Hearing the long-lost system prompt, a smile finally appeared on Wu Qianli's lips, but at the same time, he couldn't help cursing in his heart.
"Is the system reward good? Of course it's good, but you have to pay for it with your fucking life!"
Wu Qianli endured the pain all over his body and struggled to get up, but eventually fell to the snow again.
He only felt that all his strength was being drained away bit by bit, and the bone-chilling cold wind kept torturing his now slightly broken body.
"Ding - System reward one: Except for skin trauma, all other injuries and illnesses of the host have been healed and recovered, and the body will return to its best condition immediately!"
Immediately, Wu Qianli felt a warm current swirling through the meridians throughout his body. All the previous discomfort in his body suddenly disappeared, and his eyes returned to their usual sparkling clarity.
"Ding - System reward two: Rapid march experience card. One card can gain huge bonuses for group march or charge in a short period of time."
"Ding - system reward three: the emergency treasure box can be opened in the most critical moment and has been automatically stored in the warehouse for the host."
Listening to the cold notification tone of the system announcing the rewards one after another, Wu Qianli finally grinned his chapped lips, half lying on the ground and laughed.
"Brother! How are you? Could it be that you were stunned by the explosion, right? Don't worry, even if you are stupid, I will definitely protect you and bring you home safely."
When Wu Wanli saw Wu Qianli talking to himself again, he couldn't help but walked over with distress, patted Wu Qianli on the shoulder, and said feeling moved.
"Go, go, go away, you are stupid and I am not stupid yet, stop talking nonsense. The whole army will rest on the spot for 20 seconds immediately, and then follow me to rescue Pinghe and the others."
Wu Qianli frowned as he listened to the gunshots in the distance and had no intention of joking with Wu Wanli anymore.
It's just that he looked at Yu Conrong who was collapsed on the other side with some worry. The system restored his body, but it didn't restore Yu Conrong's body.
"Don't worry, company commander. I'm just tired. I just need to lie down for a while. Even if I charge into battle, I can still charge."
Yu Congrong swallowed, grabbed a handful of snow from his side, put it into his mouth, and moistened his chapped lips in the bathroom.
The huge feeling of coldness instantly drove away his dizziness, but after taking a mouthful of ice and snow, he felt that his intestines were frozen together, but he couldn't care less about fighting for his country.
The other warriors were also exhausted after repeated battles, and their bodies and limbs were as stiff and numb as if they were not their own.
But when they heard the gunfire in the distance and Wu Qianli's analysis, they understood that it was their brother Pao Ze who had encountered a life and death test.
So for a while, everyone imitated Yu Congrong and grabbed the small snowdrift around them and put it into their mouths. Some people were shivering from the cold, but they gritted their teeth and stood up with the gun in hand.
Someone just stood up, but because of the lack of blood circulation due to sitting for a long time, he suddenly fell away and fell back again.
Wu Qianli silently looked at this group of soldiers who had no system and relied entirely on their iron will to persist. A tear crossed his face blackened by gunpowder smoke and fell to the ground.
"Use the Rapid March Experience Card."
Wu Qianli said to the system silently in his heart that although he felt very sorry for these cutest people, it was obvious that now was not the time for children to be in love.
"Assemble the seventh interleaving company! Speed up the emergency march and rescue brother Pao Ze!"
Wu Qianli's eyes filled with tears. He pulled at his cracked and hoarse throat and shouted loudly against the biting cold wind. A burst of ice and snow poured in from his open mouth.
But his loud voice was like an invisible bugle, and every soldier in the 7th Intermediate Company was instantly on standby.
Relying on their strong will and the bonus of the Rapid March Experience Card, they were like a group of jaguars looking for prey in the dark, quickly heading towards the location where gunshots were heard.
On the other side, Pinghe directed people to send translators and telegraph machines up the hillside, while leading a dozen soldiers to snipe the surrounding U.S. troops.
Originally, Pinghe and Lei Gong took the telegraph machine and translator to move to the Dayushu command post first.
While on the way, I spotted a troop carrier carrying reinforcements from the US military, and they were about to go to the signal tower to support them.
Originally, according to the safest and most conducive way to carry out the mission, Pinghe could have ignored the situation and passed the group of American troops directly with the telegraph machine and translator.
However, as a member of the 7th interleaved company, even the ally Baoze who watched the signal tower being blown up could not bear to die without saving him.
So how could he bear to stand idly by while facing his comrades fighting side by side with his own company?
So when the U.S. military personnel carrier just passed by the hilltop where Pinghe and the others were, Pinghe made a quick decision and shot a U.S. military officer, starting a sniper battle involving less and more.
But after all, they were outnumbered, and with the translators and telegraph machines with them, Pinghe did not dare to fight head-on, so he had to fight and retreat, leading his soldiers to retreat to the mountains, and then it evolved into what it is now.
"boom--"
Deep in the forest on the mountain, there was another crisp gunshot, like the sound of the scythe of death. After Pinghe fired the shot, he calmly changed his position again and continued to snipe at the American soldiers.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
The US military looked at the dark and deep woods in fear and fired wildly.
Many US troops also used rockets and grenades to bomb indiscriminately from time to time, blasting gaps in the big trees deep in the forest. Many half-broken trees were scorched in the flames caused by the bombs.
However, Pinghe and the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon were like ghosts in the dark night, seemingly everywhere and nowhere to be seen, harvesting the lives of American soldiers shot by shot.
"Oh, God, look at these demons, they are brutally killing each other, stop them all!"
The US military officer ordered helplessly and angrily. Not only would there be no results if the fight continued like this, but his soldiers would also be gradually eaten away by Pinghe and the others.
"Rest where you are, observe the surroundings in a fighting stance, wait for the flares to explore the front, and illuminate all these damn rats who can only hide in the dark and fire cold guns. Let's go deeper!"
The U.S. military officers understood that if they and the volunteers continued to fight like this, they were undoubtedly using their own shortcomings to attack their own strengths. They simply ordered the repairs in place and waited for the flares to illuminate the area as bright as day before attacking.
"Something's wrong. Why did the US military stop suddenly?"
Pinghe had just raised his gun to shoot when he suddenly saw the U.S. military's formation. He suddenly felt bad, and an ominous premonition hit his heart.
However, when he was about to order everyone to take cover temporarily and not shoot, someone among his men fired a shot first.
"boom--"
Another American soldier fell heavily with a bullet in his forehead. The corners of the soldier's mouth raised slightly, showing a proud look. However, he was not happy for long, and he couldn't laugh the next second.
"call out--"
A small black dot like a cannonball shot straight into the sky, and suddenly it was like a small sun, blooming with dazzling light and illuminating the surrounding dark forest boundary as bright as day.
"Shoot!"
The U.S. military officer gave the order, and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, who had just finished firing cold shots, were suddenly beaten into pieces by the firepower network composed of more than a dozen bullet chains.
As if to vent the fear in their hearts just now, the US military fired a few more shots at the man's body, beating his head beyond recognition and leaving only a puddle of flesh and blood.
"Damn it, these American devils rely on their own wealth to spread all kinds of exotic gadgets as if they are free, including flares and just hit me with a reconnaissance platoon, bah!"
Pinghe reacted quickly and hid in a bunker made of dead leaves and branches in advance without being discovered.
While he was cursing, he watched as one or two other reconnaissance platoon soldiers were discovered. Under the powerful firepower of the US military, they were instantly beaten into a puddle of flesh before they even had time to react. He couldn't help but feel as if blood was dripping from his heart. General distress.
"The situation is critical now. What should we do next? Should we fight to the death and continue sniping, or should we retreat temporarily?"
The other soldiers of Pinghe's reconnaissance platoon looked at the US military's unyielding posture, even using flares to deal with them, and they all had a look of solemnity on their faces.
So they all sent similar inquiries one after another. Of course, they all used this sign language to coordinate with the chirping of birds.
"You can't retreat. Continue to snipe. As long as there is one person left, you can't let them go up the mountain. Of course, pay more attention to concealment and shoot when the flare is about to go out!"
Pinghe racked his brains and spent a lot of effort to convey this meaning. At the same time, he sighed silently. It wasn't that he didn't want to retreat, he also wanted to save some seeds for the reconnaissance platoon, but the current situation was really real. Unable to withdraw.
The soldiers of these reconnaissance platoons are all considered to have unique skills. It is easy to retreat, but what about the translators and telegraph machines?
Are they abandoning the tasks assigned by the organization just to survive? Napinghe would rather die on the battlefield with the reconnaissance platoon.
"boom--"
Before the flare disappeared, Pinghe had already targeted a US machine gunner.
Just after the flare ended, Pinghe took advantage of the cover of darkness and immediately pulled the trigger. A bloody hole was suddenly penetrated in the head of the US machine gunner.
Before he died, he was even thankful that the flares were released. He should be able to survive this battle. However, in the dark night, the scythe of death was still waving.
"call out--"
Another flare shot straight into the sky. Fortunately, Pinghe had already hid in a bunker not far away at the moment the shot was fired, and was not discovered.
However, even if it happens once or twice, it's okay. With so many people in the reconnaissance platoon, not everyone is as lucky as Pinghe.
Some soldiers, if they were to be discovered, simply ignored them, bit the tabs with grenades, and charged at the US military with the mentality of dying together.
But before he could rush in front of the US military, he was shot deeply through the chest by a bullet, and the grenade exploded in his hand, adding a heroic touch to the cold and windy night.
Under this style of play, the gunfire from the reconnaissance platoon gradually became sparser and sparse, and the US military seemed to feel the weakness of these ghosts hiding in the darkness.
So they increased their fire coverage one after another, and countless bullets seemed to be free of charge, and they were sprayed towards every corner of the forest along with the fire snakes sprayed out.
Rockets were fired one after another, and even the barrel of the rocket launcher was made red. However, the US military continued to pour rockets while cursing, and did not dare to relax.
The explosions of fire clouds submerged countless trees, and the shrapnel from the explosions pierced deeply into the trunks of the big trees.
Countless pieces of ground overgrown with weeds instantly turned into scorched earth full of gunpowder smoke and the smell of gunpowder.
Not only is the firepower like this, but the frequency of dropping flares is also increasing. The US military is pressing hard into the depths of darkness step by step to slaughter all these ghosts of death.
"Pinghe and the others are probably in danger. No, I have to go and help!"
Lei Gong couldn't help but feel something was wrong as he looked at the flares in the sky, the ferocious firepower of the US military, and the gradually weakening sound of cold gunfire from Pinghe and the others.
It's a pity that all the artillery shells just now were used up in the previous battles. Otherwise, how could his artillery platoon provide some artillery cover for Ping He, so that he would not be so depressed by the US military.
But even if there were no shells, he couldn't just watch his brother die like this. Out of temper, he grabbed a rifle and rushed over to support.
"boom--"
There was another gunshot, and Pinghe slowly raised the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting wisps of white smoke, but his face was full of determination.
This shot was taken by Pinghe at the risk of being discovered by the enemy. He shot it into the soul in a state as bright as day, directly knocking down the officers in the US military team to the ground.
But at the same time, his position was exposed, but since Pinghe dared to fire this shot, he was obviously ready to die.
Sure enough, countless bullets immediately poured towards his position, but they all hit deeply on the trees that served as his bunker. The densely packed bullet holes showed the anger of the US military.
There were also the scattered grenades, which seemed to turn everything around him into hell on earth. Looking at this scene, Pinghe didn't know whether he should be grateful that he was not dead yet, or regret that he could not die happily.
"Company Commander... I'm actually not afraid of death, but I'm a little unwilling to be able to see the U.S. troops being driven into the sea by us with my comrades from the 7th Interleaved Company. On the day of victory, I can't drink and celebrate with you. Already..."
"But I, Pinghe, am willing to die for the country, the party and the people."
Pinghe murmured softly, looking towards the direction of the motherland, and performed a military salute with trembling hands. A crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of his eyes, silently waiting for death to come...
