The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 13 Extreme Rescue (for further reading)

The U.S. Army held up their guns and approached Pinghe step by step to encircle them.

Just when Ping He gritted his teeth and made up his mind to die, he found that the U.S. military didn't directly shoot or fire rockets to tear him apart.

They all raised their guns and slowly surrounded him, narrowing the range where he might escape.

"A terrible demon? Huh, I won't let you die so quickly, just wrap him up like this and capture him alive."

Under the order of the US military officer, none of the surrounding US soldiers pulled the trigger, but approached Pinghe step by step.

"What's the meaning of this gang of U.S. troops, if you want to kill them, you'll have a good time!"

Ping He glared angrily at the U.S. military approaching him, then was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what the U.S. military was trying to do.

"Hahahahaha...just because you want to capture grandpa, in your next life."

Speaking of which, Ping He didn't want to talk any more nonsense, he just took out the grenade in his hand and was about to pull the ring, and die together with the US military.

"boom--"

A crisp pistol shot sounded, and Ping He held his left arm and sucked in the pain.

On the other side, the U.S. military officer proudly looked at the wound on Ping He's arm that was slowly oozing blood, and laughed loudly.

The nearby U.S. troops also laughed at Ping He, and one of the recruits even picked up a submachine gun and fired a barrage of bullets at Ping He's feet.

The huge impact stirred up the flying snow, and quickly splashed on Ping He's body and face

The American soldiers all looked at Ping He with great interest, as if they were waiting for him to pee his pants.

"This is the demon that you were afraid of just now, but it's just a poor bug."

The US military officer taught the soldiers around him a lesson, obviously he wanted to use Pinghe as a tool to improve the morale of the US military and alleviate the inner shadow of the US military.

"The beauty of dog days...ah!"

Ping He couldn't bear the humiliation, just halfway through the scolding, another bullet shot into his thigh, splashing blood mist and splashing out on the snow.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The US military officer laughed wantonly, as if he didn't care about Pinghe's resistance.

"boom--"

Immediately after that, a gunshot rang out, and the laughter of the American officer stopped abruptly.

It turned out that it was Ping He who quickly grabbed the gun with his right hand and hit the American officer on the thigh, revealing his white teeth.

"Damn it, you want to capture me, go ahead and dream."

"If it wasn't for the injury to my left hand, I would definitely send you to heaven, oh...it's worth it, it's worth it, hahaha..."

Ping He was injured physically, but there was still a hearty smile on his face blackened by gunpowder smoke.

He did not break his promise, for the sake of the organization and the country, he fought to the last moment, fired the last bullet in the chamber, and died without regret.

"asshole!"

The moment the U.S. military officer was hit, he almost staggered and fell on the snow. He covered the wound just now with his hands, his face twitching in pain.

Immediately, he was also impatient, and continued to play with Ping He, directly pulled out the pistol, pointed it at Ping He's head, and was about to pull the trigger.

"Hush-hush-"

"boom!"

At this critical moment, Wu Qianli brought people over to support him. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately picked up the bazooka, and two extremely fast rockets were launched.

I saw the rocket with a little afterimage, and flew to the center of the American crowd.

In an instant, a huge bombing enveloped them, and above the rising clouds of fire were countless severed limbs and long legs of American troops.

The U.S. military officer who was holding his wound and holding his gun just now was thrown away by more than one meter by the bombing.

When he fell heavily on the snow, he was already dizzy, and his leg was severely blown off, and he wailed loudly.

When the rest of the U.S. military just reacted and turned their guns to shoot, small black dots fell from the sky.

When they reached their midair, it exploded suddenly, bursting into red flame flowers, flying countless shrapnel, directly cutting off half of the heads of several American soldiers, killing them on the spot.

"It's his grandma's, this Kongbo is playing really well, but can't you save some for me?"

Yu Congrong rushed forward with a firepower platoon, but when he got close, most of the US troops had already been killed or injured.

He looked at the corpses and wounded all over the ground, and suddenly felt that he was really lonely.

"Help me help me!"

The U.S. military officer who survived the explosion found that the situation was not good, so he immediately raised his hands and yelled for help.

His current condition is not very good, a pair of good legs have been blasted to pieces, exposing inches of white bones.

There is no need for volunteers to replenish the gun, as long as it is thrown in this forest, he may die in a short time.

And he obviously did not have the dedication to fight for freedom and human rights to death. In the eyes of many US troops, it is already extremely heroic to reach this step.

"Brother, is this American devil raising his hand to surrender? He is saying some bird language that I can't understand!"

Wu Wanli looked at the actions of the US military officer, scratched the back of his head with some doubts, and asked Wu Qianli.

"He's...he's saying that we are all sons of bitches, and we'll beat him to death if we can."

Wu Qianli originally wanted to explain, but seeing Ping He clutching the wound on his left hand and sticking to the back of the tree in pain, it was obvious that this group of American soldiers made him suffer a lot.

So he temporarily changed the subject and explained in a different way.

"His grandma thought that the American army wanted to surrender, but she didn't know how to deal with him, but she was still a tough guy!
"That's right, he's a good man, then we'll help you and send you on your way!"

Yu Congrong raised the muzzle of his gun, and nodded to the American officer with a bit of heroism, and even gave a thumbs up in his heart.

"NO——NO!"

"Da da da da da..."

Yu Congrong started the flight, and sharp bullets hit the body of the American officer, making the sound of tearing flesh and blood.

"Ping He, how is your injury? Can you still walk?"

Wu Qianli didn't bother to look at those American devils at all, but came to Pinghe's side, helped him up slightly, and asked softly.

"Company commander...I'm fine..."

Ping He struggled to stand up, but fell heavily on the snow again. The wound on his hand and thigh kept oozing bright red blood, dyeing a small piece of nearby snow red.

"Don't worry, I, Wu Qianli, guarantee that as long as I am still alive, I will definitely make these American soldiers pay their blood and pay their due price!"

Looking at Pinghe's injury, Wu Qianli was worried for a while, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and hit the snow hard, the rebounding pain and cold air couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"Damn American devils, I..."

Lei Gong took his brothers in the artillery platoon and ran quickly through the dark forest with their rifles on their shoulders.

On the way, he was almost tripped several times, and he didn't dare to slow down.

Especially when he heard the sound of gunfire coming to an abrupt end, Lei Gong thought that Pinghe's reconnaissance platoon was about to be wiped out, and hurried over in a hurry, only to find embarrassingly that the battle was over.

"I should have come earlier to make you suffer!"

Looking at Pinghe's injury, Lei Gong lowered his head in self-blame, regretting endlessly.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Give me a gun and a few bullets. I can walk to the command post by myself. Hurry up and escort the radio station away."

Ping He sighed secretly, obviously he didn't want to be a drag on the Seventh Interlude Company.

"The Seventh Interlude Company will never abandon any soldier. If you have a leg injury, what are you afraid of? Follow the troops to the command post. They will definitely heal you and return to the battle. Don't say such despondent words."

As Wu Qianli spoke, he forcibly tore off the strips of cloth on his clothes.

He then used strips of cloth to make a simple substitute gauze, and tied it to Ping He's bleeding arm and thigh. Now this method can only be used to temporarily stop the bleeding.

The other fighters of the Seventh Interlude Company were also moved when they saw their company commander insisting so much.

That's right, when facing the U.S. military, it's okay if you die directly, but if you get injured and end up like Ping He, what should you do?
In the seventh interlude company, there is no need to worry about such a situation at all. As long as you still have a breath, the comrades in the company will never think of giving up on you.

"Captain..."

Ping He always had tears in his eyes, seeing the gusts of cold wind pouring down Wu Qianli's body along with the torn thin clothes, he couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart.

"Rest in place for a while, and transfer the radio station and translator over to check if there is any fault. Each platoon will report the damage, and we will go to the main road later."

Looking at the injury on Pinghe's leg in my heart, I sighed silently, and at the same time made up my mind.

"Go to the road? Brother, what if we encounter US military personnel carriers and tanks? Aren't we going to escort the radio station?"

Wu Wanli thought it was normal at the front, but when he heard that he was going to the highway, he scratched his head without doubt and looked at Wu Qianli.

"Guawazi is really stupid, your brother just pointed at the US military personnel carrier!"

Lei Gong tapped Wu Wanli's head with one finger, and nodded in admiration when he saw Wu Qianli, who was decisive in killing and emphasizing love and righteousness.

(End of this chapter)