The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 96 Tank Killer Wu Qianli
"boom--"

There was a clear gunshot like fried beans, and the bullets that came out of the chamber pierced through the wind and snow, pierced through the thick armor of the tank, and shot straight into the head of the US tank gunner.

The tank gunner who was aiming at the iron bull suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, his body twitched a few times, his head tilted, and he lost consciousness.

"Oh brother, what are you dazed about? Hurry up and shoot! (Oh brother, what are you dazed about? Hurry up and shoot!)"

Through the small glass window, the U.S. sergeant who was observing outside frowned and urged the gunner loudly.

"Oh my gosh, what's wrong with him? No one can shoot through our armor with bullets! (Oh my gosh, what's wrong with him? No one can shoot through our armor with bullets!)"

Smelling the strong smell of blood, the American driver raised his head suddenly, then widened his eyes instantly, and shouted in surprise.

At this moment, traces of blood were trickling down on the forehead of the tank gunner, and the whole person was obviously dead.

After being stunned for two seconds, an American soldier immediately took over the position of the gunner, ready to blast out the shells quickly.

Although they still don't understand what's going on, at least they should wipe out the fighters of the seventh interspersed company in front of them first.

"Bam—"

"boom!"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of shells, the entire heavy tank was shaken backwards again.

A huge cloud of fire instantly rose from the place where it was just aimed at, and the murderous shrapnel flew around, killing all life within the radius without any possibility of being spared.

However, when the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, there were no bodies of Tie Niu and others on the ground, only a charred black pit remained.

"Damn American devils, don't they rely on their iron bumps to be majestic, and I will be ruthless when I eat them!"

Just a little while before the muzzle of the US tank stopped, Tieniu had already led two soldiers into the close range of the tank, and raised the bazooka in his hand.

"No, stop these volunteers, they want to destroy the tank! (No! Hurry up and stop these volunteers, they want to destroy the tank!)"

The US military commander Tom who was not far away instantly put down his observation binoculars and reminded loudly.

The American soldiers attached to the tank reacted instantly, and immediately raised the muzzle of their guns, trying to get rid of Tieniu and others.

There was even a U.S. non-commissioned officer who rushed onto the personnel carrier that was not completely damaged.

Holding the Browning heavy machine gun mounted on it, he aimed at the fire platoon fighters who wanted to come to meet Tieniu, and at the same time cut off the retreat of Tieniu and others.

"call out--"

Accompanied by a slight sound of friction, the rockets with white exhaust rushed towards the direction of the US tank in an instant, but they did not hit the armor, but shot heavily at the feet of the US soldiers.

"boom!"

The huge explosion set off a heavy white blood mist, and the American soldier who had just raised his gun was torn into blood clots and parts even with his gun.

It turned out that the fire platoon fighters beside Tieniu were carrying high-explosive rockets, and they were planning to use them to deal with the American soldiers covering the tanks.

And after the high-explosive rocket exploded, the smoke and dust raised obscured the vision of the US tanks.

"call out--"

"Oh!"

When they could barely see the front clearly, an armor-piercing bullet with a murderous aura forcefully got into their tank and exploded instantly.

"Boom! Boom!"

When the armor-piercing projectile penetrated into the tank, it instantly detonated the shells stored inside, causing a series of explosions.

The heavy Pershing tank, which was still majestic just now, instantly turned into a wreck burning with raging fire, and even the barrel was blown into the air.

"Damn it, how did our company commander hold back his screams before, it really hurts..."

The iron bull who approached and shot was pushed away by more than one meter by the shock wave of the explosion, and fell hard into the snow. The huge pain stimulated the nerves in his brain.

The U.S. non-commissioned officer standing on the troop carrier couldn't believe the scene in front of him, but he still pretended to be calm and used the mounted Browning heavy machine gun to shoot wildly at Yu Congrong and others who were rushing.

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

The bullets continuously fired from the heavy machine gun immediately blocked the route of the soldiers of the fire platoon.

And the U.S. sergeant stood on the troop carrier with only one head and half of his hand exposed. Under this kind of fire suppression, it was difficult to aim and hit.

"No matter how powerful the volunteer army was, wasn't it stopped by a machine gun? (No matter how powerful the volunteer army was, wasn't it stopped by a machine gun?)"

But just when the U.S. sergeant smiled a little proudly, a small black dot landed on the front of the personnel carrier with great precision.

"Pong!"

The grenade emitting white smoke hit the iron sheet of the front of the troop carrier, and bounced off the bottom in an instant, reaching the same height as the head of the U.S. sergeant.

"shit!"

The U.S. sergeant cursed, dropped the machine gun in his hand in an instant, and wanted to turn around and run back, but it was too late.

"boom!"

The moment the U.S. sergeant put down his machine gun, a grenade rang out, and another U.S. military life disappeared.

"Wu Wanli is fine, his grenade throwing technique has improved a lot."

Ping He just aimed his gun at the US machine gunner, trying to take a sniper cover.

However, at this time, seeing that the US military's rather personal air blast was resolved, he grinned and immediately changed his target.

However, Wu Wanli, who had dealt with the US machine gunner, heard Yu Congrong's retreat order before he had time to be proud.

"Stop fighting with them, retreat quickly, the tanks of the American devils are coming!"

As soon as Yu Congrong had received Tieniu, he immediately turned around and retreated to the white snow field behind him.

Not long after the soldiers in the fire platoon turned around, the US tanks were also completed, and turned to the muzzles full of anger and murderous intent, aiming directly at the direction of their retreat.

“In this case, retreating towards the open and flat snow, these volunteers are courting death. (In this case, retreating towards the open and flat snow, these volunteers are courting death.)”

U.S. commander Tom, who was standing on his body enduring the leg pain, couldn't help feeling proud when he looked at the retreating Firepower fighters.

In Tom's view, no matter how fast Yu Congrong and the others ran, they couldn't outrun the tank's shells. Instead, they lost the ability to approach and shoot at the tanks, which was simply stupid.

However, just when the U.S. tanks were about to aim and shoot, mortar shells pierced through the wind and snow in the sky, roaring and smashing towards the U.S. troops.

"Lie down! All spread out and lie down!. (Lie down! All spread out and lie down!)"

Seeing the shells flying again, Commander Tom shouted irritably.

But he was not worried, at most some infantry units died.

Anyway, tanks with heavy armor are not a serious problem, and they can even ignore the shelling forcefully and continue to bombard the volunteers in front of them.

"boom!"

Sure enough, the continuous explosion of shells took the lives of many American soldiers.

However, some of the shells did not explode after they fell, as if the volunteers had dropped duds to scare them.

"what?"

An American soldier looked at the artillery shells emitting white smoke under his feet. He had thought about his relatives just now, but he didn't expect such a result.

However, looking at the white mist gradually rising around the battlefield at this time, the US military commander Tom suddenly widened his eyes and screamed inwardly.

Sure enough, the white mist emitted by the smoke bombs instantly blocked the tank's vision, and they could only pour out the shells indiscriminately, but the efficiency of firing like this was undoubtedly very low.

Under this kind of artillery fire, Yu Congrong led the soldiers of the firepower platoon to rush out a short distance, but only one or two soldiers were sacrificed.

"All the tanks, drive in the direction of the volunteers! (The tanks drove towards the volunteers in front of them, annihilating them!)"

"The remaining infantry got on the personnel carrier and killed in the direction of the enemy artillery position. (The infantry followed me on the personnel carrier and killed in the direction of the enemy artillery position.)"

Feeling that something was wrong, Tom, the US military commander, gave the military order instantly after thinking for two seconds.

Let the tanks, which have the advantage of armor and artillery fire, hold back or annihilate the volunteers in front of them, so that they will not stay in place and become blind fixed forts.

In addition, they are dividing their troops to attack the enemy's artillery positions. Otherwise, if they are consumed like this, even if they win, it will only be a miserable victory.

With this in mind, Tom also boarded a troop carrier and headed towards Lei Gong's artillery position.

"Oh, it's a pity."

Ping He had just found the location of Tom, the US commander, but a sudden smoke bomb saved Yu Congcong, blocking the vision of the US tank and him as a sniper.

"boom!"

"boom!"

However, Wu Qianli, who was facing a puff of smoke at this time, was still aiming firmly and firing.

The system gave a one-shot-one-shot bonus, but there were no prerequisites for aiming. After every gunshot, an American soldier fell down.

It's just that the U.S. troops killed five thousand miles away may not necessarily be the gunners in the tanks, but may also be other U.S. troops in the smoke.

Therefore, in order not to waste the bonus of the system, Wu Qianli could only quickly shoot towards the smoke in the center of the battlefield and keep shooting.

"Ding!"

A series of eight bullets came out of Wuqianli's muzzle, and as the bullets were exhausted, the clip in the Garand rifle was automatically ejected with a crisp sound.

Ping He stared dumbfounded at Wu Qianli quickly pressing in a new magazine and continuing to shoot into the smoke, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

In his opinion, even if Wu Qianli shoots into the smoke with a machine gun, it is more reliable than the current blind attack. Can this really hit the US military?
However, being questioned by Ping He whether he could hit the bullets of the US military, those who are shooting the US military at this moment are somewhat skeptical of their lives.

"fuck you! Are there any sharpshooters in the Volunteer Army incarnate as devils? (Are there any sharpshooters in the Volunteer Army incarnate as devils?)"

An American soldier shrank his head and hid behind the guardrail of the car, cursing secretly.

However, in the next second, a bullet unreasonably penetrated the iron railing, and shot into his chest without changing its path.

Even the U.S. tanks, dragging heavy steel tracks and crushing everything in front of them, sometimes lie in place because of a sudden bullet.

"Hmm~"

A U.S. tank driver who was shot by a five-thousand-mile bullet groaned, tilted his head, and lost consciousness.

"They were all divided into combat teams, scattered and fought, trying to greet the rear of the US tanks as much as possible, and kill these iron lumps, and we won."

Under Yu Congrong's loud orders, the soldiers of the fire platoon turned into groups of silky loaches, walking on the snow.

From time to time, some combat teams rushed to the vicinity of the US tanks and fired desperately. However, most of them were directly bounced off because they were too far away or hit the front steel plate.

"call out--"

"boom!"

Yu Congrong led a few people to get into the back of a tank desperately, and fired a cannon desperately. The fortress-like tank exploded instantly and burst into flames.

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

Feeling the threat of the Volunteers, the U.S. tanks simply adjusted their bodies and formed a small circle with the front armor exposed, and the attached machine guns kept spraying bullets to prevent the fire platoon soldiers from approaching.

"His grandma, these American devils are real chicken thieves. Their buttocks are all stuck together, and the iron shell on the front is exposed. How can they beat them?"

Yu Congrong was pinned down by the tanks and couldn't move. More importantly, he didn't seem to be able to find any opportunities.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

After the smoke dissipated, Wu Qianli took advantage of the remaining 20 seconds to point his gun at the US tank, and pulled the trigger in rapid succession.

"Ding!"

After two more magazines were fired, bullet holes were exposed in the armor of two US tanks, and the personnel inside had been killed by Wu Qianli's sniper.

"His grandma, are some American devils teasing me? Why is there nothing?"

Yu Congrong, who felt the pressure was relieved, was delighted while talking.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he refused to let go of this opportunity. He directly carried the bazooka, and continued to move forward with difficulty with several combat groups.

Although the rear armor of the US tank is more difficult to touch, there is still a chance to attack the side armor of the US tank at close range.

"Number two, number three, what's the matter with you? Please answer when you receive it."

Inside a Pershing heavy tank, Tommy, the deputy commander of the tank company, was calling to his immovable companions by radio, but he did not receive a response for a long time.

Counting the two tanks destroyed by the firepower card, there are only 8 of the 4 US tanks left to fight. Half of the tanks were lost just after the start of the battle, which Tommy did not expect.

"These bastards can't all fall asleep while fighting!? (Those bastards, they can't all fall asleep while fighting!?)"

Tommy, the deputy company commander of the U.S. Army, was quite puzzled and angrily cursed, but then he would understand what his companion had gone through.

"boom!"

A bullet penetrated the armor of the tank at the side and rear, and a cloud of blood sprayed from the forehead of the artilleryman next to him, and bright red blood mixed with brains splashed Tommy's face.

"What!?"

Tommy slowly wiped the blood off his face with his hands, his heart was full of shock.

You must know that this is a thick armor that even rockets cannot easily penetrate.

You must know that they are all wrapped in iron bumps, and they can't see clearly at all.

In this way, being hit by Wu Qianli's blind sniper and still able to penetrate the armor, Tommy couldn't help being stunned for two seconds, but soon, he forced himself to come back to his senses.

"Charge towards these volunteers in front of you, don't spend any more time with them! (Charge towards these volunteers in front of you, don't spend any more time with them!)"

Tommy snarled into the radio as he pushed the body away and took the gunner's place himself.

Tommy's idea is very simple, he can't do anything with that sharpshooter demon, can't he still bully the volunteer soldiers in front of him.

As long as they can annihilate a large number of the active forces of the Volunteers in front of them in a short period of time, the US military will still have a chance to win.

With this in mind, Tommy directed the remaining four US tanks towards the direction of the fire platoon, rushing to kill them recklessly.

Originally, they deliberately suppressed the fire platoon fighters, preventing them from approaching and firing rockets, threatening themselves.

But now the U.S. tanks are crushing everything forward desperately, the gun flames at the muzzle of the machine gun are constantly flashing, and the shells in the black muzzle are aggressively bombarding everything in front of them.

Ping He, who observed all this through the sniper scope, put down the sniper rifle slightly worried.

At this moment, the U.S. tank has already driven to the blind spot of his sniper vision, and if he wants to hit the small glass window for observation, only a god can do it.

"Company commander, Yu Congrong and the others may be in great danger!"

Ping He sighed slowly, and turned his gaze to Wu Qianli.

"No hurry, there are still ten seconds..."

Wu Qianli, who had just finished firing the bullet, took a deep breath, continued to raise the rifle in his hand, and aimed at the armor of the next US tank.

(End of this chapter)