The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 92

Countless bullets with yellow trailing tails hit around the snow field where Smith was lying on his stomach.

Snowflakes instantly rose under the impact of the bullet, and the murderous aura seemed to envelop him completely.

"Front row fire cover back row follow me back! (Front row fire cover back row follow me back!)"

Smith shook the snowflakes off his body vigorously, and gave the order through gritted teeth.

After hearing the order, some U.S. troops in the front row immediately set up the submachine guns in their hands, desperately suppressing the sprayed machine gun fire.

Seeing that the fire suppression on the position had weakened a little, the other American soldiers quickly took out an iron pipe-shaped thing from their arms and installed it on the Garand rifle.

Then they loaded grenades or small incendiary phosphorous smoke bombs on them, aimed at the roaring machine guns on the ground, and fired them out suddenly.

"呲-"

Accompanied by quite small friction sounds, countless small black dots emitting white smoke were launched near Wu Qianli and the others.

At the same time, there were a small amount of incendiary bombs that exploded in an instant, and the countless sprayed sparks, once they were stained with the military cotton clothes, they would burn unstoppably.

"what--"

A fire platoon soldier instantly ignited a small ball of flames. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but just rolled twice on the ground, but the flames didn't seem to be extinguished at all, but burned bigger and bigger.

Wu Wanli saw that his comrades in arms were suddenly suffering from the fire, and he couldn't bear it, he rushed forward immediately, wanting to help put out the fire.

"Silly boy, what are you doing? Even if you pass by now, you won't be able to save him. Instead, you will risk your own life."

Lei Gong, who had just taken the cannon platoon to the battlefield, immediately took Wu Wanli's arm and pushed him aside when he saw Wu Wanli's actions.

"Damn it, it's okay for these American devils to use N7 rifle grenades, but they even carry small white phosphorus incendiary bombs. Pooh."

When Wu Qianli heard the wailing of his comrades and felt the increasingly scorching heat around him, he instantly hated the group of American troops in front of him even more, and the machine gun spraying brass bullets in his hand couldn't help firing even faster.

The M7 grenade launcher is somewhat similar to a grenade launcher. The recoil force is not very large when fired, but there will be cases where the recoil force will cause wear and jams on the structure of the launcher and the barrel.

Therefore, the U.S. military did not use rifle grenades first when there were plenty of rockets. Now they are overwhelmed by people from five thousand miles away, so they can only fight back like this.

After the two rounds of rifle grenades from the U.S. military were fired, the position was instantly covered by successive explosions, and the raging fire became more and more intense, exuding fiery heat in the cold night.

"Retreat! (Retreat!)"

Seeing that the two rounds of attacks worked, Smith didn't feel complacent. Instead, he wanted to evacuate the U.S. army immediately, because he knew that such an advantage was only temporary.

Sure enough, when the U.S. troops retreated like a tide, Wu Qianli rushed down from the position with the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company.

The ever-spreading white phosphorus flames will surely turn the position into a sea of ​​flames.

And after the two rounds of grenade explosions just now, it is no longer possible to block the US troops who have retreated a certain distance with firepower.

"Kill it! Capture Smith alive!"

While Wu Qianli charged out of the position with a Thomson submachine gun, he was still roaring loudly.

In addition, the blood of countless American soldiers had been sprinkled on his face before, and it had solidified into a reddish brown. Looking at it from a distance, he seemed to be a god of death.

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

After some American troops were left behind, they used their submachine guns one after another, trying to block the charging route of Wu Qianli and others.

However, the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company dispersed into skirmish formations one after another, and most of the flying bullets flew into the darkness without splashing a trace of blood.

Although some bullets still hit the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company, the others who saw their companions fell did not panic at all. Instead, they accelerated their pace and continued to charge forward.

Especially Wu Qianli, who took the lead and rushed to the forefront, countless bullets whizzed past him, and the Thomson submachine gun in his hand kept spraying bullets, shooting and killing the nearest American soldiers.

"They're all monsters, a bunch of deadly monsters! (They're all monsters, a bunch of deadly monsters!)"

The U.S. soldiers behind saw that the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company, who had rushed to the position less than 100 meters away from them, immediately lost the courage to resist, and ran away one after another.

"Hahahaha, this eggless thing is nothing, and it's so stupid."

Yu Congrong wildly held a Browning medium machine gun, laughed and poured bullets at the backs of the US troops, and countless US troops who wanted to retreat fell heavily.

The surviving American soldiers, seeing the blood stained by their companions on the snowy ground when they retreated, immediately regained their composure and raised their guns, wanting to make a last-ditch effort.

"Surrender, don't kill, surrender, don't kill! (Surrender, don't kill, surrender, don't kill!)"

Wu Qianli looked at these U.S. troops who had rekindled their will to fight, and immediately pulled their throats and shouted two sentences in English to persuade them to surrender.

Those American soldiers who had just mustered up the courage to raise their guns were stunned when they heard this. After hesitating for two seconds, they threw their guns aside, raised their hands, and knelt down on the ground.

Seeing this situation, Lei Gong and the others probably understood what Wu Qianli was calling, so they shouted together with a crappy accent.

For a moment, an unstandard but loud voice resounded throughout the battlefield like this.

Most of the American soldiers threw down their guns in fear and raised their hands to surrender. The soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company passed by them directly and continued to charge forward.

Wu Qianli, who rushed to the front, lowered the muzzle of the Thomson submachine gun slightly, changed the shooting to burst shooting, and shot and killed the very few U.S. troops who still wanted to resist on the spot.

In just over two minutes, the U.S. soldiers in charge of the break either surrendered or were annihilated, and all lost the ability to resist.

But in any case, this group of US troops still blocked the pace of Wu Qianli and others for a short while, buying Smith precious time.

Smith heard the gunfire of the rear resistance gradually weakening, and he immediately understood that the US troops covering the retreat had collapsed, and he also felt an invisible mass of murderous intent approaching.

"Hurry up and retreat, hurry up! (Hurry up and retreat, hurry up!)"

Smith gritted his teeth and shouted hysterically, and the soldiers under him quickly accelerated their marching speed.

However, while running, Smith was embarrassed to find that he was the one who slowed down the speed of the whole army.

The long-term pampered life in the headquarters has made his physical strength exhausted. Even when he needs to march, he is mostly used to sitting on a military vehicle instead of running for his life like this.

As the distance between the [-]th Interlude Company and the U.S. Army got closer, Lei Gong simply picked up a bazooka, aimed it at the back of the U.S. army retreating, and fired it.

"call out--"

"boom!"

A howling rocket instantly pierced through the gusts of cold wind and exploded not far behind Smith. Two American soldiers were blown into the sky and died on the spot.

"shit!"

Smith was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Being able to launch and find out the distance shows that the pursuers behind him are very close.

"Come on, go back and drag the volunteers! (Come on, go back and drag the volunteers!)"

Feeling a lot of bullets whistling past him, Smith became a little anxious, and immediately asked some US troops to continue to cover the retreat behind.

But in the end, only a few dozen people were willing to obey his order to block the volunteers.

When Wu Qianli saw that there were still American soldiers coming back with submachine guns, he immediately gave a thumbs up in his heart.

"It is worthy of being the elite of the first division of the U.S. Marine Corps, and its fighting will is indeed beyond the comparison of ordinary U.S. troops."

Wu Qianli raised his gun while feeling emotional in his heart, ready to fulfill these "heroes", but then something unexpected happened to him.

"pat-"

Among the seven or eight people, five or six American soldiers knelt down, threw their guns aside, and raised their hands in surrender.

It turned out that they were not conscious of sacrificing for Smith, but they felt that instead of being shot to death by stray bullets while escaping, they might as well surrender to the volunteers, so that the chances of survival would be greater.

"You bastards! (You bastards!)"

The two U.S. soldiers who rushed to the front suddenly found that their comrades behind them had surrendered. They watched in embarrassment as the densely packed guns were aimed at their bodies, and finally cursed.

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

The Thomson submachine gun in Wu Qianli's hand mercilessly shot several blood holes in the US military's body. Countless blood slowly flowed out from the blood holes, and the two US soldiers fell helplessly on the snow.

Wu Qianli glanced at the corpses of the two American soldiers with some sympathy, sighed, and then locked his target on Smith's figure.

"The sharpshooter of the reconnaissance platoon, whoever is sure to hit Smith in the leg, shoot immediately, and must capture the supreme commander of the US military on the Eastern Front alive!"

Wu Qianli saw that Smith, who seemed to have been stimulated to his potential, seemed to speed up again, and immediately frowned and shouted.

"Company commander, which one is Smith?"

A sharpshooter of the reconnaissance platoon was slightly taken aback, and asked in embarrassment.

"The one with the heart on the shoulder of the military uniform is Smith!"

While Wu Qianli shouted, he also slowly aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the running figure.

Smith, who knew a little Chinese, heard Wu Qianli's loud voice, and immediately took off his general uniform in panic and threw it on the ground.

"The one with the blood on the right buttock of the military trousers is Smith!"

As another loud voice sounded from Wu Qianli, Smith took off his general pants with great difficulty during the run, and almost staggered and fell on the snow.

And in order not to look too special, he asked other soldiers to undress with him.

For a while, the shirtless U.S. soldiers continued to run under the ice and snow. The scene was not too good-looking.

"It's Smith who doesn't have a cut scar on his thigh."

Hearing the familiar voice, Smith subconsciously took out his saber and aimed it at his thigh, wanting to change accordingly, but the moment he was about to do it, he was suddenly taken aback.

"shit!"

Smith, who felt that he was being teased, was extremely angry at the moment. If it weren't for the current weak force, he would have wanted to go back and fight Wu Qianli desperately.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a crisp gunshot, the bullets in the Pinghe sniper rifle escaped.

However, at the moment when it was about to hit Smith's leg, an American soldier happened to block the bullet's trajectory.

"puff--"

The bullet pierced through the flesh and blood of the American soldier in an instant, but because of this, it passed Smith's leg with some deviation.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was about to succeed, but in this situation, Ping He, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help scolding his mother angrily at this moment.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Next, Ping He and several sharpshooters fired shots one after another, all hoping that they could hit the soul with one shot and leave Smith injured.

But in the process of movement, how can the bullet be shot so accurately, especially in such a dark environment, even aiming is extremely difficult.

"Grenades and rockets, blow them to both sides, be careful, don't kill the big fish."

Seeing this situation, Wu Qianli frowned slightly, and ordered decisively.

Hearing this, both Yu Congrong and Lei Gong picked up the bazooka and shot at the two sides of the American army. Other soldiers also took out grenades and threw them at the two sides of the American army.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Continuous explosions, with the pungent smell of gunpowder, irritated Smith's nerves, but he was a little puzzled to find that all these bombings went wrong without exception.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

Wu Qianli took advantage of the flames that had just exploded, keenly spotted Smith's location, and immediately shot out with two bursts of machine guns.

The heavy machine gun bullets quickly penetrated the bodies of two American soldiers, but still failed to hit Smith.

Wu Qianli was not discouraged, and fired two more bursts, one of which luckily hit Smith's ass.

"fuck you!"

Smith, who was running, felt as if the muscles in his buttocks were torn apart in an instant, and he was about to fall forward under the severe pain.

An American soldier immediately carried him on his back and continued to run forward, but his speed still slowed down, and the distance from the [-]th Interlude Company gradually narrowed.

"It's not good, brother, they are going to get in the car!"

Wu Wanli chased forward for a while, and suddenly found that Smith's target was a parked American personnel carrier.

It turned out that the cautious Smith had already thought of the worst situation. At this moment, the dozen or so surviving US troops saw the hope of survival one after another, and the pace of their feet also accelerated.

In the cab of the personnel carrier, an American soldier was nervously looking at the rearview mirror, starting the car engine, and the humming roar was ear-piercing in the dark night.

"Get in the car! (Get in the car!)"

At Smith's urging, the U.S. troops who had reached the position pushed his closest into the car, touching his wound on the way, making it hiss and gasp.

Smith, who got into the rear cabin of the personnel carrier, gritted his teeth and knocked hard on the iron sheet on the vehicle frame.

The U.S. soldiers in the cab instantly understood that if they stepped on the accelerator, they would rush out through the back door, completely ignoring the U.S. soldiers who hadn't boarded the car yet.

At this moment, Wu Qianli, who was rushing to the front, secretly screamed that something was wrong, and immediately gritted his teeth, speeding up and sprinting forward.

The initial speed of the U.S. military personnel carrier was not fast when it first started, and the distance between Wuqianli and the personnel carrier was already very close.

Under an acceleration, Wu Qianli's powerful right hand grabbed forward vigorously, and caught the iron guardrail of the rear cabin of the US military personnel carrier dangerously. The strong force shook the entire guardrail slightly.

However, at this moment, the muzzle of a Garand rifle quietly protruded from the rear cabin of the personnel carrier, aiming at Wu Qianli's head impartially.

(End of this chapter)