The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 65
"shot……"

The U.S. sergeant shook his lips with difficulty, spit out these two words from between his teeth, and then tried his best to cover the severed artery with both hands, as if trying to block the gushing blood with his hands.

But the blood still gushed out like a fountain, no matter how tightly his hands were squeezed, it was useless, and he fell heavily on the ground in a short while, without any breath.

However, an American soldier near him heard the faint voice of the American non-commissioned officer and immediately understood his good intentions.

The U.S. sergeant who was fighting with Pinghe has become a corpse. Now that he shoots, he doesn't have to worry about any accidental injury. It can also attract more U.S. troops to ensure that these volunteers will be surrounded and wiped out.

Just when he raised his gun tremblingly and aimed at Ping He's head, an accident happened.

He didn't expect that Ping He's speed would be even faster than him, and he kicked his left knee fiercely.

"what!"

Accompanied by a scream like a slaughtered pig, the left leg of the American soldier who was kicked in the knee joint was sunken backwards as if misplaced, and there was a crisp sound of bone shattering.

As the severe pain like an electric shock directly hit the brain of the American soldier, his hand softened, and the rifle slid directly to the ground. He also lost the ability to resist, clutching the knee of his left leg, and kept on the spot rolling.

"Go to hell, American devil!"

The reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin picked up the rifle just in time, swung the butt of the rifle and smashed it hard at his head.

It was just the moment when the calcium carbide sparked, and the American soldier's head was smashed open like a watermelon.

For a while, brains and blood flew across, many of which were sprinkled on the faces of nearby American soldiers, and the butt of the gun was slightly bent and deformed due to the hardness of the skull.

However, two fists are no match for four hands. Even if Ping He and Wu Jin have two people, they can't resist the muzzles of several black guns aimed at their bodies. In just one second, the U.S. military collectively pulls the trigger. The gods are also exhausted.

However, a U.S. soldier had just aimed at Ping He's heart, and when he was about to shoot, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain from his back, which went all the way to his chest, and the picture in front of him suddenly became blurred.

"pat-"

With a faint sound, the American soldier's rifle slipped from his hand.

At the last second of his life, he looked down and saw the bayonet that had pierced his heart. The tip of the knife was still exposed on his chest, shining reddish luster mixed with blood.

There were also one or two American soldiers who noticed the slight movement behind them, and immediately turned back, trying to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.

However, before they had time to react, they were directly kicked in the stomach by the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon. When they lost their ability to resist for a short time, they were directly pressed to the ground and their throats were sealed with a knife.

However, there is no shortage of smart people in the sentry team of the US military, especially soldiers who burst out with great speed and agility at the moment of life and death.

Jackson, a veteran of the U.S. military, knew from the moment the U.S. sergeant had his main artery cut off by Pinghe that he knew that these volunteer scouts were not something they could deal with.

So he simply dropped his weapon and ran directly to the open area outside. Even if he saw the volunteer army approaching, he didn't dare to warn his companions loudly, but just ran for his life.

How could the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon let him escape, and immediately sent out an elite veteran who had been in the reconnaissance platoon when he first entered the peninsula to hunt down and kill him.

Originally, the veteran of the reconnaissance platoon thought that the U.S. military had lost even their guns, so what resistance could they use to chase and kill such a weakling?

But he never thought that the U.S. military who had lost the weight restraint could run faster than a rabbit. In addition, he was afraid of disturbing the U.S. military on the second line of defense, so he did not dare to shoot and kill.

If he hadn't gritted his teeth and chased after him desperately, I am afraid that in two seconds, it would prove that the US deserters would disappear in the snowy snow curtain.

"Report to the platoon leader. Except for one American devil who escaped, all the other American devils have been killed. What should we do next?"

Looking at the American corpses all over the floor, Wu Jin finally let out a long sigh of relief.

When he was lying on the ground pretending to be the same corpse, his will was almost blurred by the freezing. If the US military came later, he might accidentally freeze to death on the snow.

"What? Some American soldiers escaped?"

Ping He's eyes that had just relaxed revealed a trace of sternness, and his brows were instantly frowned, which could almost kill mosquitoes.

"Don't worry, platoon leader. We have already sent people to chase after him, but they haven't come back yet. I'm afraid the American devil ran too fast for his life."

Wu Jin looked at Ping He's slightly impatient look, but she didn't panic.

After Wu Qianli's devil training for them before, the endurance and speed of this running have surpassed the US military by several levels, and there is a high probability that they will not be chased and lost.

"Arrange two comrades to simply deal with the corpses on the ground. The others will follow me before the footprints disappear, and chase them together. There must be no mistakes."

Different from Wu Jin's ease and ease, Ping He's thinking is not so simple. He has long been used to preparing for the worst on the battlefield.

Even if the U.S. deserters can't escape in the end and send chasers, if there are so many other U.S. reconnaissance teams and sentries on the periphery, if they are bumped into again, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Yes!"

No one would question Ping He's concerns, and they all responded directly. The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon quickly separated two people, and very simply buried part of the body, and left the rest to the flying snowflakes.

After chasing along the slightly curved footprints for a while, Ping He frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that the direction was a bit wrong.

Could it be that the American soldier lost his way? Judging by his escape route, it seems to be the opposite direction of the second line of defense of the US military.

However, unlike Ping He, who was able to distinguish the direction with his mind, Jackson, who was being hunted down at this moment, was running forward frantically with his legs open.

"Oh~ God, as long as I get rid of the damn pursuers and find a large army to surround them, no matter how powerful they are, can they withstand the rain of bullets with countless times of firepower?"

Jackson, who was chased like a mouse, couldn't help feeling a trace of hatred in his heart at this moment, thinking while running.

The goose feather and heavy snow falling in front of him couldn't keep up with his running speed. Before it fell, he hit him fiercely, and then ran forward with him, even forming a small wind wall on both sides.

　Thank you, don't it, I am not young, the rebellious boy among the bookworms, waiting..., 73117, Bingfeng o my most voted.

　　
　
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