The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 63 Assassination Moment
"James, maybe we don't need to be so flustered. Those people might just be friendly troops who happened to be on a mission."

A U.S. sentry was a little tired, and said to the U.S. soldiers running fast ahead.

"That's right. The first line of defense is impenetrable. The officer has already said that it may be no problem to defend it for a month or two. With such strong firepower and troops, how could volunteers come through?"

Edward, another American sentry, spread his hands helplessly at this moment, and said while looking at James with a serious face.

Because of the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky, the temperature in the air is getting lower and lower. Although these American soldiers have thick cotton clothes, the layers of frost formed on the outside of the cotton clothes made their clothes hard Not a lot.

Every time they move their hands and feet, they always feel that there is some obstacle outside, and they are also used to fishing.

So James suddenly asked them to report back at a rapid march speed, just for a very small probability of enemy infiltration, Edward said he didn't understand at all.

"You guys... Hey, forget it, anyway, you listen to me, and it's definitely not wrong to be careful."

"Although General MacArthur has repeatedly said that this group of volunteers is nothing more than a third-rate army dressed in rags and holding fire sticks."

"But according to the times they have fought us since they entered the peninsula, I think they must not be underestimated, otherwise it will lead to a big mistake."

James looked at the two American sentinels under him still disapprovingly, he could only sigh helplessly while talking.

The two U.S. sentinels under him, one is a veteran of the army, and the other is a recruit.

"Oh~James, what you said is absolutely right. I understand your intentions, but I feel a little uncomfortable holding back now, so let's go and make it easier."

Edward was worried when he heard what James said, when suddenly another old American veteran blinked at him, and he immediately understood, pretending to go for convenience, but in fact he was buying a little time to rest.

"Edward, if that unit is really a volunteer army, you..."

James was a little annoyed, he couldn't see the two people's obedience, but halfway through the conversation, he was pulled aside by the old American fritter who was full of smiles, and a cigarette comforted him, just for a while.

The cold wind was like an unreasonable beast. They struck a match several times in a daze before they lit the cigarette.

Feeling the warm breath in his mouth, James calmed down a little, and chatted with another American sentry.

At this time, Ping He, who was hidden in the snow curtain, keenly observed the order of the US sentry, he was overjoyed, but he still moved slowly and lightly.

"Merry merry merry christmas..."

Edward hummed the same Merry Christmas song as a certain unlucky guy, enjoying this rare respite in his heart.

The released water column sprinkled on the snow, making a slight squeak, and soon melted into a part of the snow, forming frost.

Just as Edward felt comfortable all over and was about to finish the solution, he suddenly felt a ghostly coolness sweeping from his back to his spine.

Just when Edward turned his head back with some hesitation to see what was going on, his mouth was suddenly covered tightly by a big hand like iron tongs, and then a military thorn gleaming with cold light came out. Stabbed in his own chest.

"Well……!"

Edward struggled desperately, his legs kept moving, and felt the heart-piercing pain in his chest. His eyes widened, and even a trace of tears burst out directly.

But Ping He didn't show the slightest sympathy, Leng Jun's face even showed a sneer. He pressed the general's thorn to the deepest point, and countless blood flowed out quickly along Edward's chest, as if he was draining his strength little by little.

After a while, Edward fell silent, and was thrown to the ground by Ping He, turning into a soulless corpse.

"Reporting to the platoon leader, the other comrades in the reconnaissance platoon have already been recruited. The remaining two American devils may be easy to deal with, but there is still a group of American sentries who seem to be approaching us. There are about five or six people. What to do when you come down."

Just as Ping He was slowly wiping off the blood on the military thorns with Edward's military padded coat, Wu Jin, a member of the reconnaissance platoon, rushed back quickly, panting slightly and said to Ping He.

"Get rid of those two American devils first, and then the other team of American sentries will see if they are lucky and whether they are going to hit our knife point."

Hearing that there were other American troops, Ping He didn't panic at all, instead he made a decisive decision to deal with the enemy in front of him first.

After all, only these U.S. troops had observed the existence of the [-]th Interlude Company, and if the other U.S. sentries hadn't approached them, he didn't want to cause too much trouble and make the U.S. military alert prematurely.

So Ping He led Wu Jin and two other soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon to quietly approach James. Another soldier from the reconnaissance platoon was closely observing the movement of another group of American troops.

"James, I know you are rigorous and serious, and you have what you call military glory, but we haven't fought the volunteers here yet, so there is no need to be so nervous."

The old U.S. military veteran took a puff of cigarette, felt the wonderful taste of nicotine, got a rare scent in this ice and snow, and persuaded James softly.

"No, Edward is just making things easier. Why hasn't he come back yet? I'm afraid there must be some accident."

James couldn't listen to the argument of the old American fritters at all. Instead, he sensed something was wrong through time estimation. He pressed the flickering cigarette butt on the snow to snuff it out, and then picked up the gun, wanting to find out.

"No, the American devil is on alert, and he must act in advance!"

At this moment, Pinghe was about 10 meters away from James. Seeing James pick up the rifle, he simply jumped up from the snow, like a cheetah, and quickly rushed to James. He raised his bayonet and pointed it at James' chest. Stab hard.

"Bang~"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of life, it turned out that James, who was full of vigilance, blocked the rifle he had just obtained in front of his chest, just in time to bounce off the military stab that was about to end his life.

However, James, who was shaken by the powerful reaction force, his tiger's mouth was numb, red and swollen, and his skin was almost broken and bleeding.

Ping He didn't expect that his fatal blow would be blocked by American soldiers. He knew that if he couldn't kill quickly, he might be in trouble, so he quickly made another sharp stab, with the sound of breaking wind, and pierced James. heart.

The American sentinel next to James on the other side was stunned for a second at the sound of the impact just now, and then his eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that the volunteers had really been killed. his neck.

"Go to hell! The American Devil, who still wants to play sneak attack and grandpa, is a little younger than you."

Wu Jin also approached quickly at this time, and then kicked the old American fritter who wanted to attack Pinghe to the ground, picked up the military stab in his hand, and raised the knife with his hand.

The American soldier only had time to howl, and there was a blood hole in his throat. The trachea and the main artery were pierced severely, and the blood sprayed directly on the nearby snow like a small fountain, dyeing the surrounding ground red. .

"shit!"

But at this moment James widened his eyes, cursed secretly, looked at Han Mang who was getting closer and closer to him, exhausted the fastest speed in his life, and turned his body to the side to avoid Ping He's stab.

"what!"

Although James had tried his best to dodge, the military thorn was only deflected a little, but it also stabbed deeply on his left shoulder.

The huge impact force and the pain of muscle tearing made James almost faint, but he still gritted his teeth and pulled Ping He to the ground with too much force, and fell down himself.

　Thank you, don't it, I'm not young, the rebellious boy among the bookworms, the old man, 73117, Gu Atou, voted by Yiwei Dujianghai.

　　
　
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