"Move quickly. The U.S. military will surround us later, and it will be difficult for us."
Wu Qianli looked worriedly at the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company who were quickly retrieving weapons and ammunition, and couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
Logically speaking, with the most rational approach, he should immediately take everyone in the seventh interleaving company and move their positions immediately.
However, after experiencing this wave of battles, and the limited weapons and ammunition they carried with them, they consumed too much and obviously lacked ammunition, so they took the risk to confiscate the US weapons and bullets on the position.
"Company commander, our brothers in the fire platoon are almost ready and ready to go at any time."
Yu Congrong's body was filled with bullets and grenades left by the US military, and he patted his chest and said.
After spending some time, the other soldiers also equipped themselves with bullets. If it hadn't been for the wasted wave of the US military, they could have been faster.
"The reconnaissance platoon has been fully replenished and ready to go at any time."
Pinghe threw away the old gun in his hand and replaced it with another Garand rifle that was newer and not so badly worn.
"The comrades in the artillery platoon have done everything and just picked up some bullets. We want these artillery shells, but the US military doesn't have them either."
As Lei Gong spoke, he sighed sadly.
"Brother, the comrades of the assault platoon have replenished their ammunition and are ready to go at any time."
As Wu Wanli said, he bent down again, picked up the last grenade that could fit, and hung it on his body.
Now he doesn't have much on anything except grenades. Even the storage space for bullets has been squeezed by him a lot to use for grenades.
"Pour some gasoline on the bodies of these American soldiers and burn them clean along with their weapons and ammunition."
Wu Qianli thought about it and decided not to leave any bullets to the American troops who would come later. Looking at the distance between those red dots and himself, it was considered safe.
With that said, Wu Qianli led a few soldiers to remove the unexploded oil drums from the personnel carrier that the US military was originally riding on.
Then he poured the gasoline on the bodies of the American soldiers, and then gathered them together in a very short time.
"Wu Wanli, I'll leave the rest to you, let them all burn."
Wu Qianli told the soldiers of the seventh interleaved company to stay away, and then turned his attention to Wu Wanli.
"Don't worry, brother, just keep an eye on it."
Wu Wanli raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showed a smile, and then took out a grenade.
He then bit the tab with his teeth, and a small black dot with white smoke was instantly thrown into the center of the pile of corpses that had been sprinkled with gasoline.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a violent explosion, the corpses soaked in gasoline were instantly ignited in the flames caused by the explosives.
The raging fire burned bigger and bigger, and even some grenades that had not been taken away exploded one after another under the high temperature.
The intense high temperature made the nearby air become somewhat distorted, and it was obvious that there were no more weapons and ammunition for others to use.
"Good job, comrades, let's get out of here right away."
When Wu Qianli saw that Wu Wanli had completed the scene he envisioned in an understatement, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, and then left quickly with everyone in the seventh interleaving company.
On the other side, the U.S. pursuers who had not yet realized that the leading U.S. troops had been completely annihilated were still running slowly and hurriedly towards the battle site.
"Quick, we must hurry over and surround our allies before they are completely wiped out. We will definitely annihilate them all."
The supreme commander of this U.S. military pursuit force, Delevingne, shouted loudly, not because of how dedicated he was to his job, but because he wanted to use the lives and blood of the volunteers to pave a broad road for him to rise.
As a veteran American military officer, he had not been promoted for too long, and it was not clear whether he had good luck or bad luck.
Every time, he would encounter all kinds of strange things, causing him to miss out on military exploits or even the chance to fight. This caused him to keep his rank and level at the same level while preserving his life.
"This time we are fighting within our front lines. I still don't believe that those volunteers can take care of a battalion of elite US troops so quickly."
U.S. military officer Delevingne thought so, but at the same time he showed a look of panic.
If that group of volunteers were annihilated by the vanguard of the US military, then he ran over and just watched the battle like a clown, without catching anything.
"Order the military vehicle driver to speed up quickly. Our friendly forces are in extremely danger at this moment."
Delevingne thought that his military exploits might disappear, and he immediately increased his urging voice.
However, what would he think if he knew that his so-called friendly forces had become a pile of burning waste.
"Sir, we have reached the fastest speed now, but what makes me feel strange is that the gunfire seems to have gradually stopped. Could it be..."
The gunshots that gradually stopped were heard on the other side. Officer Bill shook his head very cautiously and looked at his superior officer with a hint of admonishment.
"You mean... it's impossible, absolutely impossible. Let alone our battalion of elite U.S. troops, even if we let the volunteers catch him with hundreds of pigs, it's impossible to catch him so quickly."
The US military commander Delevingne thought for a moment and immediately rejected the idea in his mind.
He believed that the war situation at this moment must still be in an anxious state, and he could quickly resolve the battle by waiting for his troops to surround the volunteers from behind and catch turtles in a jar.
"boom--"
Then, just as the US military commander Delevingne was still immersed in his beautiful fantasy, there was a violent sound of steel impact, and the military vehicle he was in rolled over directly from the side.
Delevingne felt the scenery in front of him suddenly turn around like the world was spinning, and he couldn't help but panic.
"What happened? Could it be a volunteer attack? Xia Ling hurry up and get ready for battle."
Delevingne's reaction was actually very fast. He just dragged his dizzy body, kicked open the car door and escaped, and then gave the order to his men to be on guard.
At first, the US troops felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but later they discovered that the driver of the military vehicle accidentally drove too fast and hit a dark rock covered with snow, causing the vehicle to roll over.
"Shit!"
At this time, the US military commander Delevingne couldn't help but cursed angrily. Such a delay might make them even further away from the desired result.
"Sir, are you not injured? Do you want to..."
The adjutant also shook his slightly dizzy head, then looked at the blood stains on Draven's forehead, and couldn't help but worriedly stepped forward to ask, but was pushed away by the irritable Draven.
"Get out of here, isn't it just a minor injury? We've wasted enough time. Let's get the people below back to normal and continue on our way."
However, just when Draven was still upset about this little episode, suddenly all his soldiers stopped what they were doing and raised their heads to look blankly at the sky.
"What are you all doing? Why do you have to stop? Hurry up, there is nothing in the sky..."
The US military commander Delevingne was roaring angrily at first, but when he turned his gaze to the sky as he spoke, he was dumbfounded.
"call out--"
"call out--"
I saw countless artillery shells cutting through the resistance of the air in the night sky, making a friction sound like wild beasts and hitting them directly in their direction.
"boom!"
"boom!"
For a time, there were countless explosions and violent roars, mixed with layers of shock waves, which knocked all the American troops present to the ground.
When this group of beauties finally reacted and tried to find a bunker to hide, they discovered that the target of these shells was not just them, but the entire front-line position.
There was no way they could hide, they were exposed and exposed to shell fragments.
The first to lose their lives were the recruits who were panicked in the fierce artillery fire and ran around. They wailed and lost their fresh lives in the hands of the death of the artillery shells.
Other more experienced US military veterans found an artillery shell crater closer to themselves, jumped directly into it, and stayed close to the ground to avoid the bombardment of the artillery shells.
However, their extremely experienced approach did play some role. In the first round of artillery fire, many veterans of each group were lucky enough to survive, including Officer Draven.
"Have these volunteers already..."
Just as Draven was slapping away in disgrace, but the snow covering his military cap raised his head and looked in the direction in front of the first line of defense, countless more artillery shells came towards them.
"call out--"
"call out--"
"boom!"
Countless bombs, like black elves in the dark night, flew to their places with great accuracy and exploded instantly.
The flying shrapnel cut off their flesh and blood, turning countless American troops into corpses, lying in a pool of blood.
In this round of bombings, the US military commander Delavan could only be completely swallowed up by the fire in despair and lost his life.
The other American troops were also bombed to pieces. Even those who were lucky enough to survive fell in the snow with missing arms and legs. I am afraid that without rescue, their lives would be short-lived.
After the raging artillery fire, the very distinctive charge horn of the volunteers sounded immediately. Countless volunteers rushed towards the US military's first line of defense in skirmish formation.
The US military, which was unprepared just now, suffered heavy casualties in the artillery fire, and many firepower points were temporarily silenced.
However, their extremely strong combat qualities, coupled with the urging of US military officers, also allowed them to quickly organize a defensive counterattack in a short period of time, and the surging firepower rang out in succession.
Just as the fighting at the first line of defense was in full swing, the seventh intersecting company, led by Wu Qianli, was already running towards the second line of defense.
"Company Commander, it seems that our people have begun to attack, and our speed must be accelerated."
Mei Sheng looked at the soaring flames that turned half of the night red, and immediately understood that these were the volunteers who were charging towards the first line of defense and were having a fierce exchange of fire with the US military. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly and sighed.
"Yes, fortunately we evacuated quickly enough, otherwise, the two rounds of artillery fire just now would have hit our heads."
Wu Qianli thought about the artillery bombardment just now, and suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.
After all, dying on the battlefield and fighting to the death with the US military is nothing, but if you die under the fire of your own people, it would be such an injustice.
However, what Wu Qianli didn't know was that he had used the God-level Battlefield Goddess of Luck experience card, which caused them to evacuate the coverage of the artillery fire when this round of artillery fire came.
And their pursuers were just right. They suffered heavy casualties under the artillery fire. Even the American commander among them was killed alive by the bombs.
"Hey, company commander, instructor, why do you two look so sad?"
"Didn't we easily kill the first line of defense of the US military? In my opinion, we have nothing to worry about."
Yu Congrong grinned, laughed and consoled him. He was also a veteran, and of course he understood the difficulties and dangers of penetrating behind the enemy's rear.
But seeing that morale is a bit low now, what he said was actually for those soldiers who were a little confused.
"That's right, Brother Yu is right. These beauties look quite bluffing, but in fact, that's all."
Wu Wanli believed this and nodded. Obviously, after these successful battles, he did not take the US military seriously anymore.
"The U.S. military is not terrible. They carry a head on two shoulders. No one is stronger than another, but we cannot take it lightly. In any case, they are definitely one of the most powerful forces in the world."
Wu Qianli looked around and saw the worried and impetuous expressions on the faces of the soldiers from the regional insertion company, so he made the final decision and calmed everyone down.
Although Wu Qianli didn't make any inflammatory remarks, in front of a real fighting hero like him, as long as he spoke, everyone would always feel an indescribable sense of peace of mind.
For the next half hour, everyone was silent and walked forward quietly. Some were summarizing the lessons learned from the previous battle, while others were missing their hometown far away.
"Wait, everyone stop."
At this moment, Wu Qianli frowned and quickly stretched out his arm, signaling the soldiers of the seventh interleaved company to stop.
"Brother, what happened? It's about to get dark now. We have to hurry up and get past the second line of defense first."
Wu Wanli looked at Wu Qianli with some confusion, but saw that Wu Qianli's expression was very solemn.
"Company Commander, have we encountered the US military again? We can just go over and kill them."
Yu Congrong already had unreserved trust in Wu Qianli at this moment.
At the same time, based on his own combat experience, when the first line of defense is already in full swing, it is impossible for there to be any large troops hanging around between the second line of defense and them. They are just things that can be easily dealt with. That’s all.
"Let our National People's Congress troops rest where they are and try not to make any noise. Our reconnaissance platoon from Pinghe River will go up first to see the situation."
Wu Qianli stared at the dynamic small combat map in his mind, and couldn't help but be a little confused when he saw the red dots wrapped in some green dots, but his sixth sense on the battlefield told him that there must be something going on.
After ordering the dozen or so experts in the reconnaissance platoon, Wu Qianli headed in the direction indicated by the dynamic map in his mind, and sure enough, he found a gathering of US troops in one place.
"Damn it, these bastard U.S. troops will not die well."
Just as Wu Qianli approached them, lying on the snow and observing the surroundings carefully, he suddenly discovered something different, which made him curse.
It turned out that not far from Wu Qianli, some volunteer soldiers were tied there by the US military.
All of them have an obvious feature, that is, they have wounds on their bodies, some on their hands and some on their legs. The bloody wounds all indicate that they have experienced painful battles.
However, given the character of the volunteers, it is impossible for anyone to surrender voluntarily. Presumably, these small number of prisoners were all bombed or stabbed by the US military. Unfortunately, they passed out and were completely controlled when they woke up. They even had no chance of committing suicide. No.
"Oh, look, these poor yellow-skinned monkeys are staring at us angrily? Hahaha."
An American soldier looked at the wounded volunteers and couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked them, and then laughed wildly.
"Oh, God, I advise you to be careful, otherwise, maybe they can break away from the rope, take your gun and shoot you, hahaha..."
Another American soldier also said with a mocking tone, and also participated in teasing and bullying these prisoners with his companions.
However, it has to be said that most US soldiers still feel that their behavior is too boring, and they are doing their own thing with their eyes blank.
The ones who bullied the volunteer prisoners the most were some Korean soldiers. They couldn't defeat the volunteers on the battlefield. At the same time, they were humiliated and bullied by American soldiers in the military camp.
So they shifted all the opportunities to vent their anger to these injured volunteer prisoners. Now that they were under control, they were like toothless tigers without guns in their hands, bullying and bullying wantonly.
When Pinghe saw his friendly troops being treated like this, he clenched his fists angrily, but was calmed down by Wu Qianli's gentle pat on the shoulder.
When Wu Qianli saw such a scene, there was an uncontrollable unknown anger burning in his heart. It seemed that in the next second, he wanted to rush forward with a gun, annihilate all these American troops, and save all his companions. Come down.
After all, these people represent the dignity of Chinese soldiers. They give the US military prisoners the best treatment, but their companions have to suffer such trampling. How can people tolerate this?
"Don't worry, we have too few people now. It's not time to take action yet. Let's go back and tell the comrades about the situation. It won't be too late to deal with them after we have formulated a battle plan."
Wu Qianli took two deep breaths and suppressed the anger in his heart. He turned to Pinghe and comforted him in a low voice.
"Don't worry, company commander, I understand. I won't be impulsive, but these American and Korean troops don't want to live until tomorrow."
Pinghe looked at the group of American soldiers, and the hatred in his heart surged instantly. He spoke angrily, and then disappeared into the night with a pace of five thousand miles.
