Wu Qianli heard a hint of desire in his eyes when he heard the armor-piercing bullet rewards and the 100% hit rewards given directly by the system this time. .
"It's so damn annoying. I wish I could take both of them."
Wu Qianli frowned. He was always decisive. He was in a dilemma at this time, but suddenly a bold idea flashed through his mind.
"The system has never said that you can choose the Bright Sword mission. You can only choose one of them. Can I just win both mission objectives?"
Wu Qianli thought about it while coveting the two rewards given by the system. He gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind.
You can't blame him for being greedy. The effect of using these two battlefield bonuses together is too powerful.
It is equivalent to holding a Browning machine gun casually. As long as it is within the range, whether it is a tank or an aircraft, it can be used as a crispy potato, directly beating the big killer weapons that the US military relies on into scrap metal.
The invincible armor-piercing effect with 100% hit, even if it only works for a short period of time, is quite explosive.
"Company Commander, the situation on the battlefield is critical. What should we do next?"
Pinghe looked at Wu Qianli in a daze with burning desire in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel something was abnormal, so he asked worriedly.
"Tell comrades to get ready and turn around and attack the US defense line first."
Wu Qianli frowned and thought for a while, and a rather risky but highly profitable battle plan suddenly emerged in his mind, and he gave the order immediately.
"Accept both sword-brightening tasks!"
Wu Qianli pulled the cold bolt and said silently to the system in his heart.
"Ding - the task was successfully received. Warm reminder, please complete the task as soon as possible. If a task fails, the system will automatically fall into sleep."
The cold system prompt not only announced the success of the claim, but also warned Wu Qianli of the consequences of failure, but it did not shake Wu Qianli's confidence.
In order to collapse the U.S. military defense line and kill Smith's headquarters and take the opportunity to capture him alive, the main thing is to create a precise time difference.
Wu Qianli cooperated with the soldiers of the seventh intersecting company on the periphery to storm the US defense line, which could increase the possibility of Smith sending reinforcements. This would inevitably make the headquarters' defense even more empty.
While the U.S. military command dispatched reinforcements, Wu Qianli immediately led a small number of troops to go around and break into Smith's headquarters, capture him alive, and determine the outcome in one battle.
If this was placed in Wu Qianli before, he would definitely not dare to take this risk. After all, if he makes one wrong step, the entire seventh interleaved company will be wiped out.
But now that he had a small dynamic combat map, he could clearly observe the movements of US military reinforcements, which gave Wu Qianli the confidence to be arrogant.
"Yu Congrong's frontal attack should have caused the US military to be somewhat confused. If we find the opportunity to let the US military's defense line collapse at one point, their entire defense will also collapse."
Wu Qianli held his chin and said to Pinghe.
"Don't worry, even if the company commander risks my life, he will definitely open a hole for the comrades in the fire platoon and assault platoon."
Pinghe understood what he could do now. He was afraid that the fighter plane would disappear in an instant, so he immediately took some soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon and planned to repeat the raid tactics just now.
"Come back, don't be impatient. Now is not the best time. Even if we succeed with a rigid fighting method, the casualties will be too great."
Wu Qianli grabbed Pinghe who was about to rush out and shook his head at him.
"Company Commander, if you have any plans, just tell me directly. I will listen to you."
Pinghe was slightly stunned when he was pulled, and then he immediately understood that his company commander must have come up with some weird idea.
"Arrange the comrades to all hold guns, spread out, fire a few shots in the sky from time to time, and then come back to join together. Don't get too close to the US troops on the defensive line, so as not to be seen as suspicious."
As Wu Qianli spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Company Commander, do you want to..."
Pinghe instantly understood Wu Qianli's plan.
There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.
"boom--"
"boom--"
"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta..."
In the darkness, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon fired machine guns and rifles everywhere, making intermittent gunshots, as if the battle with the small group of American troops had never stopped.
After hearing such a movement, Wilson, the commander of the US defense line, shook his head proudly, lamenting that the so-called volunteers were nothing more than that.
"What magic weapons and elite aces descended from the sky? I thought they were really capable, but they were slowed down by my little trick."
Wilson picked up the telescope and looked at the darkness behind the position. From time to time, there were gunfire and grenade explosions. Wilson misjudged that the rear was temporarily safe.
But looking at the volunteers slowly pressing forward in front of the position, and smelling the increasingly thick smell of gunpowder smoke and ammunition, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Yu Congrong led the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetration Company. After exchanging fire with the US troops for a short period of time, he seemed to have the idea of abandoning the bunker and coming up, approaching them little by little.
"Increase the firepower coverage and we must not let them rush up. When General Smith's reinforcements arrive, they will die."
Wilson put down the telescope in his hand, frowned and stared at the volunteers who were already fighting not far away, his teeth itching with hatred.
Although he didn't feel that fighting hand-to-hand combat with these volunteers would have any disadvantage in terms of combat effectiveness, after all, in his mind, the physical fitness of white people was objectively much better than that of yellow people themselves.
But now the American soldiers, whose morale has been demoralized by the successive raids, no longer have the high fighting will to fight at close range.
If we fight another hand-to-hand battle and lose 10% or 20% of our troops, the Volunteer Army may be able to survive, but I am afraid that the entire US military defense line will collapse directly.
"Yes, sir!"
After receiving the order, the communications troops immediately conveyed the order to various positions.
Feeling the danger and murderous intention, the American soldiers did not dodge and shoot from behind the bunker, and they increased the coverage of firepower as if they were desperate.
It is better to suppress these volunteers now than to fight these demons in close combat with shining bayonets.
Yu Congrong and others were pinned down in disgrace and unable to move, but they continued to approach the US military position as soon as they found an opportunity.
"Oh, god, why are these volunteers so persistent? Are they messengers sent by Satan? Or do they think we have some grudge against them? They are all willing to die."
A US military veteran who fired a submachine gun until the tiger's mouth split open cursed angrily. In his opinion, everyone was just paying to fight, so why were they so desperate?
If Yu Congrong knew the thoughts of these American soldiers, he would probably feel so aggrieved that he would want to cry. Who wants to be bald if he has hair? This is also a matter of being forced to do nothing.
"They all hid in the artillery pits without showing their heads, and used grenades to hit the heads of the U.S. troops."
"Granny, if these American devils still hold on after blowing up the grenades, we'll rush in and fight them."
Yu Congrong cursed loudly while rolling and hiding in a cannon pit.
Not only was the helmet on his head deflated just now, but it was also blown into the sky by the shock wave of a rocket explosion. His entire face looked embarrassed, covered in gunpowder smoke and snow particles.
It's not that he wants to go all out, he also wants to steadily consume the effective strength of the US military first, and wait for Wu Qianli to open up a little situation before rushing forward.
But what is very embarrassing is that the firepower platoon and the assault platoon are all running out of ammunition.
If they continue to spend this time with the US military who have sufficient ammunition, after half an hour, they will become awkward targets for the US military holding a handful of fire sticks.
"Didn't I fucking tell you bunch of bastards? Save your time with the beatings, save your time with the beatings. Why don't you listen to me?"
Yu Congrong looked at Tieniu, a fire platoon soldier who was in the same artillery pit with him, feeling awkward at the moment.
He asked him for some bullets and couldn't help but cursed at him angrily.
"It's not my fault, platoon leader. The American's gun is good and has a lot of firepower, but with just one shot, it's only a dozen bullets. It's impossible to hold it back."
Firepower platoon soldier Tieniu curled his lips somewhat helplessly and sighed.
"That's enough for his grandma. Didn't our company commander also say that when we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, the first thing to do is hit his mother with a grenade!"
As Yu Congrong spoke, he opened his big mouth and bit off the tabs of two grenades. The smoking grenades were instantly thrown out by his strong arm strength.
Other firepower platoon and assault platoon soldiers also took out grenades and threw them towards the US military position.
Although most of the ammunition had been consumed, there was still plenty of grenades that had not played much role due to being too far away.
Countless small black dots tore through the cold wind and struck in graceful arcs near the U.S. military.
"Shit!"
A US military noncommissioned officer's eyes widened. He picked up a grenade on the ground as quickly as possible and wanted to throw it out of the position. However, two or three more grenades hit him directly.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Countless grenade shrapnel splashed and tore into the bodies of American soldiers under the impact of the explosion of high explosives. Many bloody corpses were lifted directly into the air and crashed onto the charred bunker.
Wilson looked at the scene of countless grenades exploding on the position, frowning slightly, feeling a little distressed for the casualties of the US military.
But he wasn't too worried. It was just another round of bombing and continuing to charge. He believed that the firepower of the US military could still suppress this group of volunteers for the time being.
However, the battle did not go as he imagined. The volunteers seemed to lie still and kept throwing grenades at the US military position.
The continuous explosions and the wails of the wounded US military seemed to form a never-ending symphony, but it was also the sound of death in the ears of the US military.
"Oh, damn, are the guns in their hands fire sticks? Are they just going to let the support troops blow up like this?"
Wilson immediately discovered something was wrong. Generally speaking, when throwing grenades, a small part of the body must be exposed. It would certainly not be possible to form such a dense and unscrupulous throw under machine gun fire.
"Sir, these volunteers are hiding in the craters formed by the previous shells and cannot come out at all."
"Our machine guns can only hit the snowdrifts in front of their pits. Not many bullets can cause casualties to them."
The adjutant next to Wilson said with a frown, saying that he was completely helpless against the rogue tactics of the 7th Interspersed Company.
"Bang——"
Wilson threw the telescope in his hand to the ground angrily, gritted his teeth and looked at the bursts of explosions on the battlefield, his heart burning with anger.
"Just fucking blow it up like this and kill these American devils."
"It's boring to hide in a shell like a turtle. It would be nice if we could blow them out and fight us properly."
Yu Congrong slammed the grenade in his hand and cursed loudly.
This method was also thanks to the case Wu Qianli told him before, saying that a regiment leader dug a tunnel and threw grenades into the Japanese position. After being inspired, Yu Congrong adopted it flexibly.
However, grenades are still plentiful now, and they are not unlimited. They cannot stay in the snow pit for too long, otherwise they will be buried.
Now Yu Congrong is betting that the US military will collapse or make some urgent moves so that he can seize the opportunity to attack.
"Platoon commander, there seems to be movement on the US military position. It looks like they are about to launch a counterattack against us."
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu was stunned when he saw the changes in the US military position, and reminded Yu Congrong.
"Okay, the American devils finally couldn't hold it in anymore, but I suspect they just want to drive us out of this bunker and keep us farther apart, so we can't throw grenades easily."
"Tell comrades, don't be too war-loving,
Let’s lure the American devils out a little bit, and then they’ll have a better time, hahaha…”
Yu Congrong split his frozen purple lips and laughed while making a combat gesture to the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company behind him.
Yu Congrong's guess was correct. Wilson did not intend to fight immediately, but wanted to use a countercharge to obliterate the favorable combat position of the volunteers in front of him.
At the same time, they also wanted to use the counterattack to boost the morale of the US military, which had been beaten down and was a little depressed.
Therefore, Wilson personally led the team, and the weapon he carried the most was not the light machine gun that could effectively harvest the battlefield, but the rocket launcher that could block the volunteers' counterattack momentum.
"call out--"
"call out--"
"boom!"
More than a dozen rockets flew out of the US military position with white exhaust gas. The dense explosions slowed down the momentum of the 7th Interpenetrating Company in throwing grenades.
Taking advantage of this brief gap, the U.S. military, without the threat of grenade explosions, instantly rushed out of the bunker, suppressing the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetration Company in the artillery pit with intensive fire while charging towards them.
The soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company, who had already received Yu Congrong's order, did not evacuate immediately. Instead, they used the submachine guns in their hands to slow down the U.S. counterattack.
When the U.S. troops approached, they came out of the artillery pit, pretended to be defeated, and retreated toward the rear, leaving many guns behind during the retreat.
Seeing this situation, Wilson was a little defensive at first, but thinking that the U.S. military had an advantage in strength but had been suppressed by the volunteers just now, he simply ordered a pursuit to take advantage of the victory.
"Company commander, Yu Congrong has lured the American soldiers out. Is it time now?"
Pinghe's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at the American troops fighting their way out of the position, and he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
"It's time, rush forward now and pop the American devil's anus!"
Wu Qianli immediately picked up the Thompson submachine gun in his hand and led the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon towards the empty defensive US position.
