The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 56
"Oh, damn it, hold me, hold them all, they escaped from the bunker, just for our bullets, don't panic, this is our chance!"

Seeing the volunteer soldiers rushing towards his own army like tigers and wolves, Kress couldn't help but squeeze a cold sweat in his heart, holding on to keep his soldiers from retreating.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to withdraw, but that once he gives the order to retreat at this time, I'm afraid this battle will turn into a complete defeat and end for the US military. This is definitely not what he wants to see.

And if in this assault, they can withstand the pressure of the volunteers and repel the charge, then the morale will be greatly damaged, but it will be Wu Qianli's side, and they can take the opportunity to cause huge damage to the enemy , No matter how you think about it, it is a matter of making money without losing money.

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

Kress rushed to a heavy machine gun as if mad, pulled the trigger fiercely, and fired wildly in the direction of the volunteers.

However, the injury he suffered just now obviously hasn't healed yet. Under the strong recoil force, the wound seems to be torn apart even more, and the bright red blood slowly flows down, draining his body's strength little by little.

Perhaps it was Kress's rare bravery that temporarily eased the morale of the American soldiers.

Many U.S. troops bit the bullet and stood in place facing the volunteers, suppressing their firepower. For a while, the assault platoon led by Wu Qianli slowed down slightly.

"His grandma, why are these American devils so capricious, no, let them collapse quickly."

While Wu Qianli was talking, he was suppressed in place by the sudden firepower of the US military. Many assault platoon soldiers were harvested by the flying bullets without paying attention.

Wu Qianli still understands the truth of going all out, then declining, and exhausting three times. If this continues, this assault charge may be hit by a beautiful counterattack by the US military.

Thinking of this, Wu Qianli frowned, and stared fixedly at Kress, who was pale and still clenched his teeth. He understood that the key to this battle was the injured American officer.

"Wu Wanli, did you see the man with the heavy machine gun? Can you find a chance to blow him up?"

Wu Qianli waved his hand, called Wu Wanli, pointed in the direction of Kress, and said to him very seriously.

"No problem, brother, just watch it."

Wu Wanli agreed, and at the same time unloaded three grenades from his body, his mouth was still muttering softly, his eyes rolled round, as if he was thinking about where the grenade would fall and how to throw it over.

After a while, he held two grenades, bit off the ring at the same time and threw them fiercely in the direction of Kress, only to see two small black spots flying towards Kress's sides under the blessing of his huge arms.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two explosions killed three nearby American soldiers, but they were still slightly away from Kress's position. After all, it was impossible to be so accurate when throwing different mortars by hand.

"Fuck you! It seems that my position has been exposed, but even if I know I'm being targeted, what can I do?"

While Kress was cursing, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking a little helpless.

Now all the U.S. troops are staring at his figure. Once he shows the slightest intention to evacuate, or even move, it will greatly shake the morale of the army.

All the U.S. military will also wonder if the commander is going to run away with the soles of his shoes, so he can only continue to stay where he is, praying for the so-called God's blessing.

At this time, the grenade was thrown 5 miles crookedly, but there was no trace of discouragement on his face. Instead, he stared at the direction of the explosion on both sides with confidence.

He already roughly understood the reason for the deviation, so he opened the tab of the last grenade he had prepared, waited for a few seconds, and quickly threw it out.

"not good!"

Kress also suddenly noticed the grenade that was about to approach him, and the battlefield instinct in his heart made him feel a huge murderous aura.

Now that Kress didn't care about morale anymore, he suddenly felt that his own life was the most important thing, so he quickly dropped the heavy machine gun in his hand, and wanted to escape from this position as soon as possible before the grenade fell completely.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge explosion sound pierced Kress' eardrums, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his body was severely penetrated by the shrapnel of the grenade.

"Wow~"

When Kress stretched out his hand to caress the bruised and bruised flesh on his body, he opened his mouth wide and wanted to ask for help, but a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat, and he fell into a pool of blood after a while.

"Good job, the throwing is getting more and more accurate."

Seeing that the target had been blown to death, Wu Qianli couldn't help being overjoyed, rubbed Wu Wanli's head, and praised loudly.

"boom--"

"boom--"

At the same time, the clear gunshots like ghosts never stopped. Wu Qianli understood that it was the sharpshooters of the reconnaissance platoon showing their might, especially Pinghe, who seemed to have achieved considerable success.

"The third……"

"the fifth……"

Ping He scanned the battlefield with his sharp eyes, looking for valuable targets. At the same time, every time he killed a person, he whispered something in his mouth. Until now, he has shot and killed 5 people in a row.

It's not that Ping He's marksmanship level has declined, but that he doesn't shoot easily, and when he shoots, he shoots and kills the U.S. sergeant who is organizing his soldiers to resist tenaciously.

The other soldiers in the platoon had their own division of labor, knocking out the firepower points on the US military positions, severely suppressing the little morale left by the US military.

Just as the heavy firepower of the U.S. military misfired one after another, and the non-commissioned officers died one by one, the U.S. military, which lost its fire support and the command of the non-commissioned officers, was in chaos for a while, and the gunfire was chaotic.

"help me!"

"Ah! My legs!"

At the same time, there are still many American soldiers missing arms or legs or seriously injured in various parts of their bodies. They fell to the ground and rolled continuously, wailing in pain, which made the scalps of the American soldiers who were still fighting hard feel numb.

These wounded soldiers flooding the US military positions were also deliberately arranged by Wu Qianli.

Killing a U.S. soldier is better than looking for opportunities to injure more U.S. soldiers and create a large number of wounded for them. This will speed up the collapse of the U.S. military.

"Comrades, it's time, rush over with me and wipe them out!"

Wu Qianli could see that the U.S. military was on the verge of complete collapse at this moment. He knew that the opportunity was not lost, so he raised his submachine gun and led the assault platoon again, pressing towards the U.S. military in a three-three formation. .

"His grandma, we have to hurry up, melon babies, so we don't have to eat meat or even drink soup."

The artillery platoon carried by Lei Gong did not continue to carry the cannon, but charged downwards with the guns in hand, but due to the position, they were always slower than the assault platoon, which made Lei Gong anxiously order, let his subordinates The soldiers picked up speed.

"Oh, God, damn it, Kress called for reinforcements for so long, but he didn't see a single one, and instead he was collapsed by the volunteers."

Facing another wave of charge by the Volunteers, the remaining non-commissioned officers inevitably had some bad thoughts in their hearts, and the will to resist seemed to have left them.

"Sir, why don't we surrender, I heard that the volunteers treat the prisoners preferentially, so they shouldn't do anything to us."

An American soldier muttered to his non-commissioned officer in a very low voice, that in the past, such words and deeds could be shot directly.

But at this moment, everyone is silently staring at each other, looking at each other's strange eyes, the US military sergeant understands that his subordinates obviously have similar thoughts.

"Hmph, I think you are all brains, you are confused, and you actually want to surrender. In the end, you can go on your own, and I won't stop you."

To everyone's surprise, the U.S. military sergeant picked up his submachine gun and pointed at the volunteer soldiers who came for assault. He lost another shot, telling everyone with a very firm expression that he would never surrender.

"Whoever still has grenades there, use them to blow them out. We can't let these volunteers charge too fast, otherwise how can we get away."

The U.S. sergeant loudly ordered his opponent not to surrender, but the idea of ​​escaping had already been expressed unabashedly.

All the U.S. soldiers couldn't help being stunned when they heard this. Compared with surrendering, fleeing is obviously a good choice. After all, when the supreme commander is dead, they run away in an organized way, which can be said to be retreating. .

But looking at the volunteer soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, they always felt that the chance of being killed during the escape process might be higher, so they all had doubts in their hearts, thinking about whether to take this risk.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how you treat those volunteer prisoners? Do you want to hand over your fate to a group of enemies?"

"If we surrender, who knows what kind of revenge we will face, we might as well give it a go, maybe we will successfully retreat by then, and life will definitely be better than being a prisoner."

Seeing that his subordinates were still hesitating there like stupid pigs for a long time, the U.S. sergeant told them directly, and yelled at them to get ready soon, or it would be too late.

After listening to the U.S. sergeant, these soldiers immediately picked up the grenade in their waists and threw it at the volunteers in front of them.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A dozen or twenty grenades exploded in front of the U.S. positions in a row. Because the volunteers were too fast, they were already very close to the U.S. positions, which instead became the reason for being massacred.

Of course, there are many similar smart people in the U.S. military, and they all took out grenades to complete the last blow before fleeing. For a while, the offensive of the assault platoon and artillery platoon slowed down again.

"Bah--damn, these American devils have to give us a hard time before they leave."

Wu Wanli, who was forced to fall to the ground by the US grenade and ate a pile of snow, cursed angrily.

However, after this round of explosions, not even a single gunshot could be heard on the US military positions.

There are only some who can't escape, and the wounded soldiers of the U.S. Army are still in the position, wailing in pain and looking at these volunteer soldiers with pitiful eyes, hoping that they can get preferential treatment from the captives.

A large number of other American soldiers ran like mice, faster than the volunteer soldiers who were charging just now.

Seeing the U.S. Army, which was a short distance away from them after the gunpowder smoke cleared, the soldiers of the assault platoon couldn't help being dumbfounded. When did the U.S. Army have such a strong speed and explosive power?

Of course, there were still a few unlucky American soldiers who only suffered some minor injuries, but had no chance to escape. Instead, they were arrested, raised their hands, and waited eagerly for execution.

"Lei Gong, Wu Wanli, the two of you with the artillery platoon and the assault platoon continue to pursue and wipe them all out."

Wu Qianli pointed to the defeated American soldiers and said quickly that he was not worried that these American soldiers would eventually escape.

Judging from the small dynamic combat map in my mind, other volunteer soldiers under my command have already reported over, just in time to block the retreat of these US troops, and I just need to complete the encirclement, so there is no need to worry.

However, he also noticed a bunch of small red dots rushing towards here in the dynamic map. Obviously, if he hadn't successfully charged just now, he would have been surrounded, and the entire army might have been wiped out. Thinking of this, Wu Qianli couldn't help but A cold sweat broke out in my heart.

"It's a little clever, it should be trying to outflank me, but thank you for delaying the time and giving me a chance."

Wu Qianli said secretly in his heart, at the same time, an excellent battle plan had already appeared in his mind.

Looking at the American soldiers who surrendered, Pinghe still wanted to follow the old rules and shoot them all, leaving no one alive, but this time he was stopped by Wu Qianli.

"These wounded soldiers can all be mended, don't worry about it, but those who can still move around stay, I am useful."

Wu Qianli looked at these American prisoners, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly to reveal a smile.

After all the wounded soldiers were killed, the rest of the American soldiers who were still able to walk stood there tremblingly, and some even peed their pants in fear.

"Tie grenades to their bodies and rush to the front of us. All the soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon will follow and follow my instructions."

Under Wu Qianli's order, these American captives were all strapped with grenades. Many of them were frightened and begged for mercy, but they were still forcibly driven to the front of the team.

In this way, a U.S. war that has just been defeated is vividly decorated. If you don’t pay attention, you will obviously not be able to tell that it is a counterfeit of the Volunteer Army.

Under the guidance of Wu Qianli looking at the small dynamic map, this team "fleeed" towards Mike's group of American reinforcements in a hurry.

On the other side, the American reinforcements led by Mike also found many deserters. At first, he shot them directly to avoid affecting the morale of the army, but later he had to accept these people. After all, there are too many deserters. Literally.

"What did you say? All the troops led by Chief Kress were ambushed, and they are now in a state of defeat?"

Mike, the commander of the U.S. military reinforcements, obviously couldn't believe this fact, but as more and more deserters were accepted and heard the widespread rumors, he could only accept this reality.

"Oh, God, this stupid pig, I said he can't command well, no, it's better to let me do it."

Mike couldn't help yelling angrily. Originally, he wanted to cooperate with Kress's U.S. military to attack the volunteers, but he heard that Kress had already died in battle and the army collapsed. So what's the point of him going there now?

The other American soldiers apparently also spread the news. Although they didn't receive the order, they all slowed down their progress in a tacit understanding. For a while, it made Mike feel embarrassed.

"Oh my God, the situation is so bad now, do I have to keep chasing after it?"

Mike, the US military commander, was thinking and hesitating whether to continue chasing and killing the volunteers, taking advantage of the volunteers' lack of reaction, and fighting to the death, or retreating temporarily, covering the captives and fleeing to the second line of defense, before making preparations.

Obviously, Mike still doesn't know that Jerry, who guards the volunteer army, has been completely wiped out by the vitality platoon led by Yu Congrong.

If he knew that he was the only one left in the US military on this battlefield, he would have greased the soles of his shoes and slipped away.

But as they walked along the way, more and more deserters were gathered under him. For a while, they also gathered considerable strength, but this also intensified Mike's hesitation.

"Report, sir, there is a rout of soldiers ahead, and they seem to want to join our army again."

Mike was frowning, hesitantly thinking about a report from his subordinates, which temporarily disrupted his thoughts.

He looked up, Wu Qianli covered half of his head with a steel helmet, and lowered his head at the same time, unable to see clearly in the dark night.

The other US troops in front were all Caucasian, with panic expressions on their faces, no different from the defeated soldiers who had just been defeated.

"Let's break the army, let's take them in, this is nothing new, you can help me solve it in the future, don't ask me."

Mike, who had accepted several routs, didn't feel something was wrong, but waved his hand to tell his subordinates not to bother him.

"It's… okay."

The U.S. sergeant who was reporting seemed to be a little bit wrong with the number of the rout. How could there be so many people, so he originally wanted to remind Mike.

But after looking at Mike's impatient expression, he didn't want to touch this bad luck again. Maybe he really thought too much, so he obeyed the military order and brought a few people to accept the broken soldiers.

At this time, Wu Qianli and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were getting closer and closer to the US military. They carefully distanced themselves from the US prisoners in front, and aimed their guns at them.

Once they dared to move, they would be greeted by countless bullets, and then detonate the grenade on their bodies, blowing up a pile of rotten meat on the spot, which is why the first few American prisoners were crying.

However, it was misunderstood by other U.S. troops who saw it as just a broken soldier, and it should have a normal expression, so everyone thought it was normal.

"Company commander, we're getting very close, should we do it now?"

Although Pinghe was already an old soldier, he was close to an enemy army that was more numerous than himself, so he couldn't help his heart pounding, and asked Wu Qianli in a low voice.

"Don't worry, it looks like we haven't been exposed yet. When we get close, throw a wave of grenades first, and then sweep out all the bullets, so as to mass-kill this group of US troops as soon as possible."

Wu Qianli also warned in a low voice, but he stopped talking after a while, so as not to arouse the vigilance of these American troops.

Ping He just passed on Wu Qianli's words in a low voice, and all the soldiers in the investigation platoon were ready to fight.

However, at this critical juncture, an American soldier in front secretly glanced back, then looked at the friendly army in front of him who was already very close to him, and suddenly ran forward without warning, wanting to escape Wu Qianli et al.'s control.

　Thanks to the anti-bone boy among the bookworms, don't let it go, I am not young anymore, life lies in the votes cast by the movement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)