The thick gunpowder smoke scorched the bunkers of the U.S. military defense line black. Behind the walls of the courtyard that were riddled with bullets, the wounded U.S. soldiers were quietly bandaging themselves.
In order to boost morale, U.S. commander Wilson mobilized most of the troops on the defense line and counterattacked them out. Only some old and weak soldiers remained at the defense line.
In the darkness, Pinghe slowly raised the muzzle of his sniper rifle, and the crosshair of the optical sight was pointed at a US military noncommissioned officer stationed at the defense line.
The machine gun firepower points that used to be all-powerful on the US military defense line were basically unprepared for the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetrating Company behind them. Pinghe set valuable targets on these grassroots non-commissioned officers of the US military.
"To deal with these old and weak remnants of the US military, there is no need for us to make such a big fuss and ask our comrades to put bayonets on them."
Wu Qianli held the muzzle of Pinghe's gun, slowly lowered it, and said with a smile.
Yu Congrong had just attracted the U.S. troops out, and Wilson and his large U.S. troops did not pursue them very far.
If the U.S. military discovers that the rear defense line has been stabbed at this time, it will definitely turn around and counterattack immediately.
How could the twenty-odd reconnaissance platoon soldiers next to Wu Qianli hold such a large position?
Even if Yu Congrong led the fire platoon and assault platoon to counterattack and annihilate the U.S. troops, it would only strain their muscles and bones, and they would not be able to achieve the system mission of completely collapsing the U.S. defense line.
Under Wu Qianli's order, a glistening bayonet was installed on the Garand rifle they replaced.
"The original mission team was changed to an assassination team. Each team was responsible for two positions. After three minutes, they quickly annihilated the US military and gained dominance over the US defense line."
Wu Qianli whispered while wiping the dark red shiny military spurs with his military cotton uniform.
The twenty-odd soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon nodded one after another, divided into eight teams in groups of three, and went towards various positions to kill silently.
However, the soldiers on the US military position were not aware of it. At most, they sorted out their ammunition chains and guns in their hands, and then remained silent.
Many wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs stared blankly at the battlefield littered with corpses. They had obviously lost the fighting spirit of the elite aces of the US military.
"Use the god-level hidden experience card."
Wu Qianli muttered silently in his heart, and the system's reward bonus immediately came into play.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon who dispersed felt that the faint sounds of their footsteps on the snow were hidden, and everyone's aura seemed to have become much calmer.
Although the US military positions are always filled with old and weak soldiers with low morale, Wu Qianli does not dare to slack off at all. Their numbers are inherently disadvantageous and cannot tolerate any mistakes.
"There's about a minute left..."
Wu Qianli silently looked at the watch in his hand that was obscured by snow and fog, and thought to himself.
At this moment, Wu Qianli had already led two soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon to the back of a US military position.
The distance was so close that Wu Qianli could clearly see a dent made by grenade fragments in the fine lines of the helmets on the heads of the American soldiers.
But he was still wearing a white cloak and was lying on the snow. He was waiting for about three minutes before taking action.
This will allow the originally planned reconnaissance platoon soldiers to cause maximum damage to the US military at the same time.
And if the time is staggered too much, the US military in other positions will definitely notice the abnormality and become alert, and the advantage of the surprise attack will be greatly weakened.
"Now, do it now!"
Wu Qianli turned his fist into a palm and slashed hard into the air in front of him, representing a combat gesture of immediate attack.
Wu Qianli took the lead in targeting the U.S. military veterans who were maintaining vigilance on the position, and quickly rushed forward.
The bayonet in his hand had a slight upward angle and pierced the back chest of the American veteran hard.
The US military veteran was carefully observing the situation ahead. The next second, his chest was penetrated by a bayonet with a huge impact.
Splashing blood dyed the white snow under his feet red.
"There is an enemy..."
The US military veteran was trying to use his last strength to pick up the gun and pull the trigger on alert.
However, Wu Qianli twisted the military thorn in his hand to the right, and his beating heart lost its vitality after struggling for a few seconds.
Other U.S. troops who responded wanted to resist, but some were cut to the throat by two soldiers from the other reconnaissance platoon.
Some were directly kicked over by Wu Qianli's sharp kick, and the bright bayonet penetrated the hearts of the American soldiers from the sky, killing them.
In just over twenty seconds, all the American troops on a small position were wiped out.
At the same time, other assassination teams also took away the lives of thirty or forty American soldiers with swords and swords. The splattered blood stained the charred courtyard wall with a bright red.
"FU1919A6 heavy machine gun.
He patted the ice and snow covering the machine gun's air hole with his red and swollen hands, and placed it in the center of the US military's retreat route.
Although it is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of the number of troops, he believes that with these twenty-odd machine guns alone, it can definitely seal the retreating routes of all American troops.
If he is given enough time, it is not impossible to cooperate with Yu Congrong to annihilate this large US military force.
You must know that in the Battle of Guadalcanal in the Pacific War, American soldier John Basilone annihilated nearly 2,000 Japanese troops with two machine guns.
Wu Qianli led the reconnaissance platoon to seize the U.S. position. Just as he was waiting for the U.S. troops to retreat and hit the guns, the U.S. frontline commander Wilson also noticed something was wrong.
Although the volunteers in front of them seemed to have lost their armor, some soldiers could even show panic on their faces.
However, they seemed to be retreating at such a speed that they had been prepared for a long time. They could not catch up with them, and not one of them ran in the wrong direction.
"After the last round of rocket bombardment, we immediately returned to the position."
Wilson frowned as he looked at the rabbit-like volunteers, helplessly shook his head and prepared to retreat.
"call out--"
"call out--"
More than a dozen rockets, with a trace of white exhaust gas, followed a precise trajectory and flew towards the rear of Yu Congrong and others.
"boom!"
The huge explosion set off bursts of flying snow, and some very unlucky fire platoon soldiers were directly blown aside.
When the comrades rushed forward to carry the wounded away, they found that they were constantly vomiting blood from their mouths. It was obvious that they were no longer able to survive.
"Damn it, just let you American devils be arrogant for a while, you will suffer a lot later, bah——"
Seeing the comrades around him sacrificed like this, Yu Congrong couldn't help but itched his teeth with hatred, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm directly onto the snow beside him.
"retreat!"
Seeing the miserable situation of the volunteers, U.S. Commander Wilson couldn't help but have a proud smile on his lips.
However, he did not intend to continue fighting, but directly issued an order for the entire army to retreat.
However, when the US military retreated, the original expectation that the volunteers would pursue and kill them for a while, forcing them to fight and retreat, did not occur.
Instead, Yu Congrong continued to retreat with the soldiers from the fire platoon and assault platoon, and opened a small distance from them.
"Could this group of tenacious volunteers be repulsed just like that?"
Wilson was not happy at first, but had a lot of doubts in his mind, but he decided to seize the time to retreat. Returning to the position was safer than now.
The American soldiers looked at the volunteers retreating like a tide, and they did not have as many thoughts as Wilson. They all showed expressions of relief and surprise, and some even cheered quietly.
However, they were not happy for long when suddenly someone pricked up their ears and their eyes widened, as if they heard some terrible sound.
"No! This is an artillery fire from the volunteers. They are about to fall down!"
The US military who was the first to react pulled
He roared loudly, trying to put his companions on guard.
"call out--"
"call out--"
The artillery shells with beautiful parabolas streaked across the sky, and the sound of tearing up the air was like the roar of wild beasts, directly drowning out the roar of the American troops.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The rapidly falling shells exploded at the feet of the American troops. The brilliant and hot fire swallowed countless American troops instantly, and the flying shrapnel tore their fragile bodies into pieces.
"Boom! Give me a hard blow! These **** American devils, let them be arrogant and lurk for so long, they have suppressed me to death."
Lei Gong shook off the snow covering his body, stared fiercely at the American troops covered in fire and smoke, and then gave the order for a rapid bombardment to the artillery platoon.
The crisp sound of the mortar firing pin was heard endlessly, and the shells soared into the sky, pinning the U.S. troops in place and unable to move.
Just now, Lei Gong's artillery platoon was hiding as if it had fired all the shells, just to do a lot of damage to the US military at this moment.
After all, their artillery shells are not that abundant and can be used directly for bombardment, so the effect of the US military on the position is definitely not very good.
After the three rounds of shelling ended, Wilson climbed up from the ground that had been blown into a snow pit in embarrassment, coughing violently, and directed the troops to retreat immediately.
The soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company, who had been pretending to retreat just now, were now approaching a position not far from them following the last extended artillery fire charge.
The 7th Interpenetrating Company, which has undergone rigorous training, has reached the most elite position in the entire Ninth Army in terms of artillery coordination.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
Yu Congrong personally carried a Browning machine gun and charged forward while firing at the US troops.
The huge recoil made his chest hurt, but he still gritted his teeth, and with his brave comrades behind him who were not afraid of death, he put on a posture that wanted to keep the US military on the snow.
The panicked US military had just recovered from the recent shelling, and in the slowly dissipating black smoke, a large number of soldiers from the 7th Interpenetrating Company appeared.
Many U.S. soldiers collapsed on the spot, threw their guns in their hands, and ran directly to the position behind them as if they wished they had more legs.
At first, U.S. commander Wilson wanted to stabilize the formation and organization and retreat while fighting.
When Yu Congrong was already approaching, he gave up his illusions, and with a small number of American soldiers who still maintained their will to fight, he slowly retreated while shooting.
"Grandma, don't let them go back to their turtle shells and keep all these American devils!"
Yu Congrong didn't know that Wu Qianli had captured the US military position at this moment. He only wanted to annihilate the large US military force in front of him.
In order to keep these American soldiers behind, Yu Congrong even led a small number of soldiers from the 7th Intersection Company who rushed to the front, ignoring some American soldiers around him who had given up resistance, and went to the densely populated area of American soldiers at Wilson.
"What?"
The few American troops who fled saw that Yu Congrong and others were so arrogant that they killed directly in front of them, and did not care about them at all, and their mentality suddenly exploded.
In fact, if the US military fights back now, they may be lucky enough to make dumplings for Yu Congrong. After Yu Congrong dies, the US military may still have a chance to make a comeback.
But at this moment, the so-called elite of the US Marine Corps 1st Division no longer had much will to resist, and were just retreating backwards.
However, they did not know that on the defensive line that they regarded as their hope for survival, countless machine gun muzzles had murderously blocked their retreat route.
