"Don't you dare shoot, if I die, you'll all have to be buried!"

Marshall clenched his fists, stared at Wu Qianli's eyes, and suddenly laughed proudly.

Wu Qianli's eyes lit up, his right leg exerted force, and he kicked Marshall's stomach fiercely with the sound of breaking wind.

"Ahh

Marshall screamed, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground, the sharp pain making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Just because it's useful to keep you alive doesn't mean I can't torture you."

Wu Qianli grabbed Marshall's collar, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"Ho Ho ......"

Marshall was strangled and breathless, and his hands desperately tried to swing Wu Qianli's wrists, but he couldn't break them.

"Click—"

A picture of Marshall's pocket fell to the ground with a faint thud.

Wu Qianli threw Marshall to the ground, picked up the photo and looked at it, it was obviously a warm family photo.

"Fuckyou! You bastard!"

Marshall endured the pain and wanted to fight, but was kicked back to the ground by Wu Qianli.

"Mr. Marshall, do you guess how happy your wife would be to see you come home with your cripple?"

Wu Qianli sneered and lifted the bayonet, gently slashing through Marshall's limbs, slightly touching Marshall's crotch.

"Demons! You devil!"

Marshall was frightened, the chrysanthemum shrunk, and he shouted hoarsely.

"Demons?"

"You American devils set foot on the Oriental Peninsula and provoked hundreds of thousands of troops to fight......

"You burned, killed, and looted along the way, causing countless souls to die, and villages and villages ...... in vain."

"And the living comrades around me, they may be talking and laughing one second, and the next second they may become bones on the frozen soil of North Korea!"

"Who the hell is the devil?"

Wu Qianli's eyes were red, and he grabbed Marshall's neck and roared.

"Company Commander......

With tears in his eyes, Pinghe patted Wu Qianli and reminded him to calm down.

Wu Qianli took a deep breath and let go of the hand holding Marshall, the murderous aura in his eyes flashed.

"Ahem, ahem...... That's all the damn politicians' fault, do you think I don't want to spend Christmas with my family?"

Marshall clutched his chest, coughing as he spoke, his eyes flashing with hesitation and fear.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

At this moment, a crisp telephone rang in the command headquarters.

"If you still want to be reunited with your family, just cooperate with us!"

Wu Qianli pressed a bayonet against Marshall's throat and stared at him viciously.

"I hope you keep your promises."

Marshall hesitated for a moment, but still made a ruthless decision, grabbing the wireless phone.

"Boom! Rumble...... Sir! These damn mid-*** people are going crazy and we're going to run out of it!". net

On the other end of the phone, the cries for help mixed with the sound of gunfire looked particularly desperate, and it was obvious that the defense line was crumbling.

"Cease fire, retreat, bring them closer."

Marshall swallowed nervously and gave a ridiculous order.

"Huh? What? Repeat this, sir."

The American commanders at the front line widened their eyes, wondering if they had misheard.

「Shit！ I told you to cease fire and retreat, and get them closer before fighting!"

"I arranged for someone to plant a time bomb fifty meters from the position, and it was part of my plan!"

Marshall roared loudly, as if he had expected it.

"This ...... Sir, be wise!"

The American commander on the front line hesitated for a moment, but felt a hot bullet flying past his head, and immediately agreed.

He's not stupid, of course he's a little skeptical, but he

I wanted to retreat, but the U.S. military really didn't want to play with the volunteers.

Anyway, with the order from above, he can't be punished, so it's better to take the opportunity to retreat.

"Ceasefire! Slowly retreat!"

When the order was given, the US troops, who had already had the intention of retreating, immediately put away their guns and retreated like a tide.

The soldiers of the Seventh Interspersed Company, who were holding the heart of fighting to the death, were a little stunned when they saw this scene.

"Platoon commander, what do you mean, the American devils are the last complete line of defensive line."

Tie Niu, a firepower platoon soldier, scratched the back of his head and looked at Yu Congrong suspiciously.

"Grandma's, the American devil sang an empty city plan to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu was not fooled, let the comrades rush over, *** them!"

Yu Congrong straightened up, punched at the retreating American troops, and roared loudly.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the firepower platoon did not hesitate at all, and took advantage of this firepower gap to desperately rush forward to kill.

Along the way, except for a small amount of American firepower, they were not hindered in the slightest, and they were about to rush to the front of the American position.

「Fuckyou！ Bombs!"

The U.S. commander gritted his teeth and cursed, and hurriedly ordered his U.S. troops to rush back, but he quietly continued to retreat.

"Grandma's, these idiots, I guess they were tricked by our company commander, hahahahahaha......

"Comrades, give me a hard beating, and leave no one behind!"

Yu Congrong, who was the fastest, rushed into the position, set up a heavy machine gun that the American troops had no time to take away, and fired wildly.

"Boom Boom Boom ......"

Dense brass bullets pierced through the bodies of the American soldiers with a whistling sound, and pools of blood mist flew everywhere.

More and more firepower platoon fighters also entered the position, frantically pouring fire on the American troops.

Originally, they were all about to run out of ammunition and food, but fortunately, with the ammunition replenishment on the American position, they fired recklessly.

「Fuckyou！ Our commander is a stupid donkey! They're playing with our lives!"

An American soldier who had been shot in the leg screamed angrily.

At this time, the remaining American troops also looked at the rear with angry eyes, but they couldn't help but be even more annoyed when they saw their own commander facing far behind.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

The front-line commander of the US army was shocked and hurriedly gave the order to surrender.

He understood that if he continued to order resistance, he was afraid that some American soldiers would sacrifice his head to the other side.

"Snap ......"

For a time, countless guns were thrown to the ground, and the US soldiers raised their hands and fell to their knees.

On the other side, Lei Gong, Mei Sheng and others also took the opportunity to break through the southern defense line of the Watergate Bridge.

After the fierce battle, the 7th Interspersed Company successfully controlled the Watergate Bridge in its hands, and Yu Congrong and Mei Sheng gathered two groups of people.

"The company commander should have succeeded, otherwise our attack wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Mei Sheng looked at the American prisoners who fell to the ground, and couldn't help but admire Wu Qianli's boldness.

"His grandmother's, I thought the American devil was singing some kind of empty city plan at first, but it turned out that he was tricked by the company commander, hahaha......

Yu Congrong took a sip of captured U.S. red wine and laughed loudly.

"Without further ado, I'll take the cubs to install the explosives pack on the bridge structure first, so we can have one more hole card later."

The calm Lei Gong glanced at the American troops on the periphery, and after saying worriedly, the soldiers with the artillery platoon were busy.

Outside the Watergate Bridge, the U.S. troops, who were rushing to prepare for a flank attack, looked at the position where the gunfire had stopped, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

「Shit！ These damn cowards, they have lost all the glory of the American military!"

U.S. Commander Wade's eyes widened, and he raised his binoculars in disbelief to look at it again and again, and couldn't help but curse.

The U.S. non-commissioned officer next to him couldn't help but feel a burst of disdain when he looked at Wade's angry appearance.

In fact, according to the time, they should have completed the flanking attack a long time ago and smashed the attack of the *** team.

But Wade just wanted to wait for the volunteers to be more damaged, and it was best to fight until he had no ability to break through and then kill him and pick peaches.

It's just that he didn't know about Wu Qianli's arrest of Marshall alive, and he accidentally got away with it.

"Tell the guys, the squadron on the opposite side is already at the end of the crossbow, and tear their defenses to shreds for me!"

Wade clenched his binoculars tightly and gave orders with a loud roar.

If he can't think of a court-martial, he has no choice but to recapture the Watergate Bridge and annihilate the enemy.

"Boom—"

The tracks of two American tanks pressed against the Watergate bridge, and the American troops behind followed closely behind.

Seeing this, Lei Gong, who had just finished his work, hurriedly retreated back into the position with the artillery platoon soldiers.

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of shell smoothbore, the American tank shook backwards, and a shell flew out with white smoke.

"Boom!"

The shells exploded on the position of the 7th Interspersed Company, and immediately flesh and blood flew everywhere, even the heavy machine guns were blown out, and the body of the guns was still burning with raging flames.

At the same time, the U.S. troops behind the tanks took the opportunity to open fire, and countless bullets formed a dense network of firepower, which severely suppressed the 7th Interspersed Company.

"Dada......"

Iron Bull picked up the Thomson submachine gun and fired wildly, but the bullet bounced off the armor of the American tank instantly, leaving only a few dents.

At this time, the US tank in the front row was slowly turning the turret, intending to aim at the position for another shot.

"Grandma's, the American devils want to recapture the Watergate Bridge, Iron Bull, and press our captives to the front of the position!"

Yu Congrong looked at the soldiers who were blown into shredded flesh, and roared in distress.

"Yes!"

Tie Niu responded angrily and quickly led people to press the American prisoners to the front of the position.

Wade, who was outside the Watergate Bridge, was proudly raising his binoculars to see the tragic situation of the Seventh Interspersed Company.

But when he saw a large number of American prisoners, his eyes widened in shock, and he ordered a ceasefire first.

He didn't know that Marshall had been captured, or that the wrong order had led to a massive surrender of American troops.

He also thought that the U.S. troops were desperately resisting and were finally defeated by the 7th Interspersed Company, but he didn't expect so many prisoners.

"Sir, what should I do......

A U.S. non-commissioned officer gasped and asked cautiously.

If a few American prisoners were accidentally "mistakenly injured", it is still said in the past, but this is a bit too much.

"These cunning mid-s*** people!"

Wade clenched his fists angrily, gritted his teeth and looked at the Watergate Bridge position not far away, and cursed.

"......

At this time, a burst of electrical noise came, and many US soldiers immediately looked up at the broadcast above.

"Boom...... I'm a mid-*** person, your command center has been controlled, and Commander Marshall is in our hands!"

The sound mixed with the sound of electricity was very harsh, but it was very penetrating to the ears of some American soldiers.

"What? He said Chief Marshall was under control?"

「Shit！ You heard me right, I said how the defense line of the Watergate Bridge could have been breached so quickly."

"Not necessarily, the cunning Chinese *** people may be cheating again, trying to disturb the morale of our army."

「……」

For a time, there was a commotion in the US troops outside the Watergate Bridge, and they were even a little worried.

"Bang!"

A dull pistol rang out, a radio was broken on the spot, and the current became louder.

「Fuckyou！ Give me the order to attack! Breach the Watergate Bridge at all costs and rescue our guys!"

Wade broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and hurriedly shot the broadcast, roaring loudly.

However, before his order could be delivered, Wu Qianli was detained

Marshall and the others came out of the pump room.

Seeing this, Mei Sheng instantly understood, and hurriedly asked people to turn the searchlight over, and for a while, the eyes of the US military swept over.

"Chief Marshall!"

A U.S. non-commissioned officer looked at it with a telescope and immediately exclaimed loudly.

"You bastard!"

Wade looked at this pig teammate and wanted to shoot him down.

Originally, many American soldiers who were far away could not see clearly, but after this shouting, everyone knew about it, and their morale was greatly damaged.

"Mobilize the snipers and kill that lieutenant!"

"In addition, artillery fire hits the rear of the position of the *** team, don't hurt your own people, just make a big noise."

Wade hesitated for a moment, then suddenly made up his mind, with a hint of murderous aura in his eyes, and waved his hand.

Based on what he had just observed, he guessed that Wu Qianli was most likely the commander on the other side.

Even if it wasn't, the sound of gunfire could stimulate the tense nerves of both armies, and when the soldiers themselves accidentally opened fire, the accidental injury was not caused by his orders.

At the same time, inside the Watergate Bridge position

Pinghe had long been under Wu Qianli's order, lying on the salient of the position, holding a Chuntian sniper rifle, observing the US troops for a long time.

"How's it going, have you found the commander of the U.S. military?"

Mei Sheng understood that the current situation was critical, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Eight, nine, ten."

Pinghe's eyes fixed on Wade's position, and he pushed a sharpened bullet into the chamber of the gun.

He only had one bullet on hand, after all, he only had one chance to hit.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound with a silenced effect rang out, and a bullet came out of its chamber and whistled towards Wade's chest.

"Not good!"

Wade realized that a great sense of danger was coming, and immediately tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The bullet pierced his heart, and a sharp pain mixed with a feeling of dizziness struck him, causing him to fall straight to the ground.

"Sir!"

The U.S. non-commissioned officers around Wade gathered one after another, looking at the corpses in a pool of blood with panicked eyes.

The commander-in-chief was captured, the head commander was killed, and the American troops outside the Watergate Bridge instantly fell into a huge panic.

"Guys, we've done our best, think about the families who are waiting for you for Christmas, surrender!"

Marshall, who was held to the neck with a bayonet, picked up a simple megaphone and helplessly persuaded him to surrender.

After shouting these words, his whole spirit seemed to be emptied, and his eyes became dull.

The remaining U.S. officers came back to their senses, looked at Wade's blood-red corpse, and then looked at Marshall, who was being held hostage, and understood that the general situation had gone, so they could only give orders to surrender one after another.

"Click-click-"

The sophisticated American guns were discarded to the ground, and one American soldier raised his hands in frustration.

Even the majestic heavy tanks of the US army were opened, and the tank personnel raised their hands and walked out, and there was no longer the domineering spirit that had just opened fire.

"Telegraph Division, the 7th Interspersed Company has successfully captured the Watergate Bridge and is about to complete the blow-up, cutting off the lifeline of the US army's retreat on the Eastern Front!"

Wu Qianli looked at the surrendered American army and breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted loudly with excitement in his eyes.