Countless bullets flew across the battlefield, hitting the backs of the defeated American soldiers and splashing clouds of blood.
Yu Congrong pulled the trigger of the machine gun tightly, and the bullet flames from the muzzle of the machine gun kept spraying out, like a death sickle, harvesting the lives of the American soldiers behind Wilson.
"Come over with me and kill the big fish among the American devils first."
Yu Congrong roared, slightly putting down the machine gun with a red barrel that had been hit, biting open a grenade and throwing it forward.
He had long noticed this big fish who kept gathering the remaining soldiers and wanted to boost the morale of the American army. Based on the idea of catching the thief first, he continued to kill in the direction of Wilson desperately.
However, Yu Congrong stared at the target ahead and fought regardless of left and right, but unexpectedly several gun muzzles were already pointed at his body.
"boom--"
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, an American soldier raised his Garand rifle and fired a very sinister shot at Yu Congrong.
"Damn it, this American devil is always playing dirty tricks."
Yu Congrong was charging and shooting at the same time. When he felt the danger approaching, he instantly turned his head.
The bullet missed his scalp and flew past him, knocking his newly picked steel helmet aside.
Although Yu Congrong was not hit directly, the huge shock caused by the bullet knocking off the helmet also made his mind numb.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
The firepower platoon soldier Tieniu, who was charging closely behind Yu Congrong, immediately raised his Thompson submachine gun and fired at the attacking U.S. troops.
Several blood holes appeared on the bodies of several American soldiers. Blood spurted out, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground.
"Platoon leader, we are rushing too deep. We might be in danger. Why don't you leave this job to me while you, the old man, step back and take command."
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu suddenly became frightened when he saw Yu Congrong leading the way.
It is certainly a good idea to capture the thief first, but if Yu Congrong kills him first before he can kill him in front of the US military commander, it will be a big loss.
"Fuck you, there is no turning back when you fire your bow. If I retreat now, won't that add to the morale of our seventh penetration company?"
Yu Congrong decisively rejected Tieniu's proposal and stared at Wilson's figure.
Yu Congrong did not know that Wu Qianli actually led the reconnaissance platoon soldiers to capture the US military position first.
In his view, he risked his life to rush to kill. If the outcome could be decided in one battle, the probability of the US military successfully retreating to the defense line and continuing to resist would be smaller, and the comrades behind him would be able to sacrifice less.
"Stop him, don't let him come to kill you."
Wilson looked at the murderous Yu Congrong, and instantly understood who his target was, and immediately panicked and asked his soldiers to block him.
It has to be said that there is a reason why the 1st Marine Division is called the elite ace of the US military.
Under such circumstances, five or six US troops actually gritted their teeth and charged back in Yu Congrong's direction.
But before they could do anything, the bullets poured out from Yu Conrong's gun instantly tore their bodies into pieces. ….
"Damn it, why are these American devils so much in the way?"
Yu Congrong was not happy at all after killing and wounding these American soldiers. He had already pulled the trigger, and these bullets were just enough to hit Wilson.
When he looked up again, Wilson was like a rabbit, already running a short distance away, obviously full of desire for survival.
As for this unit of the US Army's Ace Marine Division, after experiencing an immediate collapse, their military morale slowly recovered. While retreating, they began to fire back and fire back.
Yu Congrong, who was almost out of touch with the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon, seemed particularly dangerous at this time.
Many US troops focused on this target and swarmed towards Yu Conrong. They followed Yu Conrong and rushed to the front one or two.
The soldier then fell.
"Platoon commander, we can't pursue you anymore. Let's retreat first. If we are surrounded by American troops, all our efforts will be in vain."
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu persuaded loudly, pulling Yu Congrong's arm and retreating.
"Pooh--"
Yu Congrong shook off Tie Niu's hand, took one final look at Wilson with some reluctance, and then headed towards the rear to join his comrades.
After running for a while, Wilson found that the big threat behind him had disappeared. Then he slowed down a little, panting heavily with sweat on his head.
"Order the soldiers to maintain their formation and retreat alternately, so as not to expose our backs to these volunteers."
Wilson wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs while giving orders to his soldiers.
Under the influence of the desire to survive and military orders, the U.S. military quickly completed the changes. If the volunteers continued to rush forward and pursue, they would have to pay a lot of casualties.
But at this time, Wilson discovered that this group of volunteers had already opened a small distance from them.
Although they were still harvesting them with firepower, they seemed to have no intention of pursuing them any further.
Most of the American soldiers who fled were secretly relieved, but some veterans always felt that something was wrong.
"call out--"
"call out--"
The sound of artillery shells tearing through the air sounded again, and the memory of fear that had not dissipated in the minds of the American soldiers was awakened. They immediately found a place to lie down in panic.
"boom!"
The huge explosion still directly overturned many American soldiers, and shrapnel mercilessly cut off half of the heads of some American soldiers.
Even though there were even U.S. troops who were close by and were not directly covered by the bombs, the powerful shock wave along the ground shook them almost to the point of fainting, and the buzzing in their ears could not be dissipated.
Even Wilson was pierced through the thigh by a flying shrapnel. A small section of white bones was exposed in the bright red blood, causing him to cry loudly in pain.
It turns out that Yu Congrong and the others kept a small distance from the US military in order to allow the forward-moving artillery platoon to continue to function without worrying about hurting friendly forces.
Lei Gong was squinting his eyes at this time, drawing directions with his thumb pen, and kept reciting some data, and the beard around his mouth was trembling.
"Bang——"
Lei Gong personally put a mortar shell into the muzzle, and with the crisp sound of the firing pin, a mortar shell soared into the sky again. ….
Wilson's injury just now was his masterpiece. He first observed the unlucky US military officer through the telescope, and then with the help of artillery shells, he was lucky enough to injure the target that Yu Congrong wanted to chase.
"Hey, that's not right, where did that melon boy from Wu Wanli go?"
Lei Gong was proudly unleashing artillery shells on the US military position, but suddenly he found that Wu Wanli was missing. He looked around and couldn't find him.
"I'm sorry, Raikou. I won't be of much use if I stay in the artillery platoon. You might as well go to the front line and fight."
At this time, Wu Wanli was rushing forward with a gun in his hand, muttering in a low voice.
After two rounds of continuous mortar bombardment, they gradually stopped. As the US military continued to retreat under artillery fire, the artillery shells could no longer reach them.
Wilson was grinning and covering the wound on his thigh. The American soldier carrying him underneath was running forward with great effort.
"It's over. The Eastern Front's supreme commander said it might really be captured by these volunteers."
At this time, not only was the pain in Wilson's thigh stimulating his nerves, but the sense of shame in his heart was even more intense.
After more than 200 bodies were dropped, Wilson's hope of continuing the defense began to fade.
Now their number is roughly the same as that of the volunteers, but they have a huge disadvantage in terms of morale and fighting will.
Even if they continue to take risks and stay on the defensive desperately, there is still a 60% chance that they can withstand the waves of charges from the seventh interspersed company and win a tragic victory.
But of course they were not willing to let the top commander on the Eastern Front bear the 40% risk of being captured alive just for such a small force.
"Don't be discouraged. The artillery shells and bullets of these volunteers are probably almost used up. If we return to the position and kill them in large numbers, they will definitely retreat."
Wilson shook his head vigorously, forcing down those discouraged emotions, and instead spoke loudly to encourage the soldiers below.
But what was very embarrassing was that all the American soldiers just lowered their heads and retreated forward like zombies.
They are the elite aces of the US military and have rich combat experience, so they have just resumed the battlefield reaction of fighting and retreating in order to survive.
However, some of them also know very well that if the war reaches this point, they may only be used as cannon fodder and consume some of the volunteer forces, and then Smith will lead the army to break out.
Wilson opened his mouth in embarrassment, but did not continue to say anything. He just wanted to return to the position and wait until it was safe for the time being.
On the position, Wu Qianli straightened the bullet chain beside him, slowly raised the muzzle of the 1917 heavy machine gun, and pointed it at the US military figure that was gradually approaching.
"Company Commander, most of these American devils have already entered the shooting range. Do you want to fight?"
Pinghe, also holding a 1919 Browning medium machine gun, asked Wu Qianli in a low voice.
"Don't worry, the US military is defenseless now. Only by putting them in and fighting again can we kill more."
Wu Qianli picked up the telescope, observed the retreat of the US military, and said slightly.
The only fly in the ointment is that Yu Congrong and others now gave up the pressing charge and switched to trailing shooting at a distance. ….
Otherwise, panicked American soldiers might hit their guns and cause even greater casualties.
At 500 meters, 400 meters, and 300 meters, the troops at the front of the US military were getting closer and closer. Some people even noticed that something was wrong with the silence on the position, and couldn't help but slow down.
"Fire!"
With Wu Qianli's roar, more than twenty machine guns poured out bullets at the same time. The murderous fire snakes were like death's scythes harvesting the lives of American soldiers.
The unsuspecting US troops never expected that someone would shoot at them from the position they regarded as their hope for survival.
For a while, many soldiers were beaten to a bloody pulp, and the US military suffered heavy casualties.
"Platoon commander, what are the US troops doing? Could it be that there is internal strife? Why are they opening fire on their own people?"
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu heard the sudden roar of machine guns and saw countless American troops falling instantly. He didn't realize what was going on for a moment.
"His grandma's losses are huge. If I had told you earlier, it was our company commander who took advantage of the American soldiers to go out and captured their position."
"Comrades, follow me and kill them. Don't let any American go."
Yu Congrong's eyes flashed instantly. He was not willing to let go of this great opportunity to annihilate the US military security battalion, and quickly surrounded it with the soldiers of the 7th interleaving company.
"Sir, the volunteers are attacking from two sides. We can't go back and we can't fight. What should we do?"
The American soldier carrying Wilson simply put it back on the snow and asked the commander anxiously.
"Tell the soldiers not to be afraid and hold on for a while. General Smith will send reinforcements to rescue us."
Wilson was confused at first when he saw this situation, but after being stunned for two seconds, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly threw out the last life-saving straw.
The soldiers of the US military security battalion also fell down one after another after being harvested, using the corpses of their companions as bunkers to make a final resistance.
Listening to Wilson's deceptive hope, they could only resign themselves to their fate. After all, the U.S. military, which was being attacked from two sides, didn't even have a way to escape, so they simply resisted and fought for the last chance of survival.
"Bazooka! Remove their fire points and we still have a chance to fight back."
At Wilson's reminder
Next, many US troops loaded their last rockets and aimed at the roaring machine guns on the position.
"call out--"
"boom!"
A soldier from the reconnaissance platoon next to Wu Qianli was directly blasted into the sky with a machine gun, and then turned into a charred corpse burned in the flames of war.
Under the rocket offensive of the US military, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon on the position died one by one in the violent explosion. After a while, only a dozen machine guns were left and continued to roar tenaciously.
Feeling that the firepower of the blockade had weakened slightly, the US military continued to advance slowly towards the position, shortening the distance before firing the rockets, and the shots became more accurate.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon faced the roaring U.S. rockets. No one flinched, but they were determined to kill themselves.
"Give me another ten minutes, and this US military security battalion will be completely wiped out."
While Wu Qianli controlled the machine gun and let the heavy bullets hit the bodies of the American soldiers, he prayed secretly in his heart.
However, things went wrong, and Wu Qianli suddenly discovered that the small combat map in his mind had changed. Some densely packed small red dots were coming from behind the position.
It turned out that Smith heard the news on the front line and guessed that the battle situation was critical, so he sent additional reinforcements. This put Wu Qianli in a dilemma at this moment.
He was about to annihilate the U.S. military guard in front of him, but if he didn't leave, the retreating U.S. troops and the supporting U.S. troops would charge together, and he would be the one being wiped out.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
Although Wu Qianli knew the risks of staying, he still gritted his teeth, roared and pulled the trigger.
The flames ejected from the muzzle of the machine gun made his frozen face turn red, and a flash of the will to kill Cheng Ren flashed across his eyes.
From time to time, people on the position were shot and injured, and even their flesh and blood were bruised by rocket bombs, but no one wanted to retreat.
In order not to leave any breathing space for the U.S. troops, many soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon did not even change the ammunition belts after polishing their machines. They simply picked up the submachine guns on the side and continued to shoot at the U.S. troops.
In this way, Wu Qianli and others desperately blocked the retreat route of the American troops in front, but the American reinforcements were getting closer and closer to them...
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