The US troops surrounded Pinghe step by step. Just when Pinghe gritted his teeth and made up his mind to die, he found that the US military did not shoot or fire rockets to tear him apart.
Instead, they raised their guns and slowly surrounded him, narrowing the area where he could move and escape.
"A scary demon? Humph, I won't let you die so quickly. I'll just wrap him up and capture him alive."
Under the orders of the US military officers, the surrounding US soldiers silently raised their guns but did not pull the triggers. In this way, they were getting closer and closer to Pinghe.
"What do you mean by these stupid US troops? They want to be killed and chopped into pieces!"
Pinghe stared angrily at the US military approaching him, and then he was stunned for a moment, and he immediately understood what the US military wanted to do.
"Hahahahaha just because you want to capture grandpa for the next life."
Pinghe said that he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, he took out the grenade in his hand and opened the ring, and died together with the US military.
"boom--"
A crisp pistol shot rang out, and Pinghe covered his left arm and breathed in pain.
On the other side, the US military officer looked proudly at the wound on Pinghe's arm that slowly oozed blood, and burst out laughing.
The nearby US troops also laughed at Pinghe, and one recruit even picked up a submachine gun and fired a bunch of bullets at Pinghe's feet.
The flying snow stirred up by the huge impact splashed little by little on Pinghe's body and face. The US military watched with interest, as if waiting to see Pinghe wet his pants.
"This is the devil you were afraid of and stopped moving forward just now. It's just a poor bug."
The US military officer lectured the soldiers around him. It was obvious that he wanted to use peace as a tool to improve morale and alleviate the inner shadow of the US military.
"The beauty of a dog's day...ah!"
Pinghe couldn't bear the humiliation, and just in the middle of cursing, another bullet shot into his thigh, causing blood mist to splash out and sprinkle on the snow.
"Hahahahahaha..."
The U.S. military officer laughed wildly, seemingly unfazed by Pinghe's resistance.
"boom--"
Then a gunshot rang out, and the U.S. military officer's laughter stopped abruptly. Pinghe just raised his right hand and shot the U.S. military officer in the thigh, revealing his white teeth.
"His grandma wants to capture me, so go ahead and dream. If I hadn't injured my left hand, I would definitely send you to the West. Alas...it's worth it, it's worth it, hahaha..."
Pinghe was injured physically, but his face blackened by gunpowder smoke still showed a hearty laugh. He did not break his promise. For the organization and the country, he fought until the last moment, fired the last bullet in the gun chamber, and died without a trace. Sorry.
"asshole!"
The moment the US military officer was hit, he almost staggered and fell to the snow. He covered the wound with his hand, and his face kept twitching in pain.
Then he lost patience and continued to play with Ping He. He directly pulled out the pistol, pointed it at Ping He's head, and was about to pull the trigger.
"Whoosh-whoosh-"
"boom!"
At this critical moment, Wu Qianli brought people to support him. Seeing that the situation was not good, he directly picked up the rocket launcher, and two extremely fast rockets were shot out.
I saw the rockets flying into the center of the crowd of US troops with a little afterimage. They were enveloped in a huge bombing in an instant. On the rising cloud of fire, there were countless severed limbs and long legs of the US troops.
The US military officer who was covering his wound and raising his gun just now was blown away more than one meter by the bombardment. When he fell heavily on the snow, he was already dizzy, and his legs were severely blown away. Broken, let out a wailing sound.
When the remaining US troops just reacted and turned their guns to shoot, small black dots fell directly from the sky again.
When they reached mid-air, they suddenly exploded into red flame flowers. It was so beautiful, but the shrapnel flying around cut off half of the heads of several American soldiers, killing them on the spot.
"Granny, this air explosion is really awesome, but can't you leave some for me?"
Yu Congrong rushed forward with his fire platoon, but when he got closer, most of the American troops were already dead or injured.
He looked at the corpses and wounded on the ground, and suddenly felt lonely.
"Help me help me!"
The US military officer who was lucky enough to survive the explosion realized that the situation was not good, so he immediately raised his hands and shouted for help.
His current condition was not good. A pair of good legs were blown to pieces, exposing every inch of white bone.
There is no need for volunteers to replenish the gun. As long as it is left in the forest, he will probably die soon.
And he obviously does not have the dedication to fight to death for freedom and human rights. In the eyes of many US troops, reaching this point is already extremely heroic.
"Brother, is this American devil raising his hands to surrender? I can't understand what bird language he is saying!"
Wu Wanli looked at the actions of the US military officer, scratched the back of his head in confusion, and asked Wu Qianli.
"He's... he's saying that we are all sons of bitches and we should kill him if we can."
Wu Qianli originally wanted to explain, but when he saw Pinghe holding the wound on his left hand and sticking it behind the tree in pain, it was obvious that the group of American troops had caused him a lot of suffering, so he changed the subject and gave an alternative explanation. Fan.
"His grandma thought this American army wanted to surrender. Zhengchou didn't know what to do with him, but he turned out to be a tough guy! Yes, he is a good man. Then we will help you and send you on your way!"
Yu Congrong raised the muzzle of his gun, nodded to the US military officer rather heroically, and even gave a thumbs up in his heart.
"NO—NO!"
"Da da da da da da..."
Yu Congrong triggered the flight, and sharp bullets hit the body of the US military officer, making bursts of sounds of tearing flesh and blood.
"Pinghe, how are your injuries? Can you still walk?"
Wu Qianli didn't bother to look at the group of American devils at all. Instead, he came to Pinghe's side, lifted him up slightly, and asked softly.
"Company Commander...I'm fine..."
Pinghe struggled to stand up, but he fell heavily on the snow again. The wound on his thigh kept oozing out with bright red blood, turning a small patch of snow nearby red.
"Don't worry, I, Wu Qianli, swear that as long as I am alive, I will make these American soldiers fight bloody battles and pay the price they deserve!"
Wu Qianli looked at Pinghe's injuries and felt worried. He clenched his fists with both hands and hit the snow hard. The pain and pain that rebounded from the injury and the slightest bit of coldness could not suppress the anger in his heart.
"Damn American devils, I..."
Lei Gong and his artillery platoon brothers ran over quickly in the dark forest with rifles on their shoulders. They almost tripped several times and did not dare to slow down.
Especially when he heard the violent gunfire that had just come and then stopped suddenly, Lei Gong thought that Pinghe's reconnaissance platoon was about to be wiped out. He rushed there anxiously, only to find to his embarrassment that the battle was over.
"Hey! Brother, I should have made you suffer!"
Lei Gong looked at Ping He's injuries and lowered his head in remorse, regretting it endlessly.
"I'm fine. Please leave me alone. I don't want to drag you down. Give me a gun and a few bullets. I can walk to the command post by myself. You can escort the radio station away as soon as possible."
Pinghe sighed secretly, obviously not wanting to be a drag on the seventh interleaved company.
"The 7th Interleaving Company will never abandon any soldier. What are you afraid of if your leg is injured? Follow the troops to the command post. I will definitely cure you and return to the fight. Don't say such depressing words."
As Wu Qianli spoke, he tore off the strips of cloth on his clothes and made a simple replacement gauze, which he tied to Ping He's bleeding arms and thighs. Now he can only use this method temporarily. Stop bleeding.
The other soldiers of the 7th interleaved company were moved when they saw their company commander's persistence. Yes, when facing the US military, it would be fine if he died directly, but if he was injured and ended up like Pinghe, then what? manage?
However, there is no need to worry about such a situation in the seventh interleaved company. As long as you are still breathing, you can trust your brother Pao Ze and will never think of giving up on you.
"Company commander..."
Ping He always had tears in his eyes. He watched the gusts of cold wind flowing along the torn thin clothes and ruthlessly pouring into Wu Qianli's body, making him shiver, but he couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart.
"Rest in place for a while, and move the radio station and translator over to check if there are any faults. Each platoon will report the damage. We will go to the main highway later."
I looked at the injury on Ping He's leg in my heart, sighed silently, and also secretly made up my mind.
"Going to the highway? Brother, what if we encounter US military personnel carriers and tanks? Aren't we going to escort the radio station?"
Wu Wanli thought it was normal when he heard from the front, but when he heard that he was going to the highway, he scratched his head without doubt and looked at Wu Qianli.
"Guawazi is really stupid, your brother is pointing at the US military personnel carrier!"
Lei Gong tapped Wu Wanli on the head with one finger. Looking at Wu Qianli who was decisive in killing and caring about love and justice, he nodded with some admiration.
