The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 79 Let It Go

Perhaps when the U.S. military was suddenly attacked by the Seventh Interlude Company at the beginning, they mistakenly thought that this volunteer army was surrounded by superior forces.

But after fighting for a while now, they also understand that although this group of volunteers has fierce firepower, dense bullets, and even some sharpshooters with accurate marksmanship, they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

If it hadn't been for being caught off guard and losing more than [-]% of its troops all at once, I'm afraid it would be their US military that has the upper hand now.

"Leave a few machine guns and a small number of troops, and snipe at the volunteers in the rear, and the others will fight through the front with me!"

After observing the situation on the battlefield, Miller, an American officer, made the best judgment in an instant.

He found that most of the sharpshooters of the Volunteer Army were concentrated in the direction of Wuqianli, especially Pinghe's super-long-range sniper, which was elusive and invisible. This kind of accuracy was not available to the artillery platoon fighters in the rear.

They rely on the advantage of numbers to directly press up, and the advantage of those sharpshooters in long-distance sniping will be greatly weakened, and the machine gun left behind on the other side can better exert its original power.

"Da da da da da da..."

Sure enough, as the U.S. military rushed in the direction of five thousand miles, the machine guns aimed at the artillery board began to roar, and countless flying bullets hit the bodies of the soldiers in the artillery platoon, and the splashed blood and flesh stained the white area. The vast snow.

"His grandma, these American devils are so fucking hateful!"

Lei Gong looked at the corpses of the artillery platoon fighters that fell beside him, and couldn't help but grit his teeth with hatred.

As a technical arm of the Volunteer Army, the fighters of these cannon cards are all treasures, one less than one, but it is really distressing to be killed indiscriminately like this.

Lei Gong held the submachine gun in his hand, risked his life, straightened up, and fired a shuttle of bullets at the roaring machine gunner.

The recoil of the continuous firing caused the muzzle to shift slightly, but they were all pressed down by Lei Gong. Most of the bullets deviated from their positions, but they also hit other American soldiers.

Another two stray bullets directly penetrated the machine gunner's body, and the roar of a machine gun stopped abruptly. Seeing this, Lei Gong immediately led the men forward and charged a short distance.

But soon new people took up their positions, and the US military's firepower still barely suppressed Lei Gong's progress.

"Don't stay any longer, let me blow them up hard!"

Lei Gong saw that his artillery platoon was actually trapped by a small group of US troops and a few machine guns, so he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, so he raised a bazooka and pointed it in the direction of the US troops.

"call out--"

With a slight sound, a rocket, with a trace of white gas, rushed straight to the position of the US machine gun.

Seeing the black spot approaching suddenly, the US machine gunner was startled for an instant, his eyes widened, as if realizing something, he immediately dropped the machine gun in his hand, and was about to flee for his life.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, the ultra-high decibels almost shattered the eardrums of the US machine gunners, and the vacated fire cloud submerged him in countless shrapnel.

In an instant, even the heavy machine gun was blown into the air, and then fell powerlessly to the ground, with a little flame still burning on the muzzle.

Although the remaining U.S. troops still gritted their teeth and persisted, they couldn't help but feel a little worried when they saw the tragic situation just now.

Even some American soldiers who were close had shrapnel embedded in their bodies. Although the pain was unbearable, they could only deal with it briefly and continue fighting.

They understood that if these volunteers were not suppressed, they might not be able to get rid of death when they rushed over, so they might as well resist desperately and fight for the last chance of survival.

But soon, their hope of life gradually disappeared, and several extremely accurate rockets locked on their machine guns again.

Although these U.S. troops have been prepared for a long time, how can it be so easy to transfer the bulky machine guns directly, not to mention that the speed of people can't match the speed of rocket launches.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of continuous explosions, all the machine guns that the U.S. military relied on were blown into the air, and the U.S. troops who survived by chance also fell to the ground, struggling in pain. Obviously, even if they did not die temporarily, they would die soon.

"It's just a few American devils who have blocked us for so long, kill them all quickly, let's go to support the company commander, be quick, don't lose the face of our running platoon!"

In order to speed up the assault, Lei Gong directly used some of the rockets at the bottom of the pressure box, regardless of whether he felt distressed or not.

The [-]th Interlude Company went so deep into the enemy's rear that logistical supplies had already become a big problem. Although the bullets could still be supported by war, things like rocket shells were really stretched.

If it weren't for Wu Qianli's safety, these stocks were originally intended to be kept at the headquarters of the First Marine Division against the United States, and used in a quick attack.

Just when Lei Gong led the artillery platoon to kill all the US troops in the rear, Wu Qianli was under tremendous pressure.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Wu Qianli gritted his teeth and aimed at the US military's feet, shooting frantically. Many bullets slowly rose due to the recoil, and instead hit the US military's chest.

However, the U.S. military obviously did not charge rashly, but formed a formation of skirmishers, deployed directly on the white and heavy snow, braving the hail of bullets from the assault platoon, and kept approaching.

"These American devils are very smart. They knew that it would be the most cost-effective to break out from here. It's a pity that we don't have any soft persimmons in the seventh interlude."

Wu Qianli scolded the U.S. military a few words bitterly. The submachine gun in his hand had been hit until the barrel was slightly red, and even the tiger's mouth where he was holding the gun was a little numb from the shock, and there were some small wounds that were not easy to detect. .

There were no bunkers in the empty white snow field. At most, the flesh and blood of the corpses of the companions were used to resist some bullets. The assault platoon's original offensive posture was suppressed by the US military and turned into a passive defense.

"Oh Miller, we'd better act fast, or we'll be self-defeating."

William was very careful to hear that the gunshots behind had gradually quieted down, and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was in charge of the rear, and the US military was about to be overwhelmed.

If it continues like this, I am afraid that they will shorten the distance by themselves, and instead be completely surrounded by the volunteers. On the contrary, they will fulfill the wish of the volunteers for a quick battle.

"The volunteers are about to be recruited. If you still want to go back for Christmas alive, go ahead and fight your way!"

After listening to William's words, Miller, an American military officer, took it very seriously, and didn't bother to say anything more about the emptiness of fighting for freedom and peace, and directly yelled at his subordinates with a gloomy face.

When the American soldiers heard this, their eyes instantly lit up with fierce fighting spirit, or in other words, it was the desire to survive.

At the same time, when they heard that they had to go home for Christmas by killing blood, many American soldiers also felt a trace of sadness and anger in their hearts.

At the beginning, they regarded General MacArthur as the god of war, and they said that they would rush the volunteers back to the Yalu River and take them to the victorious squad so that they could return home for Christmas.

But now this group of volunteers, who were said to be dressed in rags and held fire sticks, actually broke through them. The two lines of defense guarded by heavy US soldiers were about to reach the feet of the Eastern Front Chasing High Command.

"This gang of damn volunteers, damn demons, my God, please bless your believers."

A U.S. military sergeant was thinking silently in his heart, while holding the mentality of living to death, preparing to charge the volunteers.

"boom!"

At the moment when the U.S. sergeant got up, a cloud of blood splashed across his chest, and he felt his beating heart was hit hard by something, and then his eyes spun and he fell heavily on the ground .

Wisps of white smoke dissipated from the muzzle of Ping He's gun, but he didn't even take a look to see if the US sergeant had died before he pointed his gun at other US soldiers.

"Throw!"

Wu Wanli roared with a hoarse throat, then bit off the tabs of the two grenades, paused for two seconds, and threw them directly over the US military.

"boom!"

The grenade had just reached the mid-air of the U.S. military, and before it fell completely, it exploded instantly. Countless flying shrapnel directly tore apart the bodies of several nearby U.S. troops with the largest killing radius.

Looking at the speed of the US attack, it slowed down for another five thousand miles, but there was not much joy on his face, but his brows were frowned.

He and the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company who were disguised as the advancing US army were the closest group of people to the enemy, but now only two or three soldiers are left dead.

And the distance of the U.S. military was getting closer and closer to them. He could even vaguely see a trace of frost hanging on the beard of the U.S. military officer Miller.

"Brother, tell me, I should be considered a real battle hero now."

Wu Wanli squeezed the slightly cold grenade in his arms, glanced at Wu Qianli's direction, and murmured softly, but a few tears appeared in his eyes.

Of course he didn't want to die. He heard that he was beaten to pieces by American bullets, and he couldn't even stuff his intestines back. He could only let the vitality of his body disappear a little bit. That must be a very painful thing.

In addition, he hasn't returned home to honor his good parents, and he hasn't been able to see it with his own eyes. Wu Qianli said it would be a good day to eat braised pork.

"But I'm not afraid of death. Come on, the American devils will die with you at worst."

Wu Wanli gritted his teeth and said harsh words, while clenching the grenade tightly. At the same time, he looked at the US military with red eyes, revealing a trace of death will.

He had already fired all the bullets from the gun, and his body was pressed against the icy snow. Countless bullets exploded slightly near him, and many snow particles were blown away on his body.

"Rush to the past at the fastest speed, without leaving any alive!"

Miller, an American officer, glanced at Wu Wanli and several soldiers standing in the middle of the battlefield, and gave an order as if he were looking at some ants.

However, just when Wu Wanli was about to pull the grenade ring and rush to the vicinity of the US troops to die with them at the fastest speed, the firepower of the rear assault platoon suddenly became more violent.

Many U.S. troops who had just stood up and rushed over were torn apart by bullets and killed instantly before they could react to the sudden increase in firepower.

"There's no need to save bullets anymore, just pour them all out. By then, these US troops will be our source of ammunition supplies."

While coaxing loudly, Wu Qianli frantically pulled the trigger. Even though the barrel of the submachine gun in his hand was so red that it was burning hot, he didn't care about the risk of exploding, and poured bullets at the U.S. military desperately. .

The other fighters in the assault platoon were basically the same, even some wounded who were physically injured were gritting their teeth and insisting on shooting at the US troops.

But the Seventh Interspersed Company has already cut off the logistics supplies of the Volunteer Army, so the soldiers don't have a lot of ammunition. Just covered by such a dense bullet firepower net for a few minutes, the U.S. military was pinned down and unable to move. .

However, as time went by, the bullets like the death sickle gradually became thinner after harvesting the lives of another wave of American soldiers.

Many soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company silently put their bayonets on the Garand rifles after firing the last bullet in their guns, waiting for the final desperate fight.

During the interval when the U.S. military was suppressed by the hail of bullets, Wu Wanli and the soldiers of the Qimi No. [-] Interspersed Company also took the opportunity to move back a short distance, and at the same time mounted their bayonets, ready to be the first to charge up.

The countless gleaming bayonets revealed a slight coldness under the reflection of the faint sunlight, and the bayonet in Wu Qianli's hand was even more stained with the blood of too many American soldiers, which gave off a reddish color that could not be washed off.

However, Miller, an American military officer, looked coldly at the seventh interspersed soldier who had a good bayonet, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He has never seen what it was like before the [-]th Interlude Company, but based on his consistent experience, the US military has the physical advantage of the Caucasians and often has an advantage in the stabbing, not to mention their numbers are larger than the opponents. need more.

But just as he was about to order a direct hand-to-hand battle with the soldiers of the interspersed company in the area, he was indeed stopped by the American officer William on the side.

"Don't rush to rush, they must have run out of bullets, we will use firepower to kill and kill their vital forces as much as possible."

Although the US military officer William also believed that they would have the upper hand in military combat, since there is an opportunity, why not reduce some unnecessary casualties in this way.

So when the soldiers of the assault platoon had no more bullets to fight back, the U.S. military put on a massacre posture and frantically poured bullets in the direction of the assault platoon.

However, this situation did not last long. As an officer of the US military, Miller suddenly noticed that the gunshots of the US troops behind him had completely stopped.

"Don't wait any longer, the whole army rushed over immediately, and assassinated all the yellow-skinned monkeys waiting to be slaughtered on this snowy field!"

While roaring, the US military officer Miller raised his bayonet and took the lead in rushing over, hitting Wu Wanli, who was the closest, head-on.

　Thanks to the people of Shiming for the monthly vote, thank you for leaving it, I am no longer young, the rebellious boy among the bookworms, holding a long tassel to bind the dragon, a reed alone in the river, the people of Shiming, the bone head, the old man voted

　　
　
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