The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 90 The US military security battalion was wiped out (please subscribe!)

Countless flying bullets scurry across the battlefield, hitting the backs of the fleeing American soldiers, splashing clouds of blood.

Yu Congrong pulled the trigger of the machine gun desperately, and the flames from the muzzle of the machine gun kept spraying, like a death sickle, harvesting the lives of the American soldiers behind Wilson.

"Rush over with me, and kill the big fish among the American devils first."

While roaring, Yu Congrong slightly put down the shot machine gun with a red barrel, bit a grenade and threw it forward.

He had long noticed this big fish who kept gathering remnants and wanted to boost the morale of the American army. Based on the idea of ​​capturing the thief first, he continued to kill in the direction of Wilson desperately.

However, Yu Congrong stared at the target in front of him regardless of left and right to fight, but unexpectedly, several guns were aimed at his body.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, an American soldier who raised his Garand rifle shot Yu Congrong very insidiously.

"His grandma, this American devil can play tricks no matter what."

Yu Congrong was charging and shooting at the same time. Feeling the danger coming, he turned his head to the side instantly.

The bullet flew past his scalp dangerously, and knocked his newly picked up steel helmet aside.

Although Yu Congrong was not hit directly, when the bullet knocked off the helmet, the huge shock caused by the impact also made his mind numb.

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

Tieniu, a soldier in the fire platoon charging closely behind Yu Congrong, immediately raised his Thomson submachine gun and fired at the attacking US troops.

In an instant, several American soldiers had blood holes in their bodies, blood gushed out continuously, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground.

"Platoon leader, we are going too deep, maybe it will be dangerous, why don't you leave this job to me, your old man retreats to the back and directs."

Tieniu, a member of the fire platoon, looked at Yu Congrong, who was leading the charge, and felt a little frightened.

It is of course a good idea to capture the king first, but if Yu Congrong is killed before he is killed in front of the US military commander, it will be a big loss.

"Fuck you, there is no turning back when you shoot the bow. If I retreat now, won't that hinder the morale of our seventh interlude company?"

Yu Congrong resolutely rejected Tieniu's proposal, and fixed his eyes on Wilson's figure.

Yu Congrong didn't know that Wu Qianli led the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon to take down the US position first.

In his opinion, he risked his life to fight, if one battle can decide the world, the probability of the US military successfully retreating to the line of defense and continuing to resist will be even smaller, and those comrades behind them will be able to sacrifice less.

"Stop him, don't let him kill you."

Wilson looked at Yu Congrong, who was red-eyed, and instantly understood who his target was, and immediately panicked and asked his soldiers to block it.

It has to be said that it is not without reason that the First U.S. Marine Division is called the ace elite of the U.S. military.

Under such circumstances, there were actually five or six American soldiers who gritted their teeth and charged back in Yu Congrong's direction.

But before they could do anything, the bullets from Yu Congrong's gun instantly tore their bodies apart.

"Damn it, why are these American devils so in the way?"

Yu Congrong killed and injured these American soldiers, but he was not at all happy. He had already pulled the trigger, and the bullets just hit Wilson.

When he looked up again, Wilson, like a rabbit, had already sprinted a short distance away, obviously full of desire to survive.

And this unit of the U.S. Army, as the ace division of the marines, experienced the first collapse, and the morale of the army slowly recovered, and began to shoot back at the rear while retreating.

Yu Congrong, who was almost out of touch with the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon, seemed extremely dangerous at this time.

Many U.S. troops focused on this target and swarmed towards Yu Congrong to kill them. One or two soldiers who followed Yu Congrong to the front fell down.

"Platoon leader, we can't catch up. Let's retreat first. If we are surrounded by the US military, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Fire platoon soldier Tieniu persuaded loudly, while pulling Yu Congrong's arm, he retreated.

"Pooh--"

Yu Congrong shook off Tieniu's hand, gave Wilson a last look unwillingly, and headed towards the comrades behind.

After running for a while, Wilson realized that the big threat behind him had disappeared, so he slowed down a little, panting heavily with sweat on his face.

"Order the soldiers to maintain their formation and retreat alternately, so as not to expose our backs to these volunteers."

Wilson wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his cuff while giving orders to the soldiers under him.

Under the influence of the desire to survive and military orders, the U.S. military quickly completed the change. If the volunteers continued to pursue aggressively, they would have to pay a lot of casualties.

But at this time, Wilson found that the group of volunteers had already opened a short distance from them.

Although they are still harvesting them with firepower, it seems that they don't intend to pursue them any further.

Most of the American soldiers who were defeated and fled secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but some veterans always felt that something was wrong.

"call out--"

"call out--"

The sound of shells tearing through the air sounded again, and the memory of fear that had not dissipated in the minds of the American soldiers was awakened, and they immediately panicked and found a place to lie down.

"boom!"

The huge explosion still directly overturned many American soldiers, and the shrapnel mercilessly cut off half of the heads of some American soldiers.

Even though the US troops who were close were not directly covered by the bombs, the powerful shock wave along the ground knocked them almost fainted, and the buzzing tinnitus could not dissipate.

Even Wilson was pierced through his thigh by a flying shrapnel. In the bright red blood, a small section of bone was exposed, which made him howl loudly in pain.

It turned out that Yu Congrong and the others kept a short distance away from the U.S. military in order to allow the forward artillery platoon to continue to function without worrying about hurting friendly troops.

At this time, Lei Gong was squinting his eyes, drawing the direction with his thumb pen, chanting some data non-stop, and the beard around his mouth was also shaking non-stop.

"Bam—"

Lei Gong personally put a mortar shell into the muzzle, and with the crisp sound of the firing pin, a mortar shell shot into the sky again.

Wilson's injury just now was his masterpiece. He first observed the unlucky American officer through a telescope, and then relied on the shells to luckily injure the target Yu Congrong wanted to kill.

"Hey, that's not right, where did that melon boy Wu Wanli go?"

Lei Gong was proudly firing cannonballs at the U.S. military positions, but suddenly found that Wu Wanli was gone, and he looked around but couldn't find him.

"I'm sorry Lei Gong, I won't be able to play much role in the artillery platoon, it's better to let me go to the front line to fight."

At this time, Wu Wanli was rushing forward with a gun in his hand, while muttering in a low voice.

After two rounds of continuous mortar shell bombardment, it gradually stopped. As the US troops continued to retreat under the artillery fire, the shells could no longer reach them.

Wilson was grinning at the wound on his thigh, while the American soldiers carrying him were running forward with great difficulty.

"It's over, the Supreme Commander on the Eastern Front may really be captured by these volunteers."

At this time, not only was the pain in Wilson's thigh stimulating his nerves, but the sense of shame in his heart was even more intense.

After dropping more than 200 more corpses, Wilson's hope of continuing to defend tended to be shattered.

Now their number is roughly the same as that of the volunteer army, but there is a huge disadvantage in terms of morale and fighting will.

Even though they continue to take risks and stay desperate to defend, there is still a [-]% chance of being able to withstand the waves of the seventh interspersed charge and win a miserable victory.

But for such a small force, they certainly don't want the top commander on the Eastern Front to bear the [-]% risk of being captured alive.

"Don't be discouraged. The shells and bullets of these volunteers are estimated to be almost used up. We return to the position and kill them in large numbers. They will definitely retreat."

Wilson shook his head vigorously, forcibly suppressing those discouraged emotions, and instead spoke loudly to encourage the soldiers below.

But it was embarrassing that all the American soldiers just lowered their heads and retreated forward like walking dead.

They are the elite aces of the U.S. military and have rich combat experience, so they responded on the battlefield where they had just recovered and fought and retreated in order to survive.

However, some of them also knew very well that when the battle reached this point, they might only be used as cannon fodder, and some of the volunteers' strength would be consumed, and then Smith would lead the army to break through.

Wilson opened his mouth in embarrassment, but didn't continue to say anything. He just wanted to go back to the battlefield and wait for it to be safe for the time being.

On the ground, Wu Qianli smoothed the ammunition chain beside him, slowly raised the muzzle of the M1917 heavy machine gun, and aimed at the approaching American figure.

"Company commander, most of these American devils are already within range, should we fight?"

Ping He also held an M1919 Browning medium machine gun and asked Wu Qianli in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the U.S. military is defenseless now. Only by putting them in and fighting again can we kill more."

Wu Qianli picked up the binoculars, observed the retreat of the US troops, and said slightly.

The fly in the ointment is that Yu Congrong and others have now given up the pressing charge and switched to trailing shooting at a distance.

Otherwise, panicked U.S. soldiers bumped into their guns, which may cause even greater casualties.

At 500 meters, 400 meters, and 300 meters, the frontmost troops of the US military were getting closer and closer, and some people even noticed that something was wrong with the quietness on the position, so they couldn't help but slow down.

"Fire!"

Accompanied by Wu Qianli's roar, more than [-] machine guns poured out bullets at the same time, and the murderous fire snakes were like a death scythe harvesting the lives of American soldiers.

The defenseless U.S. military never imagined that someone would shoot at them in what they regarded as a position of hope for survival.

All of a sudden, many soldiers were beaten to a pulp, and the US military suffered heavy casualties.

"Platoon leader, what is the U.S. military doing? Could it be internal strife, why are you firing at your own people?"

The fire platoon soldier Tieniu heard the sudden roar of machine guns and saw countless American troops falling down in an instant. He didn't realize what was going on for a while.

"His grandma, it's a big loss. Let's say it earlier, it should be our company commander who took advantage of the American devils to go out and took their position."

"Comrades follow me to kill, don't let an American devil go."

Yu Congrong's eyes lit up in an instant, and he would not let go of this great opportunity to wipe out the US security battalion, and quickly surrounded him with soldiers from the [-]th Interlude Company.

"Sir, the volunteer army is attacking from both sides. We can't go back and fight. What should we do?"

The American soldier carrying Wilson on his back simply put it back on the snow and asked the commander anxiously.

"Tell the soldiers not to be afraid, to hold on for a while, and General Smith will send reinforcements to rescue us."

Wilson was stunned at first when he saw this situation, but after being dazed for two seconds, he had a quick wit and sacrificed the last straw.

The soldiers of the US security battalion also fell down one after another after being harvested, using the corpses of their companions as cover, making a final resistance.

Listening to the foolish hope that Wilson said, they could only resign themselves to their fate. After all, the U.S. military, which was being attacked from both sides, had no direction to flee, so they simply resisted and fought for the last chance of survival.

"Bazooka! Unplug their firepower, we still have a chance to fight back."

Under Wilson's reminder, many U.S. troops loaded the last rockets and aimed at the roaring machine guns on the position.

"call out--"

"boom!"

A reconnaissance platoon soldier next to Wu Qianli was directly blown into the sky with a man and a machine gun, and then turned into a scorched corpse burned by the flames of war.

Under the rocket attack of the US military, the reconnaissance platoon soldiers on the position died one by one in the violent explosion, and after a while, only a dozen machine guns were left still roaring tenaciously.

Feeling that the firepower of the blockade had weakened slightly, the U.S. military continued to slowly advance towards the position, and the rockets fired after shortening the distance were also more accurate.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon faced the roaring US rockets, and none of them flinched. Instead, they made up their minds to die
"Give me another ten minutes, and this US security battalion will definitely be wiped out."

While manipulating the machine gun, Wu Qianli let the heavy bullets hit the American soldier's body, while praying secretly in his heart.

However, the sky failed, and Wu Qianli suddenly found that the small battle map in his mind had undergone new changes, and some densely packed small red dots were coming from the rear of the position.

It turned out that Smith heard the movement on the front line, guessed that the battle situation was critical, and sent additional reinforcements, which put Wu Qianli at this moment into a dilemma.

Seeing that the US military vigilance in front of him was about to be wiped out, but if he didn't leave, the retreating US troops and the supporting US troops would charge together, and he would be the one who was wiped out by dumplings.

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

Although Wu Qianli knew the risk of continuing to stay, he still gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with a growl.

The flames from the muzzle of the machine gun flushed his frozen purple face, and a flash of death in his eyes flashed in an instant.

From time to time, people on the battlefield were shot and injured, or even bloody and bloody from rocket bombs, but no one wanted to back down.

In order not to leave time for the U.S. military to breathe, many soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon did not even change the belts of the ammunition after they had exhausted the bullets of their machine guns.

In this way, Wu Qianli and others desperately blocked the retreat route of the US military in front, but the reinforcements of the US military were getting closer and closer to them...

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