier, but stabbed him in the arm.

"Ahh

Stabbed by the powerful impact of the bayonet, the American soldier instantly fell to the ground, and a huge bloody hole appeared in his left arm.

Before he could stand up, two more cold rays flashed, and sharp bayonets pierced his thighs on both sides, making him no longer able to walk.

After quickly doing this, Yu Congrong directly led the soldiers to continue to outflank and kill.

Along the way, they all chose to seriously injure the U.S. military in this way, making them incapacitated to fight, but not taking their lives.

It is not that the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company like to brutally torture and kill the enemy, but only in this way can they drag the US troops to the greatest extent and also make the special operations battalions that support them throw into the trap.

Sure enough, when the searchlight of the personnel carrier hit the center of the battlefield, they saw countless shaking khaki uniforms, and a wounded American soldier covered his bloody wounds and wailed loudly.

The American machine gunner, who was holding the Browning heavy machine gun in the front of the car, watched this scene and was unable to pull the trigger in his hand for a long time.

After all, they are also grassroots soldiers, and who can guarantee that they will not become wounded on the ground.

If they mercilessly shoot these friendly robes now, will they also be brutally killed when they are in the same situation?

“shit！ These abominable volunteers, they are even more cunning than the foxes of the Colorado Forest! ”

Leonard, the commander of the US special operations battalion, looked at this situation and couldn't help but grit his teeth and scold.

But no matter how angry he was, in the face of so many American wounded, he didn't dare to force his men to shoot.

Even if you lose, the worst case scenario is to be a captive who is treated favorably.

But if he ordered a large number of American troops to be shot, he would have to be sent to a military court to be executed when he returned home.

Taking advantage of the hesitation of the U.S. military to raise their guns, Pinghe immediately ran quickly and switched to an excellent sniper position.

Then, he slowly extended the muzzle of his sniper rifle from the shadows, and the crosshair of the scope was aimed at the front of the car's fast-turning tires.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, the hot bullet flew out quickly, and the fast-rolling tire followed the original trajectory, just in time to hit Pinghe's bullet.

“shit！”

The driver of the US military carrier cursed secretly, only to feel the body shake for a while, and the steering wheel became a little disobedient.

The deflated tires shriveled to the side, just in time to crash into another speeding troop carrier.

"Bang!"

The front of the skidding US personnel carrier slammed into the body of another troop carrier, and the windshield in front of it immediately shattered, and the glass ballast was scattered all over the ground.

The personnel carrier that was hit was even worse, under the strong impact force, it was directly hit and rolled over on its side, only the tires were still spinning rapidly.

Some of the US soldiers who were originally on the personnel carrier knocked their heads against the iron railing next to them after the collision and fainted on the spot.

“Fuck you！ Kill me with bayonets and slaughter these hateful yellow-skinned monkeys! ”

Leonard, the commander of the U.S. battalion, was so angry that he scolded and waved his hand to let the U.S. soldiers accelerate the charge.

The arrogant soldiers of the US special operations battalion were also holding their breath at this time, and immediately put the spur on the card slot and charged quickly.

Facing the US troops several times his size, Wu Qianli did not panic at all, but just accelerated his speed and led his comrades to kill and wound a large number of the remaining US troops.

"Fall for me!"

Mei Sheng protected Wu Qianli's right side, and used a bayonet to directly cut the belly of a US soldier, and the intestines inside were mixed with blood and flowed all over the ground.

Wu Qianli keenly stared at Garcia, the fleeing American company commander, and silently pulled out a pistol with less penetrating than his waist and aimed it at his head.

"Don't you like to put cold guns? Then let you taste the cold gun for yourself. ”

Wu Qianli muttered in his heart as he locked Garcia's temple and pulled the trigger in his hand fiercely.

"Bang!"

A slightly dull gunshot rang out, and the swirling bullet hit Garcia in the back of the head impartially.

A cloud of blood mixed with brains splashed on the faces of several nearby vigilantes, and Garcia, who had been hit, only had time to convulse before falling heavily on the snow.

However, in seven or eight seconds, the remaining American troops were all killed and wounded by the 7th Interspersed Company.

The soldiers of the US special operations battalion who came from the reinforcements also clenched their bayonets in their hands, and there were only a few dozen meters left from the 7th Interspersed Company.

"Grenades!"

Wu Qianli shouted loudly and pulled out the pineapple grenade on his waist, pulled the ring and threw it towards the American troops.

Wu Wanli took out two grenades together, paused for a few seconds after pulling them apart, and once again staged the air explosion scene he was good at.

After all, the U.S. military has to worry about the wounded U.S. troops at the feet of the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company, and they don't have to worry about so much, just throw it and be done.

Soon, dozens of small black dots thrown by the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company had already flown into the air and fell towards the US special operations battalion.

"Lie down!"

The deputy company commander of the U.S. Army widened his eyes, reminded the U.S. troops under him loudly, and fell down in the small snow pit in front of him.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The explosion of dozens of grenades at close range splashed countless shrapnel, harvesting the lives of countless American soldiers with a powerful impact.

Some of the U.S. soldiers were directly blown up and fell down heavily in mid-air, and their bodies were dismembered into several pieces.

After the explosion, there were more than two dozen corpses of American soldiers on the snow, and more than a dozen white soldiers with missing arms and legs were rolling and struggling in place.

At this time, the thick black smoke had not completely dissipated, and the American soldiers were just struggling to get up, when a group of figures in khaki military uniforms had already come into their eyes.

"Kill!"

Wu Qianli, who was covered in blood, carried the dark red bayonet in his hand, rushed to the front in the first place, and killed the American army like a killing god.

"Poof—"

The muffled sound of a bayonet entering the flesh was heard, and the bayonet in Wu Qianli's hand pierced the lungs of an American soldier.

Blood oozed from the broken lobes of his lungs, which quickly surged into the American soldier's trachea, causing him to die before he could scream.

Yu Congrong even flew up with a kick, kicked down the American soldier who had just gotten up, and pierced his throat with a long bayonet.

"Ho ......"

The American soldier suddenly vomited blood, the eyes of the dead fish widened, and the hand that held the rifle tightly soon hung weakly.

In the first round of impact, the soldiers of the ferocious 7th Interspersed Company slammed into the stunned American soldiers who were blown up by the grenade, leaving a large number of American corpses on the snow.

Not only that, but the originally well-organized military formation was torn open by the Seventh Interspersed Company, and it was still expanding.

Leonard, the commander of the U.S. Special Operations Battalion, looked at the fallen elite U.S. troops and couldn't help but feel like a knife.

"It's okay, it's just that they took advantage of it at the beginning, and these inferior volunteers will soon be swallowed up."

"What's more, I dragged them and saved a large number of transport planes of our army."

Leonard's hands trembled, and he turned his head to look at the remaining thirty percent of the planes, forcibly comforting himself.

Because the explosives package of the Seventh Interspersed Company was insufficient, some of the transport planes that were far away could not be blown up, and these planes were able to transport some of the elite of the US military.

But what Leonard didn't expect was that when the U.S. special operations battalion was dragged into a white-knuckle battle, Lei Gong, who was carrying an artillery platoon, had already set his sights on the remaining U.S. transport planes.

As early as before the battle, Wu Qianli gave the battle-hardened Lei Gong the right to make decisions on the spot, and Lei Gong waited for a rare opportunity.

"Are all the explosives bags in place, not a single transport plane in the airport is allowed to be left for the American devils!"

Lei Gong whispered while fixing the explosive bag to a US military plane.

"Don't worry, platoon commander, everything is fine, not to mention the US plane, there won't even be a piece of intact iron sheet when it is blown up!"

An artillery platoon soldier smiled slightly, patted his chest and assured Lei Gong.

"Okay, move immediately, let the comrades who have set up the artillery prepare to bomb!"

Lei Gong took one last look at the rows of planes that had been loaded with explosives, and then he turned around and left with people with confidence, and quickly evacuated to the position of the mortar.

"Put!"

Lei Gong waved his hand fiercely, and the soldiers of the artillery platoon, who had already prepared, immediately sent the heavy mortar shells in their hands into the muzzle.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The muffled sound of the cannon ejection rang out neatly, and the muzzles of the mortars lined up flashed out, and a puff of white smoke rose in all directions.

"Whoa—"

The mortar shell flew into the sky, instantly piercing the sky, and falling quickly with the sound of breaking wind.

At this time, Leonard, who sensed that something was wrong, suddenly turned his head to look at the airport, and countless small black dots that fell instantly made his eyes widen in horror and his pupils shrank.

“oh no！”

He opened his mouth wide and looked at the last transport plane left in the airport, screaming as hard as he could, but it was too late.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The violent explosion engulfed the rows of U.S. transport planes, and the ignited explosive packets exploded along with them.

The metal wings of countless U.S. planes were lifted into the air with parts, and the shattered windshields were embedded deep in the small snowdrifts around them.

The heat wave from the explosion hit Leonard's face, causing a little sweat to break out on his forehead, but by this time his heart was already completely cold.

“It's over， it's all over ………… (It's over, it's all over............ ）”

Leonard, the commander of the U.S. Special Operations Battalion, kept muttering, and his body collapsed on the cold and biting snow, with a trace of despair in his eyes.

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In addition, it will be busy in the last few days, so update the crotch a little, and it will resume daily stable updates next month.

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