The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 50 A Fierce Battle

"Even if we can't hold on any longer, as long as we call for reinforcements, we must delay this group of volunteers until the last moment, and let them be buried with us!"

The Milan officer held the telegraph in his hand and gave the assault platoon soldiers who were charging a hard look. He happened to meet Wu Qianli's eyes, and his resentful eyes seemed to eat Wu Qianli.Military officer Milan looked at Wu Qianli as if he saw the murder of his father and enemy, even his eyebrows were a little twisted, but he knew that now was not the time to be angry, and he had to call for reinforcements as soon as possible.

As soon as their reinforcements from the US army arrive, if they can hold on at that time, if they don't die, they will cooperate with each other to attack and encircle.

Obviously, Wu Qianli also understood this truth. When he saw the telegraph machine in the hands of Officer Milan, he secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong.

So Wu Qianli hastily ordered the Seventh Interlude Company to attack as soon as possible, and must completely defeat this group of American troops within 1 minute.

Yu Congrong also saw Wu Qianli's fighting gesture, so he didn't continue to suppress the fire, but the soldiers with the fire platoon rushed over from both sides with their guns in hand.

In an instant, the U.S. military was facing a three-sided attack, and the pressure reached its peak.

"Hold on, everyone, our reinforcements will arrive soon. The telegrams from the players have been sent out and received a response from their superiors. They, the volunteers, will not live long."

The Milan officer saw that the American soldiers around him seemed to be about to collapse and surrender, and he quickly yelled to restore morale.

However, this trick seems to be really useful. Relying on the guise of reinforcements, he barely stabilized the US military formation that was about to be defeated.

"Use the God-level Battlefield Lady Luck Experience Card."

Wu Qianli saw that the battle situation was in a state of anxiety, so he couldn't help chanting this sentence secretly in his heart, and used the bonus of the system.

"Comrades, they must be surrounded and raped as soon as possible, otherwise we will be in trouble when the reinforcements from the US army arrive. Follow me and kill them."

Although Wu Qianli used the system's experience card, he didn't dare to take it lightly, but continued to intensify the offensive against the US military, hoping to quickly disintegrate them completely and transfer them immediately.

After all, luck is too mysterious. It is good to count on this thing to create some opportunities, but if you count on him to win the battle, Wu Qianli really does not dare to do so.

"Oh God, please, let me fix this shit."

Officer Milan looked at the telegraph in his hand, and felt anxious for a while. He had already asked for reinforcements. This was just a lie to boost morale.

Now the telegraph actually failed at the critical moment, and he was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat in the freezing cold.

"Da da da da da da..."

Accompanied by a burst of rapid machine gun sounds, the Browning machine guns of the soldiers around him passed by and fired in the direction of the Milan officer.

Many bullets went out of the sky, but a small number of bullets still hit the Milan officer's conjoined body, causing a burst of sparks.

"shit!"

Officer Milan had to lower his body to avoid the grenade attack, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, maybe he accidentally turned it into a lunch box, but this also made it more difficult for him to fiddle with the telegraph.

Wu Qianli obviously also guessed that the Milan officer did not call for reinforcements, and he vaguely understood the function of the telegraph in his hand.

Therefore, the machine gun in Wu Qianli's hand fired fire, not expecting to kill him, but only hoping to create some pressure on the opponent so that the US reinforcements would get the news later.

"His grandma, why do these American devils suddenly feel like they have been injected with chicken blood, and they are about to collapse."

Yu Congrong looked at the U.S. military whose morale had suddenly come back to life, cursing, and couldn't help feeling angry.

Just when the Milan officer lied to the U.S. army that reinforcements were coming, the morale of the U.S. army was greatly shaken, and the sudden counterattack almost killed Yu Congrong on the way to the charge.

Yu Congrong touched a large piece of scalp that was wiped off by a bullet in a little anger, and there was a big swelling on the scalp, and he didn't know whether to be lucky or sad.

"boom--"

There was another clear gunshot, and the US machine gunner who had just summoned up his morale to fight back fell down in an instant.

It turned out that it was Pinghe who was at the sniper point, and he showed his might again, firmly suppressing the heavy firepower of the US military.

It is different from Yu Congrong's impatience in wanting to rush over quickly and take off the results of the battle.

As a sniper, Ping He still maintains the calmness and calmness of the mountain collapse in front of him without changing his face, as if he wants to use one shot after another to sniper the victory of the seventh interspersed company.

"Comrades, follow me and rush to the past!"

Mei Sheng felt the hail of bullets whizzing past his head, as if he was also feeling the God of death brushing past his countless times.

Under such a highly tense battlefield atmosphere, he couldn't think of many inspiring words for the time being.

Therefore, Mei Sheng could only block his own body in the front, taking over the important task of leading the charge for five thousand miles, quite a bit of the momentum of the Soviet political commissar leading the charge.

It is said that in World War II, because the Soviet political commissar liked to take the lead in the charge at the beginning, the death rate was too high, so the army confiscated the pistol of the Soviet political commissar.

However, even if the Soviet political commissar without a pistol held the bench, he would take the lead in the charge, which often boosted the morale of the army.

When the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company saw the instructor rushing to the front, they couldn't help feeling guilty and stood up one after another, holding submachine guns and pressing towards the U.S. military.

"Go to hell!"

At this time, Wu Wanli also had the right opportunity to bite off a guard's pull ring.

All of a sudden, he threw the white gas grenade into the air, and when the grenade was about to hit the ground, it exploded just right.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of a huge grenade, the head of an American heavy machine gunner was directly blasted in the flames, and the heavy machine gun in his hand was severely damaged as a result, making it unable to continue to use normally.

"This kid, you really have a knack for playing with grenades."

Ping He, the heavy machine gunner who was aiming just now, saw that his target had been killed, he couldn't help smiling, glanced at Wu Wanli, praised him twice, and then turned his gun elsewhere.

"His grandma, if it weren't for the cannonballs that feel sorry for Lao Tzu, you can still be rampant until now?"

At this time, Lei Gong pressed a submachine gun and fired at the American positions. Under the action of countless hot bullets, the flying swords and stones hit the American soldiers in pain.

However, when Lei Gong's submachine gun just misfired, they poked their heads out and pointed in Lei Gong's direction, wanting to shoot immediately.

"Da da da da da da..."

Immediately when they poked their heads, they were blown up like watermelons, producing bright red blood. Lei Gong laughed from ear to ear, scolding the U.S. military for being too stupid.

It turned out that when the U.S. military wanted to quickly counterattack at the direction where Lei Gong had just shot, Lei Gong deliberately left half of the bullets, pretending to be misfired, and tricking them into sticking their heads out.

In fact, in order to complete this step of killing, many American soldiers only realized it when they died. This is a conspiracy. I have to say that Jiang is still old and hot.

"Oh, my God, this telegraph machine is more annoying than those squatting grandmothers' foot wraps in the street."

The Milan officer fiddled with it for a long time, but found that the telegraph was still malfunctioning.

Of course he didn't understand that Wu Qianli's use of the Battlefield Goddess of Luck experience card turned into his bad luck, he could only complain about God and the sky, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

However, when he was fiddling with the telegraph eagerly, he didn't realize that half of his head was sticking out, nakedly exposed to the range of five thousand miles.

"good chance!"

When Wu Qianli saw the exposed half of his head, he immediately remembered that this was the location of the person holding the telegraph.

So Wu Qianli immediately raised the machine gun and aimed for two seconds before pulling the trigger.

"Da da da da da da..."

A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun in Wu Qianli's hand, and countless flying bullets rushed towards Officer Milan's head.

However, due to the recoil of the machine gun, the muzzle of Wuqianli tilted slightly upwards, and countless flying bullets passed over the head of Officer Milan.

"shit!"

Officer Milan suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, and a dangerous breath like death surged in his forehead.

"not good!"

Wu Qianli understood that his inaccurate shooting just now had already alarmed the snake, he quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun and fired several bullets in bursts within a few tenths of a second.

"puff--"

Immediately, there was the sound of brain breaking, and the light came from the officer Milan who had just repaired the telegraph, and the joy on his face had just emerged when he was pierced by a bullet in the head.

He struggled desperately, but found that his strength seemed to be emptied little by little, and even the scene in front of him gradually blurred, and his senses and touch gradually disappeared.

"I always thought that this lucky experience card was fooling me. It seems that it does have some effect."

Wu Qianli looked at the extremely unstable machine gun in his hand, then looked at the distance between himself and the officer, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

At this time, the U.S. soldiers haven't noticed anything wrong, and they are still resisting them tenaciously. The reinforcements they have been thinking about in their hearts don't seem to appear again.

However, when an American soldier was desperately pouring bullets outward with his Garand rifle, he turned his head and saw the Milan officer who had already fallen in a pool of blood.

For a moment, the figure of the reinforcements that had just appeared in his mind faded instantly, with a slightly shocked expression on his face, and even the muzzle of the gun in his hand was hanging down.

Soon, more and more U.S. troops also discovered that their supreme commander had been shot dead, and the weapons they held tightly in their hands had become somewhat misfired.

The shadow of low morale seemed to hang over them constantly, which greatly weakened their combat power.

"boom--"

Seeing that something was wrong with the U.S. military at this time, Ping He has quick eyes and quick hands, and fired another shot, knocking out one of the U.S. heavy-hitting guns.

And this time he did not move immediately, but shot two consecutive shots, killing two U.S. non-commissioned officers who wanted to reorganize the U.S. soldiers to fight back.

"Comrades, if the U.S. military fails, press up and wipe them out."

Seeing this situation, Yu Congrong called for a good opportunity in his heart, and hurriedly led the fire platoon to charge and sweep several bullets at the position, crushing the demoralized U.S. troops to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up.

"Comrades, try to hit the vital points, don't accept surrender, don't take prisoners, remember we don't want prisoners."

After Wu Qianli killed the enemy officer just now, he also joined the charge and threw out a few bullets from time to time.

At closer and closer distances, Wu Qianli's machine gun was almost as accurate as a rifle, and even the deviation of the bullets caused by the vibration was covered by the huge firepower.

This made up for Pinghe's shortcomings as a sharpshooter in some dead spots of sniping, and caused many American soldiers who had the courage to take the lead to die on the spot.

"American devils, let me die!"

Wu Wanli still bit the tab of the water grenade fiercely, and desperately poured the grenade on the US positions.

At this moment, he couldn't care about whether there was an empty burst or not. When throwing the grenade, he was slightly sore because of too much fatigue.

Finally, after he invested more than a dozen grenades in a row, he touched his arms again, but found nothing. It turned out that the stone belt he was carrying had been used up.

He couldn't help moving his hands and feet, picked up his submachine gun, and joined the ranks of the assault.

"shit!"

Under such a fierce attack from the [-]th Interlude Company, many American soldiers saw that their commander had been ordered to be on the spot, and their belief in fighting to survive was slightly shaken in their hearts.

"Didn't General MacArthur say that the volunteers were all dressed in tatters and carrying a few rotten guns? How do you feel that the firepower and combat quality are no worse than ours?"

A U.S. military recruit was attached to a larger bunker and asked the veteran next to him.

"Haha, General MacArthur also told you to go home for the New Year after Christmas. Is it possible for us to go back now?"

The veteran had never been through this battle either. He had fought the worst war, the Pacific War.

But this group of volunteers is obviously different from the Japanese army who can only charge like a pig. They seem to be more cunning, know how to use strategies better, and their courage is not inferior to the Japanese army.

For a while, no one on the US military positions spoke, but kept a relatively wordless silence.

But obviously, everyone seems to understand in the eye contact that many people have already moved the idea of ​​​​surrendering and becoming a prisoner.

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

Suddenly, gunshots erupted from the US military positions. For a while, the charging men of the [-]th Interlude Company staggered and fell down in the snow.

But after a while, Wu Qianli was the first to notice something was wrong.

Although these gunfires are very violent, they don't seem to aim at killing them, but not.The previous life poured out.

I really don't understand what the US military is thinking, but this did bring some obstacles to their charge.

However, the U.S. military on the ground always thinks about firing the last bullet in their guns, and surrendering at that time is also in line with the rules of the U.S. military. At that time, they will be considered brave fighters, not cowardly deserters.

But if they knew a few words of Chinese, they definitely wouldn't do such a stupid thing. After all, they didn't understand that the Seventh Interlude Company at this moment would not accept prisoners at all, but would kill them directly.

So this raging firepower didn't last long, and it gradually fell silent. Even some American troops who wanted to continue to resist saw the eyes of their companions, and their fighting spirit was severely shaken in their hearts.

If half of your comrades on the battlefield are already thinking about surrendering, will you still fight to the death for that illusory hope?

"Brother, what's going on with this group of American troops? They just rose for a while, but now they are wilting. It must be a fraud."

Wu Wanli patted his academic qualifications, and asked Wu Qianli in doubt.

"Even if there is fraud, we have to rush over, and now we don't have much time left."

Wu Qianli didn't understand the strange thoughts in the hearts of the US military, but continued to charge forward with a gun and a slightly tired body.

After a small amount of resistance, the 5000-mile man with the assault card rushed to the US military's position first.

Unlike what he imagined to experience another brutal hand-to-hand combat, the group of American soldiers seemed to be staring at him blankly, and some even wanted to raise their hands.

On the other side, the person with the firepower card Yu calmly also sensed the position of the US military. He pulled out his military thorns on the spot, preparing to fight to the death with the US military.

However, the ferocity on his face soon turned into the same doubt as Wu Qianli's. He panicked when he saw the American soldiers all over the ground about to throw away their weapons.

If the U.S. military really surrenders, it will be difficult for them to deal with it, and they absolutely cannot accept so many prisoners.

"They're moving! Don't let them get their guns back, shoot them, shoot them all!"

Wu Qianli shouted pretending to be very anxious, and pulled the trigger of the machine gun in his hand.

"NO! NO!"

Many U.S. troops were shocked when they saw this, and quickly raised their hands, shaking their heads desperately like a wave drum, as if they wanted to explain something, but they never had this chance again in the next second.

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

Countless splattered bullets pierced through their flesh and blood, and when many U.S. troops reacted and wanted to grab their guns and fight again, it was already too late.

Accompanied by the dream of countless dead bodies falling to the ground, the U.S. soldiers just stared at the low breath and interspersed with wide-eyed eyes, and even the people seemed to have lost their lives in silent doubt and panic.

"I'm sorry, the American devils, if we meet in another place, maybe we can use your lives as bargaining chips on our negotiating table."

Wu Qianli looked at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, and sighed slowly.

And the other members of the [-]th Interlude Company had already seen the strangeness, and instead they all walked up very consciously, stabbing the American soldiers who were not dead yet.

"His grandma is a jerk. These American devils almost killed me."

Yu Congrong first slashed fiercely at an American soldier who was pretending to be dead on the ground, touched a large piece of his scalp that was rubbed off by the bullet, and then cursed.

"The grenades on these US troops are really fat."

Although Wu Wanli's hands were already a little sore at the moment, he still took pleasure in searching for one after another on the American soldiers, and pinned the grenade on his body.

As for the other soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company, after a great battle, their ammunition reserves were not enough, so they were very careful to collect and scrape on the battlefield.

"Don't worry about these people, just search for some weapons and ammunition, we have to leave quickly."

Suddenly, Wu Qianli was shocked and reminded the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company.

The small dynamic combat map in his mind showed that countless red dots were rapidly approaching them. If at this time, the exhausted Seventh Interlude Company was entangled again, it would be troublesome.

(End of this chapter)