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Chapter 89 The U.S. Army's Line of Defense Collapses (Please Subscribe!)
The diffuse gunpowder smoke scorched the bunkers of the U.S. defense line. Behind the courtyard wall riddled with bullets, wounded U.S. soldiers were silently dressing themselves.

In order to boost morale, U.S. military commander Wilson pulled out most of the troops in the defense line, counter-charged and killed them, leaving only some old and weak soldiers in the defense line.

In the dark, Ping He slowly raised the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and the crosshairs of the optical sight were facing an American sergeant stationed on the line of defense.

The machine guns on the U.S. defense line, which used to be majestic, basically had no defenses against the soldiers of the [-]th Penetrating Company behind them. Pinghe locked his valuable targets on these low-level U.S. non-commissioned officers.

"To deal with these old, weak and remnant soldiers of the U.S. military, there is no need for us to make such a big commotion and let comrades bayonet."

Wu Qianli held Pinghe's muzzle, pressed down slowly, and said with a smile.

Yu Congrong had just attracted the U.S. troops out, and Wilson didn't have much distance to chase and kill the U.S. troops with him.

If the U.S. military found out that the chrysanthemums in the rear line of defense had been stabbed at this time, they would definitely turn around and counterattack immediately.

At that time, relying on the twenty or so reconnaissance platoon soldiers beside Wu Qianli, how could they hold such a large position.

Even if Yu Congrong led the firepower assault platoon to hunt down and annihilate the US military, it would only hurt them, and it would not be able to achieve the goal of the system mission to completely collapse the US defense line.

Under Wu Qianli's order, a gleaming bayonet was installed on the Garand rifle they replaced.

"According to the original mission team, it was changed to an assassination team. Each team is responsible for two positions. After 3 minutes, quickly annihilate the US military and gain the dominance of the US defense line."

While Wu Qianli said in a low voice, he wiped the military thorns with dark red luster with his military cotton clothes.

The twenty or so soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon nodded one after another, divided into eight teams of three, and headed towards various positions, killing them silently.

However, the soldiers on the American positions didn't notice it. At most, they sorted out the belts and the guns in their hands, and then fell silent.

Many wounded with missing arms and broken legs stared blankly at the battlefield strewn with corpses, apparently having lost the combat vigor of the elite aces of the U.S. military.

"Use the God-level Concealment Experience Card."

Wu Qianli murmured silently in his heart, and the system's reward bonus immediately took effect.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon scattered felt that their only faint voices when they stepped on the snow were concealed, and everyone's aura seemed to be restrained a lot.

Although the U.S. military positions are always filled with old and weak soldiers with low morale, Wu Qianli does not dare to slack off in the slightest. Their numbers are inherently a disadvantage, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

"There is still about 1 minute..."

Wu Qianli silently looked at the watch in his hand that was obscured by snow and mist, and muttered to himself.

At this moment, Wu Qianli had already led two soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon to touch the back of the US military in a position.

The distance was so close that Wu Qianli could already clearly see a dent in the fine lines of the helmet on the US military's head that had been blown up by grenade fragments.

But he was still wearing a white cloak, and he was lying on the snow. He was waiting, and he would wait until the time of about 3 minutes was up before making a move.

In this way, the originally planned reconnaissance platoon fighters can cause the greatest damage to the US military at the first time.

And if the time is staggered too much, the U.S. military in other positions will definitely notice the abnormality and become alert, and the advantage of this surprise attack will be greatly weakened.

"It's now, do it now!"

Wu Qianli turned his fist into a palm, and slashed down hard into the air in front of him, which represented a fighting gesture to attack immediately.

Wu Qianli took the lead in targeting the American veterans who were on guard on the ground, and stepped forward quickly.

The bayonet in his hand had a slightly upward slanting arc, and it stabbed fiercely at the back chest of the American veteran.

The American veteran was carefully observing the situation ahead, but the next second his chest was pierced by a bayonet with a huge impact, and the splashed blood stained the white snow under his feet.

"There are enemies..."

The U.S. military veteran was about to use his last strength to pick up his gun and pull the trigger to be on guard.

However, Wu Qianli twisted the military thorn in his hand to the right, and his beating heart lost its vitality after struggling for a few seconds.

Other U.S. troops who reacted wanted to resist, and some were blocked by two other soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon.

Some were directly kicked over by Wu Qianli's fierce kick, and the shining bayonet fell from the sky, piercing the heart of the American soldier fiercely, killing him.

In just twenty seconds, all the U.S. troops in a small position were wiped out.

At the same time, the other assassination teams also harvested the lives of [-] to [-] American soldiers with their hands up and down, and the splashed blood stained the scorched courtyard wall with a touch of bright red.

"Fuck you! Damn the volunteer army sneak attack!"

A U.S. sergeant who survived by chance looked at these ghosts in white cloaks, and then at the dozens of U.S. corpses on the ground, burning with anger.

At this moment, the U.S. military was already at a disadvantage in terms of military power on the ground, so he didn't care about any accidental injuries. He picked up the submachine gun on the side in an instant, aimed it in the direction of Wuqianli, and was about to pull the trigger.

"boom--"

A slightly weak gunshot rang out, and the US sergeant looked at the blood hole pierced through his chest, and fell down slowly in disbelief.

Wu Qianli slowly put down the Colt M1911 pistol in his hand, and the fine white smoke from the muzzle had not dissipated.

Just now he pulled out the pistol at his waist at a speed of a few tenths of a second, and only then was he able to deal with the American soldier in an instant.

When fighting in close combat on the US military positions, powerful and intelligent submachine guns and rifles are rarely used because of fear of accidentally injuring teammates.

However, the pistol, which has weak kinetic energy and is not easy to penetrate Perfect Army's body, and continues to fly bullets, has become a sharp weapon in close combat.

"Clear out all the American devils on the battlefield, and make up for those who are not completely dead or pretending to be dead."

Wu Qianli spoke to the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon in a deep voice, ordering himself to join the ranks.

A few minutes later, more than 70 old and weak soldiers on the US defense line were all wiped out by them.

This U.S. position that Yu Congrong and others had attacked for a long time had not been captured, but now it was occupied by more than [-] people from Wu Qianli and others.

"Company commander, the American devils who rushed out, I'm afraid they will soon notice something is wrong and withdraw."

"Also, reinforcements from the American devils may also arrive. We can't stay here for too long, otherwise we may be flanked by the U.S. army, and we won't be able to escape even if we want to."

After occupying the position, Ping He didn't have much joy on his face. Instead, he frowned and calmly analyzed the situation on the battlefield at the moment.

"I know the risks involved, but this is a great opportunity."

"But if we give up now and try to break through this line of defense later, I don't know how many comrades will be killed or injured."

Wu Qianli's face was frozen to the point of ashen, but he still clenched his fists, determined to take the risk and stay first.

"Everyone put aside the rifles and submachine guns in their hands, each of them found a machine gun, and blocked the way for the American devils to retreat. When they approached, let them have a good drink."

As Wu Qianli spoke, he helped up an American M1919A6 heavy machine gun that had been dropped aside.

With his red and swollen hands, he patted the ice and snow covering the air hole of the machine gun, and placed it in the middle of the US military's retreat route.

Although it is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of the number of troops, he believes that only these two dozen machine guns can absolutely block the route of all US troops retreating back.

If he is given enough time, it is not impossible to cooperate with Yu Congrong to wipe out this large US army.

You must know that in the Battle of Guadalcanal in the Pacific War, American soldier John Basilone wiped out nearly 2000 Japanese troops with two machine guns.

Wu Qianli led the reconnaissance platoon to capture the US position, and was waiting for the US military to retreat and hit the gun, the US frontline commander Wilson also noticed something was wrong.

Although the group of volunteers in front of them seemed to have lost their helmets and armor, some soldiers could even pretend to be panicked on their faces.

But the speed of their retreat seemed to have been prepared long ago, and they couldn't catch up no matter what, and none of them ran in the wrong direction.

"The rocket bombarded the last round, and immediately returned to the position."

Wilson looked at the rabbit-like volunteer army with frowning eyes, and shook his head helplessly, preparing to retreat.

"call out--"

"call out--"

A dozen or so rockets flew towards the rear of Yu Congrong and the others along a precise trajectory with a trace of white exhaust.

"boom!"

The huge explosion set off bursts of snow, and some unlucky fire platoon fighters were directly blown aside.

When the comrades-in-arms rushed up to carry the wounded away, they found that their mouths kept spitting blood, obviously it was too late.

"His grandma, let you American devils be arrogant for a while, you will suffer later, bah—"

Seeing the comrades around him sacrificed like this, Yu Congrong couldn't help itching his teeth with hatred, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm directly onto the snow beside him.

"retreat!"

Seeing the plight of the volunteers, US military commander Wilson couldn't help but a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But he did not intend to continue fighting, but directly issued an order for the entire army to retreat.

However, when the U.S. military was retreating, it was originally expected that the Volunteer Army would come back to chase and kill for a while, and the scene of forcing and fighting and retreating did not appear.

Instead, Yu Congrong continued to retreat with the soldiers of the fire platoon and the assault platoon, and opened a short distance from them.

"This group of tenacious volunteers, could they be repelled like this?"

Wilson was not happy at the first moment, but a lot of doubts appeared in his heart, but he still decided to hurry up and retreat. It would be safer to return to the position than it is now.

The American soldiers looked at the volunteer army retreating like a tide, and they didn't have as many thoughts as Wilson. They all showed expressions of relief and surprise, and some even cheered softly.

However, before they were happy for a long time, someone suddenly pricked up their ears sharply and widened their eyes, as if they heard some terrible voice.

"Not good! This is the shelling of the Volunteers, and they are about to lie down!"

The U.S. military, who was the first to react, roared loudly, trying to put their companions on guard.

"call out--"

"call out--"

The shells with a beautiful parabola crossed the sky, and the sound of tearing the air was like the roar of a wild beast, directly drowning out the sound of the US military's tearing roar.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The fast-falling artillery shells exploded under the feet of the US troops in an instant, and the gorgeous and hot flames swallowed countless US troops in an instant, and the flying shrapnel tore their fragile bodies.

"Boom! Give me a hard bang! These bastard-raised American devils, let them be arrogant and lurk for so long, but I will be suffocated."

Lei Gong shook off the snow covering his body, stared viciously at the U.S. troops covered by flames and gunpowder smoke, and then ordered the artillery platoon to bombard quickly.

The crisp sound of the firing pin of the mortar was heard endlessly, and the shells shot up into the sky, holding the U.S. troops firmly in place and unable to move.

Just now, Lei Gong's artillery platoon was concealed as if it was shot out of shells, just for the sake of killing a large number of US troops at this moment.

After all, their artillery shells are not so abundant and can be directly used for bombardment, and the effect of the US troops on the ground must not be very good.

After the three rounds of shelling ended, Wilson got up from a place that had been blown into a snow pit in embarrassment, coughed violently, and commanded the troops to retreat immediately.

The soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company, who were pretending to be retreating just now, followed the last extended charge of artillery fire, and had already approached to a position not far from them.

The Seventh Interspersed Company, which has undergone rigorous training, has been able to reach the unique position of the most elite of the entire Ninth Army in terms of artillery deployment coordination.

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

Yu Congrong personally carried a Browning machine gun and charged forward while shooting at the U.S. troops.

His chest ached from the huge recoil, but he still gritted his teeth, and with the fearless comrades behind him, he assumed a posture of wanting to leave the U.S. military on this snowy field.

The panicked U.S. troops had just recovered from the shelling just now, and a large number of soldiers from the Seventh Interlude Company appeared in the black smoke that slowly dissipated.

Many U.S. soldiers collapsed on the spot, throwing the guns in their hands in place, and ran directly to the position behind them as if they wished to grow two pairs of legs.

At the beginning, US military commander Wilson wanted to stabilize the formation and establishment, and retreat while fighting.

Until Yu Congrong had come close, he also gave up his illusions, and took a small number of American soldiers who still maintained their fighting will, and slowly retreated while shooting.

"His grandma, don't let them go back to the turtle shell, and leave all these American devils behind!"

Yu Congrong didn't know that Wu Qianli had taken down the US military position at this moment, and he only wanted to wipe out the large US army in front of him.

In order to keep these American devils behind, Yu Congrong even took a small number of soldiers from the [-]th Interlude Company who rushed to the front, regardless of some American troops who had given up resistance, and went to kill the densely populated American troops at Wilson.

"what?"

Seeing that Yu Congrong and others were so arrogant that they went directly in front of them, and they didn't care about them at all, the mentality of a small number of fleeing U.S. troops exploded instantly.

In fact, if the U.S. military fights back again now, maybe with good luck, Yu Congrong can make dumplings. After Yu Congrong's death, maybe the U.S. military still has a chance to come back.

But at this moment, the elite of the so-called First Division of the U.S. Marine Corps no longer had much will to resist, and just kept retreating.

However, they didn't know that on the line of defense that they regarded as their hope of survival, countless machine gun muzzles had already blocked their retreat route in a murderous manner.

(End of this chapter)