Officer Milan looked at Wuqianli, as if he saw the enemy who killed his father, and even his eyebrows were usually a little twisted, but he knew that now was not the time to be angry, and he had to call for reinforcements as soon as possible.
As long as their US military reinforcements arrive, if they can still hold on and survive, they will cooperate with each other inside and outside to encircle and annihilate them. The strength of the seventh intersecting company will not be enough to fill the gap between their teeth.
Obviously, Wu Qianli also understood this truth. When he saw the telegraph machine in the hands of the Milan officer, he secretly thought that something was wrong.
So Wu Qianli quickly ordered the 7th Interpenetrating Company to attack quickly and be sure to completely defeat this group of American troops within one minute.
Yu Congrong also saw Wu Qianli's fighting gesture, and did not continue to suppress the fire. Instead, he led the soldiers from the fire platoon and rushed over from both sides with their guns in hand.
In an instant, the U.S. military was faced with attacks from three sides, and the pressure reached its peak.
"Hold on, everyone, hold on. Our reinforcements will arrive soon. The players' telegrams have been sent out and received responses from their superiors. These volunteers will not survive long."
Officer Milan saw that the American soldiers around him seemed to be about to collapse and surrender. He quickly shouted to restore morale.
However, this trick seemed to work really well. Relying on the guise of reinforcements, he managed to stabilize the US military formation that was about to collapse.
"Use the god-level battlefield luck goddess experience card."
Seeing that the battle situation was getting anxious, Wu Qianli couldn't help but hurriedly recited these words in his heart and used the system's bonus.
"Comrades, we must round them up as soon as possible, otherwise we will be in trouble when the US military reinforcements arrive. Follow me and kill them together."
Although Wu Qianli used the system's experience card, he did not dare to take it lightly. Instead, he continued to increase his offensive against the US military, hoping to completely disintegrate them quickly and move immediately.
After all, luck is too mysterious. It's fine to count on this thing to create some opportunities, but Wu Qianli really doesn't dare to do so if he expects him to win the battle.
"Oh, God, please, let me fix this thing."
The Milan officer looked at the telegraph machine in his hand and felt anxious. He had already asked for reinforcements. These were just words he made to boost morale.
Now the telegraph machine actually stopped working at the critical moment. He was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat in the cold air of the ice and snow.
"Da da da da da da da..."
With a burst of rapid machine gun fire, the Browning machine gun passed by the soldiers around him and fired a burst of fire in the direction of the Milan officer.
Many bullets were deflected out of the sky, but a small number of bullets still hit the Milan officer's body, causing a burst of sparks.
"Shit!"
Officer Milan had to lower his body to avoid the grenade attack. He did not dare to take it lightly. He might accidentally turn it into a lunch box, but this also made it more difficult for him to play with the telegraph machine.
Wu Qianli obviously guessed that the Milan officer did not call for reinforcements, and he vaguely understood the function of the telegraph machine in his hand.
So Wu Qianli fired machine gun fire not in the hope of killing him, but in the hope of creating some pressure on the other side so that the U.S. reinforcements would get the news later.
"Damn it, why did these American devils suddenly feel like they were given a shot of chicken blood? They are about to collapse."
Yu Congrong cursed and couldn't help but feel angry as he looked at the American army whose morale suddenly revived.
Just when the Milan officer lied to the US military that reinforcements were coming, the morale of the US military was greatly shaken, and they suddenly counterattacked, almost killing Yu Congrong on the way to the charge.
Yu Congrong felt a little angrily as he touched a large piece of scalp on his head that had been wiped off by a bullet, and there was a big swelling on the scalp. He didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad.
"boom--"
There was another crisp burst of gunfire, and the American machine gunner who had just mustered up the morale to fight back fell down in an instant.
It turned out that Pinghe was at the sniper point, and he showed off his power again, suppressing the heavy firepower of the US military.
It was different from Yu Congrong's impatience in wanting to charge over quickly and win the victory.
As a sniper, Pinghe still maintains the calmness and calmness of his face without changing his expression even when the mountains are collapsing in front of him, as if he wants to shoot one shot after another to snipe the 7th Interpenetrating Company to victory.
"Comrades, follow me and charge forward!"
Mei Sheng felt the hail of bullets whizzing past his head, as if he was also feeling the countless brushes between death and him.
In such a highly tense battlefield atmosphere, he could not think of many inspiring words for the time being.
So Mei Sheng could only block the front with his body, taking over Wu Qianli's responsibility of leading the charge. He had quite the momentum of the Soviet political commissar leading the charge.
It is said that during World War II, because the Soviet political commissar liked to lead the charge too much at the beginning, resulting in a high death rate, the army confiscated the Soviet political commissar's pistols.
However, the Soviet political commissar without a pistol had to lead the charge even if he was holding a bench, which often boosted the morale of the army.
When the soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company saw the instructor rushing to the front, they couldn't help but feel guilty and stood up one after another, pressing towards the US military with submachine guns.
"Go to hell!"
Wu Wanli also found the right opportunity at this time and bit open a guard's ring.
For a moment, the grenade, which was steaming with white gas, was thrown into the air by him. Just when the grenade was about to hit the ground, it exploded at the right time.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a huge roar of grenades, a US heavy machine gunner's head was blown open in the fire. The heavy machine gun in his hand was also seriously damaged and could no longer be used normally.
"This kid really has a way with grenades."
Pinghe, who had just targeted the heavy machine gunner, saw that his target had been killed. He couldn't help but smile, glanced at Wu Wanli, praised twice, and then turned his gun elsewhere.
"His grandma, if it weren't for the cannonballs that feel sorry for me, would you still be so arrogant now?"
At this time, Lei Gong pressed a submachine gun and fired at the U.S. military's position. Under the action of countless hot bullets, the rocks and flying swords hit the U.S. troops in pain.
However, when Lei Gong's submachine gun just misfired, they poked their heads in Lei Gong's direction, wanting to shoot immediately.
"Da da da da da da da..."
Suddenly, as soon as they raised their heads, their heads were blown open like watermelons, leaving bright red blood. Lei Gong was laughing from ear to ear, laughing and scolding the US military for being too stupid.
It turned out that just when the US military wanted to quickly counterattack in the direction where Lei Gong had just fired, unexpectedly, Lei Gong deliberately kept half of the bullets and pretended to be misfired, tricking them into sticking their heads out.
In fact, in order to complete this step of killing, many US troops only realized that this was a conspiracy when they died. It must be said that ginger is still hotter.
"Oh, my God, this telegraph machine is more annoying than the old lady sitting in the street with her foot wraps."
Officer Milan fiddled with it for a long time, but found that the telegraph machine was still in a malfunctioning state.
Of course he didn't understand that Wu Qianli's use of the Battlefield Goddess of Luck Experience Card turned his bad luck into something bad. He could only complain to God and the sky, feeling anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
However, while he was eagerly playing with the telegraph machine, he didn't realize that half of his head was sticking out, nakedly exposed to the range of five thousand miles.
"good chance!"
Wu Qianli saw the exposed half of his head and immediately remembered that this was the location of the person holding the telegraph machine.
So Wu Qianli immediately raised the machine gun and aimed slightly for two seconds before pulling the trigger.
"Da da da da da da da..."
A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun in Wu Qianli's hand, and countless flying bullets rushed towards Officer Milan's head.
However, due to the recoil of the machine gun, the muzzle of the Five Thousand Miles gun tilted slightly upward, and countless flying bullets just passed over the head of the Milan officer.
"Shit!"
Officer Milan suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, and a dangerous breath of death surged in his head.
"not good!"
Wu Qianli understood that his not very accurate shot just now had alerted the enemy. He quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun and fired several bullets in a burst fire in a few tenths of a second.
"puff--"
Suddenly, there was a slight sound of a broken head. The Milan officer had just repaired the telegraph machine and the joy on his face just appeared when a bullet pierced his head.
He struggled desperately, but found that his strength seemed to be drained away bit by bit, even the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and his sense of touch was gradually disappearing.
"I always thought this lucky experience card was trying to fool me, but it seems to have some effect."
Wu Qianli looked at the extremely unstable machine gun in his hand, then looked at the distance between himself and the officer, and couldn't help but murmur to himself.
At this time, the US soldiers had not noticed anything was wrong, and were still resisting them tenaciously. The reinforcements they had been thinking about in their hearts did not seem to appear again.
However, just as an American soldier was holding a Garand rifle and pouring bullets desperately, he turned around and saw Officer Milan who had already fallen in a pool of blood.
For a moment, the reinforcements that had just appeared in his mind faded away, with a slightly shocked expression on his face, and even the muzzle of the gun in his hand was lowered.
Soon, more and more U.S. troops also discovered that their top commander had been shot dead, and the weapons they held tightly in their hands became somewhat misfired.
The shadow of low morale seemed to be constantly hanging over them, greatly weakening their combat power.
"boom--"
Seeing that something was wrong with the US military at this time, Ping He quickly fired another shot with sharp eyes and quick hands, knocking out a heavy hit point of the US military.
And this time he did not move immediately, but fired two consecutive shots, killing two US non-commissioned officers who wanted to reorganize the US soldiers to fight back.
"Comrades, if the U.S. military is exhausted, it will press forward and wipe them out completely."
Seeing this situation, Yu Congrong called for a good opportunity in his heart. He quickly led the fire platoon and charged at several rounds of bullets on the position. The American troops, whose morale was already low, could not raise their heads at all.
"Comrades, try to hit the most vulnerable areas. Do not accept surrender or take prisoners. Remember, we do not take prisoners."
After Wu Qianli had just killed the enemy officer, he also joined the charge and fired a few bullets from time to time.
At closer and closer distances, Wu Qianli's machine gun fired almost as accurately as a rifle. Even the deflection of bullets caused by jitter was covered up by the huge firepower.
This made up for Pinghe's shortcomings as a sharpshooter in some blind spots, causing many American soldiers who had the courage to take the lead to die on the spot.
"American devils, go to hell!"
Wu Wanli still bit open the tab of the water grenade and poured grenades desperately on the US military position.
At this moment, he no longer cared about whether it was an air explosion or not. When he threw the grenade, he was slightly sore from too much exertion.
Finally, after he invested more than a dozen grenades in a row, he touched his arms again, but found nothing. It turned out that the stone belt he was carrying had been used up.
He couldn't help but move his hands and feet, picked up a submachine gun, and joined the assault.
"Shit!"
Under such a fierce attack from the 7th Interleaving Company, many American troops saw that their commander was already on the spot, and their belief in fighting to survive was slightly shaken.
"Didn't General MacArthur say that those volunteers were all wearing shabby clothes and carrying some crappy guns? Why do they feel that their firepower and combat literacy are no worse than ours?"
A US military recruit clung to a larger bunker and asked the veteran next to him.
"Haha, General MacArthur also said that you would go home for the New Year after Christmas. Is it possible for us to go back now?"
The veteran had never experienced this kind of battle. He had fought in the most brutal war, which was the Pacific War.
But this group of volunteers is obviously different from the Japanese army who only know how to charge. They seem to be more cunning, know better about using strategies, and are not half as courageous as the Japanese army.
For a while, no one on the US military position spoke, but remained relatively wordless.
But obviously, everyone seemed to understand from the eye contact that many people had already considered surrendering and becoming prisoners.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire on the US military position. For a moment, the charging men of the 7th Intermediate Company staggered and fell into the snow. In fact, they were looking for bunkers, and they were temporarily suppressed and could not lift their heads.
But after a while, Wu Qianli was the first to notice something was wrong.
Although these gunfires were very fierce, they did not seem to be aimed at killing them; The past life is pouring outward.
I really don't understand what the US military is thinking, but this does bring some obstacles to their charge.
However, the U.S. troops on the ground always want to use up the last bullets in their guns and surrender when the time comes, which is also in line with the rules of the U.S. military. At that time, they will be regarded as heroic warriors, not cowardly deserters.
However, if they knew a few words in Chinese, they would definitely not do such a stupid thing. After all, they did not understand that the 7th Interleaving Company at this moment would not accept prisoners at all, but would kill them directly.
As a result, the surging firepower did not last long, and gradually became mute. Even some American troops who wanted to continue to resist saw the looks in their companions' eyes, and their fighting spirit was severely shaken.
If half of your companions on the battlefield are already thinking about surrendering, will you still fight to the death for that illusory hope?
"Brother, what's going on with these American troops? They were so powerful just now. Why are they withering now? Could it be a scam?"
Wu Wanli patted his academic qualifications and asked Wu Qianli doubtfully.
"Even if there is a scam, we have to rush over. There is not much time left for us now."
Wu Qianli didn't understand the strange thoughts in the minds of the US military, but continued to attack forward with a slightly tired body and a gun.
After a small amount of resistance, 5,000 people with assault cards took the lead in rushing into the US military position.
Unlike what he expected to experience another brutal hand-to-hand combat, the American troops seemed to be looking at him blankly, and some even wanted to raise their hands.
On the other side, Yu Congrong, who was carrying the firepower card, also sensed the US military position. He pulled out his military thorn on the spot, preparing for a life-and-death fight with the US military.
However, soon the ferocious look on his face turned into the same confusion as Wu Qianli. Looking at the American troops on the ground who were about to discard their weapons, he felt panicked.
If the US military really surrenders, it will be very difficult for them. They absolutely cannot accept so many prisoners.
"They are moving! Don't let them grab the guns, shoot them quickly and kill them all!"
Wu Qianli pretended to be very anxious and shouted, and pulled the trigger of the machine gun in his hand.
"NO! NO!"
Many U.S. troops were shocked when they saw this. They quickly raised their hands and shook their heads desperately like a wave drum, as if they wanted to explain something. However, the next second they no longer had this chance.
"Da da da da da da da da da da..."
Countless flying bullets pierced their flesh and blood. By the time many US troops reacted and wanted to grab their guns and fight again, it was already too late.
Accompanied by the dream of countless dead bodies falling to the ground, the American soldiers stared at the low-sucking and sucking with wide eyes, and the people in the company seemed to have lost their lives in silent confusion and panic.
"I'm sorry, American devils. If we meet in another place, we may be able to use your lives as a bargaining chip on our negotiation table."
Wu Qianli looked at the corpses lying in a pool of blood and sighed slowly.
The other people in the 7th Interleaved Company were no longer surprised. Instead, they all consciously walked up and touched up the American soldiers who were not dead yet.
"His grandma is a jerk. These American devils almost killed me."
Yu Congrong first stabbed an American soldier who was pretending to be dead on the ground with a sharp knife, then touched a large piece of his scalp that had been scratched by the bullet, and then cursed.
"The grenades on these US troops are really fat."
Although Wu Wanli's hands were already a little sore at this moment, he was still happily searching the American soldiers one by one, and pinned the grenades on his body.
The other soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company, who had experienced a big battle, did not have enough ammunition reserves on their bodies, so they were very careful to collect them on the battlefield.
"Don't worry about these people. Just search for some weapons and ammunition. We have to leave as soon as possible."
Suddenly, Wu Qianli reminded the soldiers of the seventh interleaving company in shock.
The small dynamic combat map in his mind showed that there were countless red dots approaching them quickly. If the exhausted 7th Interleaving Company was entangled again at this time, it would be troublesome.
