"shot……"
The US military sergeant shook his lips with difficulty, spit out these two words from between his teeth, and then used all his strength to cover the cut aorta with both hands, as if he was trying to block the gushing blood with his hands.
But the blood still spurted out like a fountain. No matter how tightly he covered it with his hands, it had no effect. After a while, he fell heavily to the ground, without any breath.
However, a U.S. soldier near him heard the U.S. noncommissioned officer's weak voice and immediately understood his good intentions.
The U.S. military noncommissioned officer who was fighting with Pinghe had become a corpse. Now that he was firing, he didn't have to worry about any accidental injuries. It could also attract more U.S. troops to come over, so as to ensure that these volunteers would be surrounded and annihilated.
Just as he raised the gun with some trembling, and aimed at Pinghe's head, an accident happened.
He didn't expect that Pinghe would be faster than him, so he flew up and kicked his left knee hard.
"ah!"
Accompanied by a scream like a slaughtered pig, the left leg of the American soldier who was kicked in the knee joint sank backwards as if it was misaligned, and there was also a crisp sound of broken bones.
Because the severe pain like an electric shock directly impacted the brain of the American soldier, his hand softened and the rifle fell directly to the ground. He also lost the ability to resist. He covered his left knee and kept standing in place. Rolling.
"Go to hell, American devil!"
Wu Jin, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon on the side, happened to pick up the rifle, swung the butt of the rifle and hit him hard on the head.
At the moment of sparks of carbide, the American soldier's head was smashed open like a watermelon being smashed.
For a moment, brains and blood flew everywhere, and a lot of it was sprinkled on the faces of nearby American soldiers. The butt of the gun was also slightly bent and deformed due to the hardness of the skull.
However, two fists are no match for four hands. Even if there are two people, Ping He and Wu Jin, they can't resist the muzzles of several dark guns pointed at their bodies. As long as one more second passes and the U.S. military collectively pulls the triggers, even if Even the gods are unable to save their lives.
However, a U.S. soldier had just aimed at Heping's heart, and when he was about to shoot, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his back, which penetrated all the way to his chest, and the scene in front of him suddenly became blurry.
"Crack-"
With a faint sound, the American soldier's rifle slipped from his hand.
At the last second of his life, he looked down and saw the bayonet that had penetrated his heart. The tip of the knife was still exposed on his chest, shining with a reddish sheen mixed with blood.
There were one or two US troops who noticed the slight movement behind them and immediately turned back to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.
However, before they had time to react, they were kicked directly in the stomach by the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon. The moment they briefly lost the ability to resist, they were directly pressed to the ground and their throats were sealed with a knife.
However, there is no shortage of clever people among the US military's sentry squads, especially soldiers who burst out with great speed and agility at moments of life and death.
There is a veteran American soldier named Jackson. From the moment the American non-commissioned officer was cut off by Pinghe's main artery with a knife, he understood that this group of volunteer scouts was not something they could deal with.
So he simply dropped his weapon and ran directly to the open area outside. Even if he saw the volunteers approaching, he did not dare to warn his companions loudly, but just ran for his life.
How could the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon let him escape? They immediately sent an elite veteran who had been in the reconnaissance platoon to hunt him down.
Originally, this veteran of the reconnaissance platoon thought that this American soldier had lost his gun. How could he resist? It would not be easy to hunt down such a weakling.
But he never thought that the US military, which had lost the restraint of weight, could run faster than a rabbit. In addition, he was afraid of alerting the US military on the second line of defense, so he did not dare to shoot.
If he hadn't gritted his teeth and chased after him desperately, the American deserter would have disappeared into the heavy snow in less than two seconds.
"Report to the platoon leader that except for one American soldier who escaped, all the other American soldiers have been killed. What should we do next?"
Wu Jin looked at the corpses of American soldiers on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When he was lying on the ground pretending to be the same corpse, his will was almost blurred by the cold. If the US military had arrived later, he might have accidentally frozen to death on the snow.
"What? Any American soldiers escaped?"
There was a hint of fierceness in Pinghe's eyes that had just relaxed, and the brows that frowned again in an instant could kill a mosquito.
"Don't worry, Platoon Commander. We have sent people to chase him from the beginning, but he hasn't come back yet. I'm afraid the American soldier ran too fast to survive."
Wu Jin saw Ping He looking a little impatient, but he didn't panic.
After Wu Qianli's devilish training for them, their running endurance and speed were several levels better than those of the US military, and there was a high probability that they would not be able to catch them.
"Assign two comrades to simply dispose of the bodies on the ground. The others will follow me and chase after the footprints before they disappear. There must be no mistakes."
Unlike Wu Jin who was so relaxed, Pinghe didn't think so simply. He was already used to preparing for the worst on the battlefield.
Even if the US military deserters cannot escape in the end and the pursuers are sent over, if there are so many US military reconnaissance teams and sentries on the periphery and are hit again, the consequences will be disastrous.
"yes!"
No one would question Ping He's concerns, and they all responded directly. The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon quickly separated two people, and buried part of the body very simply, leaving the rest to the snowflakes flying in the sky.
After following the slightly curved footprints for a while, Pinghe frowned slightly and suddenly felt something was wrong in this direction.
Could it be that the US soldier was lost? Looking at the route he took, it seemed to be in the opposite direction of the US military's second line of defense.
However, unlike Ping He, who was able to discern the direction carefully, Jackson, who was being hunted at the moment, was running forward crazily with his legs spread wide.
"Oh~ God, as long as I get rid of the damn pursuers behind me and find a large force to surround them, no matter how powerful they are, can they withstand the hail of bullets with countless times the firepower?"
Jackson, who was being driven around like a mouse, could not help but feel a trace of hatred in his heart at this moment, thinking as he ran.
The heavy snow falling in front of him couldn't keep up with his running speed. Before it could fall, he was hit hard by him, and then he ran forward with him, and even small wind walls seemed to be formed on both sides.
