The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 85 Entering the U.S. Army Command Post
"boom--"

"boom--"

Under the urging of Lei Gong, the soldiers of the artillery platoon stuffed the mortar shells into the muzzle at the fastest speed. With the crisp sound of the mortar hitting the needle, countless shells flew into the sky with a trace of white smoke .

"call out--"

"boom!"

Numerous small black dots with the murderous look of death crossed the beautiful parabolic curve and smashed hard at the feet of the US military.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't it mean that the volunteers were still blocked from the first line of defense!"

A US military officer couldn't help roaring angrily as he looked at the clouds of fire flying around him and the corpses of the US soldiers that had been blown up.

However, before he could finish complaining, a rapidly falling mortar shell exploded not far from his position.

Although the shrapnel was blocked by the bodies of some unlucky American soldiers, the huge shock wave pushed him to the ground directly.

The huge sound wave of the bomb made his ears buzz non-stop. He shook his head vigorously to wake up the slightly blurred scene in front of him.

"Hurry up and send the messenger to inform General Smith, and he will decide what to do next."

After the well-trained US military officer finished speaking, he simply lay down on the spot, relying on the bunker in front of him, and fired two shots from time to time.

However, the artillery platoon of the seventh interspersed company seemed determined to shoot up all the shells accumulated these days. Round after round of bombing shells, they tirelessly landed near the US military.

"His grandma's, there's no need to save any more, I'll release them all desperately. Before, our artillery platoon charged like their firepower platoon, wasn't it just for this moment."

In order to let his subordinates hear his voice amidst the sound of gunfire, Lei Gong exposed the veins on his neck and coaxed angrily.

It not only reveals infinite murderous intent, but also wants these shells to hit the heads of American soldiers with the resentment they have accumulated before.

When the soldiers of the artillery platoon heard Lei Gong's words, their movements in their hands accelerated a lot. They also held the same breath in their hearts, and desperately took the shells that they had treasured before as treasures, and headed towards the US military positions as if they didn't want money. pouring.

Under such a cold, windy and icy world, the barrels of many mortar guns can be beaten red and hot by the artillery platoon fighters.

But the soldiers of the artillery platoon didn't care about the service life of the mortar and the risk of bombing, and they kept firing the shells at a faster speed.

"Oh, God, if it weren't for the fact that they are attacking us now, I would almost wonder if this group of volunteers are actually volunteers."

The U.S. military officers guarding the front line looked at the sky, still flying into the air, and the shock artillery shells rising and falling to their feet, couldn't help but cursed secretly.

The agreed-upon poor tactics are interspersed with firepower coverage. When did the Volunteer Army's troops fight this kind of rich and oily battle?
Even the signal soldiers they wanted to send back to inform General Smith several times were killed alive. When the US military officers wanted to send people to report again, no one dared to move.

As a veteran soldier who has been fighting for half his life, Lei Gong will do some tactical extensions after bombing a round of US military positions to ensure that the front line of the US military is cut off from the internal connection of the command post.

Under several rounds of intensive artillery bombardment, the American soldiers on the front line simply put their guns down and lay down behind the bunker, covering their ears, waiting for the shelling to end.

It's no wonder they are passive and idle. If you were bombarded by artillery fire for a long time, but you could only hit the air when you fired your gun, I'm afraid you would also think of doing the same.

However, when the U.S. military was tortured by indiscriminate bombing, no one noticed that Lei Gong, who was in the artillery platoon, made a quick attack gesture to Yu Congrong who was not far away.

"His grandma, after letting the comrades who run the platoon bombard them for so long, they have finally had enough of their addiction. Now it's my turn to act."

Yu Congrong instantly became energetic, and while talking, he made the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon get ready.

"call out--"

"boom!"

Another round of mortar shells roared wantonly. At this time, Yu Congrong didn't even wait for the shells to explode, so he rushed over with the soldiers of the firepower platoon and assault platoon.

There was no soul-stirring charge horn, or even a cry of killing to vent their emotions. The soldiers of the two platoons just like this, silently but quickly approaching the position of the US troops.

When the sound of bombing stopped completely, the American soldiers on the front line patted the snow particles on their bodies one by one. warning sound.

"The volunteers are coming up, get ready for battle, don't slack off, hurry up!"

Not long after the bombing ended, the US military officer took out his binoculars to look at the situation in the distance.

However, not far away before the gunpowder smoke completely cleared, the figures of countless soldiers from the Seventh Interlude Company approached their positions.

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

Before the U.S. military could organize an effective defense and counterattack, Yu Congrong took the lead in pulling the trigger. Other soldiers in the front row also used their submachine guns and machine guns to shoot frantically towards the densely populated U.S. troops.

Countless bullets formed long tongues of flame, piercing through the still undispelled gunpowder smoke, and hitting the bodies of American soldiers.

The troops of the First Division of the U.S. Marine Corps can be called elite. Under such a sudden attack, there are still many U.S. troops poking their heads out and pouring firepower at the volunteers who rushed up.

Many US machine gunners were killed by the shell just now, and the US military climbed directly to the position behind the machine gun, gritted their teeth and pulled the trigger.

Many of them lay on the ground, and there were still stumps or blood clots of the US military, but at this moment, the US military only had enemies in their eyes and didn't care about them at all.

"His grandma, if you are afraid of death, don't be a soldier of our Seventh Interlude Company. Why don't you charge up now and wait to be killed by the bullets of the American devils?"

While shouting, Yu Congrong rushed to the front with a machine gun in his hand. The distance between them and the U.S. military was not much, and the surprise on the U.S. soldiers' faces could be clearly seen in this charge.

Many soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company were suppressed by the sudden counterattack of the US military just now, so they couldn't help slowing down their charge.

When they saw Yu Congrong, who rushed to the front, a flash of shame flashed across his face, and they immediately quickened their pace, shouting and rushing forward to kill.

But the real battlefield is very cruel. Although the elite soldiers of the [-]st U.S. Marine Division were shocked by the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company, they still stood behind the bunker without hesitation and poured out the bullets fiercely.

Many of the soldiers of the Seventh Penetrating Company who were halfway through the charge were pierced through their bodies by the bullets that flew in suddenly, and fell heavily in a pool of blood.

But soon there were new soldiers stepping directly on his body, and rushed forward without fear. However, unlike the Japanese army's pig rush charge on the Pacific battlefield, the skirmish formation of the soldiers of the Seventh Interspersed Company greatly weakened the US army lethality.

More importantly, the elites of the U.S. Marine Division [-] suddenly discovered that the firepower they used to be proud of was now at a comprehensive disadvantage.

These volunteers, whom they jokingly called in the past with junk, now all carry American weapons, and they are all submachine guns and machine guns.

Imagine dozens of submachine guns or machine guns roaring together.

The overwhelming bullets even directly smashed some courtyard wall bricks attached by the US military, and countless small stones splashed on their heads, causing them to swell up with small red envelopes.

It wasn't long before the elite of the U.S. military gritted their teeth and resisted desperately, and was once again overwhelmed by such powerful firepower that they couldn't hold their heads up.

No matter how elite they are, they are helpless in the face of such intensive firepower coverage.

What's more, they were unprepared and consumed a lot of vitality by the shells of the [-]th Interspersed Company. With the current remnant army, neither morale nor firepower could match the [-]th Interspersed Company.

"retreat!"

While shouting, the US military officer coughed violently a few times.

He who had enjoyed the peace of the rear command post for so long was now choked by the dense gunpowder smoke.

He had no intention of fighting a hand-to-hand battle with these tiger-like volunteers, so he could only cover the wound on his left arm and slowly retreat with the remaining elite US troops.

In the panic, they could barely stabilize their formation and retreat while fighting, but despite this, they were still harvested by the powerful firepower of the [-]th Interlude Company on the way to retreat, leaving behind dozens of corpses.

Just when the U.S. troops on the periphery of the U.S. Eastern Front High Command were killed by the Seventh Interlude Company and collapsed, Smith, who was at the innermost part of the command post, also walked out of the door in surprise, looking at the gunpowder smoke in the distance, slightly dazed.

"Damn it, what unit of the Volunteer Army is launching the attack outside, how many people are there, and how did they get here?"

Hearing the dense gunfire in the distance, Smith came back to his senses a little, and immediately asked a series of questions, with a little anger in his eyes.

"Sir, according to the latest front-line battle report, the large volunteer army is still blocked from the first line of defense, even the second line of defense, and our peripheral security forces have not received any warning."

"And... even the frontline, which is currently fighting with the volunteers, failed to send a communication soldier to inform the basic situation."

The adjutant next to Smith thought about it, and slowly opened his mouth after helping to sort out the combat information recently, but every time he said a word, Smith's face turned darker, and in the end his voice became smaller and smaller, almost disappearing generally.

"Why don't you say that this army was appointed by God and came down from the sky!"

Smith stared at the adjutant beside him who lowered his head and roared loudly, a splatter of saliva stuck to the adjutant's face.

Not long ago, the front line was in an emergency, and he urgently dispatched some of the security forces stationed at the Wulaoli command post to support the front line. Now the command post is only in charge of security. There are only more than 800 US troops.

After all, at that time, Smith thought that the highest command post on the Eastern Front, surrounded by 10,000+ heavily armed elite U.S. troops, would be impenetrable and impossible to be attacked by the volunteers, but now...

"The volunteer army that can infiltrate is definitely only a small group of troops, and these bombings should be the biggest movement they can make."

Smith took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and analyzed calmly.

"If that's the case, the most they can do with their strength is to create panic for us or interfere with our judgment of the battlefield situation."

Smith took it for granted that the seventh interspersed with the combat objectives of the conclusion.

He didn't expect that the real goal of Wu Qianli and the Seventh Interlude Company was to destroy him, the highest command post on the Eastern Front, and capture him alive.

"Immediately mobilize the heavy artillery in the command post to violently bombard the peripheral troops. In addition, the tank troops circled behind them. We must encircle and annihilate them, these hateful mice, and never let a single person go!"

Smith was very annoyed and threatened to order, although he was a little confused by the sudden attack and was very angry at this humiliation.

But he still maintained his caution and caution, and immediately used the heavy artillery and tanks in the command post.

However, if Smith knew that the heavy artillery and tanks he had placed high hopes on had been loaded with explosives by Wu Qianli who had lurked inside, he would probably faint from anger on the spot.

"Company Commander, the explosives are almost ready. It's a pity that these good weapons and tanks are lost. If they can be used by our army..."

Ping He looked at the tanks and cannons loaded with explosives, and shook his head with some regret, but he was amused by himself halfway through the conversation, how could they take these tanks and cannons away.

"Okay, don't be in a hurry to detonate it right away. I guess the US military should have sent people over by now. When their people enter here, the American devils will be wiped out in the explosion flames along with the tanks and cannons."

Wu Qianli smiled slightly, and finally let go of a big stone in his heart. He patted Ping He's shoulder, noticed the wound on Ping He's body, and could only sigh slowly.

With the current situation, of course, there is no way to treat Pinghe's wound properly, and he can only wait until after the war, if he has a chance to survive.

At this moment, Wu Qianli keenly heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer outside. The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon hid in a relatively safe position, but the U.S. troops did not come in.

"How is the situation on the front line, the number of volunteers and the firepower equipment, roughly how it is."

The U.S. military officer with a small support force outside asked quickly when he saw the U.S. soldiers rushing back from the front line.

"The first line of defense has completely collapsed. The firepower of the Volunteers is very fierce. You must be careful. I will report the basic situation to General Smith as soon as possible."

Naming, the signal soldier who was running back from the front line, pushed the American officer away while talking, and ran towards the interior of the command post.

The U.S. military officer with the supporting troops, with a trace of solemnity on his face, immediately quickened his pace and rushed forward.

"Pinghe, you lead some people to hide here, and find the most suitable time to blow up these tanks and cannons. So after destroying these heavy US military firepower, you lead your own people to create chaos inside the US military command post."

Wu Qianli looked into Pinghe's eyes, and asked quite seriously.

"A few more comrades who are not afraid of death, come with me!"

As Wu Qianli spoke, he picked up his submachine gun, led a few soldiers, and quietly followed behind the communication soldier who was rushing to the command post.

(End of this chapter)