The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 64
During the hand-to-hand combat, James forcibly pulled Ping He to the ground, and endured the pain of the stab wound in his left shoulder, and fought with Ping He in a scuffle.

Relying on his strong will and physical fitness, he held up Pinghe's attack for a while, and kept looking for opportunities to fight back. After fighting for a while, the two of them miraculously fell into a stalemate.

"Platoon Captain, are you okay?"

Wu Jin had just finished dealing with another American soldier, and was about to come over to help, but he was holding a military thorn in his hand, looking at the two wrestling together, because he was afraid of accidental injury, he couldn't do it for a while.

At this time, the other two reconnaissance platoon fighters had just arrived, because James' sudden vigilance made the action advance, which led to a small error in their cooperation.

James gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain from his left shoulder, and slammed Ping He's face hard with his fist the size of a sandbag.

James understood that at this moment only by controlling the person in front of him would he have a chance of survival, so he punched and punched, and the fist-to-flesh punch made Pinghe's face more red, swollen and bruised.

However, Ping He did not panic at all. Instead, he withstood the pressure. His face was about to be beaten like a pig's head, but he didn't resist with all his strength. Instead, he found the right opportunity and directly pulled out the military thorn that was still pierced into flesh and blood on James' left shoulder.

"fuck you!"

James yelled in pain, his whole body went limp, and Ping He directly rode him on him.

Ping He roared and stabbed James' body one after another with a knife. James gradually lost the ability to resist and became another dead soul under the knife. Until the last moment of losing consciousness, his body remained in the posture of fighting back.

"This damned American devil is such a bastard. If it weren't for his platoon leader, you wouldn't be hurt."

Wu Jin looked at the swollen bruises on Ping He's face, and said indignantly, while speaking, she wanted to spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the corpse.

"No, it's just that he is in a different camp. He can be regarded as a hero, but it's a pity that he is with the US military. It's better not to insult the warriors on the battlefield."

Ping He stopped Wu Jin's actions, and instead looked at James with a little admiration and regret. If the time was not tight, he would definitely give such an enemy a lavish burial.

"Platoon leader, the U.S. military has a lot of sentries and patrols. If these U.S. troops are gone, they will definitely send people to look for them. Do you want to deal with the corpses a little to avoid complications."

Wu Jin glanced at James' body with a little shame, and then suggested cautiously.

"If there is enough time, then..."

Pinghe hesitated for a while, but still thought it would be better to deal with it. Although it would delay some time in delivering the news to the company, it would be worth less of a security risk.

However, before Ping He finished speaking, he saw soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon sent out to observe the movements of another pair of American sentries rushing back, interrupting what Ping He was about to say.

"Report to the platoon leader, the US sentry team is coming towards us, and the speed is not slow, I am afraid it will not be long before we arrive."

While talking, the soldier of the reconnaissance platoon looked at the dead U.S. soldiers on the ground, nodded slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be easier to deal with the U.S. troops here.

"How far is it from us? How long will it take to arrive? Also, did you reveal your location during the investigation."

Ping He glanced at the American corpses on the ground, and fell into deep thought. If the American soldiers didn't go here right now, he would still have time to deal with these battle traces, and then pass by countless sentries. It's a bit tricky.

"Don't worry, platoon leader, I guarantee that I have not shown any flaws. These US sentries will arrive in about a minute or so. We have to make a decision quickly."

The reconnaissance platoon soldier was also considered half a recruit, and he swallowed a little nervously and said.

The time of more than one minute is really too short. Originally, they could have dealt with the corpses and bloodstains in a hurry, and then the rest of the work would be solved by heavy snow, but in such a short time, there were no layers of snow. Cover, will definitely be exposed.

"Wu Jin, you smear some of the blood on the ground on yourself, and lie down with me next to the proof that the US military is ice. Remember to pretend to be a little bit, and don't show your face."

While talking, Ping He also smeared some blood from the ground on his body, and the bruises he had just wrestled with the U.S. military made it look more like a corpse.

"The others dragged this corpse and the one I just dealt with to one side, and put on white cloaks to hide nearby, so as to be able to observe our movements at all times and attack quickly."

After Ping He finished speaking, Wu Jin also made corresponding preparations, and the two of them lay down near James together, letting countless snow particles float on their bodies without moving at all, a thin layer of white snow half-buried them, Make it more difficult for the U.S. military to detect their camouflage.

The soldiers of the other reconnaissance platoons also put on the white cloak, hiding in every corner of the snow curtain, the bayonet gleaming with white cold light has been equipped on the rifle, ready to assault the approaching US troops at any time.

"Oh, my god! Be careful! Our people were killed by the volunteers."

After a short while, a group of American troops armed with Garand rifles was passing by in a very relaxed manner, but suddenly one person found several corpses lying on the ground and immediately sounded a warning.

"shit!"

The other American sentinels were obviously used to it, and when they heard such a warning, they quickly raised their guns and looked around.

Perhaps the U.S. military corpses on the ground reminded them that the price of taking it lightly, their nerves tense instantly, and the fingers in their hands trembled slightly due to the pressure prepared in advance. As long as there is any abnormality, the bullet will come out.

"Oh~ James, you are notoriously careful, why are you still being murdered?"

A non-commissioned officer headed by the U.S. sentinel team was a little uncertain when he saw James' face at first, but when he got closer, he found that it was indeed his old friend who was drinking with him yesterday, and suddenly said with some sadness.

"Damn it, are these volunteers ghosts? The first line of defense has not been loosened at all, and they can all infiltrate here."

Another U.S. non-commissioned officer looked a little irritably at the heavy snow falling around him, but there was no sign of a volunteer.

After being tense for a while, the US sentries also relaxed their vigilance.

After all, if they were volunteers, after killing the U.S. sentry, they probably wouldn't just stay where they were and wait to be discovered. A quick evacuation would be the safest option.

So several American sentries slowly put down the muzzles in their hands, walked to the vicinity of the American non-commissioned officer, and comforted each other.

But at this time, several reconnaissance platoon fighters in white cloaks were approaching the US troops little by little, and every time they moved, they carefully stayed for a while to avoid being discovered by the US forces.

The U.S. sergeant was obviously used to watching life and death, and after hearing a few words of comfort from his comrades in arms, he quickly came out of his sorrow.

But when he was about to leave, he saw a faint white steam emanating from the nostrils of Pinghe who was pretending to be a corpse.

He was stunned for a second, thinking that he was wrong, so he slowly bent down and put his finger on **He's nostril, wanting to test it out.

At this time, feeling that he was about to be discovered, Ping He suddenly opened his eyes, and grabbed the hand that proved the US military sergeant stretched out, pulled him hard, and dragged him to the ground, and raised the military thorn in his hand. The aorta in his neck flicked.

The U.S. sergeant was shocked by this sudden accident. At first, he thought he had seen a ghost and knew that when he reacted, the blood gushing out of the aorta had declared his death.

Wu Jin on the other side also maintained a high degree of concentration. Hearing the movement beside him, he opened his eyes instantly, raised his knife and dropped it, and quickly dealt with a nearby American soldier.

At this time, several American sentinels who were also frightened finally reacted and raised their rifles in a panic, but at this time, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon had completely surrounded them.

　Thank you, don't it, I am not young, the rebellious boy among the bookworms, the old man, waiting... Bingfeng o I vote the most.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)