"If we break through from the direction of the existing volunteers, at least their firepower and numbers will be on the table for us to see at a glance."
After finishing speaking, US military officer William smiled slightly. Obviously, his method must be the most secure and effective solution to the current predicament.
Miller was stunned for a moment after hearing William's words, and then. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately nodded heavily.
Perhaps when they were suddenly attacked by the 7th Interpenetrating Company at first, they mistakenly thought that this group of volunteers was surrounded by superior forces.
But after fighting for a while, they also understood that although this group of volunteers had fierce firepower, dense bullets, and even some sharpshooters with accurate marksmanship, they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.
If they hadn't been caught off guard and lost more than 30% of their troops, I'm afraid it would still be their US military that has the upper hand now.
"Leave a few machine guns and a small number of troops to snipe the volunteers in the rear, while the others follow me and fight through from the front!"
After observing the battlefield situation, US military officer Maitreya made the best judgment in an instant.
He found that most of the Volunteer Army's sharpshooters were concentrated in the direction of Wu Qianli, especially Pinghe's elusive and ultra-long-distance sniping. This kind of accuracy was not available to the artillery platoon soldiers in the rear.
They rely on their numerical advantage to press forward directly, and the advantage of long-distance sniping by those sharpshooters will be greatly weakened, and the machine gun left behind on the other side can better exert its original power.
"Da da da da da da da..."
Sure enough, as the US military rushed in the direction of Wu Qianli, the machine guns aimed at the artillery plates also began to roar. Countless flying bullets hit the bodies of the artillery platoon soldiers, and the splashing blood and flesh dyed the white area red. The vast snowy field.
"Damn it, these American devils are so damn hateful!"
Lei Gong looked at the corpses of the artillery platoon soldiers who fell beside him, and couldn't help but feel his teeth itching with hatred.
As a technical branch of the Volunteer Army, these artillery soldiers were all killed one by one. However, it was really distressing to be killed and wounded indiscriminately like this.
Lei Gong held the submachine gun in his hand, risking his life, straightened up, and fired a bunch of bullets at the roaring machine gunner.
The recoil of the continuous firing caused the muzzle to shift slightly, but it was suppressed by Lei Gong. Most of the bullets deviated from their positions, but they also hit other American soldiers.
There were two stray bullets that penetrated the machine gunner's body. The roar of a machine gun stopped abruptly. Upon seeing this, Lei Gong immediately led his men forward and attacked for a short distance.
But soon new people immediately took up their positions, and the firepower of the US military still barely suppressed Lei Gong's progress.
"Don't stay any longer, let me blow them up to death!"
Lei Gong saw that his artillery platoon was actually trapped by a small group of US troops and a few machine guns. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and simply raised a rocket launcher and pointed it in the direction of the US troops.
"call out--"
With a slight sound, a rocket, with a trace of white gas, rushed straight towards the position of the US machine gun.
Seeing the suddenly approaching black spot, the American machine gunner was instantly startled, his eyes widened, as if he had realized something, and he immediately dropped the machine gun in his hand and was about to escape for his life.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a huge roar, the ultra-high decibels almost shattered the eardrums of the US machine gunner, and the rising fire cloud submerged it in countless shrapnel.
In the blink of an eye, even the heavy machine gun was blown into the air, and then fell to the ground weakly, with a little flame still burning on the muzzle.
Although the remaining American troops still gritted their teeth and persisted, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened after seeing the tragic situation just now.
Even some American soldiers who were close had shrapnel embedded in their bodies. Although the pain was unbearable, they could only deal with it briefly and continue fighting.
They understood that if they did not suppress these volunteers, they might not be able to escape death when they rushed over. They might as well resist desperately and fight for the last glimmer of hope.
But soon, their glimmer of hope gradually disappeared, and several extremely accurate rockets locked onto their machine guns again.
Although these US troops have been prepared for a long time, the heavy machine guns are not so easy to transfer directly, not to mention that no matter how fast a person is, they cannot compare with the speed of rocket launches.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Along with the sound of continuous explosions, several machine guns that the US military relied on were all blown into the air. The US soldiers who survived by chance also fell to the ground, struggling in pain. It was obvious that even if they were not dead for the time being, they would be alive soon.
"It's just a few American soldiers who have blocked us for so long. Kill them all quickly. Let's go to support the company commander. We all need to be smart and don't lose the face of our platoon!"
In order to speed up the assault, regardless of whether he felt distressed or not, Lei Gong directly used some of the rockets at the bottom of the pressure box.
With the 7th Interpenetrating Company so deep behind enemy lines, logistical supplies have long been a big problem. Although bullets can still be used to support battles, things like rockets and artillery shells are really in short supply.
If it weren't for Wu Qianli's safety concerns, these stocks were originally intended to be kept at the headquarters of the First Marine Division against the United States and used in rapid attacks.
Just when Lei Gong led the artillery platoon to kill all the American troops in the rear, Wu Qianli was under tremendous pressure.
"嘘嘚嘚嘚嘚..."
Wu Qianli gritted his teeth and aimed at the American soldier's feet, shooting wildly. Many bullets slowly rose up due to the recoil, but hit the American soldier's chest.
However, the U.S. military obviously did not charge rashly and intensively. Instead, they arranged a formation of skirmishers and spread out directly on the white snow. Braving the hail of bullets from the assault platoon, they kept approaching.
"These Americans are very smart. They know that it is most cost-effective to break out here. Unfortunately, our seventh interleaved company has no soft persimmons."
Wu Qianli cursed the US military a few words bitterly. The submachine gun in his hand had been hit until the barrel was slightly red. Even the jaw where he was holding the gun was slightly numb from the shock, and there were some small wounds that were not easy to detect. .
There was no bunker in the empty white snow. At most, they used the flesh and blood of their companions' corpses to resist some bullets. The assault platoon's original offensive posture was reduced to passive defense by the US military.
"Oh Miller, we'd better act quickly, otherwise we may be self-defeating."
William was very attentive and heard that the gunshots from behind had gradually quieted down. A flash of alertness flashed in his eyes. He understood that this was the one responsible for the rear, and the US military was about to be unable to withstand it.
If they continue like this, I am afraid they will shorten the distance themselves and be completely outflanked by the volunteers. On the contrary, this group of volunteers will fulfill their wish for a quick victory.
"The volunteers are almost here. If you still want to go back alive for Christmas, rush forward and fight your way out!"
After listening to William's words, the US military officer Miller took it seriously. He was too lazy to say anything about the futility of fighting for freedom and peace, and directly shouted at his subordinates with a sullen face.
When the American soldiers heard this, their eyes instantly ignited with fighting spirit, or in other words, it was the desire for life.
At the same time, upon hearing that they had to fight their way home for Christmas, many American soldiers also felt a flash of sadness and anger in their hearts.
General MacArthur, whom they regarded as a military god at the time, also said that he would rush the volunteers back to the Yalu River and lead them to victory in order to return home for Christmas.
But now this group of volunteers who were said to be dressed in rags and holding fire sticks actually broke through them. The two lines of defense guarded by U.S. troops were about to reach the foot of the Eastern Front's high command post.
"These damn volunteers, damn demons, my God, please bless your believers."
A US military non-commissioned officer was thinking silently in his heart, while preparing to charge towards the volunteers with a mentality of living to death.
"boom!"
The moment the US military sergeant stood up, a ball of blood spattered on his chest. He only felt that his beating heart was hit hard by something, and then the world in front of him was spinning, and he fell heavily to the ground. .
Pinghe's gun muzzle was filled with wisps of white smoke. However, he didn't even take a look to see if the U.S. military noncommissioned officer had time to die. He directly pointed the gun at the other U.S. troops.
"Throw!"
Wu Wanli roared with a hoarse throat, then bit open the tabs of two grenades, paused for two seconds, and threw them directly over the US military.
"boom!"
The grenade had just reached the U.S. military in mid-air and before it had completely fallen, it exploded instantly. Countless flying shrapnel directly tore apart the bodies of several nearby U.S. troops with the largest damage radius.
Looking at the speed of the US military's attack, which slowed down slightly, there was not much joy on the face, but a frown.
He and the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetrating Company who were advancing disguised as American troops were the ones closest to the enemy, but now only two or three soldiers were dead.
And the distance of the US military was getting closer and closer to them, and he could even vaguely see a trace of frost hanging on the beard of US military officer Miller.
"Brother, you think I should be considered a real fighting hero now."
Wu Wanli pinched the slightly cold grenade in his arms, glanced in Wu Qianli's direction, and murmured in a low voice, but a few tears appeared in his eyes.
Of course he didn't want to die. He heard that he was beaten to pieces by U.S. military bullets. He couldn't even put the intestines back in his belly, and could only let the vitality of his body disappear little by little. That must be very painful.
In addition, he has not yet returned home to honor his good parents, and has not been able to see with his own eyes the good days of eating braised pork every meal that Wu Qianli said.
"But I'm not afraid of death. Come on, the American devils will die with you."
While Wu Wanli gritted his teeth and said harsh words, he clenched the grenade tightly. At the same time, the way he looked at Meijun with red eyes revealed a trace of his will to die.
The bullets of the gun had been exhausted by him, and his body was pressed against the cold snow. Countless bullets exploded slightly near him, and many snow particles were knocked away on his body.
"Charge through as quickly as possible without leaving anyone alive!"
U.S. military officer Miller glanced at Wu Wanli and several soldiers blocking the center of the battlefield, and gave the order as if he were looking at a few ants.
However, just when Wu Wanli was about to pull the grenade tab and rush to the vicinity of the American troops as quickly as possible to kill them together, the firepower of the rear assault platoon suddenly became more intense.
Many American troops who had just stood up and rushed over had their bodies torn apart by bullets before they could react to the sudden increase in firepower, killing them instantly.
"No need to save bullets anymore, just pour them all out. By then, these US troops will be our source of ammunition supply."
Wu Qianli coaxed loudly while frantically pulling the trigger. Although the barrel of the submachine gun in his hand had been red and hot from the blows, he did not care about the risk of exploding the barrel and poured bullets desperately at the US military. .
The same is basically true for other soldiers in the assault platoon. Even some wounded soldiers gritted their teeth and persisted in shooting at the US military.
But after all, the 7th Interpenetrating Company had already cut off the volunteer army's logistics supplies, so the soldiers did not have a lot of ammunition. With such a dense bullet firepower covering it for several minutes, the US military was initially pinned to the spot and unable to move. .
However, as time gradually passed, the bullets like the scythe of death gradually became sparse after harvesting the lives of another wave of American soldiers.
Many soldiers of the 7th Interpenetration Company silently placed their bayonets on their Garand rifles after firing the last bullet in the barrel, waiting for the final desperate fight.
During the period when the U.S. troops were suppressed by the hail of bullets, Wu Wanli and the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetrating Company of a few meters also took the opportunity to move back a short distance, and at the same time fixed their bayonets, preparing to be the first to charge.
Countless shining bayonets gave off a hint of coldness under the reflection of the weak sunlight. The bayonet in Wu Qianli's hand had a reddish color that could not be washed away because it was stained with the blood of too many American soldiers.
However, the US military officer Miller looked coldly at the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company with bayonets, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He has never seen what it was like to fight before the seventh interleaved company, but based on his consistent experience, the US military has the physical advantage of the white people and will often have an advantage in fighting, not to mention that their numbers are higher than those of their opponents. need more.
However, just when he was about to order a direct hand-to-hand battle with the soldiers of the regional insertion company, he was indeed stopped by William, a US military officer on the side.
"Don't rush in too quickly. They must have run out of bullets. Let's use firepower to kill and injure their effective forces as much as possible."
Although the US military officer William also believed that they would have the upper hand in military combat, since there was an opportunity, why not reduce some unnecessary casualties in this way.
So when the soldiers of the assault platoon ran out of bullets to fight back, the U.S. military assumed a massacre posture and frantically poured bullets in the direction of the assault platoon.
However, this situation did not last long. As a U.S. military officer, Miller suddenly noticed that the gunfire from the U.S. military behind him had completely stopped.
"Don't wait any longer. The whole army rushes over immediately and assassinates all these yellow-skinned monkeys waiting to be slaughtered on this piece of snow!"
U.S. military officer Miller roared, raised his bayonet and took the lead in the charge, hitting the nearest Wu Wanli head-on.
