Just when Wu Qianli led the assault platoon and Kress's two American platoons reached a stalemate, Yu Congrong was thinking anxiously in the ambush zone on the other side.
In fact, if he had followed his previous character, he would have rushed forward with a gun in hand to fight the US troops desperately. How could he have waited so patiently?
Perhaps Wu Qianli gave him a lot of guidance and education during the break in the battle, and made him understand the importance of combat timing. He always felt that the best time to attack had not yet come.
"Platoon commander, why don't we attack? Now quickly deal with this group, so that we can support the company commander. Listening to the intensity of the gunfire, I'm afraid the company commander will have a hard time fighting."
Tieniu beside Yu Congrong reminded him in a low voice that Tieniu was a new recruit they had just recruited into the fire platoon. Because he was as strong as an ox and had a straightforward personality, he appealed to Yu Congrong, so he was appointed as the deputy platoon leader.
"Hahaha, boy, it's exactly the same as me back then. You hear that the fighting over there is so anxious now. What do you think will happen to these American soldiers who are staying behind to hold captives?"
Yu Congrong grinned, looking at Tieniu's confused look, he couldn't help but laugh even more wantonly.
"The US military and others... should also be thinking of saving them, so we have to hurry up."
Tieniu scratched the back of his head, obviously not understanding what Yu Congrong wanted to do.
"You are stupid, we have to wait for them to rescue those American devils first, and then we can carry out the combat mission. That will be much easier."
Yu Congrong joked with a smile while observing the military formation of the US military prisoners left behind. After a while, there was indeed a change.
These American troops obviously heard the fierce sound of gunfire in the distance, and some of their original platoon leaders were dead and wounded.
And Kress brought out the two most elite players. Now that the battle situation was tense, they couldn't make up their minds for a while, and there was some confusion.
"Oh, my God, it seems our commander is in trouble? How many troops should we allocate to rescue him? I'm afraid we have to hurry up."
Mike, a US military platoon leader who was shot in the arm, was obviously a little undecided and asked the colleague next to him.
"Of course we have to save them, but what about these prisoners? Are we just going to leave them here?"
Another US military platoon leader, Jerry, scratched his head with a headache and was a little undecided for a moment.
His condition was even worse. He was hit in the abdomen by a shrapnel. The shrapnel was still in his body and he dared not take it out. He felt a sharp pain when he ran for a while.
"Hey, it would be nice if these prisoners could be more peaceful. Why are they always thinking about doing those illegal things? Why don't they just save their lives?"
Mike, the U.S. platoon leader, stared at the group of volunteer prisoners, obviously worried, and didn't know how many people would be left to watch over them.
In fact, it's no wonder they were worried. The US military's control over them was quite loose at the beginning, but none of these volunteer soldiers wanted to live like this.
Everyone is thinking about escaping and returning to the army as soon as possible, or even trying their best to exchange one with the US military. In the past few days, there have been several bloody incidents due to prisoner riots. This is because the US military hates these prisoners. One of the reasons even to bully.
"Let's just do this. I'll take two platoons up to support our Kress. Sir, you can take one platoon and stay behind to keep them safe. That should be enough."
Mike hesitated for a moment, but quickly made a decision and turned to Jerry to ask for his opinion.
"You go quickly, the military situation is extremely fierce and there is no need to delay. I will stay here. I will just look after some prisoners. There is no problem."
With a bitter look on his face, Jerry held the place where the shrapnel was embedded in his abdomen, only feeling a dull pain in the wound.
In the current situation, it was obviously the best choice to let Mike, who was slightly injured, lead the rescue team. He didn't have any objections.
However, just after the US military reached an agreement to divide their troops, a pair of sharp eyes in the prisoner team penetrated the night and looked at the US military around their position.
"The U.S. military has divided its forces and should go for rescue. Now we have more people than them. I think there is an opportunity and I will ask the comrades to get active and get ready."
The leader of the prisoner team, Instructor Wang, saw that the time had come and quickly spoke softly to the prisoners beside him in a low voice.
The people around them stared at each other, obviously knowing that the critical moment had come, and they quickly whispered the news to the prisoners around them. After a while, everyone woke up, looking at the American troops around them, and their minds became active.
"Keep an eye on them for me. If you notice anything unusual, kill them on the spot. No need to reason."
Jerry understood the thoughts of these prisoners, and immediately turned back all the outposts, and asked his platoon of soldiers to concentrate on keeping an eye on the prisoners to prevent them from having a chance to riot.
There are about 200 people in this group of prisoners, two or three times as many as Jerry and the others. Once a riot breaks out at close range, it may be difficult to suppress it for a while, so Jerry cannot help but be careless.
"Pull that person out and bring him to me."
Jerry looked at Instructor Wang with a rather unkind tone and ordered slightly fiercely.
Several American soldiers with guns immediately stepped forward and wanted to take away the few around Instructor Wang. The volunteer soldiers quickly stood up and tried to block them with their bodies.
"His grandma's American devils, what do you want to do? Why should you arrest our instructor Wang?"
A tall volunteer soldier with cheeks reddened by the cold wind stood up first and stood in front of the American soldiers, roaring angrily.
"boom--"
During the dispute, perhaps because the gun misfired, or perhaps because of the deliberate retaliation of the American soldiers, a bullet was shot out of the gun, hitting the forehead of the refugee volunteer soldier.
The volunteer soldier's eyes widened somewhat unwillingly, and his hand was still holding the collar of the American soldier tightly. However, after a while, he hung down weakly and fell heavily on the snow.
The other volunteer soldiers surrounding them immediately glared angrily at the American soldiers, obviously unable to hold back and wanting to take action.
"Comrades, calm down. If they want to take me away, just let them take me. I will be fine. You must exercise restraint and protect yourself first."
Instructor Wang was afraid that the comrades of the volunteer army would be impulsive and cause murders. Not only would their riots be unable to be carried out, but unnecessary sacrifices would also be made for no reason.
After all, there were already countless dark guns pointed at them, and there were even two heavy machine guns. It seemed that they had been preparing for this moment. The heavy machine gunner over there frowned and pressed his fingers slightly. Always ready to pull the trigger.
Jerry also stood with his hands behind his back with a serious look on his face. Obviously he didn't mind slaughtering all the prisoners, so that he could free up troops to rescue the American troops who were caught in the battle.
Under the persuasion of instructor Wang, and looking at the countless dark gun muzzles, the volunteer soldiers finally calmed down, followed the instructions of the American soldiers, and squatted back to their original positions, and instructor Wang was brought in front of Jerry. .
Jerry pulled out his pistol and put it directly on Instructor Wang's forehead. However, the fear and cowardice he expected did not occur. Instead, a pair of righteous eyes stared directly at him.
"I'm afraid these days' riots have something to do with this volunteer army. If we shoot him, we can save ourselves some trouble, but..."
Jerry held the gun in his hand and looked at Instructor Wang hesitantly. He did think so at first, but when he saw the riot that was about to happen just now, Instructor Wang calmed him down.
He couldn't help but hesitate, maybe keeping this man as a hostage would be of some use in managing these prisoners.
"Sir, I don't understand. Isn't it good if we just find a reason like we did just now and have an excuse to kill them all? Why do we have to separate our platoons and watch them die here?"
A junior class monitor under Jerry had had a drink with him and had a good relationship with him, so he plucked up the courage and asked in a low voice.
"What do you know? The situation of our ambush is already very bad. If so many brothers are killed and injured and the prisoners are not taken away, then we will all have to go to court martial."
After Jerry finished speaking, he looked at the prisoners in silence. These people could be used as bargaining chips in exchange for white American soldiers.
In this way, Jerry finally made up his mind. He just asked Instructor Wang to be taken under strict guard without killing him.
"His grandma was really dozing off, so she gave him a pillow. If he doesn't do anything now, he would be sorry for the U.S. military officers for giving us such a good opportunity."
Yu Congrong smiled and looked at the American platoon leader Jerry, who had withdrawn all the outer sentries inside to guard the prisoners, and couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
"Platoon leader, now we can finally go up and defeat those American devils."
After listening to Yu Congrong's words, Tieniu picked up a Browning machine gun very wildly, obviously feeling a little depressed.
"No, we try not to use guns, all bayonets are fixed, and prepare for a beautiful hand-to-hand combat. Remember not to alert the enemy in the grass and rush into the battlefield to engage in a melee with the US military."
Yu Congrong hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind. He didn't want the bullets to hurt their comrades.
In addition, after the US military is now divided, their total strength is even greater than that of the US military. In addition, with the prisoners of the volunteer army included, they can cooperate with each other outside, and hand-to-hand combat is obviously beneficial to them.
When Yu Congrong's order was passed on, all the people in the fire platoon took out their Garand rifles, mounted their bayonets, and quietly moved towards the direction of the US military.
It was also due to the devilish training that Wu Qianli carried out in the seventh interleaved company that made their physical fitness extremely strong.
In addition to carrying the heavy power of those submachine guns and machine guns, it also carries an additional Garand rifle, which can come in handy now.
Just as Yu Congrong quietly approached the US military with his fire platoon, the volunteer prisoners inside also seized the opportunity and were taking action.
All of them squatted in place obediently, closed their eyes, and pretended to be resting, causing the US military who had been observing them to gradually relax their vigilance.
But in the blind spot of the US military's field of vision, what they did not notice was that these volunteer soldiers were using the sharp stones they had collected before to draw the ropes that bound their hands bit by bit.
Under the cover of darkness and the negligence of the American soldiers, a small number of them had successfully broken free from the ropes.
At the same time, they carefully handed the sharp stones in their hands to other people, while they kept squatting in the same position, making it difficult for the US military to notice.
"bump--"
Suddenly, a very slight muffled sound reached Jerry's ears. He looked at the prisoners with wide eyes. After a few attempts, he keenly discovered a sharp stone that fell to the ground.
"No, they want to escape..."
Jerry was just halfway through what he said when he saw that he was taken out alone and put in front of him to take care of him. Instructor Wang flew up and kicked him in the chest. In pain, his voice stopped suddenly and he fell down inadvertently. On the ground.
The prisoners inside immediately stopped pretending, and instead used their free hands to punch the nearest American soldier in the face. Many of them even threw the American soldiers to the ground and struggled with them.
Many U.S. troops raised their submachine guns and aimed their muzzles left and right. However, they were afraid of hurting friendly forces, and finally sighed, put down their guns, picked up their spurs, and joined the battle.
Because the situation developed so suddenly, nearly half of the volunteer soldiers were tied up with hemp ropes and were unable to fully exert their combat effectiveness.
In addition, the other volunteer soldiers also fought with bare hands against the US military armed with sharp blades, and were obviously at a disadvantage. If this continues, it seems that they will be slaughtered to death in a short time.
"Comrades, we should have died on the battlefield a long time ago, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, we didn't have this opportunity. Now it's not a loss if we kill one American soldier as a backup. If we kill two, we will make a profit. Let's fight them."
Instructor Wang coaxed loudly to boost the morale of the volunteer prisoners. It was obvious that by now, he had no intention of leaving here alive.
It was nothing more than death. Ever since he set foot on this peninsula to fight for his country, he had long put life and death aside.
After finishing speaking, Instructor Wang also entangled with Jerry, using all possible methods, and even bit the thick artery in Jerry's neck with his teeth, hoping to kill Jerry directly.
For a moment, Jerry, a US military officer, was pinned down by Instructor Wang, unable to move. The kick just now luckily hit the spot where he was hit by shrapnel. The pain all over his body at this moment made his limbs almost numb. , but couldn’t exert much strength.
"What a girl, our friendly forces are really fierce. Stop hiding and rush forward to save our comrades."
Yu Congrong looked at the sudden change. He was stunned for half a second and then reacted. He took the lead and rushed forward with a bayonet while giving orders.
The volunteer soldiers in the fire platoon watched their friendly troops die tragically one by one, and howled in pain under the blade of the US military. They also clenched the bayonets in their hands and rushed towards the US troops in front like crazy.
"puff--"
Accompanied by the sound of a bayonet piercing flesh, Yu Congrong forcefully pressed a bayonet into the heart of an American soldier.
At the same time, when the American soldier was dying, Yu Congrong did not let him go. Instead, he violently lifted his body into the air and rushed to the deepest part of the American army. Like a tiger descending from the mountain, he reaped the harvest. lives of U.S. soldiers.
Many American soldiers easily slaughtered unarmed volunteer prisoners with their bayonets, but then a sharp knife pierced their chests.
When they turned around in disbelief, they discovered that the fire platoon had surrounded them, and they, the butchers on the battlefield, had now become fish on the chopping board.
Brutal hand-to-hand combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere on the field, does not include the gorgeous sword skills or martial arts in the TV series "Back View", only resolute and fierce thrusts.
The soldiers of the fire platoon stabbed countless American soldiers to the ground in a pool of blood using the simplest and most efficient method.
In fact, on real battlefields, U.S. soldiers have repeatedly gained the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat by virtue of the Caucasian's innate physical talents and physical advantages.
However, after five thousand miles of devil training and system bonuses, the fire platoon soldiers are obviously no longer ordinary people.
I often see a fire platoon soldier stabbing directly through the body of an American soldier, and at the same time using a quick flying kick to deeply break the ribs of another American soldier who was sneaking up on him, all with one strike. A ruthless character who fights three enemies.
At this time, Jerry, who felt that the situation was over, did not care about any accidental injuries, and directly reached for the pistol in his gun bag. As soon as he pulled it out, he fired a shot at the instructor Wang who was pressing him hard.
"boom--"
With a crisp gunshot, the fire from the muzzle made Instructor Wang's face turn red, and a bullet flew past his head.
"ah!"
At this moment, Jerry opened his mouth wide and let out a painful cry. It turned out that just when he was about to pull the trigger, Yu Congrong noticed the gun in his hand.
In desperation, Yu Congrong quickly flew up and kicked him on the body. In pain, the muzzle of his pistol deflected an inch, just missing Instructor Wang's head.
Instructor Wang also seized this opportunity and hit Jerry's head hard with his head. Under the severe pain, Jerry finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
The ensuing battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre. After the US military threw away countless corpses, the battle ended with a complete victory for the volunteers.
"Do you have any comrade chief here? Come out and talk to me."
Yu Congrong looked around at the volunteer prisoners whose faces were full of joy after the disaster, but could not look anxiously in the direction of Wu Qianli, and said quickly.
"Hello, comrade."
Instructor Wang stood up slowly. I wanted to express my gratitude, but was stopped by Yu Congrong's gesture.
"I won't say anything unnecessary. We are all our comrades. I will leave the battlefield here to you to clean up. If you have anything to say, you can tell our company commander later. Now we are going to support our company commander, please. "
After saying that, Yu Congrong performed a standard military salute towards the Prince's Academy, and then led the firepower platoon and hurried towards the battlefield where fierce fighting was still taking place in Wu Qianli.
At the same time, on the battlefield not far away, the soldiers from both Wu Qianli and Kress were furious, and the fight entered a fierce stage. It seemed that it was about whose reinforcements arrived first.
