The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 15

"boom--"

A crisp gunshot like fried beans resounded through the sky, and the American officer's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes were full of shock and fear.

The bullet just passed by his head and hit the head of an American who wanted to take the opportunity to pick up the submachine gun beside him.

There was a clearly visible blood hole on the forehead of the American soldier.

And because of the short distance, the penetrating power pierced his entire head, and hit the shoulder of the American soldier behind him without slowing down.

In an instant, the blood of the two splashed, staining a small piece of nearby snow red.

"I originally wanted to give you a chance, but it seems that you are not easy to control."

Wu Qianli sneered and looked at the group of American troops in front of him. If he would surrender obediently, he would have hesitated, but now that there is resistance, he doesn't have to be merciful anymore.

At this time, the American officer plopped and fell to his knees on the icy snow, begging for mercy in a slightly vague English.

Seeing that their officers were doing the same, other American soldiers also knelt down and begged for mercy.

Although, this is a shameful thing for their Megatron US military.

But in the face of life and dignity, I believe that most of the US military will choose to save their own lives first, which can be seen from the Korean War in history.

"Take off all the cotton jackets on those American soldiers and put them on for us. It's a cold day, my brothers must have froze to death."

Wu Qianli licked his frozen and purple lips, and ordered loudly.

The soldiers of the [-]th interspersed company tore off the padded jackets of the American corpses that fell on the ground one after another, and put them on themselves.

"In addition to this US military officer, it also includes theirs."

Wu Qianli looked at the U.S. troops kneeling on the ground, showing no sympathy.

"Oh, you demons, you can't do this, you are violating human rights and justice, I will sue you to the international court!"

Several U.S. soldiers who had their padded clothes taken away screamed at the protesters, but no one dared to pick up their guns to resist after the shot just five thousand miles away.

"Brother, will this..."

Wu Wanli looked at the American soldier who knelt down in front of him and begged for mercy, and his heart suddenly softened.

If the American soldier resisted, he didn't have any hesitation, but now this pitiful howling and kowtowing really moved his heart.

"Fuck your cruelty, Guawazi, remember, kindness to the enemy on the battlefield is cruelty to our own people."

"Look at Pinghe, look at the muzzle on his body, and those dead soldiers. Does the US military pity him?"

Lei Gong kicked the begging American soldier to the ground, took off his cotton uniform, and handed it to Wu Wanli.

Wu Wanli thought for a while, and agreed with Lei Gong's words, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

"It's okay kid, you haven't been on the battlefield for long now."

"When you see your comrades-in-arms leave you one by one, and get used to those bloody scenes, you will become hard-hearted."

Yu Congrong patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and said, he couldn't help but sigh.

The American soldiers who were soon stripped of their cotton clothes gathered together, clutching their shoulders and shivering, a thin layer of frost had accumulated around their bodies.

If things go on like this, if they don't care about them, they won't survive for long in this icy world.

"Company commander, since you've already done this, why keep this American officer around?"

Yu Congrong scratched his head and asked with some doubts.

"Hahaha, do you think the company commander asked us to wear American cotton uniforms just to keep warm? Get in the car, this foreign devil will be useful later."

Mei Sheng helped Wu Qianli explain with a smile while helping the injured Pinghe put on the American cotton clothes.

The soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company who quickly finished cleaning the battlefield squeezed into the US military personnel carrier.

The American officer was sitting in the driver's cab, and Wu Qianli was sitting on the other side, holding the American officer's own pistol against his body.

"Drive! Don't play tricks, or you'll go to your God."

The U.S. military officer opened his mouth a little angrily, but the current situation made him swallow the words that came to his lips, so he kicked the accelerator resentfully and started the car.

Seeing the vehicle going away, the American soldiers who were enduring the biting cold wind chased the troop carrier in panic.

However, after only chasing for a while, he fell powerlessly to the ground, with deep despair in his eyes.

Obviously, they lost their cotton clothes and weapons and ammunition in such a world of ice and snow.

Even if they hadn't been beaten to death by the volunteers, they would have been frozen to death here, turning into ice sculptures buried in heavy snow.

On Wu Qianli's resolute face, there was no trace of intolerance.

In the peninsula war in history, this group of U.S. troops also used germ warfare and various inhuman weapons against the volunteers. At that time, it was not seen that they abided by international conventions.

On the long road, the car was driving at an accelerated speed. At this time, Wu Qianli only hoped that there would be no accidents along the way, and that the seventh interlude company could reach the Big Yushu command post safely.

It seems that God has heard the prayers of five thousand miles, and the car drove unimpeded for most of the day like this, and was very lucky not to encounter any US troops.

If this is the case, I am afraid that it will not be long before they can reach the command post smoothly.

Just when Wu Qianli let out a long sigh of relief, an accident happened without warning.

Rows of small black spots in front of the car came into view, and as they approached, it turned out that a group of American soldiers were resting there.

Naturally, they also discovered the military vehicle where the [-]th Interlude Company was located, picked up their weapons one after another, and entered a state of combat alert.

"Don't brake, keep driving slowly."

The U.S. military officer slowed down knowingly, and was about to stop, but under the pressure of Wu Qianli, he still reluctantly approached the U.S. military ahead.

"Everyone, load your guns and keep fighting. If something happens, jump out of the car and fight the American devils."

Wu Qianli swallowed a little nervously. At this point, he no longer wants to fight anymore.

Today's Seventh Interspersed Company has a lot of wounded soldiers, and if this delay continues, they may not be able to reach the command post on time.

"Stop, which army do you belong to?"

The US sergeant on guard in front stopped the military vehicle where the [-]th Interlude Company was located, and asked with a little vigilance.

At this moment, behind the non-commissioned officer, more than a dozen submachine guns were pointing at Wu Qianli and the American officer in the cab.

As long as there is an order, even if Wu Qianli has great abilities or system bonuses, he will still be beaten into a puddle of flesh and blood.

"The number of our unit is... ordered to carry out the mission."

That year, the US military officer felt the muzzle of the gun against his body, and answered the US military officer's question very cooperatively.

But at this time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

If he was beaten to death by someone from the Seventh Interlude Company, at least he would be considered a martyr, but if he died under such circumstances, it would be a real loss.

"Executing the mission? You..."

The US sergeant looked suspiciously at the bullet holes on the military vehicle and the broken window glass.

Looking at it again, Wu Qianli, who put his helmet on his head and lowered his head and pretended to be sleeping, couldn't help taking a few steps back, obviously aware that something was wrong.

"Brothers in the fire platoon, we will be the first to jump out of the chariot and fight with these American devils when the situation arises."

Yu Congrong gave orders to the surrounding soldiers in a low voice, and the soldiers on the military vehicle, including the wounded, silently picked up their guns.

Wu Wanli squeezed the gun hand even more nervously, trembling slightly, his palms were covered with sweat.

He wouldn't be afraid if he started the fight directly, but if he was discovered by the U.S. military, and then they were blown up to death in this airtight military vehicle, he would be very aggrieved.

The injured Pinghe cheered up at this time, picked up the gun in his hand, and patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder to calm his emotions.

Even the battle-hardened Lei Gong had a serious look on his face.

He is not afraid of death, but if he fights like this, I am afraid that the number of the Seventh Interlude Company, this heroic old troop, will be directly annihilated.

Just at the moment when the smell of gunpowder was strong, a blushing and slightly drunk American officer Bauer staggered slightly to the front of the military vehicle.

Just as he was about to ask about the situation, his eyes lit up when he saw the American officer beside Wu Qianli.

"Hello sir!"

The U.S. soldiers in front saluted Bauer with a standard military salute. In this highly hierarchical U.S. military, no one dared to disrespect their superior officers.

"Oh, who am I talking about? Isn't this John, come down quickly and have some wine with me before leaving."

"When you are marching, you must be careful of those volunteers who are like ghosts. Those yellow-skinned monkeys are not easy to deal with."

Officer Bauer hiccupped. He was alert and sober at first, but after seeing his old acquaintance, he immediately let go of his guard.

So he approached drunkenly, wanting to open the car door and pull the American officer John out of the car.

Suddenly, a gust of bitter cold wind blew, bringing a surge of coolness to everyone present, and everyone shivered.

And the drunken American officer Bauer was also dispelled a lot of drunkenness.

Suddenly, he seemed to wake up, and suddenly raised his head, looked at the American officer John, and fell silent for a few seconds.

"No, John, your troops shouldn't go in the opposite direction to carry out their missions, and how did you, a dignified officer, become the driver of this car!"

Under Bauer's questioning, that John opened his mouth, but found that his mind was blank. He didn't know how to explain it, and cold sweat broke out from his tense back.

The American soldiers behind also raised their submachine guns in unison, pointed at the military vehicle, and were ready to shoot at any time.

Looking at this posture, the American soldiers behind also sensed that something was wrong, and they all slowly surrounded the military vehicle in a fighting posture.

(End of this chapter)