The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 93 Smith Captured

"Go to hell, asshole! (Go to hell, asshole!)"

The U.S. military barely stood firm on the swaying cabin, the cold muzzle of the rifle firmly pressed against Wu Qianli's forehead.

Wu Qianli's eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He quickly grabbed the muzzle of the gun with his other hand and pulled it back hard. Taking this opportunity, Wu Qianli successfully boarded the cabin of the personnel carrier.

"Get off! (Get off!)"

A U.S. military officer with a ferocious face took advantage of Wu Qianli's just coming up and his footing was not stable, so he kicked Wu Qianli's chest fiercely.

Under Wu Qianli's pain, half of his body was already outside the car window, and he could already feel the cold wind swishing on his back.

Fortunately, his right hand was like iron tongs, firmly grasping the guardrail next to the car window, so he managed to avoid being kicked down.

However, at this time, the US military officer had already pulled out the Colt 1911 pistol at his waist, and the black muzzle revealed infinite murderous aura.

Between the calcium carbide sparks, Wu Qianli grabbed the hand of the guardrail, pulled the iron rod back, and took advantage of the reaction force to move forward quickly.

But within half a second, Wu Qianli jumped up into the air, as if he had completed half of an upside-down golden hook with his kick, he flew up and kicked the US military officer on the chin.

Under the severe pain, the U.S. military officer seemed to hear the sound of cracking bones, and the mandible was instantly injured and could not be controlled normally.

But the muzzle of the pistol in his hand still spattered yellow flames, and a bullet that escaped from the chamber flew past Wu Qianli's head.

"Bam—"

After completing this series of actions, Wu Qianli fell heavily on the iron plate at the bottom of the cabin, and half of his head was just exposed in the cold wind outside the window.

Although Wu Qianli was lucky enough to deal with the two threats, they were by no means the only American soldiers who reacted from the car window.

"Shoot him, kill him! (Shoot him, kill him!)"

Smith seemed to see a demon rushing into the rear compartment, and immediately pointed at Wu Qianli, roaring in horror.

Seeing two more U.S. soldiers raised their dark muzzles, Wu Qianli wanted to scold her on the spot, but unfortunately, he didn't even have time to speak.

"Pong-"

"Pong-"

While Wu Qianli was rolling rapidly on the cabin, bullets flew by one after another beside him, but they were all deeply embedded in the steel plate at the bottom of the cabin, sparks burst out from friction.

But after all, the space in the car cabin is so big, after dodging the bullets for a short time, Wu Qianli had no room to move.

If he jumped out of the car now, he could easily get safety, and the US military should not continue to press him, but everything he did before was in vain.

"All get out of the way! (All get out of the way!)"

While rolling for five thousand miles to avoid bullets, most of the U.S. military ran to the innermost side of the cabin, and a U.S. stormtrooper rushed to the front against the crowd while shouting.

I didn't use the submachine gun just now because the damage radius of this thing is too large, and the accuracy is not enough, it is easy to accidentally injure friendly troops.

Now when the U.S. stormtroopers rushed not far away for five thousand miles, there were no other U.S. troops around, so he raised his gun with confidence and was about to pull the trigger.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a clear gunshot, the American stormtrooper who had just raised his gun to aim at Wuqianli, a cloud of blood sprayed from his forehead instantly, and fell off the car on the spot.

"Phew, it's a good thing we made it in time."

While talking, Ping He blew away a wisp of white smoke from the muzzle of the gun. After the long-distance sniper support was completed, Wu Qianli could only rely on himself for the rest.

"Why are you standing still? Pick up your gun and shoot the tires under the American devil's car!"

Yu Congrong saw that Wu Qianli had successfully boarded the interior of the vehicle cabin and stabilized his figure. Without any scruples, he immediately asked his soldiers to focus on the tires of the personnel carrier.

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

The soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company opened fire one after another, and countless bullets poured on the rear end of the US military personnel carrier.

In order to prevent accidentally injuring Wu Qianli, everyone's muzzles were lowered. In addition, the personnel carrier had already driven a certain distance, so the bullet's front sight was even less clear.

But at this time, Wu Qianli in the cabin didn't have time to pay so much attention. When he saw the American stormtrooper fell to the ground, he immediately snatched the Thomson submachine gun from the American army.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

While running towards the cabin, Wu Qianli raised his hand and fired twice, taking away the lives of two American soldiers.

"What!?"

At this moment, Smith's eyes widened, his mouth was wide enough to fit two eggs, and even the wound on his buttocks didn't hurt so much for the time being.

In such a short period of time, everything from Wu Qianli's difficult climb up to the cabin, to the time he dealt with several deadly threats and came to the front, everything seemed like a myth.

"Stop him, he is alone, don't be afraid! (Stop him, he is alone, don't be afraid!)"

Smith, who was slightly stunned for half a second, reacted in an instant, and he immediately asked his soldiers to stop the bloody killing god.

In the cabin of the troop carrier at this moment, apart from Smith himself, there are six American soldiers left. Although they have an advantage in numbers, none of the American soldiers thinks that they can subdue Wu Qianli with certainty.

So within a second of Smith giving the order, no one rushed forward, but they all took half a step back slightly.

Looking at these timid American soldiers, Wu Qianli couldn't help smiling. He reached into his waist with his right hand and pulled out a military thorn. The distance at this moment did not allow the two sides to aim and shoot slowly.

"Who can kill him, raise his rank three levels in a row, and protect the Medal of Honor! (Who can kill him, raise his rank three levels in a row, and protect the Medal of Honor!"

Seeing the cowering American soldiers, Smith was furious, but he still held back his anger and offered a tempting reward.

He knows this group of American soldiers who are fighting for freedom and money too well. If they only force them to work hard, these American soldiers will definitely raise their hands and surrender.

"Kill! (Kill!)"

There must be a brave man under the reward, and the American soldiers who heard such a huge temptation turned red-eyed, roared to embolden themselves, and rushed towards Wu Qianli.

"The reward is indeed good, but do you have orders?"

Wu Qianli looked at the American soldiers rushing towards him, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although the U.S. military has the advantage in numbers, the cabin area of ​​the personnel carrier is so large, and the space for displaying it is extremely limited. Only two or three U.S. troops can deploy and rush to the front.

Wu Qianli strode forward two steps, and then flew up a sharp kick, kicking a US soldier on the chest, and knocked down the US soldier along with the US soldiers behind him on the iron plate.

At this time, a gleaming bayonet stabbed straight at Wu Qianli's body quickly, but Wu Qianli did not make any dodge movements, instead, his body remained in place.

"Bam—"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of a huge steel body colliding, Wu Qianli swung the Thomson submachine gun in his left hand, and smashed the bayonet that was stabbing straight to the side.

The hands of the U.S. soldier holding the bayonet were numb from the shock of the reaction, and a few small wounds were instantly opened on the tiger's mouth, and blood gushed out.

Taking advantage of this effort, Wu Qianli approached the American soldier, holding the bayonet in his hand, and wiped his neck neatly.

"what……"

The American soldier tightly covered the severed artery in his throat. Because the trachea and vocal cords were damaged at the same time, even his wailing voice became weak.

"Da da……"

"Da da……"

Wu Qianli held a submachine gun in one hand, and fired two short bursts. The U.S. soldiers who had just been kicked down and were about to get up fell down heavily again, and the strong smell of blood took away their last vitality.

Wu Qianli killed three of the six American soldiers at once, and the remaining three American soldiers dared not rush forward no matter what they said.

The U.S. sergeant at the rear picked up the M1 Garand rifle and aimed it for five thousand miles. Regardless of accidental injury, he quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Before the continuous crisp gunshots, Wu Qianli had already grasped the collars of the two frontmost American soldiers with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and pushed them fiercely towards the American non-commissioned officer.

The flying bullets penetrated the bodies of the two US soldiers, but Wu Qianli was lying on the ground very awkwardly at this time. Due to the blind spot of vision, the US military officers did not find him.

After killing two companions, the U.S. military sergeant gradually calmed down.

When he pushed away the two corpses pressing on him, he found that Wu Qianli had already rushed in front of him, and his left hand was holding the muzzle of his gun.

Frightened, the U.S. military sergeant's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger forcefully.

"boom--"

The moment the U.S. sergeant fired, Wu Qianli pulled the muzzle of his gun violently to the side, and at the muzzle that was shifted, the bullet that came out of the chamber shot sideways.

"Ding--"

The M-1 Garand rifle emptied the bullets in the magazine, and automatically ejected the steel clip out of the magazine in an instant, making a crisp sound, which also meant that the last bullet was emptied.

"May there be no war in heaven. (May there be no war in heaven.)"

Wu Qianli said to the U.S. sergeant with a smile, while the general stabbed fiercely into his chest.

The U.S. sergeant firmly grasped Wu Qianli's hand holding the bayonet, opened his mouth slightly, and after gurgling a few blood bubbles, he lost consciousness.

Seeing this, Smith covered the bloody wound on his fart, got up slowly, and pulled out the M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol at his waist with his right hand.

At this moment, Wu Qianli had just pulled out the military thorn that was deeply embedded in the body of the American army. When he turned his head to look at Smith, there were still a few steps between them.

Although the distance is very close, so close that Wu Qianli can quickly rush to Smith, it also means that the pistol shooting will be fast and accurate.

"I admit that you are very strong, but it should all end now. (I admit that you are very strong, but it should all end now.)"

While muttering, Smith finished aiming at Wu Qianli's eyebrows, and was about to pull the trigger.

"It's almost time."

While rushing towards Smith, Wu Qianli muttered to himself, facing the dark muzzle of the gun, there was no panic on his face.

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

Suddenly, a huge machine gun roared, and Mei Sheng and a dozen soldiers from the [-]th Interlude Company had been waiting for a long time in front of the personnel carrier.

The dense bullets penetrated the windshield of the cab in an instant, and a pool of bright red blood splashed out of the front of the car along with glass shards.

At the same time, the right front tire of the car was pierced by the flying bullets.

The car, which lost its driver and intact tires, turned and skidded instantly. Smith, who was in the rear compartment, didn't stand still, and fell to the side violently in an instant, and his body hit the guardrail of the car.

"shit!"

Smith, who hit the iron guardrail, felt a pain in his body, but he didn't care about it, and immediately gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up the pistol that fell beside him.

"what!"

However, as soon as Smith stretched out his hand, a pair of big feet stepped on it firmly, and the bones of his hand suddenly felt unbearable pain, almost shattering.

"I'm so sorry, General Smith, now you're my prisoner. (Very sorry, General Smith, now you're my prisoner.)"

While expressing apology to the general in English, Wu Qianli let go of his big foot, picked up the pistol on the ground, and put it in his waist.

Hearing the words, Smith raised his head and glared at Wu Qianli angrily, but after two seconds he sighed dejectedly. A defeat is a defeat, and there is nothing to say.

"What kind of army are you? You are so powerful. (What kind of army are you? You are so powerful.)"

Smith suffocated in his heart, and asked with some doubts, even if he lost, he still wanted to lose clearly.

"No comment. (No comment.)"

Wu Qianli looked at Smith coldly, shrugged, and said disdainfully.

After hearing Wu Qianli's words, Smith raised his finger and pointed at Wu Qianli a little angrily, then put it down heavily, and smiled wryly twice.

Obviously, the supreme commander of the US military on the Eastern Front has not yet gotten used to his status as a prisoner at the moment, but it doesn't matter, he will gradually adapt.

At this time, Mei Sheng came running over with a dozen soldiers from the Seventh Interlude Company, still lamenting Wu Qianli's ingenious plan in his heart.

He didn't show his face in the battle just now. In this cold snow field, his body was completely numb, but now it seems that there are not many battles for him to fight.

When Mei Sheng led his comrades to the vicinity of the troop carrier quickly, and saw the corpses of American soldiers strewn about in the rear compartment of the vehicle, as well as Wu Qianli covered in blood, he knew that the battle was over.

"Company commander, how are you? Are you all right?"

Mei Sheng stepped forward to help Wu Qianli get off the car, but Wu Qianli waved his hand and refused.

"Let comrades keep an eye on this American devil. He is the supreme commander of the entire Eastern Front of the US military. Don't let him escape."

Wu Qianli handed Smith over to Mei Sheng and the others, and walked towards the US military command post.

"boom--"

"boom--"

With the cessation of the last few shots, the entire US military command post fell silent.

After breaking through the heavy siege, the Seventh Interlude Company actually completely occupied the highest command post on the Eastern Front.

"Brother, the U.S. Army's Eastern Front High Command Post has fallen, and we succeeded. I am now a hero, a true battle hero!"

Seeing Wu Qianli come back, Wu Wanli immediately pulled him to tell his happiness happily, the excitement in his eyes was fully revealed.

"Yeah, but it's not just you. Those soldiers who died on the way to the charge are heroes, and those who froze to death on the way to march are heroes. We who survived to win the battle are also heroes."

Wu Qianli smiled and rubbed Wu Wanli's head. Seeing the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company slowly gathering, they seemed to be much sparser than before, and he couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

"There is no hero who can't be beaten to death, let alone a hero who can't be frozen to death, only the glory of a soldier!"

After Wu Qianli finished speaking with emotion, Wu Wanli nodded slowly, with a different look in his eyes.

"Ding—congratulations to the host, wiped out the US military's security devices, occupied the US military command post, captured Smith alive, and perfectly completed two tasks of shining the sword."

"Obtained a hundred shots and a hundred hits bonus experience card and an armor-piercing bullet bonus experience card, which have been automatically stored in the warehouse for the host and can be used at any time."

At this time, the system's cold notification sounded, and Wu Qianli's eyes were filled with joy again.

"Company commander, the American Devils still have some radio stations that have not been damaged."

At this time, Yu Congrong rushed over with two stormtroopers and reported to Wu Qianli.

"Okay, call the boss immediately, inform us of the current situation, and request the next step of combat instructions."

Wu Qianli heard the words, wiped the blood on his face, and said slowly.

"I don't know how Shiji will react after learning about the record of the [-]th Interlude Company..."

The corner of Wu Qianli's mouth raised slightly, and suddenly there was a little more expectation in his heart.

(End of this chapter)