Chapter Six: Living with the Son

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"Company Commander, if this continues, our friendly forces will be in danger. Can we save them?"

Yu Congrong watched the countless brothers charging into the battle fearlessly in the flames soaring into the sky, but immediately fell down one by one under the death scythe. He couldn't help but sympathize with Wu Qianli and asked Wu Qianli.

"Save! How can we not save? There is no way that our seventh interleaving company will ignore the friendly forces until death!"

Wu Qianli made a decisive decision, but did not rush forward recklessly. Instead, he raised his telescope and carefully observed the situation on the battlefield.

"The enemy's firepower is very fierce, and the bullets seem to be scattered for free. Our volunteer troops are also desperate for their lives. It seems that both sides are getting ruthless."

Wu Qianli observed the enemy's firepower equipment. At the same time, he raised his telescope and turned his sight to the communication tower in the distance. He understood that this was the key to this battle.

"Instructor Mei, the mission of the organization is important, but I can't do it if I just watch my volunteer brothers bleed and die without caring."

"In this way, you take the large army and leave first. I will stay with Yu Congrong and Lei Gong to support the friendly forces. Pinghe, you will protect the instructor! Leave a platoon of people behind and follow me!"

Wu Qianli explained and was about to lead people to rush forward, but unexpectedly he was grabbed by Mei Sheng.

"Company Commander, what are you talking about? I attach great importance to the mission of the organization, but this does not mean that I will abandon you and charge into the battle and become a deserter myself!"

Instructor Mei grasped Wu Qianli's hand firmly and looked at Wu Qianli with a determined look, eyes full of perseverance.

"Hey! I mean, Instructor Mei, this is not..."

"If you say it again, you don't treat me as a brother."

"Pinghe, you take Wu Wanli and the large troops to escort the radio station first. Your company commander and I will support the friendly forces."

Mei Sheng interrupted Wu Qianli and was determined to stay. Seeing this, Wu Qianli thought about it and had no choice but to agree. At the worst, Mei Sheng could just use cold guns and not charge into the battle.

"Brother!, but I also want to fight, you see..."

Wu Wanli whispered a little aggrievedly, thinking that he didn't want to leave Wu Qianli behind.

"Excuting an order!"

Wu Qianli waved his hand to Pinghe sternly, asking him to take Wu Wanli and the radio station away immediately. The military situation was on fire, and if there was a second delay, new volunteer soldiers would fall.

"Yes! Company commander!"

Pinghe saluted with a military salute, but reluctantly led the large troops to leave first.

"Company Commander, although the US military firepower network is fierce, it is not without flaws. We can rush in from the opening on the west side, remove some of the enemy's firepower points, and then turn to the nine o'clock direction to join the friendly forces."

Mei Sheng did not waste any time and immediately observed and pointed out the best path of attack.

"Okay! Lei Gong, you immediately have people drive up the mortars and blast them with the machine guns on the west side of me, and also knock out the strongholds of the houses in the direction of the friendly forces. Don't be stingy with the ammunition. After shooting the shells, you can make peace with the river. If they leave, the others will charge directly at me with their guns in hand!"

Wu Qianli made a fist with his right hand and smashed it to the ground, as if he wanted to eat all the enemies.

"His grandma, after being bombed for so long, I finally got to blow up those American devils!"

As Lei Gong said this, he immediately set up the mortar with his men. As an experienced artilleryman, he roughly determined the direction with just a gesture with his thumb.

"Company commander, the mortars are ready!"

As Lei Gong said, the mortars were lined up in a row, their dark muzzles aimed at the US military position.

"fire!"

Wu Qianli stared at the US military position fiercely and shouted.

"Boom!"

First, a calibrated projectile was shot out and landed next to a US military firepower point, causing a curtain of snow to explode.

"Whether you know how to shoot, little bastard, this damn thing is off the mark. Adjust the muzzle quickly."

Lei Gong cursed angrily with his face red.

Fortunately, the gunners of the seventh interleaved company were all experienced veterans. Before Lei Gong gave the order, they had already adjusted the muzzle themselves and aimed at the enemy with a salvo.

In the US military position on the west side, a US soldier looked at the artillery shells that fell next to him and smiled absently.

"Oh - look at God, this is the pitiful means of resistance of those yellow-skinned pigs. Why don't you surrender? Can't you kneel under the Statue of Liberty and break away from that cruel government?"

"Hey! Brother, please stay focused, these Chinese troops don't seem to be easy to mess with."

An American veteran looked at the volunteer soldiers who were charging without fear of death. He held a cigarette in his mouth with some worry, slowly exhaled a puff of mist, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Oh, I think you are too nervous. I have already thought about how to happily eat turkey with my family when I get home for Christmas, hahaha."

The new American soldier shrugged nonchalantly and laughed, obviously not taking the veteran's words seriously.

"Boo-boo-boo-"

Countless black spots, with the sound of tearing the air, hit the heads of the American soldiers fiercely, as if Satan and the devil had descended into the world.

Many U.S. soldiers thought it was artillery fire from their own homes at first, and were very relaxed and chatting to themselves on the battlefield.

"Get down! Get down quickly! Enemy fire!"

The veterans shouted at the top of their lungs. Many recruits were stunned for a moment when they heard the artillery fire from the volunteers. When they looked up at the sky, they were instantly shocked.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The veteran's voice stopped abruptly the next second. Under such precise and intensive artillery fire, almost no one could survive.

"Hahahaha, American devils, let me show you the power of your grandfather's artillery fire!"

Lei Gong proudly looked at the fire cloud blooming on the US military position, as if he was watching a beautiful drama.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless fired artillery shells crossed beautiful parabolas and hit the U.S. military's position. Blood mist and snow curtains were mixed and exploded. There were also many U.S. troops who were seriously injured by the explosion, rolling on the ground and crying, covering their wounds.

"Brothers, come at me!"

At the moment when the shells were fired, Wu Qianli picked up his submachine gun, carrying the rifle on his back, and rushed towards the gap opened by the US military position. Perhaps due to the addition of ancient martial arts, Wu Qianli felt that his body was as light as a swallow, and he paddled Break through the wall of gusts of wind and rush towards the enemy's position.

The veteran who was still firing just now also skillfully picked up the gun and charged down with a momentum like a tiger descending the mountain.

"Sir, look!"

An American soldier on the position was dumbfounded and pointed at the volunteers who were charging into the battle, with a look of panic on his face.

I saw black shadows headed by Wu Qianli speeding towards me, like dark demons in the night, which was terrifying.

"Oh - God, where did these people come from, and how can they move so fast? Are they humans?"

Edward, a noble officer, slowly put down his telescope and said with some surprise.

What he doesn't know is that with the addition of ancient martial arts, the current seventh interleaved company has not only improved its hand-to-hand combat capabilities, but also its agility when charging into battle, and its attention to subtle control of the battlefield.

"嘘嘚嘚嘚嘚——"

Although the U.S. military was surprised, the powerful firepower was not unreasonable. Soon, countless fire snakes were sprayed out, accompanied by the crisp sound of fried beans from the Garand rifle, desperately trying to stop the attack of the 7th Interpenetrating Company.

Unfortunately, it was night after all, and the 7th Intermediate Company was charging in groups of three, but only a few corpses were left behind after a lot of bullets.

"Um--"

Yu Congrong gritted his teeth and covered his left hand with a groan. A ball of blood mist bloomed on his left arm. The huge momentum of the bullet made Sun Zhengyi almost stumble and fall to the ground.

"Ah! American devils, I will make you pay with blood!"

Yu Congrong's face was already darkened by gunpowder smoke, but at this moment, he roared forward with red eyes and continued to charge, like a murderer from hell.

"boom--"

Wu Qianli slowly raised the muzzle of the black gun, an imperceptible white eye appeared, and another machine gunner fell down.

"Edi Niang, when did the company commander become so powerful? You must have secretly learned a few tricks from Ping He."

When Yu Congrong led the charge, he was always suppressed by the fire snake of the machine gun from time to time and could not hold his head up. It happened that Wu Qianli showed his power, which made Yu Congrong feel relaxed and shocked.

"It seems that this bright sword system is quite reliable."

Wu Qianli raised his hand and hit another American machine gunner. Although he was deflected and did not kill him, he was also rendered incapacitated. This was the junior sharpshooter bonus obtained in the last field battle.

There was not much distance in total, and with the speed bonus of ancient martial arts, the 7th Interleaving Company quickly rushed to the US military position. After the messy gunshots and fighting, the position was temporarily cleared.

Just when Wu Qianli was about to give the order to immediately move to join the friendly forces, in an inconspicuous dark place in the position, a US military veteran whose legs were blown off struggled to take the Garand rifle next to him. While grinning, he slowly raised the He raised his dark gun and pointed it at Wu Qianli's back.