The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 54
When Wu Qianli led the assault platoon and Kress's two American platoons were in a stalemate, Yu Congrong was in the ambush zone on the other side, thinking anxiously.

In fact, if according to his previous personality, he would have rushed up with a gun and fought desperately with the US military, how could he have waited so patiently.

Perhaps Wu Qianli gave him a lot of guidance and education during the moment of rest in the battle, and also made him understand the importance of the timing of the battle. He always felt that it was not the best time to attack.

"Platoon leader, aren't we still going to attack? Now get rid of this group of people so that we can support the company commander. Hearing the intensity of the gunfire, I'm afraid the company commander is having a hard time fighting."

Tieniu, who was beside Yu Congrong, reminded in a low voice that Tieniu was a recruit they had just recruited into the fire platoon. Because of his strength as a cow and his straightforward personality, he liked Yu Congrong very much, so he was appointed as the deputy platoon leader.

"Hahaha, boy, it's exactly the same as I was back then. You hear that the fight over there is so anxious now, what do you think will happen to the American troops who stay behind and take prisoners?"

Yu Congrong grinned, looking at Tie Niu's dazed look, he couldn't help laughing even more wantonly.

"The U.S. military...they should also think about saving them, so let's hurry up."

Tieniu scratched the back of his head, obviously not understanding what Yu Congrong wanted to do.

"You silly boy, we have to wait for them to rescue those American devils first, and then we can carry out combat missions, so it will be much simpler."

Yu Congrong joked with a smile, while observing the formation of the American prisoners left behind, there really was a change after a while.

These U.S. troops obviously also heard the violent gunfire in the distance, and some of their original platoon leaders were dead or injured.

And Kress brought out the two most elite cards. Now that the battle situation is anxious, they couldn't make up their minds for a while, and there was some confusion.

"Oh, my God, it looks like our chief is in trouble? How much force do we have to help? I'm afraid we must hurry up."

Mike, a U.S. platoon leader who was shot in the arm, was obviously a little unsure, and asked the colleague next to him.

"Of course we need to be rescued, but what about these captives? Should we just leave them here?"

Another U.S. platoon leader, Jerry, scratched his head with some headaches, and was a little undecided for a while.

His condition was even worse. He was hit by a shrapnel in the abdomen. Now the shrapnel is still in his body and he dare not take it out. He will feel a sharp pain when he runs for a while.

"Hey, it would be nice if these captives lived in peace. Why do they keep thinking about doing those inappropriate things? Wouldn't it be better to save their lives?"

Mike, the US platoon leader, stared at the group of volunteer prisoners, obviously worried, and didn't know how many people would be left to watch them.

In fact, it’s no wonder they were worried. At the beginning, the US military’s control over them was quite loose, but none of these volunteer soldiers wanted to live like this.

All of them wanted to escape and return to the army as soon as possible, and even desperately exchanged with the US military. In the past few days, there have been several bloody incidents caused by captive riots, which is why the US military hates these prisoners. One of the reasons to even go bullying.

"Let's just do this. I'll bring two platoons up to support our Kress. Sir, you take one platoon to keep them safe. It should be enough."

Mike hesitated for a while, but quickly made a decision, and turned to Jerry to ask his opinion.

"You go, the military situation is so urgent that there is no need to delay, I just stay here, just to take care of some prisoners, no problem."

Jerry held the place where the shrapnel was embedded in his abdomen with a bitter face, only feeling a dull pain in the wound.

In the current situation, it is obvious that it is the best choice for Mike, who is less injured, to lead the team to rescue, but he has no opinion.

However, after the U.S. military reached a consensus on the division of troops, a pair of sharp eyes among the captives pierced through the night and looked at the U.S. troops around them.

"The U.S. military has divided up. It should be for rescue. Now we have more people than them. I think there is an opportunity to ask comrades to be active and get ready."

The leader of the captive team, that is, Instructor Wang, saw that the time had come, and quickly spoke softly to the captives around him in a low voice.

The eyes of the people around them were fixed, and they obviously knew that the critical time had come, and hurriedly whispered the news to the prisoners around them. After a while, everyone woke up, looked at the US troops around them, and their minds became active.

"Give me a good look at them, if you find a change, kill them on the spot, there is no need to reason."

Jerry understood the thoughts of these captives, and immediately turned back all the outward sentry posts, and asked a platoon of soldiers under him to concentrate on staring at the captives to prevent them from having a chance to riot.

And there were about 200 captives in this group, two or three times the number of Jerry and the others. Once a riot broke out at close range, it might be difficult to suppress it for a while, so Jerry couldn't help being careless.

"Pull that who out and bring it to me."

Jerry looked at Instructor Wang with a rather unfriendly tone, and ordered a little fiercely.

Several American soldiers with guns stepped forward immediately, trying to take Instructor Wang away from the few around them, and the volunteer soldiers got up quickly, trying to block them with their bodies.

"His grandma's American devil, what do you want to do, why arrest our instructor Wang."

A tall volunteer soldier with cheeks flushed by the cold wind stood up first and stood in front of the American soldiers, roaring angrily.

"boom--"

During the dispute, maybe it was because the gun went off, or maybe it was because of the deliberate revenge of the American soldiers. A bullet came out like this, solemnly hitting the forehead of the refugee volunteer soldier.

The volunteer soldier's eyes widened a little unwillingly, and his hands were still tightly grasping the collar of the American soldier, but after a while, he slumped down powerlessly and fell heavily on the snow.

The other volunteer soldiers around immediately glared at these American soldiers angrily, obviously they were a little bit impatient and wanted to do something.

"Comrades, calm down. They want to take me away. Just let them take me. I will be fine. You must exercise restraint and protect yourself first."

Instructor Wang was afraid that the comrades in the volunteer army would lead to bloody cases because of impulsiveness. Not only would their riots be impossible to carry out, but they might also cause unnecessary sacrifices for no reason.

After all, there are already countless black muzzles aimed at them, and there are even two heavy machine guns, as if they were already prepared for this moment. The heavy machine gunner over there frowned and pressed his fingers slightly, as if Always be ready to pull the trigger.

Jerry also stood with his hands behind his back with a stern face. Obviously he didn't mind slaughtering all such prisoners, so that he could free up troops to rescue the US troops who were in battle.

Under the persuasion of Instructor Wang and looking at the countless black muzzles, the volunteer soldiers finally calmed down, followed the instructions of the American soldiers, and squatted back to their original places. Instructor Wang was brought in front of Jerry like this .

Jerry drew out his pistol and directly pushed it to Instructor Wang's forehead. However, the fear and cowardice he expected in his heart did not happen. Instead, a pair of righteous eyes stared directly at him.

"I'm afraid that the riots these days have nothing to do with this volunteer army. If he is shot, I'm afraid it will save some trouble, but..."

With a gun in his hand, Jerry looked at Instructor Wang with some hesitation. He did think so at first, but when he saw the imminent riot just now, he was soothed by Instructor Wang in this way.

He couldn't help hesitating a bit, maybe keeping this person as a hostage would be useful in managing these captives.

"Sir, I don't understand. Let's find a reason just like what we did just now, so we can have an excuse to kill them all. Isn't it good? Why do we have to divide us into a platoon and watch them die here?"

One of Jerry's grassroots monitors had a drink with him and had a good relationship with him, so he boldly asked in a low voice.

"What do you know? Now that we have encountered an ambush, it is already very bad. If so many brothers are killed and injured, and the prisoners are gone, then we will all have to go to military courts."

After Jerry finished speaking, he looked at the group of captives in silence. These people could be exchanged for them as bargaining chips, one by one white soldiers of the US military.

In this way, Jerry finally made up his mind. He just ordered Instructor Wang to be taken under strict guard, and he did not kill him.

"His grandma, she really dozed off, so she gave her a pillow. If she doesn't vote now, I feel sorry for the US military officer for giving us such a good opportunity."

Yu Congrong looked at the US platoon leader Jerry with a smile, and withdrew all the outer guard posts inside to guard the prisoners, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

"Platoon leader, now we can finally go up and give those American devils a run for their money."

Listening to Yu Congrong's words, Tie Niu picked up a Browning machine gun in a very wild manner, obviously a little bit suffocated.

"No, let's try not to use guns, all bayonets, and prepare for a beautiful hand-to-hand combat. Remember that you must not startle the enemy by rushing into the battlefield and fighting with the US military."

Yu Congrong hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind. He didn't want the bullets to hurt his comrades.

In addition, after the division of the U.S. military, their total strength is even higher than that of the U.S. military. With the captives of the Volunteer Army included, they can cooperate internally and externally. Hand-to-hand combat is obviously beneficial to them.

When Yu Congrong's order was conveyed, all the members of the fire platoon took out their Garand rifles, loaded their bayonets, and quietly moved towards the direction of the US military.

It is also thanks to the devil training in the Seventh Interlude Company before Wu Qianli that their physical fitness has become extremely strong.

In addition to the heavy energy enough to carry those submachine guns and machine guns, he also carries an extra Garand rifle, which can come in handy now.

Just when Yu Congrong led the firepower platoon and quietly approached the U.S. Army, the volunteer prisoners inside also seized the opportunity and were moving.

All of them squatted obediently in place, closed their eyes, and pretended to be resting, so that the US military who had been observing them gradually relaxed their vigilance.

But in the blind spot of the US military's vision, what they didn't notice was that these volunteer soldiers were using the sharp stones they had collected before, bit by bit to draw the ropes that tied their hands.

With the cover of night and the negligence of American soldiers, a small half of them have successfully broken free from the ropes.

At the same time, they carefully handed the sharp stones in their hands to other people, while they squatted in their original positions, making it difficult for the US military to detect.

"bump--"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, which reached Jerry's ears very slightly. He stared at the group of captives with wide eyes. After a short trial, he keenly discovered a sharp stone, which was falling to the ground.

"No, they want to escape..."

Just when Jerry was in the middle of speaking, he saw that he was picked out by him alone, and the instructor Wang who was put in front of him to watch directly kicked him in the chest. He was in pain, and his voice stopped abruptly. on the ground.

Immediately, the captives inside stopped pretending, and directly punched the American soldiers closest to them in the face with their liberated hands, and many even threw the American soldiers to the ground and wrestled together.

Many U.S. troops raised their submachine guns and pointed their muzzles left and right, but they, who were afraid of hurting their allies, finally sighed, put down their guns, raised their thorns, and joined the battle.

Due to the sudden development of the situation, nearly half of the volunteer soldiers were tied up with hemp rope, unable to fully exert their combat effectiveness.

In addition, other volunteer soldiers also fought with the U.S. military with sharp knives with bare hands, and they were obviously at a disadvantage. If this continues, it seems that they will be slaughtered in a short time.

"Comrades, we should have died on the battlefield a long time ago. It's just that by accident, if we don't have this opportunity, we will not lose if we kill one U.S. military now, and we will earn if we kill two. We will fight with them."

Instructor Wang coaxed loudly, motivating the morale of the volunteer prisoners. Obviously, up to now, he had no thought of leaving here alive.

It's nothing more than death. Ever since he set foot on this peninsula for the national war, he has long put life and death aside.

After finishing speaking, Instructor Wang also got entangled with Jerry, using all available methods, and even bit the thick artery of Jerry's neck with his teeth, trying to kill Jerry directly.

And Jerry, a U.S. military officer, was pinned down by Instructor Wang for a while, unable to move. The kick just now was very lucky to land on the place where he was hit by the shrapnel. At this moment, the pain all over his body made his limbs almost numb. , I can't exert much strength.

"Damn it, our friendly army is really strong, don't hide it, just rush up and save our comrades."

Seeing the sudden change, Yu Congrong was stunned for half a second and then reacted. He rushed forward with a bayonet and gave orders.

The volunteer soldiers of the fire platoon watched their friendly soldiers die tragically one by one, wailed in pain under the blade of the American army, and also clenched the bayonet in their hands, and rushed towards the American army in front of them like crazy.

"puff--"

Accompanied by the sound of a bayonet piercing into the flesh, Yu Congrong forced a bayonet into the heart of the American soldier.

At the same time, when the American soldier was dying, Yu Congrong did not let him go. Instead, he lifted his body into the air and rushed to the deepest part of the American army, like a tiger descending the mountain. lives of American soldiers.

Many American soldiers themselves slaughtered unarmed volunteer prisoners with bayonets very easily, but behind them a sharp knife pierced their chests.

When they looked back in disbelief, they realized that the fire platoon had surrounded them, and they, the butchers on the battlefield, had now become fish on the chopping board.

The brutal hand-to-hand combat, with blood and flesh flying all over the field, did not look back at the gorgeous sword skills and martial arts in the TV series, and some only had a firm and fierce stab.

The soldiers of the fire platoon stabbed countless American soldiers into a pool of blood in the simplest and most efficient way.

In fact, on the real battlefield, American soldiers have repeatedly gained the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat by virtue of the innate physical talents and physical advantages of Caucasians.

However, the fire platoon fighters who have undergone five thousand miles of devil training and system bonuses are obviously not ordinary people.

It is often seen that a soldier of the fire platoon directly penetrates the body of an American soldier with a stab, and at the same time quickly kicks the ribs of another American soldier who is sneaking up. The ruthless character of the enemy three.

At this time, Jerry, who felt that the situation was over, didn't care about any accidental injury, and directly stretched his hand to the pistol in the gun bag, just pulled it out, and fired at Instructor Wang who was pressing him to the death.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a clear gunshot, the flame from the muzzle of the gun made Instructor Wang's face red, and a bullet flew past his head.

"what!"

At this moment, Jerry opened his mouth wide and wailed in pain. It turned out that the moment he was about to pull the trigger, Yu Congrong noticed the gun in his hand.

In desperation, Yu Congrong quickly flew up and kicked him on the body. In pain, the muzzle of his pistol deviated by an inch, just passing the head of Instructor Wang.

Instructor Wang also seized this opportunity and hit Jerry's head hard with his own head. Under the severe pain, Jerry finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.

The ensuing battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre. After the US military dropped countless corpses, the battle ended with a complete victory for the volunteers.

"Do you have any comrades here, come out and talk to me."

Yu Congrong looked around at the volunteer prisoners whose faces were full of joy after the catastrophe, and couldn't afford to look anxiously in the direction of Wu Qianli, and said hastily.

"Hello comrade."

Instructor Wang stood up slowly, and was about to express his gratitude, but was stopped by Yu Congrong's gesture.

"Let's not talk about the extra words. They are all my comrades. I will leave the battlefield here to you to clean up. If you have anything to say, you can tell our company commander later. Now we are going to support our company commander, please. "

After finishing speaking, Yu Congrong paid a standard military salute to Instructor Wang, and then hurriedly led the fire platoon to the battlefield where Wu Qianli was still fighting fiercely.

At the same time, on the battlefield not far away, the soldiers of both Wu Qianli and Kress were red-eyed and entered a white-hot stage. It seemed that it depended on whose reinforcements arrived first.

　Thank you, don't it, I am not young, voted by the rebellious boy among the bookworms~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)