The biting cold wind tore through the silence of the night, like a wild beast with teeth and claws, making a penetrating roar.
The flying snow fell all over the sky, half-covering the soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company who were ambushing on both sides of the road. It not only provided them with cover, but also caused them a lot of trouble.
Wu Qianli looked at the intersection down the hillside and rubbed his hands vigorously. However, after rubbing for a long time, he could not make the stiff palms red. He only felt that the coldness seemed to be pervasive and everywhere.
Wu Wanli was lying next to the snowdrift in the ice and snow, feeling that the blood in his entire body seemed to have been frozen by the cold, making him numb.
He took out the potatoes in his arms with a slight trembling, and wanted to take a bite, but suddenly a pain came from his mouth. It turned out to be potatoes as hard as rocks, which shattered his teeth.
"Gua Wa Zi is really stupid. Just eat this. If you eat it this way, you won't need to eat all those rows of teeth."
Lei Gong took out the potato that he had been holding in his chest for a long time and handed it to Wu Wanli's hand. Wu Wanli looked at Lei Gong with gratitude, nodded heavily, and without being polite, he broke the two halves. He ate it with big mouthfuls.
"Brother, how long are we going to lie down?"
Wu Wanli lay here like a sculpture for an hour, unable to help but move his mouth and talk. If he didn't move or talk, he might accidentally fall asleep and never wake up again.
"Just wait, it should be here soon. Everyone, please be careful and move your hands and feet slightly from time to time. Don't really turn into an ice sculpture here."
While Wu Qianli was speaking, bursts of white air came out of his mouth, and the biting cold wind took the opportunity to pour into his throat, seeming to turn his stomach upside down.
"If this American devil doesn't come again, I'm afraid our seventh interleaved company will have to give up to a few of our brothers."
Yu Congrong was also trembling, but he still held the submachine gun in his hand tightly, and pulled the bolt from time to time to avoid the embarrassment of jamming when the enemy came later.
Wu Qianli was a little scared looking at the quiet road, but his combat intuition told him that this was the best place to ambush.
Finally, a beam of light penetrated the darkness in front of the highway and shined directly on the road half covered with snow.
The American soldiers on the personnel carrier complained while eating canned luncheon meat.
Behind the vehicle were dozens of running South Korean troops, struggling to keep up with the speed of the troop carrier and constantly eating exhaust fumes.
"Oh - this damn weather, I must have been a subordinate of Satan in my previous life, so in this life I was sent to this peninsula to fight these yellow-skinned monkeys."
An American soldier on the military vehicle complained.
"Haha, brother, I am optimistic. I believe General MacArthur, we will go back before Christmas for the holidays."
A US military non-commissioned officer patted him on the shoulder and comforted himself in a low voice. He looked at the flying snow in the sky with real uncertainty.
"Everyone rest where you are!"
Following the order from the U.S. military officer, dozens of South Korean soldiers who were running behind the troop carrier staggered and lay on the snow, not caring about the cold and panting there.
The U.S. soldiers disembarked from the personnel carrier in an orderly manner, and some still maintained a vigilant posture, but most of them were dejected. Such harsh weather tortured them a bit.
"Company commander, these American devils suddenly stopped. What do you think? Should we fight?"
Yu Congrong saw that only half of the US troops at the foot of the mountain had entered an ambush state, and his teeth suddenly itched with anger.
"Lei Gong, ask your artillery platoon to concentrate the grenades of the seventh interleaving company to that commanding height."
"When you hear the sound of my gunshot, throw it down as hard as you can. Remember to throw it to both sides of the US military vehicle as much as possible, so as not to blow up the vehicle. Oh, and also, take Wu Wanli with you."
Wu Qianli moved his slightly stiff arms and ordered to Lei Gong.
"As ordered, brothers from the artillery platoon, follow me!"
Lei Gong and his men quickly rushed to the commanding heights. He couldn't help sighing halfway, if only there were still cannonballs.
"Yu Congrong, you and the fire platoon, when you hear my gunshots later, try your best to knock down those American troops first. Those Korean troops have nothing to fear."
"yes!"
After giving orders to Yu Congrong, Wu Qianli led the rest of the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company and walked around the mountain to the other side of the American army.
"Damn it, what are you doing here? Go and be on guard. What if enemy troops come?"
The US military officers looked at the swaying South Korean army with a sudden burst of contempt, feeling that they could not hold up the wall with mud.
While cursing in harsh Korean, he angrily kicked each of the South Korean soldiers up with his legs.
"Haha, these US troops don't regard us as human beings..."
A South Korean soldier who had just struggled to get up had the big shoe prints of the US military on his face.
And he looked at the pickles that he had just taken out but was kicked to the ground with some indignation. He gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything when he looked at the American soldiers holding submachine guns and watching eagerly next to him.
The other South Korean troops also dispersed and were on guard for their US military organizations.
"call out--"
A rocket, with a fierce offensive, instantly tore through the swirling snow curtain, but it went straight over the heads of the South Korean army and flew into the crowd of American soldiers.
"boom!"
The huge roar stunned the American troops who were resting just now for a second.
Then before they could react, Lei Gong stood on the commanding heights, pulled out the fuse of the grenade and threw it down.
For a time, countless grenades were poured at the feet of the American soldiers, making it impossible for people to hide. Then there were bursts of explosions, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of American soldiers.
"Fight back! Fight back!"
The US military officer shouted and directed the remaining soldiers to hide behind the military vehicle.
However, the bursts of flying snow set off by the explosion poured directly into his throat, and the loud noises also drowned out his orders.
However, a small number of experienced US troops did realize something was wrong at the first opportunity, and hurriedly hid in the bunker and picked up their submachine guns to fight back.
"Da da da da da da da..."
Yu Congrong led the fire platoon and rushed over like tigers descending the mountain when the US military did not react.
Wu Qianli also led his soldiers to kill them, outflanking them from both sides at the same time, like a giant pliers, pinching the American and Korean troops from the front and back.
Amidst the hail of bullets, a few American soldiers were shot through the head by bullets as soon as they showed up. They fell to the snow with a plop, twitched twice and then lost their breath.
The South Korean army without bunkers was even worse. Although they were not the first targets of the attack, in this mixed firepower network, neither the US military nor the volunteers took their safety into consideration, and thus became a rat in the cracks, suffering from both sides. .
Suddenly, the South Korean army collapsed instantly. They raised their hands and were about to surrender, but they were beaten to death by bullets poured out by the US military.
"These American devils think hiding behind military vehicles will be useful, right?"
Wu Wanli gritted his teeth and pulled the tabs of three grenades in succession, and threw them hard at the US military behind the military vehicle.
However, this time it seemed that he was not so lucky. Two of them rolled directly into the middle and on both sides. The explosion caused bursts of snowflakes but did not cause any damage.
However, one missile did pass through the head of the military vehicle accurately and exploded in the air behind the US military bunker.
In an instant, countless shrapnel tore the bodies of the U.S. troops apart, and the explosion shattered the glass of the car door. The crystal glass became the second harvest of killing and wounding the U.S. troops.
When Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong rushed forward, several remaining American soldiers raised their hands.
Several of the US military recruits looked blankly at the volunteer soldiers descending the mountain like tigers, obviously stunned.
Their military qualities were no weaker than those of the volunteers, but their willpower and perseverance to lurk in the ice and snow for hours, and their desperate fighting style deeply shocked them.
"Company commander, what should we do with these people?"
Yu Congrong looked at the rows of American soldiers kneeling on the ground with their hands raised and their weapons down. Even if they couldn't understand English, it was hard to shoot them now.
"Why are these American devils so spineless?"
Looking at the surrendering American troops, Wu Qianli felt a headache. He couldn't kill all these prisoners in one go.
"This officer, we have surrendered now. I hope you will treat prisoners of war preferentially in accordance with international conventions and give us the treatment we deserve!"
A US military officer with his hands raised saw Wu Qianli's status in the 7th Interleaved Company and boldly reminded him loudly.
Other American soldiers also turned their attention to Wu Qianli, with a hint of normality in their eyes. Some of them had even planned their next meal and how they were going to eat it.
"Why don't the company commander kill them all? I'll do the job. With these American devils, how can we carry out our mission well?"
Lei Gong thought about Ping He who was being tortured by the US military, and his heart suddenly burned with anger. He gritted his teeth, patted his chest, and took him down, looking at the group of US soldiers who didn't look good at all.
"Killing prisoners of war is such a thing..."
At this time, Mei Sheng, who had not participated in the battle for a long time because of his injuries, stood up, but he was halfway through his words and did not say any more.
He looked at Wu Qianli. Obviously he was not a rigid person. Knowing the trouble of taking these prisoners, he still decided to let Wu Qianli make the decision.
"In this world of ice and snow, I'm afraid I'll kill you and leave you here, and you'll be buried under heavy snow soon. Who cares about international conventions, don't you think so?"
Wu Qianli sneered while holding the gun and putting the muzzle on the head of the US military officer.
The US military officer trembled for an instant, looking at the demon in front of him in surprise, and opened his mouth tremblingly, but he was so frightened that he didn't even know what to say.
The other soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company and the remaining anxious American soldiers all turned their attention to Wu Qianli, waiting for his final verdict.
