The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 91 The Fall of the U.S. Command Post (Please Subscribe!)
"Da da da da da da da da..."

Regardless of the explosions around him, Wu Qianli swung the ammunition belt, and frantically poured heavy machine gun bullets at the US troops in front of him.

However, some soldiers in the US security battalion fought desperately to a position only tens of meters away from the position in order to survive, and threw the grenade in their hands fiercely towards the position five thousand miles away.

"clang--"

One of the small black spots fell on the Browning machine gun and bounced off, making a crisp sound.

Wu Qianli had a quick eye, and continued to pull the trigger with one hand, and put his chest against the butt of the gun, so as not to let the recoil affect the upward tilt of the muzzle.

The other hand directly grabbed the grenade emitting white smoke, and quickly threw it back.

"boom!"

The grenade was quickly thrown into the air, and it exploded before it could fall. The shrapnel ejected by the shock wave instantly tore apart the bodies of two American soldiers nearby.

The remaining surviving U.S. soldiers wanted to repeat the same trick. They were all bloody and bloody from the machine gun bullets fired, and fell on the red-stained snow on the spot.

"Continue to charge, what are you waiting for, their strength is damaged, it is already at the end of their strength."

While gritting his teeth and waving his fists, Wilson roared to let the American soldiers below charge up a few more rounds.

But he soon found out in embarrassment that the remaining surviving American soldiers refused to bump into the dozen or so machine gun fire snakes, and all lay on the spot without moving.

"Okay, Supervising Team, take these dares..."

Wilson angrily pulled out his pistol and loaded it. He was still saying threatening words, but in the middle of the sentence, he swallowed the rest wisely.

I saw the nearby American soldiers looking at him with cloudy and angry eyes.

The other part of the American soldiers also looked indifferent, looking at him without the respect they used to have.

Wilson put down the pistol he was holding tightly, and sighed a little helplessly.

The biting cold wind was blowing the wound on his leg, and the gushing blood had solidified under the low temperature, revealing a reddish-brown color, and the exposed bone felt like a knife-like pain under the effect of the cold wind.

"His grandma, these American devils are dying, don't give them a chance to breathe, let me kill them all!"

Yu Congrong felt that the American soldiers seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and even the sound of counterattack gunfire was much weaker, and he was instantly overjoyed.

While charging with a Thomson submachine gun, he kept shooting at the bodies of the American soldiers, and the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon also rushed up like wolves and tigers.

In this way, the helpless U.S. security battalion only had to send troops, and began to use firepower to suppress the soldiers of the seventh interspersed company charging from the rear, but they also lost the possibility of continuing to charge towards the original position.

"Grenade!"

When Yu Congrong led the soldiers behind him to a position only 70 meters away from the US military, he roared and shouted instantly.

The soldiers of the assault platoon below took out two grenades very skillfully, bit down the ring with their teeth, and threw them out.

While the soldiers of the assault platoon were throwing grenades, the soldiers of the fire platoon used their machine guns and submachine guns to crazily suppress the U.S. troops' outcropping counterattack.

Countless black spots fell around the American soldiers in an instant, and many of them wanted to pick up the grenade and throw it back.

However, when these US troops just touched the cold metal shell of the grenade, the deafening explosion sounded.

"boom!"

"boom!"

When the two rounds of explosions were over, the US military security battalion, which was originally strong and strong, now has only a few dozen soldiers who persisted in resisting.

The alternating firepower of grenades and submachine guns allowed Yu Congrong to lead the soldiers to the front of the U.S. troops almost without hindrance.

The exhausted and demoralized U.S. troops almost collapsed when they saw the volunteers with shining bayonets trying to fight them close.

"kill!"

Yu Congrong took the lead, and instantly kicked over an American soldier who stood up and wanted to resist. He raised the long bayonet in his hand and stabbed the American soldier's chest fiercely.

"puff--"

The aorta of the heart, which was roughly pierced, sprayed bright red blood on the nearby snow in an instant. Before the U.S. soldiers had time to wail, they tilted their heads and lost consciousness.

At this time, Wu Wanli, who had kept up with the charge, also pierced the neck of an American soldier with a bayonet in his hand, then flew him up and smashed it on the body of another American soldier.

"His grandma, why are you here if you don't stay in the artillery platoon?"

Yu Congrong stared at Wu Wanli, feeling a little angry.

"Brother Yu, I'm here to help you."

As Wu Wanli spoke, he felt a little guilty and rushed towards the other side of the American army.

"We surrender! (We surrender!)"

Although the seventh interspersed company became more and more courageous in the Vietnam War, many American soldiers no longer had the courage to pick up bayonets and continue to fight, and shouted loudly for mercy.

"Platoon leader, what birdsong are these American devils talking about!"

Tieniu, a member of the fire platoon, had just pierced the throat of an American soldier with a sharp military thorn, and asked with some doubts.

"Damn it, dead American devils can't speak bird language."

Yu Congrong dealt with the two U.S. soldiers cleanly and roared, at this time he was already a little red-eyed.

Many American soldiers who had already resisted their will were directly pierced in the chest by the wolf-like soldiers of the seventh interspersed company before they had time to raise their hands.

It's no wonder Yu Congrong and the others, in this murderous battlefield, who would have the leisure to discern what these American soldiers are thinking, direct assassination is the best solution.

"Don't kill me, please, we really surrender! (Please, don't kill us, we really surrender!)"

When Wilson saw the volunteer army who had killed him, his face changed for a second, and the bullets of his pistol shot into the sky in an instant, and he raised his hands and said loudly.

For the U.S. military, if you fired the last bullet in your gun, you were allowed to surrender, and there was nothing humiliating about it.

Seeing that Wilson had surrendered, the rest of the U.S. troops didn't have any thought of resisting any more. They all knelt down on the snow with a plop and raised their hands to beg for mercy.

"Hmph! A bunch of eggless things!"

Yu Congrong glanced contemptuously at the American soldiers kneeling on the ground, even though he couldn't understand English, he understood what it meant.

He waved his hand in disgust, and told his subordinates to put down the guns of these prisoners, and then hurriedly ran to the position, wanting to see the situation of Wu Qianli.

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

However, what Yu Congrong didn't expect was that the machine guns on the field suddenly rang again. He subconsciously ordered his men to lie down, and he himself lay on the snow, observing the situation in amazement.

"Platoon leader, what's the situation in the US military position? Although they are shooting, the bullets are all flying into the sky."

The fire platoon fighter Tieniu was also frightened by the roar of the machine gun at first.

But when he looked up, he saw that the muzzles of the machine guns on the position were all upwards, shooting bullets into the air.

"His grandma's, if you think about it with your ass, you must know something. It must be some kind of ghost idea in our company commander's mind."

Yu Congrong took a deep breath, and after confirming that the target of those machine guns was not them, he led his soldiers and slowly approached the position.

While getting closer to the position, Yu Congrong also tacitly ordered his men to shoot in mid-air, even throwing two grenades to a safe position from time to time.

"Go on and shoot, don't relax, lest you be seen as strange, then our plan will not be able to proceed."

Wu Qianli on the ground continued to pour bullets into the air while giving instructions.

Although the other reconnaissance platoon fighters were a little unclear, they probably guessed something, and pulled the triggers of their machine guns one after another.

Taking advantage of the gap just now, they on the ground turned some machine guns and weapons and ammunition to the rear direction. If the US reinforcements arrive, they can turn around and shoot in an instant.

At this time, the US reinforcements were only more than 800 meters away from the position.

"Fortunately, at least the security battalion lasted until the arrival of reinforcements and held the position. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."

Smith carefully observed with the binoculars before waving his hand to let the troops move on.

As a U.S. general who has experienced many battles, he understands how fatal mistakes are in fueling tactics on the battlefield.

Instead of sending out troops to support and leaving some people behind to protect him, it would be better to simply come out with all their strength. This way, the chances of defeating the volunteers are even greater.

As a result, all the remaining security forces in the command post, even including the staff officers and translators, took up arms and went into battle.

"General, it's better to leave the task of supporting the front line to your subordinates. It's safer for you to retreat to the headquarters."

An old officer with gray hair cautiously persuaded him, apparently worried about the situation on the battlefield.

"No need, if you defeat the Volunteer Army, you will naturally be negative. If you lose the battle, wouldn't it be safe for me to hide there?"

While straightening his collar, Smith shrugged and said very realistically.

The old officer was taken aback for a moment, speechless for a while, and didn't say anything more.

But he understands that if this last group of troops also retreats, then the highest command post on the Eastern Front will also fall completely. At that time, the entire peninsula battlefield and even the world will be shocked.

"The battle on the front line is fierce. Speed ​​up immediately and support the friendly forces. Be sure to block all these volunteers in front of the line of defense."

Smith watched with firm and sharp eyes, and the firelight reflected by the hail of bullets ahead rushed over with more than 100 heavily armed U.S. troops.

Gunshots and explosions continued continuously, and occasionally rockets bombarded the position, raising some guns and snowdrifts high. It seemed that everything was telling Smith that the situation was critical.

But when the U.S. reinforcements had approached to a distance of more than 400 meters, Smith's combat instincts, which had been cultivated in the field, told him that something was wrong.

Although the roar of gunfire and the density of grenade explosions are not a big problem.

However, one after another rocket bombs flew onto the battlefield, and only a few machine guns were blown up every time, and no American corpse was ever lifted up.

"move on! (keep going!)"

Although Smith had some concerns, he couldn't tell what the situation was. While letting his subordinates continue to move forward, he quietly fell behind the team.

"Company commander, the American devils don't seem to have noticed the clue, they have already entered the range of the machine gun."

Pinghe said to Wu Qianli in a low voice while pointing his gun into the sky.

"Don't worry, bring the U.S. troops a little closer. If you shoot now, it will be easy for them to slip away. Wait a while, and Yu Congrong and the others should also go to the battlefield."

Wu Qianli hesitated for two seconds, but decided to wait a little longer. If he couldn't hold his breath at this time, it would be too bad.

350 meters, 300 meters, 250 meters, as the U.S. military gradually approached, the senior officer in charge had already seen the backs of Wu Qianli and others who were "fighting bloody battles", and unconsciously accelerated the marching pace.

But after all, when it was within 200 meters, the U.S. military suddenly discovered that the volunteers had rushed to the position, and was shocked for an instant.

But at this time, their "friendly army" did not start fighting immediately, but turned around and clenched the machine gun placed on the other side in an instant.

"No, they are volunteers, retreat quickly and ambush among us!"

Smith, who was hiding behind and observing, suddenly saw Wu Qianli's yellow-skinned face, coupled with the muzzle of the machine gun aimed at them, he immediately understood everything.

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

The roar of the machine gun instantly covered the voice of Smith giving the military order, and the yellow fire snakes made of bullets instantly hit the bodies of the American soldiers.

"Hmm~"

The veteran U.S. officer who took the lead grunted as he was shot in the chest, and then fell down on the snowy ground. He took one last resentful look at the flames sprayed from the muzzle of the machine gun, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Retreat immediately!"

Knowing that the situation was not good, Smith didn't want to delay even a second, and quickly directed the army to retreat.

However, just as Smith got up and retreated, a series of bullets instantly blocked his way, forcing him to lie down on the snow again.

"All fight on the retreat route of the U.S. military, seal them here and don't let them escape. The U.S. military's highest command post on the Eastern Front has completely fallen, in one fell swoop!"

As Wu Qianli spoke, he adjusted his gun and fired at the soldiers behind the US army.

"Don't worry, company commander, none of these American devils will try to escape."

Yu Congrong also caught up to the position at this time, and put the submachine gun in his hand on the position very well, half-holding the machine gun, he pointed at the position behind the US army, and fired accurately.

When the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company all rushed to the position, they all divided their responsibilities and shot, intending to drag the US troops in front of them on the snow.

Some blocked the US military's retreat with machine gun fire and rockets, while others used submachine guns to shoot accurately and wipe out the effective forces of the US military.

Several U.S. soldiers wanted to get up and retreat, but in an instant, there were more than a dozen blood holes on their bodies, and they were hit by the impact of the bullets and fell backwards.

Even the cautious Smith had already arrived at the rear of the army early, but bullets hit his head and the snowdrift near his body from time to time, splashing bursts of snow particles, and the breath of death seemed to be so close to him.

"Fuck you! These hateful bastards! (These hateful bastards!)"

Smith wiped the snow particles from his face, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

He understood that if he didn't do anything at this time, once he, the supreme commander of the US military on the Eastern Front, was captured, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and ridiculed for a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)