The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 52 Battle Plan (Happy New Year!)

When Wuqianli and Pinghe returned to the temporary camp of the Seventh Interlude Company, they told what they had seen and heard in detail, and the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company all had angry expressions when they heard it.

"His grandma, I have already said, why do we give those American prisoners good food and drink? Why don't we all learn from us and kill them all."

Yu Congrong was the first to speak angrily, and even what he said seemed a bit out of line.

"Hey, these US troops are really bastards."

Mei Sheng listened to Yu Congrong's words at first, and wanted to remind the military regulations and discipline, but he opened his mouth and still didn't say anything, instead he cursed in agreement.

"I watched those American devils kick our friendly soldiers into the snow with my own eyes."

"They also used the snow on the ground to stuff the mouths of our soldiers for fun. When I saw it, I wanted to shoot that guy to death."

Even Ping He, who usually doesn't like to talk and is taciturn, was obviously angered this time, clenched his fists on the spot, and said indignantly.

"It's okay to keep angry and keep our fighting power, but we can't be wrong."

Wu Qianli couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat when he heard what everyone said about the future treatment of the American prisoners.

But at the same time, he also blushed. What right did he have to criticize the soldiers under him? Isn't it just that he made a bad head himself.

However, the Volunteer Army's preferential treatment policy for U.S. prisoners obviously has its own considerations, which can gain face for its future international reputation.

In addition, these American captives can be used as bargaining chips on the negotiating table to strive for considerable benefits for the Republic.

"Brother, how do you call? Please give me an accurate word, we will all listen to you."

While Wu Wanli was angry, he scratched the back of his head at the same time, apparently he was used to mechanically executing orders under Wu Qianli's orders.

"As far as the company commander is concerned, we have just replenished the ammunition and have strong firepower. Why don't we fight like the ambush we just did and wipe them all out."

Ever since he switched to American equipment, Yu Congrong has obviously benefited from the powerful firepower, especially in the previous battles, he was so overwhelmed by the U.S. military that he couldn't hold his head up.

The words from frugality to extravagance are easy, and from extravagance to frugality are difficult are also vividly reflected in the seventh interlude. Everyone agrees with Yu Congrong's words a lot.

"Yu Congrong's proposal is not without feasibility."

Wu Qianli squeezed his chin, frowned and thought carefully, and said this sentence slowly, but obviously he was not very satisfied with this proposal.

Indeed, Wu Qianli looked at the soaring flames of the US military's first line of defense in the distance, and he understood that this fierce battle would make it impossible for the US military to send reinforcements.

Even amidst the intense artillery fire and gunfire, they couldn't even notice the encirclement and annihilation they carried out in the distance.

And their location is some distance away from the second line of defense, so a simple and rough assault seems to be a feasible strategy.

However, the shortcomings are also obvious. This will not only cause a lot of casualties to the [-]th Interlude Company, but also may accidentally injure friendly troops in the melee.

"Company commander, I have a proposal, I don't know if it is possible."

Ping He looked at Wu Qianli who had been frowning and thinking, and whispered cautiously.

"What proposal, tell me."

Wu Qianli raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that Ping He would offer advice to him at this time, but he became interested for a while, put on a smile, and sat upright to listen.

"I feel that there is still some gap between our previous operations and the special operations advocated by you, company commander."

"Although I have not used this concept in strategy, in terms of tactical execution, we still fight and rush like traditional warfare."

While talking, Ping He observed Wu Qianli's expression, he was afraid that Wu Qianli would get angry, but as an old comrade of the Seventh Interlude Company, he also had some confidence in his heart, so he dared to say these words.

"It's okay, you said it well, go on and I'll listen."

Wu Qianli didn't expect Pinghe to suddenly point out the issue of the Seventh Interlude Company. He couldn't help frowning, thinking, and reflecting on the previous battles.

"Company commander, I think the battle this time is not as good as this one. Let the sharpshooters of the reconnaissance platoon snipe the enemy first."

"While killing valuable targets, it also made them mistakenly think that we have a small number and are just guerrillas."

"When the time comes, annoy them and lure them to send people to surround and annihilate us. Then we will set up an ambush and eat them."

"After eating, we also used the pre-prepared encirclement circle to encircle the other group of people, so that no matter which direction they fled, it would be impossible for them to escape."

"In this way, we can achieve our goal of encircling and annihilating the enemy forces, keeping the captives of the friendly forces, and minimizing our own casualties."

Ping He spoke out his thoughts in one breath, feeling Wu Qianli's admiring gaze, he couldn't help but blushed, scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, and was about to say a few words of humility.

"Okay, Ping He, you summed it up very well, everyone has heard it, and we will do as Ping He said."

Wu Qianli thought about the feasibility of this strategy for a while, then nodded emphatically, and finally made the final decision and decided on the battle plan.

In fact, the strategy that Ping He mentioned is not very clever, even very simple, but the simpler the plan on the battlefield, the better the execution and the easier it is to succeed.

In addition, Wu Qianli also valued Pinghe's precious point very much, that is, he did not respect himself like a god like other people in the Seventh Interlude Company, and only wanted to obey his own orders.

Instead, it has its own thinking and ideas, and can continuously improve and improve in battle. This is the precious wealth needed as a special warfare force.

"Ping He, later you set up a sniper spot on the right side of the enemy army to disperse your sharpshooters, and carry out a targeted sniper attack on the enemy army."

"It's important to get their attention and their anger, but also to make them think there's a chance of annihilation."

Wu Qianli looked at Pinghe reassuringly, believing that he would be able to grasp this speed, not only to set fire to the U.S. military, but also not to hit too hard, so that they would have a heart of vigilance.

"Don't worry, company commander, I can understand. Just tie your pockets and wait for the angry American devils to sneak in."

While Ping He was talking, there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yu Congrong, you lead the comrades of the firepower platoon to cover the back and retreat of the US military. They must not be allowed to escape. The firepower must be set up to kill the US military to the greatest extent."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli turned his gaze to Yu Congrong, who was obviously tired.

In fact, his task is the heaviest, because they are trapped behind enemy lines, and every battle can only be fought purely as a battle of encirclement and annihilation. They must not let a US soldier go, otherwise their own whereabouts will be exposed.

"Lei Gong, you will take the turret and try to find the commanding heights to get a good view, and then bombard the group of American troops in your pockets for a round, blowing them so that they can't find the north."

Wu Qianli hesitated for a moment, but still gave Lei Gong an order. In fact, he originally wanted to save shells and save them for more critical times in the future.

But there is no way, this battle must be resolved as soon as possible. Taking advantage of the first line of defense, it is still under the large-scale attack of the volunteers, and it can be done under the cover of artillery fire and gunfire.

Otherwise, if they fight, the first line of defense will be finished before them. When the long night suddenly quiets down, only their gunshots will be the most prominent, then they will be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, company commander, I'm afraid you won't give us a chance to fire the cannon. As long as our cannon is fired, it will definitely give the American devils a good look."

When Lei Gong heard about this battle, the cannons of their artillery platoon could be useful, he couldn't help grinning, and patted his chest to assure him.

And after the reconnaissance platoon attracted part of the US troops, the task of completely annihilating the US troops was handed over to the assault platoon directly under Wu Qianli.

Before the official start of the war, Wu Qianli took out his notebook again, tore a piece of paper on it, roughly drew the distribution of the US military, and circulated it to everyone.

After all, it would take a lot of time to go back and re-observe in the dark.

And based on Wu Qianli's on-the-spot observations and the small dynamic battle map in his mind, the distribution of the US troops drawn is already extremely accurate.

But when Wu Qianli suddenly remembered that many of his comrades could not read, he simply pointed to the icons and explained the situation roughly.

Everyone also nodded slightly, praising Wu Qianli for his meticulous observation, he could even draw the hidden vitality of the US military.

After finishing speaking, the seventh interlude company officially set off. After arriving at the predetermined position, everyone entered their respective combat positions according to the previous battle plan, staring angrily at the American and Korean troops below.

When each platoon sent a signal in the form of birdsong, indicating that they were peaceful after arriving at their position, they slowly raised their guns and aimed at a US military officer who was talking freely.

Kress happens to be the officer of this reinforced company of the U.S. military. At this moment, he is holding a military jug, drinking with a reddish face, bragging about his combat deeds to the soldiers around him.

He has a kettle in his hand, of course it is not water, but red wine. He has long been used to drinking it like this, and he feels that it has a special flavor. Even the tone of the story becomes high, and the soldiers under him are very respectful. Kissing.

Suddenly, Kress felt a coolness in his forehead. Years of fighting also gave him an indescribable intuition. He immediately pushed away the people around him and hid behind a bunker.

"Sir, what's the matter? Are you feeling a little unwell, do you want to call the medical staff to come over and take a look?"

The adjutant Juwen thought that there was something that provoked the checkpoint, so he was upset and hurriedly followed him, comforting him.

"It's okay, I'm in good health, I hope I worry too much, damn."

Grace originally wanted to express his doubts, but he heard the first line of defense was still in full swing, and the sound of guns and guns was endless.

He suddenly felt that he must have thought too much. The first line of defense must not even be able to fly a mosquito, and how could there be volunteers in his place.

On the other side, looking at his target, Ping He, who just disappeared from sight like this, couldn't help cursing twice, feeling that this American officer's luck was really good, and he had no choice but to turn his gun elsewhere.

"boom--"

Suddenly a crisp gunshot broke the peaceful atmosphere of the US military.

A machine gunner, who was leaning on a heavy machine gun and chatting with his companions, fell into a pool of blood with his neck tilted like this, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Several companions near him were stunned, and hadn't realized what happened for a while, and the US troops in other places seemed to understand that something was wrong, and quickly picked up the guns around them.

"boom--"

"boom--"

There were a few more gunshots as crisp as roasted beans, and several American soldiers who hadn't reacted were hit one after another. Their eyebrows were directly pierced by a hot bullet, and then they fell powerlessly into the snow.

"Hidden, hide quickly, there are enemy troops."

Grace couldn't help being a little shocked when he saw that his conjecture had come true, and hurriedly shouted to tell the American soldiers to be careful of the enemy's sneak attack.

"Da da da da da da..."

The heavy machine guns of the U.S. military immediately rang out, and countless hot bullets were poured into the place where they had just fired sniper shots.

However, the volunteer soldiers there had already diverted countless bullets, and they could only hit the air.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the clear gunshots like ghosts, many heavy machine guns suddenly misfired, and the machine guns that were still furious just now seemed to be sluggish and mute at this moment.

At this moment, the U.S. military is in the open, while Pinghe and their investigations are in the dark. This is obviously an unequal battle. Pinghe and the others can accurately kill and injure the U.S. military, but the U.S. military can only pour towards possible enemies in the dark bullet.

"No, these cunning enemy troops are taking advantage of them. I don't think there are many of them. They just want to kill us in this way."

Officer Kress, who was hiding in the bunker, immediately made his own judgment in his mind. He had been listening for a while, and all that came from the darkness were the sound of precise sniper shooting, but there was no heavy firepower.

In addition, the number of people does not seem to be large. Rather than saying that they are ambush volunteers, they are more like guerrillas sent by North Korea.

"We can't continue to be beaten passively like this. Immediately send two platoons of troops to outflank their positions."

Grace immediately issued an order, wanting his capable generals to wipe out this group of enemy troops.

Otherwise, if the fighting continues like this, if they are severely beaten by a dozen or twenty guerrillas, then where will his face be saved?

However, after Grace yelled for a while, he suddenly realized that his platoon leader had either been killed by a sniper, or he had been shot and unable to lead the charge.

"shit!"

Grace couldn't help swearing a dirty word, and immediately decided to surround himself with people to wipe out all these hateful demons.

"Why don't these American devils move yet? Are they planning to shoot at us like this?"

Ping He on the other side was talking, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

If this continues, their goal of annihilating the U.S. military and quickly rescuing friendly prisoners will fail.

The gradual casualties of their scouting platoon were enough to make Ping He feel bad.

After all, even if they were hiding in the dark, even if they immediately changed positions after firing a shot, they had already achieved the greatest degree of caution.

However, under the cover of unreasonable firepower, there are always some unlucky people who will be hit by stray bullets, even in vital parts.

"boom--"

Just as Ping He had quick eyes and quick hands, another hot bullet was sent into the head of an American sergeant, and countless chains of ammunition shot towards him, as if to vent the anger of the American army.

Just when Pinghe was pinned to the spot and couldn't stand upright, the US military finally responded accordingly.

"Okay, Ping He is doing a good job, these American devils really can't stand their temper, and they are going to send troops to surround them. Hmph, then I will let you come and go."

Wu Qianli, who was lying in ambush not far from the reconnaissance platoon, wiped the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Their plan, the most important first step, had succeeded.

"Don't fire the cannons yet, wait for my order, those American devils haven't arrived yet, so don't startle them."

Lei Gong was still very calm and gestured at the shells with his thumbs. When he frowned and checked every mortar, he nodded slightly in satisfaction, and waited for the U.S. troops to plunge into it. The ambush took place.

"Oh God, why does my right eyelid keep twitching."

When Officer Grace first led the U.S. troops to the top, he clearly felt the gunfire of the Volunteers had subsided, but this did not bring him much joy, but instead aggravated his worries.

"Sir, there seems to be an old saying in China that the left eye jumps for disaster, and the right eye jumps for money. It seems that the commander will successfully annihilate this group of volunteers, and then embark on the road of promotion and fortune."

The adjutant next to Kress flattered him almost reflexively, but he remembered some ancient Chinese sayings in reverse, but he didn't care, as long as he could please his superiors.

"Oh, I hope it's as you said."

Grice glanced at the sycophant adjutant next to him, and had to say that although these remarks were obviously flattering, it eased his extremely worried heart a little.

But they have already led the troops to surround halfway, so they can't just go back like this, is it just for a guess of their own.

With the sword on the string, Grace had no choice but to strike. With similar thoughts, Grace strengthened his footsteps. At the same time, he did not forget to open his mouth, promising his soldiers rewards for their military exploits after winning.

"Everyone on position, ready to launch."

On the other side, Lei Gong, who watched the American army step by step into the predetermined position, smiled from ear to ear, and quickly whispered to the comrades in the artillery platoon.

　2023 is coming soon. I hope you will be as strong and powerful as the volunteer army, and earn more money than the bullets of the US military. I wish you all a happy new year! (Thank you, don't worry, I'm not young, I'm a rebellious boy among bookworms, I just voted for an answer)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)