The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 12 Die for the country (for further reading)

"Ding—system reward [-]: Except for the skin trauma, the host's other injuries and illnesses have all healed and recovered, and the body immediately returned to its best state!"

Immediately, Wu Qianli felt a warm current swirling around the meridians in his whole body.

All the uncomfortable feelings in the body disappeared immediately, and the eyes were restored to be bright and bright.

"Ding—system reward [-]: rapid marching experience card, one can gain a huge bonus in group marching or charging in a short time."

"Ding—system reward three: The emergency treasure chest can be opened in the most critical situation, and it has been automatically stored in the warehouse for the host."

Listening to the system's cold notification sound announcing the rewards one by one, Wu Qianli finally grinned his chapped lips, half-lying on the ground and laughing out loud.

"Brother! How are you? Could it be that you were fooled? Don't worry, even if you are stupid, I will definitely protect you and bring you home safely."

Seeing that Wu Qianli was talking to himself again, Wu Wanli couldn't help walking over with distress, patted Wu Qianli on the shoulder, and said thoughtfully.

"Go, go, go, you're stupid and I'm not stupid, stop talking nonsense. The whole army immediately rests on the spot for a while, and then follow me to rescue Pinghe and the others."

Listening to the gunshots in the distance, Wu Qianli frowned, not in the mood to joke with Wu Wanli again.

It's just that he looked at Yu Congrong who was collapsed on the other side with some concern. The system restored his body, but it didn't restore Yu Congrong's body.

"Company commander, don't worry, I'm just tired, just lie down for a while, even if I charge into battle, I can still move."

Yu Congrong swallowed, grabbed a handful of snow from his side, and put it into his mouth, the bathroom moistened his chapped lips.

Immediately, the huge coldness also instantly drove away his dizziness.

But after taking a mouthful of ice and snow, I just feel that my intestines have been frozen together, but fighting for the country, how can I care about these things.

The other soldiers were also exhausted after repeated battles, their bodies and limbs were as stiff and numb as if they were not their own.

But when they heard gunshots in the distance, and Wu Qianli's analysis, they also understood that it was their brother Pao Ze who had encountered the test of life and death.

So, they all followed Yu Congrong's example and grabbed the snowdrifts around them and put them in their mouths.

Someone was shivering from the cold, but still gritted his teeth and insisted on carrying a gun and stood up.

Some people just stood up, because the blood was not flowing after sitting for a long time, they broke away for a while and fell back again heavily.

Wu Qianli silently watched the group of warriors who persisted with iron will, a tear ran across his face blackened by gunpowder smoke, and dripped on the ground.

"Use the rapid march experience card."

Wu Qianli said to the system silently in his heart, although he also felt sorry for these cutest people, but obviously now is not the time for children to love each other.

"The Seventh Interlude Company is assembled! Accelerate the march and rescue brother Paozawa!"

Tears welled up in Wu Qianli's eyes, and he yelled loudly as he dragged his cracked and hoarse throat.

His loud voice was like an invisible bugle, and every soldier in the [-]th Interlude Company was on standby in an instant.

Relying on their strong will and the bonus of the rapid march experience card, they were like a group of jaguars in the dark night, rushing towards the location of the gunshot.

........................

On the other side, Ping He commanded people to send the translators and telegraphs up the hillside, and at the same time led a dozen soldiers to snipe at the surrounding American troops.

Originally, Pinghe and Leigong took the telegraph and translators to the Dayulum command post first.

When I was on my way, I found a troop carrier reinforced by the US military and was about to go to the signal tower for support.

Originally, according to the safest and most beneficial way to carry out the mission, Pinghe could ignore these troops and directly pass by these American troops with a telegraph and translator.

But as a member of the [-]th Interlude Company, even Pao Ze, the friendly army who watched the bombing of the signal tower, couldn't bear to die.

Then how could he bear to just stand by and watch in the face of his comrades who fought side by side in this company?

When the U.S. military personnel carrier just passed by the mountain where Pinghe and the others were, Pinghe made a decisive decision and shot a U.S. officer, starting the sniper battle of fighting more with less.

But after all, they were outnumbered, and with the translators and telegraphs on their side, Pinghe didn't dare to fight recklessly, so he had to fight and retreat, and retreated to the mountain with his soldiers.

"boom--"

In the depths of the forest on the mountain, there was another clear gunshot, like the sound of death's sickle waving.

After firing a shot, Ping He calmly shifted his position again and continued to snipe at the American soldiers.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

The U.S. military looked at the dark and deep woods in fear, and fired wildly.

Many U.S. troops bombed indiscriminately with rocket grenades from time to time, blasting gaps in the big trees deep in the forest, and many trees that were broken in half were scorched in the flames from the bombs.

However, at this moment, Pinghe and the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon are like ghosts in the dark night.

They seem to be everywhere, and they don't seem to be able to see anywhere, just like this, they are harvesting the lives of American soldiers one by one.

"Oh, God, look at these demons, they are killing cruelly, stop them all!"

The US military officer ordered helplessly and angrily.

Not only will there be no results in fighting like this, but the soldiers under him will also be gradually eaten away by Pinghe and the others.

"Rest in place, observe the surroundings in a fighting posture, wait for the flare to probe the front, and take pictures of all these damn rats who only hide in the dark and shoot coldly, let's go deeper!"

The US military officer pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then ordered immediately.

"Something's wrong, why did the U.S. military stop suddenly?"

Just when Ping He raised his gun and wanted to shoot, he suddenly saw the formation of the US troops, and suddenly felt bad, and an ominous premonition hit his heart.

When he was about to order to temporarily hide and not shoot, someone under his command fired first.

"boom--"

Another American soldier fell down after being shot heavily in the forehead, and the corner of the soldier's mouth in the reconnaissance platoon slightly raised, showing a smug expression.

However, he hadn't been happy for a long time, and soon he couldn't laugh.

"call out--"

A small black dot like a cannonball shot straight into the sky.

In an instant, the flare was like a small sun, shining brightly, illuminating the surrounding dark forest as bright as day.

"Shoot!"

When the US military officer gave an order, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, who had just finished firing their guns, were sieved by the firepower network composed of more than a dozen bullet chains in an instant.

As if to vent the fear in his heart just now, the U.S. military also took a few shots at the man's body, beating his head beyond recognition, leaving only a puddle of flesh and blood.

"His grandma, these American devils are relying on their own riches, throwing out all the strange things as if they don't need money, bah!"

Ping He cursed in his heart, but his body reacted extremely quickly, and hid in a bunker built with dead leaves and branches ahead of time, without being found.

Two soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were found, and under the powerful firepower of the U.S. military, they were instantly beaten to a pulp. Pinghe couldn't help feeling distressed as if dripping blood.

"The situation is critical now. What should we do next? Should we fight to the death and continue the sniping, or retreat temporarily?"

The other soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon looked at the US military's unstoppable posture, with a trace of dignity on their faces.

So they all sent similar inquiries one after another. Of course, they all used this sign language to match the bird's call to sign.

"Can't retreat, continue to stick to the sniper, as long as there is one person left, you can't let them go up the mountain. Of course, pay more attention to concealment, and shoot when the flares are about to go out!"

Ping He racked his brains and spent a lot of effort to convey this meaning, and at the same time he sighed silently.

It's not that he doesn't want to retreat, he also wants to reserve some seeds for reconnaissance, but the current situation really makes it impossible to retreat.

The fighters of these reconnaissance platoons are all considered to have unique skills. It is easy to retreat, but what about the translators and telegraphs?
Are they abandoning the tasks assigned by the organization for their own survival?
If so, Ping He would rather die on the battlefield with the reconnaissance platoon.

"boom--"

Before the flares disappeared, Pinghe had already aimed at a US machine gunner.

As soon as the flare was over, Ping He pulled the trigger under the cover of darkness, and a bloody hole was instantly pierced through the head of the US machine gunner.

"call out--"

Another flare shot straight into the sky. Fortunately, Pinghe had already hid in the bunker not far away the moment he fired the gun, so he was not discovered.

However, even if it was okay once or twice like this, with so many people in the reconnaissance platoon, not everyone was as lucky as Ping He.

Some soldiers, if they were discovered, simply ignored them, bit the tab with a grenade, and charged at the U.S. military with the mentality of dying together.

But before he rushed in front of the U.S. military, he was pierced deeply in the chest by a bullet.

The grenade also exploded in his own hands, adding a heroic color to this cold and windy night.

Under this style of play, the gunfire of the reconnaissance platoon gradually became more and more sparse, and the US military seemed to feel the weakness of these ghosts hiding in the dark.

So they increased their fire coverage one after another, countless bullets poured towards every corner of the forest with the sprayed fire snakes as if they were free of money.

The rockets were fired one after another, and even the barrel with the bazooka was made red.

But the U.S. military continued to pour rockets while cursing, not daring to relax.

The fire clouds that exploded one after another submerged countless trees, and the shrapnel from the explosion deeply pierced the trunk of the big tree.

Countless pieces of weedy ground instantly turned into scorched earth full of gunpowder smoke and the smell of gunpowder.

Not only the firepower, but even the frequency of flares is increasing.

In this way, the U.S. military pressed hard step by step toward the depths of the darkness, trying to slaughter these ghosts of death.

"Pinghe and the others are afraid that bad luck will come, no, I have to help!"

Lei Gong looked at the flares in the sky one after another, and listened to Ping He and his group's gradually weakening sniper shots, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong.

It's a pity that all the shells just now were fired in the previous few battles. Otherwise, with his artillery platoon, how could he provide some artillery cover for Pinghe, so that he would not be so aggrieved by the US military.

But even if there were no shells, he couldn't just watch his brother die like this. When he got angry, he grabbed a rifle and rushed over to support him.

"boom--"

There was another gunshot, and Ping He slowly raised the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting wisps of white smoke, but his face was full of determination.

With this shot, Ping He took the risk of being discovered by the enemy, shot into his soul in a state as bright as day, and directly knocked down the officer in the US military team to the ground.

But at the same time his position was exposed, but since Ping He dared to fire this shot, he was obviously ready to die.

Sure enough, countless bullets poured towards his position immediately.

However, they were all hit deeply on the trees that made him a shelter, and the dense rows of bullet holes showed the anger of the US military.

And the scattered grenades seemed to turn his surroundings into a purgatory on earth.

Looking at such a scene, Ping He didn't know whether he should be glad that he didn't die yet, or regret that he didn't die happily.

"Company commander... I'm actually not afraid of death, but I'm just not reconciled."

"I couldn't watch the U.S. military being driven into the sea with my comrades. On the day of victory, I couldn't drink and celebrate with you..."

"But for the country, for the party and the people, I, Pinghe, are willing to die."

Pinghe murmured softly, looked in the direction of the motherland, saluted the military tremblingly, and a crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of his eyes, silently waiting for death to come...

(End of this chapter)