When Wu Qianli and Pinghe returned to the temporary garrison of the 7th Intersection Company, they told everything they saw and heard. The soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company all looked angry when they heard this.
"His grandma's, I've said it before, why should we give those American prisoners good food and drink? Why don't they all follow our example and kill them all."
Yu Congrong was the first to speak angrily, and even what he said seemed a bit out of line.
"Oh, these US troops are really bastards."
When Mei Sheng heard Yu Chong's words at first, he originally wanted to remind him of the military rules and regulations, but he opened his mouth and still didn't say anything. Instead, he cursed in agreement.
"I watched with my own eyes as those American devils kicked our friendly troops down in the snow."
"They also used the snow on the ground to stuff our soldiers' mouths for fun. When I saw it, I wanted to shoot that guy to death."
Even Pinghe, who usually didn't like to talk and was taciturn, was obviously angered this time. He clenched his fists on the spot and said angrily.
"It's okay to stay angry and maintain our fighting capacity, but our thinking can't be distorted."
Wu Qianli couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he heard what everyone said about the future treatment of the US military prisoners.
But at the same time, he blushed all the time. What qualifications did he have to blame his soldiers? Wasn't it just that he was a bad leader?
However, the Volunteer Army's preferential treatment policy for US military prisoners obviously has its own considerations, and it can gain face for future international reputation.
In addition, these US military prisoners can be used as bargaining chips on the negotiation table to secure considerable benefits for the Republic.
"Brother, how do you fight? Please give me an accurate answer. We all listen to you."
Wu Wanli scratched the back of his head while being angry. It was obvious that he was used to mechanically executing orders under Wu Qianli's orders.
"The company commander told me that we have just replenished ammunition and have strong firepower. We might as well fight the ambush battle we just had and annihilate them all."
Since switching to beautiful weapons and equipment, Yu Congrong has obviously reaped the benefits of strong firepower, especially in the previous battle, which suppressed the US military so much that it couldn't hold its head up.
The words "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality" are also vividly reflected in the seventh interspersed series. Everyone has a lot of recognition of Yu Congrong's words.
"Yu Congrong's proposal is not without its feasibility."
Wu Qianli pinched his chin, frowned and thought carefully, and slowly said this sentence, but it was obvious that he was not very satisfied with this proposal.
Indeed, Wu Qianli looked at the soaring flames of the US military's first line of defense in the distance, and he understood that this fierce battle would leave the US military with no time to send reinforcements.
Even in the fierce artillery fire and gunfire, you couldn't even notice the siege they were carrying out in the distance.
And their location is some distance away from the second line of defense, so a simple and crude assault seems to be a feasible strategy.
However, the shortcomings are also obvious. This will not only cause a lot of casualties to the seventh interleaved company, but may also accidentally injure friendly forces during the melee.
"Company Commander, I have a suggestion, I'm not sure if it's acceptable."
Pinghe looked at Wu Qianli, who had been frowning and thinking, and whispered carefully.
"What's the proposal? You tell me."
Wu Qianli raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that Heping would offer him advice at this time. Instead, he became interested for a moment, put on a smile, and sat upright to listen.
"I feel that there is still some gap between our previous operations and the special operations advocated by you, company commander."
"Although I did not apply this concept strategically, in terms of tactical execution, we still fought hard like traditional combat."
As Pinghe spoke, he observed Wu Qianli's expression, fearing that Wu Qianli would be angry, but as an old comrade of the 7th Interleaving Company, he also had some confidence in his heart, so he dared to say these words.
"It's okay, you said it very well, go on and I'm listening."
Wu Qianli didn't expect that Pinghe suddenly pointed out this problem of the 7th interleaving company. He couldn't help but frown, think about it, and reflect on the previous battles.
"Company Commander, I think this battle is not going to be as good as this. Let the sharpshooters of our reconnaissance platoon snipe the enemy first."
"While sniping valuable targets, we also made them mistakenly think that our numbers are small and we are just some guerrillas."
"When the time comes, we will annoy them and lure them to send people to surround us. Then we will set up an ambush and eat them."
"After eating, we also used the encirclement prepared in advance for the other group of people to surround them, making it impossible for them to escape no matter which direction they fled."
"In this way, we can achieve our goal of encircling and annihilating enemy forces, preserving friendly prisoners, and minimizing our own casualties."
Pinghe said what he was thinking in one breath. Feeling Wu Qianli's admiring gaze, he couldn't help but blush. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and was about to say something modest.
"Okay, Pinghe, you summed it up very well. Everyone has heard it. Let's do what Pinghe said."
Wu Qianli thought about the feasibility of this strategy for a moment, then nodded heavily, and finally made the final decision on the battle plan.
In fact, the strategy Pinghe mentioned was not very clever, and it was even very simple. However, on the battlefield, the simpler the plan, the better it was executed and the easier it was to succeed.
In addition, one thing that Wuqianli values and peace very much is that he does not respect himself as a god like other people in the 7th interleaving company, and only wants to obey his own orders.
Rather, having one's own thoughts and ideas and being able to continuously progress and improve in combat is the valuable asset needed as a special operations force.
"Pinghe, later you will set up a sniper point on the right side of the enemy, spread out your sharpshooters, and carry out targeted sniping at the enemy."
"It's important to get their attention and anger, but also make them think there's a chance of annihilation."
Wu Qianli looked at Pinghe with confidence, believing that he would be able to master this speed, so that he could set off the US military, but not hit them too hard, so that they would be wary.
"Don't worry, company commander, I understand. Just tie your pockets and wait for the angry American devils to get inside."
As Pinghe spoke, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Yu Congrong, you and your comrades from the fire platoon will cover up the U.S. military's retreat and retreat. You must not give them a chance to escape. The firepower points must be set up to kill and injure the U.S. troops to the maximum extent."
After saying that, Wu Qianli turned his attention to Yu Congrong, who was obviously tired.
In fact, his mission is the heaviest, because they are behind enemy lines, and every battle can only be fought purely as a battle of encirclement and annihilation. They must not let go of a single American soldier, otherwise their whereabouts will be exposed.
"Lei Gong, you will take the turret and try to find the commanding heights later, get a good view, and then bombard the group of American troops who are stuck in the pockets, so that they can't find their way around."
Wu Qianli hesitated for a moment, and then ordered to Lei Gong. In fact, he originally wanted to save the shells and save them for more critical times in the future.
But there is no way, this battle must be resolved as soon as possible, while the first line of defense is still under a large-scale attack by the volunteers, and it can be done under the cover of artillery fire and gunfire.
Otherwise, while they were fighting, the first line of defense would be finished before them. Then the long night suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of gunshots from their side was the most prominent, then they would be embarrassed.
"Don't worry, company commander, I'm afraid you won't give us a chance to fire off the cannons. As long as our cannons are fired, we'll definitely give the American devils a good look."
When Lei Gong heard about this battle, the cannons of their artillery platoon could be put to use, he couldn't help but grinned, and patted his chest in assurance.
After the reconnaissance platoon attracted part of the US military, the task of completely annihilating the US military was handed over to the assault platoon directly under Wu Qianli.
Before the war officially started, Wu Qianli took out his notebook again, tore off a piece of paper on it, roughly drew the distribution of the US military, and circulated it to everyone.
After all, it would be a waste of time to go over there and observe again in the dark.
Based on Wu Qianli's field observations and the small dynamic battle map in his mind, the distribution of the U.S. military drawn out can be considered extremely accurate.
However, when Wu Qianli suddenly remembered that many of his comrades could not read, he simply pointed at the icons and roughly explained the situation.
Everyone also nodded slightly, praising Wu Qianli for his extremely meticulous observation, and he could even draw the hidden vitality points of the US military.
After saying that, the seventh interleaved company officially set off. After arriving at the predetermined position, everyone entered their respective combat positions according to the pre-planned battle plan, staring at the American and Korean troops below with anger in their eyes.
When each platoon sent a signal in the form of bird calls, indicating that they were peaceful after arriving at their position, they slowly raised their guns and pointed them at a US military officer who was talking freely.
Kress happens to be an officer of this US military reinforcement company. At this moment, he is holding a military kettle, drinking with a slight blush on his face, bragging to the soldiers around him about his combat deeds.
The kettle in his hand was of course not water, but red wine. He had long been accustomed to drinking like this. He felt it had a different flavor. Even the tone of his story became high-spirited, and the soldiers under his command were also very considerate. Flattery.
Suddenly, Kress felt a chill on his forehead. Years of fighting had given him an indescribable intuition. He immediately pushed away the people around him and hid behind a bunker.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling a little unwell? Do you want to call the medics to come over and take a look?"
The Juventus adjutant on the side thought there was something wrong with him, so he became unhappy and quickly followed him to comfort him.
"It's okay. I'm in good health. I hope I'm worrying too much. It's harmful."
Grace originally wanted to express her doubts, but she heard that the first line of defense was still being fought in full swing, and the sound of gunfire was endless.
He suddenly felt that he must have thought too much. The first line of defense must not even be able to fly over now, and how could there be volunteers in his place?
On the other hand, Pinghe, who was looking at his target disappearing from sight, couldn't help but cursed secretly, lamenting the good luck of this US military officer, and could only helplessly turn the gun elsewhere.
"boom--"
Suddenly, a crisp gunshot broke the calm atmosphere of the US military.
A machine gunner who was leaning on a heavy machine gun and chatting with his companions fell into a pool of blood with his neck crooked, with a relaxed smile still on his face.
Several of his companions nearby were stunned and didn't realize what was happening for a while. The US troops elsewhere seemed to understand that something was wrong and quickly picked up the guns around them.
"boom--"
"boom--"
Several more gunshots sounded as crisp as fried beans, and several American soldiers who had not yet reacted were hit one after another. Their foreheads were directly pierced by a hot bullet, and then they fell powerlessly in the snow.
"Hide, hide quickly, there are enemy troops."
Grace couldn't help but be a little shocked when she saw that her suspicion had come true, and she quickly shouted to the American soldiers to be careful of enemy sneak attacks.
"Da da da da da da da..."
The U.S. military's heavy machine guns immediately fired, and countless hot bullets were poured into the spot where they had just leveled the river with the sound of sniper shots.
However, the volunteer soldiers there had already diverted countless bullets, and they could only hit the air.
"boom--"
Accompanied by the clear and ghostly sound of gunfire, many heavy machine guns suddenly went silent. The machine guns that were furious just now seemed to have become sluggish and mute.
At this moment, the US military is in the light, while Pinghe and his reconnaissance team are in the dark. This is obviously an unequal battle. Pinghe and the others can kill and injure the US military accurately, but the US military can only pour towards possible enemies in the dark. bullet.
"No, these cunning enemy forces are taking advantage of them. I guess they don't have many people. They just want to cause damage to us in this way."
Officer Kress, who was hiding in the bunker, immediately made his own judgment in his mind. He had been listening for a while, and the sounds coming from the darkness were all accurate sniper shots, and there was no heavy firepower.
In addition, there didn't seem to be many people. They were more like guerrillas sent by North Korea than volunteers who ambush.
"We cannot continue to be beaten passively like this. We immediately sent two platoons of troops to outflank their position."
Grace immediately issued an order, wanting his capable generals to annihilate this group of enemy troops.
Otherwise, if the fight continues like this, if they are beaten by dozens or twenty guerrillas and suffer heavy casualties, then where will his face be?
However, after Grace yelled for a while, he suddenly discovered that his platoon leader had either been killed by a sniper, or he had been wounded by a gunshot and was unable to lead the charge.
"Shit!"
Grace couldn't help but swore a curse word, and immediately decided that she would personally lead the people around and annihilate all these hateful demons.
"Why haven't these American devils moved on yet? Are they planning to fight us like this?"
Pinghe on the other side was getting a little anxious as he spoke.
If this continues, their goal of annihilating the US military and quickly rescuing friendly prisoners will fail.
The gradual casualties of their reconnaissance platoon were enough to make Pinghe feel bad.
After all, even if they were hiding in the dark, even if they changed positions immediately after firing a shot, they had already exercised the utmost caution.
However, under the cover of unreasonable firepower, there are always some unlucky ones who will be hit by stray bullets, even in vital parts.
"boom--"
Just as Pinghe's quick eyes and quick hands sent another hot bullet into the head of a US military non-commissioned officer, countless bullet belts were fired in his direction, as if to vent the full anger of the US military.
Just when Pinghe was pinned down and unable to stand up, the US military finally responded accordingly.
"Okay, that guy Pinghe did a great job. These American devils are really impatient and want to send troops to outflank us. Well, then I will let you come back without any return."
Wu Qianli, who was lying in ambush not far from the reconnaissance platoon, wiped the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The most important first step of their plan had been successful.
"Don't fire off the artillery yet. Wait for my order. Those American devils haven't arrived yet, so don't alarm others."
Lei Gong was still extremely calm, pointing at the cannonballs with his thumb. When he frowned and checked each mortar, he nodded slightly with satisfaction and waited for the US military to dive in. Ambush led.
"Oh God, why does my right eyelid keep twitching."
When Officer Grace first led the U.S. troops upward, he clearly felt that the gunfire of the volunteers had become muffled. However, this did not bring him much joy, but instead increased his worry.
"Sir, there seems to be an old saying in China that the left eye will cause disaster and the right eye will cause wealth. It seems that sir will successfully annihilate this group of volunteers and then embark on the road of promotion and wealth."
The adjutant next to Kress flattered him almost reflexively, but his memory of ancient Chinese sayings was a bit wrong, but he didn't care, as long as he could please his superiors.
"Oh, I hope that's what you said."
Grace glanced at the flattering adjutant next to him, and had to say that although these remarks were obviously flattering, they made his extremely worried heart calm down a little.
However, we have already led the troops to surround them halfway. We can't just go back. Is it just because of my own conjecture?
The sword was on the string and had to be fired. With similar thoughts, Grace strengthened her steps. At the same time, she did not forget to open her mouth and promise her soldiers the reward for their military exploits after winning the battle.
"Get into position and prepare to launch."
On the other side, Lei Gong, who was watching the US military approaching the predetermined position step by step, smiled from ear to ear and whispered to his comrades in the artillery platoon.
