"James, maybe we don't need to panic so much. Those people might just be friendly forces who happen to be on a mission."
A slightly tired US military sentry said to the US military running quickly in front.
"That's right. The first line of defense is impregnable. The commander has already said that it will be no problem to defend it for a month or two. Plus with such strong firepower and troops, how can it be possible for volunteers to penetrate it."
Edward, another US military sentry, spread his hands helplessly at this moment, looked at James with a serious face and said.
Because of the heavy snowflakes flying in the sky, the temperature in the air dropped lower and lower. Although these American soldiers had thick cotton-padded clothes, the layers of frost formed on the outside of the cotton-padded clothes made their clothes harden. Quite a few.
Every time they move their hands and feet, they always feel like there is some obstacle outside, and they are also used to fishing.
So James suddenly asked them to go back at a rapid march to report the news, just for the very small probability of enemy penetration. Edward said he didn't understand it at all.
"You guys...hey, forget it. Anyway, you just listen to me and there is nothing wrong with being cautious."
"Although General MacArthur repeatedly said that these volunteers were just third-rate troops wearing rags and holding fire sticks."
"But based on their repeated encounters with us since they entered the peninsula, I feel that we must not underestimate them, otherwise it will lead to a big mistake."
James looked at the two American sentries under his command who still looked disapproving. He could only sigh helplessly as he spoke.
The two US military sentries under him, one is a veteran of the army, and the other is a new recruit. They both want to fish and hang out until the end of the battle, but they have no dedication to the country and the army.
"Oh~James, what you said is absolutely right. I understand your intention, but I feel a little uncomfortable holding it in now, so I'll go and make myself comfortable first."
Edward was troubled after listening to James' words. Suddenly another veteran from the US military blinked at him. He immediately understood and pretended to go for convenience, but in fact it was to gain some rest time.
"Edward, if that army is really a volunteer army, if you are like this..."
James was a little angry. He couldn't see the two people's obedience, but in the middle of his words, he was pulled aside by the smiling veteran of the US Army. He comforted him with a cigarette to calm down his anger, just for a while.
The cold wind was as biting as an unreasonable beast. They struck matches several times before lighting the cigarette.
Feeling the warm breath in his mouth, James calmed down a little and started chatting with another US military sentry.
At this time, Pinghe, who was hidden in the snow curtain, keenly observed the US military sentry being alone. He was happy in his heart, but he still moved closer slowly and lightly.
"Merry merry merry christmas..."
Edward hummed the exact same Merry Christmas song as a certain unlucky guy, enjoying this rare respite in his heart.
The released water column sprinkled on the snow, making a slight sizzling sound, and soon turned into part of the snow and formed frost.
Just when Edward felt comfortable all over and was about to finish the solution, he suddenly felt a ghostly chill behind him, sweeping up his spine from his back.
Just when Edward turned his head back with some hesitation to see what was going on, his mouth was suddenly covered tightly by a big hand like a pair of iron pincers, followed by a gleaming military thorn. Stabbed himself in the chest.
"Well……!"
Edward struggled desperately, his legs moving constantly, and when he felt the heartbreaking pain in his chest, his eyes widened, and even a trace of tears burst out.
But Pinghe showed no mercy at all, and there was even a sneer on Leng Jun's face. He pressed the general's stab to the deepest point, and countless blood flowed out rapidly along Edward's chest, seeming to drain away his strength bit by bit.
After a while, Edward stopped moving and was knocked down to the ground by Ping He, turning into a soulless corpse.
"Report to the platoon leader. The other comrades in the reconnaissance platoon have been taken care of. The remaining two American soldiers may be easy to deal with. However, there is also a group of American sentries who seem to be approaching us. There are about five or six people. We will pick them up. What should I do when I get down?"
Just as Pinghe was slowly wiping off the blood on the military thorns with Edward's cotton-padded jacket, reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin quickly ran back and said to Pinghe with a little breath.
"First kill those two American soldiers. Then the other group of American sentries will see if they are lucky or not, and whether they are going to hit the tip of our swords."
Hearing that there were other American troops, Pinghe did not panic at all. Instead, he made a decisive decision to deal with the enemy in front of him first.
After all, only these few US troops had observed the existence of the 7th Interspersed Company, and if the other US military sentries did not approach them, he did not want to cause too much trouble and make the US military prematurely alert.
So Pinghe took Wu Jin and two other reconnaissance platoon soldiers who were surrounding him and quietly approached James' area. There was also a reconnaissance platoon soldier who was closely observing the movements of another group of US troops.
"James, I know you are rigorous and serious, and you have the honor of being a soldier as you said, but we haven't had a fight with the volunteers here yet, so there is no need to be so nervous."
The old American soldier took a long puff of the cigarette, feeling the wonderful taste of nicotine, and got a rare smell in the ice and snow, and softly advised James.
"No, Edward is just here for convenience. Why haven't you come back yet? Maybe some accident happened."
James simply couldn't listen to the arguments of the veteran US military. Instead, he noticed something was wrong through time estimation. He pressed the flickering cigarette butt in his hand on the snow and extinguished it. Then he picked up the gun and wanted to find out.
"No, this American devil is alert and must take action in advance!"
Pinghe was still about 10 meters away from James at the moment. When he saw James picking up the rifle, he simply jumped up from the snow, like a cheetah, quickly rushed in front of James, raised his bayonet and aimed it hard at James' chest. Stab hard.
"Bang~"
With a muffled sound all his life, it turned out that the vigilant James blocked the rifle he had just obtained in front of his chest, just in time to deflect the military spur that was about to end his life.
However, James was shocked by the powerful reaction force, and his mouth was numb, red and swollen, and even almost broke the skin and bled.
Pinghe didn't expect that his fatal blow would be blocked by the American soldiers. He knew that if he couldn't kill him quickly, he might be in trouble. He quickly made another sharp thrust, with bursts of wind, and penetrated James directly. heart.
The US military sentry next to James on the other side was stunned for a second by the impact, and then his eyes widened in disbelief. Realizing that the volunteers had really killed him, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ping He's back, trying to strangle him tightly. his neck.
"Go to hell! The American devils still want to play sneak attack and grandpa, they are a little more immature than you."
Wu Jin also quickly approached at this time, then kicked the old American soldier to the ground, picked up the military thorn in his hand, and raised the knife with his hand.
The American soldier only had time to cry out, and there was a blood hole in his throat. His trachea and aorta were severely pierced. The blood sprayed directly on the nearby snow like a small fountain, dyeing the surrounding ground red. .
"Shit!"
At this moment, James' eyes widened and he cursed secretly. He looked at Han Mang who was getting closer and closer to him. He used the fastest speed in his life to turn his body to the side to avoid Pinghe's thrust.
"ah!"
Although James had tried his best to avoid it, the spur was only slightly deflected, but it also stabbed deeply into his left shoulder.
The huge impact and the pain of muscle tearing made James almost faint, but he still gritted his teeth and dragged Pinghe to the ground with excessive force, and he also fell down.
