During the hand-to-hand fight, James forced Ping He to the ground, and endured the pain of the stab wound on his left shoulder, fighting with Ping He in a melee.
With his strong will and physical fitness, he was able to withstand Pinghe's attack for a while, and he kept looking for opportunities to counterattack. After fighting for a while, the two miraculously ended up in a stalemate.
"Platoon commander, are you okay?"
Wu Jin had just finished dealing with another American soldier and was about to come over to help. However, he was holding a military thorn in his hand and looking at the two people struggling together. He was afraid of accidental injury and was unable to do anything for a while.
At this time, the other two reconnaissance platoon soldiers had just arrived. Because of James's sudden alertness, the action was advanced, which led to a small error in their cooperation.
James gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain from his left shoulder, and hit Pinghe hard on the face with his sandbag-sized fist.
James understood that the only way to survive was to control the person in front of him, so he punched Pinghe one after another. The punches to the flesh caused a lot of redness, swelling and bruises on Pinghe's face.
However, Pinghe did not panic at all. Instead, he withstood the pressure and even though he was about to be beaten into a pig's head, he did not resist with all his strength. Instead, he found the right opportunity and directly pulled out the military thorn that was still piercing the flesh of James' left shoulder.
"Fuck you!"
James shouted loudly in pain, his whole body went limp, and Ping He rode him directly on him.
Pinghe screamed and stabbed into James' body one after another. James gradually lost the ability to resist and became another dead soul under the knife. Until the last moment when he lost consciousness, his body still maintained a posture of fighting back.
"This damn American is such a bastard. If he hadn't been the platoon leader, you wouldn't have been hurt."
Wu Jin looked at the swollen bruises on Ping He's face and said angrily. As he spoke, he wanted to spit thick phlegm on the corpse.
"No, it's just that he is in a different camp. He can be considered a hero, but unfortunately he is with the US military. It's better not to insult the warriors on the battlefield."
Pinghe stopped Wu Jin's move, and instead looked at James with a little admiration and regret. If time was not tight, he would definitely give such an enemy a generous burial.
"Platoon leader, there are really many US military sentries and patrols. If these US troops are missing, they will definitely send people to look for them. Do you want to dispose of the bodies a little to avoid causing trouble?"
Wu Jin glanced at James' body with some shame, and then suggested cautiously.
"If there is enough time, then..."
Pinghe hesitated for a while, but thought it would be better to deal with it. Although it would delay some time in delivering the news to the company, it would be one less security risk, which was quite worth it.
However, before Pinghe finished speaking, he saw soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon who were sent out to observe the movements of another pair of US military sentries rushing back, interrupting what Pinghe was about to say.
"Report to the platoon leader, the US military sentry team is coming in our direction, and the speed is not slow. I'm afraid they will arrive soon."
As the soldier from the reconnaissance platoon spoke, he looked at the corpses of the American soldiers on the ground. He nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be easier to deal with the American soldiers here.
"How far is it from us? How long does it take to arrive? Also, did you reveal your position during the investigation?"
Pinghe glanced at the corpses of the American soldiers on the ground and fell into deep thought. If the American soldiers didn't go here now, he could still have time to deal with these traces of the battle, and then pass by countless sentries, but in this situation now It's a bit tricky.
"Don't worry, platoon commander. I promise I didn't reveal any clues. These US military sentries will arrive in about a minute or so. We have to make a quick decision."
The reconnaissance platoon soldier was considered half a recruit, and he swallowed nervously and said.
More than a minute was too short. Originally, they could have hastily disposed of the body and blood stains. Then the heavy snow in the sky would help them solve the rest of the work. But in such a short time, there were no layers of white snow. Cover will definitely be exposed.
"Wu Jin, smear some of the blood on the ground on your body, and lie down with me next to the person who proves that the US military is ice. Remember to pretend to be a bit more handsome and don't show your face."
As Pinghe spoke, he also smeared some blood on the ground on his body, and the bruises he had just scuffled with the US military made it look more like a corpse.
"The others dragged this corpse and the corpse I just killed aside, and put on white cloaks to hide nearby. They must always observe our movements here and attack quickly."
After Ping He finished speaking, Wu Jin also made corresponding preparations. The two of them lay down near James, letting countless snow particles fall on them without moving at all. A thin layer of white snow half-buried them. Make it more difficult for the US military to detect their disguise.
The soldiers of other reconnaissance platoons also put on the white cloaks and hid in every corner of the snow curtain. Their bayonets with shining white light were already attached to their rifles, ready to attack the incoming U.S. troops at any time.
"Oh, my god! Be careful! Our people were killed by the volunteers."
After a while, a group of US troops holding Garand rifles were passing by here very relaxedly. However, suddenly someone discovered several corpses lying on the ground and quickly sounded a warning.
"Shit!"
Several other US military sentries were obviously used to it. Suddenly hearing such a warning, they quickly raised the muzzle of their guns and looked around.
Perhaps the corpses of American soldiers on the ground reminded them of the price of being cautious. Their nerves tensed instantly, and the fingers in their hands trembled slightly due to the pressure they had prepared in advance. As soon as any abnormality was detected, the bullets would come out.
"Oh~James, aren't you famous for being careful? Why are you being attacked so viciously?"
A noncommissioned officer headed by the US military sentry team was a little unsure when he saw James' face at first, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was indeed his old friend who was drinking with him yesterday, and he suddenly said with some sadness.
"Damn it, are these volunteers ghosts? The first line of defense has not been loosened at all, and they can infiltrate here."
Another US military noncommissioned officer looked at the heavy snow falling around him with some irritation, but found no sign of a volunteer.
After being nervous for a while, the US military sentries also relaxed their vigilance.
After all, if they were volunteers, after killing the U.S. sentries, they probably wouldn't just stay there and wait to be discovered. Quick evacuation would be the safest option.
So several US military sentries slowly put down their guns and walked near the US non-commissioned officer to comfort him.
At this time, several reconnaissance platoon soldiers wearing white cloaks were approaching them little by little. Every time they moved, they stayed carefully for a while to avoid being discovered by the US military.
The US military noncommissioned officer was obviously used to seeing life and death. After listening to a few words of comfort from his comrades, he quickly came out of his sadness.
But when he was about to leave, he saw a faint whiff of white steam coming out of the nostrils of Pinghe, who was pretending to be a corpse.
He was stunned for a second, thinking that he had seen it wrong, so he slowly leaned down and put his fingers to **He's nostrils, trying to test it.
At this moment, feeling that he was about to be discovered, Pinghe suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the hand stretched out by the US military noncommissioned officer, pulled him hard, pulled him to the ground, and raised the military spear in his hand to A stroke on the main artery in his neck.
The US military noncommissioned officer was shocked by this sudden accident. At first, he thought he had seen a ghost. By the time he reacted, the blood spurting out of the aorta had already declared his death.
Wu Jin on the other side also maintained a high degree of concentration. When he heard the movement beside him, he opened his eyes instantly, raised his knife and quickly killed the nearest American soldier.
At this time, several US military sentries who were also frightened finally reacted and raised their rifles in a panic. However, by this time, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon had also completely surrounded them.
