"Da da da da da da da da da da..."
Ignoring the explosions all around, Wu Qianli swung his bullet chain and wildly poured heavy machine gun bullets at the American troops in front of him.
However, in order to survive, some soldiers of the US military security battalion fought desperately to reach a position only a few dozen meters away from the position, and threw the grenades in their hands towards the position of Wu Qianli.
"clang--"
One of the small black dots hit the Browning machine gun and bounced off, making a crisp sound.
Wu Qianli had quick hands and eyes. He continued to pull the trigger with one hand and pressed his chest against the butt of the gun to prevent the recoil from affecting the upward tilt of the muzzle.
The other hand directly grabbed the grenade that was spitting out white smoke and quickly threw it back.
"boom!"
The grenade was quickly thrown into the air and exploded before it could land. The shrapnel ejected by the shock wave instantly tore the bodies of the two nearby American soldiers into pieces.
The remaining surviving American soldiers tried to repeat the same trick, but were beaten to bloody pulps by machine gun bullets and fell to the red-stained snow on the spot.
"Continue to charge. What are you waiting for? Their troops have been damaged and are at the end of their strength."
Wilson gritted his teeth, waved his fists, and roared to ask the American soldiers below to charge for a few more rounds.
But he soon discovered to his embarrassment that the remaining surviving American soldiers refused to hit the dozens of machine-gun fire snakes and lay still on the spot.
"Okay, supervise the battle team, take these dares..."
Wilson angrily pulled out his pistol and loaded it, still saying threatening words, but halfway through the words, he swallowed the rest of the words wisely.
He saw a nearby American soldier looking at him with a pair of muddy and angry eyes.
Some other American soldiers also had indifferent eyes, and they looked at him without the respect they used to have.
Wilson put down the pistol he was holding and sighed helplessly.
The biting cold wind blew at the wound on his leg, and the gushing blood had solidified at the low temperature, revealing a reddish-brown color. The exposed white bones felt as painful as a knife under the action of the cold wind.
"Damn it, these American devils are dying. Don't give them a chance to breathe. I'll kill them all quickly!"
Yu Congrong felt that the American soldiers seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Even the sound of counterattack gunfire was much weaker, and he was instantly overjoyed.
He charged while holding a Thompson submachine gun, and kept firing at the bodies of the American soldiers. The soldiers from the fire platoon and the assault platoon also rushed forward like wolves and tigers.
In this way, the helpless US military security battalion only deployed its troops and began to use firepower to suppress the soldiers of the 7th intersecting company charging from behind, but they also lost the possibility of continuing to charge towards the original position.
"Grenade!"
When Yu Congrong led the soldiers behind him and rushed to a position only sixty or seventy meters away from the US military, he roared and shouted instantly.
The assault platoon soldier below skillfully took out two grenades, bit down the tabs with his teeth, and threw them out.
While the assault platoon soldiers were throwing grenades, the firepower platoon soldiers used their machine guns and submachine guns to frantically suppress the U.S. military's protruding counterattack.
Countless small black dots instantly fell around the American soldiers, and many of them wanted to pick up the grenades and throw them back.
However, when these American troops just touched the cold metal shell of the grenade, a deafening explosion sounded.
"boom!"
"boom!"
After the two rounds of explosions ended, the originally strong US military guard camp was now left with only a few dozen soldiers who persisted in resisting.
The alternating firepower of grenades and submachine guns allowed Yu Congrong and his soldiers to charge in front of the US military with almost no hindrance.
The exhausted and demoralized American troops almost collapsed when they saw the volunteers holding bright bayonets and fighting them at close range.
"kill!"
Yu Congrong took the lead and instantly kicked over an American soldier who stood up to resist. He raised the long bayonet high in his hand and stabbed the American soldier's chest hard.
"puff--"
The heart artery that was brutally pierced instantly sprayed bright red blood on the nearby snow. The American soldier tilted his head and lost consciousness before he could even cry out.
At this time, Wu Wanli, who had kept up with the charge, also used the bayonet in his hand to pierce the neck of an American soldier, then flew him away and hit another American soldier.
"It's his grandma's fault. Why are you here if you don't stay in the artillery platoon?"
Yu Congrong stared at Wu Wanli, feeling a little angry.
"Brother Yu, am I here to help you?"
As Wu Wanli said this, he headed towards the other side of the American army with a slight guilty conscience.
"We surrender! (We surrender!)"
Although the 7th Interpenetrating Company became more and more courageous as they fought, many American troops no longer had the courage to pick up their bayonets and continue fighting, and they shouted loudly for mercy.
"Platoon leader, what kind of bird language are these American devils talking about!"
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu had just pierced the throat of an American soldier with a sharp military thorn, and asked with some confusion.
"What the hell, dead American devils won't be able to speak bird language."
Yu Congrong neatly eliminated two American soldiers and said with a roar. At this time, he was already a little red-eyed.
Many American soldiers who had resisted were stabbed directly in the chest by the wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers of the 7th Interpenetrating Company before they could even raise their hands.
This is no wonder Yu Congrong and the others. In this murderous battlefield, who would have the time to discern what these American soldiers are thinking? Direct assassination is the best solution.
"Don't kill me, please, we really surrender! (Please, don't kill us, we really surrender!)"
When Wilson saw the volunteers who were fighting in front of him, his face changed for a second, and he shot all the bullets in his pistol into the sky, then raised his hands and said loudly.
For the US military, if you use the last bullet in your gun, you are allowed to surrender, and this is not a humiliating practice.
Seeing that Wilson had surrendered, the remaining American troops no longer had any thoughts of resistance. They all knelt down on the snow with a plop, raised their hands and begged for mercy.
"Hmph! A bunch of eggless things!"
Yu Congrong glanced disdainfully at the American soldier kneeling on the ground. Even if he couldn't understand English, he understood what it meant.
He waved his hand in disgust and asked his men to unload the guns of these prisoners. He hurriedly ran towards the position to see the situation in Wu Qianli.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
However, what Yu Congrong did not expect was that the machine guns on the position suddenly rang out again. He subconsciously ordered his men to lie down, and he also lay on the snow, observing the situation in amazement.
"Platoon leader, what is the situation on this US military position? Although they are firing, the bullets are all flying into the sky."
Fire platoon soldier Tieniu was also frightened by the roar of machine guns at first.
But when he looked up and observed, he saw that all the machine guns on the position had their muzzles pointed upward, shooting bullets into the air.
"It's his grandma's fault. You know it with your butt. It must be some weird idea popping up in our company commander's mind."
Yu Congrong took a deep breath, and after confirming that the target of the machine guns was not them, he led his soldiers and slowly approached the position.
While getting closer to the position, Yu Congrong also tacitly asked his men to fire their guns in the air, and even threw two grenades to a safe position from time to time.
"Keep shooting, don't relax, lest you be seen to be suspicious, then our plan will not be able to proceed."
Wu Qianli on the position continued to pour bullets into the air while giving instructions.
Although the other soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon were a little unclear, they probably guessed a little bit and followed suit and pulled the triggers of their machine guns.
On the position, they had taken advantage of the gap just now to move some machine guns, weapons and ammunition to the rear direction. If US reinforcements arrived, they could instantly turn back and shoot.
At this time, the US military reinforcements were only more than 800 meters away from the position.
"Fortunately, at least the security battalion held on until reinforcements arrived and held its position. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
Smith carefully observed with his telescope, and then waved the troops to continue moving forward.
As a U.S. military general who has experienced hundreds of battles, he fully understands the fatal mistake of fueling tactics on the battlefield.
Rather than detaching troops to support and leaving some people to protect him, it would be better to just go out in full force. This way, the chance of defeating the volunteers is greater.
So all the remaining security forces in the command post, including staff officers and translators, took up arms and went into battle.
"General, why don't you leave the task of supporting the front line to your subordinates? It would be safer for you to retreat to the headquarters."
An old officer with pale hair persuaded carefully, obviously worried about the situation on the battlefield.
"No need. If we defeat the volunteers, it will naturally be negative. If we are defeated, will it be safe for me to hide there?"
Smith shrugged while adjusting his collar and said very realistically.
The old officer was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment, and said nothing more.
But he understood that if this last force also retreated, the highest command post on the Eastern Front would be completely destroyed. By then, the entire peninsula battlefield and even the world would be shocked.
"The fighting on the frontline is fierce. We must speed up immediately to support friendly forces. We must block all these volunteers in front of the defense line."
Smith watched with firm and sharp eyes, and the fire reflected the hail of bullets in front of him, and he rushed over with more than a hundred fully armed U.S. troops.
The sounds of gunshots and explosions were still continuous, and occasionally rockets would bombard the position, raising some firearms and snowdrifts high. Everything seemed to tell Smith that the situation was critical.
But when the U.S. reinforcements approached to a distance of more than 400 meters, Smith's battle intuition developed over time on the battlefield told him that something was wrong.
Although the roar of gunfire and the density of grenade explosions were not a big problem.
However, rockets flew to the position one after another, and each time they only destroyed some machine guns. No American corpse was ever lifted up.
"move on! (keep moving forward!)"
Although Smith had some concerns, he was not sure what the situation was. While letting his men continue to move forward, he quietly fell behind the team.
"Company Commander, it seems that the American soldiers didn't notice any clues and have already entered the range of the machine gun."
Pinghe put his gun in the sky and whispered to Wu Qianli.
"Don't be anxious. Move the US troops closer. If you shoot now, it will be easy for them to escape. After a while, Yu Congrong and the others will take up the position."
Wu Qianli hesitated for two seconds and decided to wait a little longer. It would be a big loss if he couldn't calm down at this time.
350 meters, 300 meters, 250 meters. As the US military gradually approached, the veteran officer at the head had already seen the back of Wu Qianli and others who were "fighting bloody battles", and unconsciously accelerated the pace of the march.
But after all, when they were within 200 meters, the US military suddenly discovered that the volunteers had actually rushed to the position, and they were instantly shocked.
But at this time, their "friendly forces" did not start fighting immediately. Instead, they turned around and grasped the machine gun on the other side.
"No, they are volunteers, retreat quickly and we are ambushed!"
Smith, who was hiding behind to observe, suddenly saw Wu Qianli's yellow-skinned face and the machine gun pointed at them, and he immediately understood everything.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da..."
The roar of the machine gun instantly covered up Smith's voice giving military orders, and yellow fire snakes composed of bullets instantly hit the bodies of the American soldiers.
"Hmm~"
The veteran US military officer who was leading the charge groaned when he was shot in the chest, and then fell to the snow. Finally, he glanced angrily at the flames ejected from the muzzle of the machine gun, then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
"Retreat immediately!"
Smith, who understood that the situation was not good, did not want to waste even a second and quickly directed the army to retreat.
However, just when Smith stood up and retreated, a series of bullets instantly blocked his path, forcing him to lie down on the snow again.
"Fight on the US military's retreat route, seal them here and don't let them escape. The US military's highest command post on the eastern front has been completely captured. Let's do it in one fell swoop!"
As Wu Qianli spoke, he adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired at the soldiers behind the US military.
"Don't worry, company commander, none of these American devils can escape."
Yu Congrong also caught up with the position at this time, and he placed the submachine gun in his hand on the position very skillfully. Half holding the machine gun, he pointed at the position behind the US military and fired accurately.
When all the soldiers of the 7th interleaved company rushed to the position, everyone divided their duties and fired clearly, intending to drag the American troops in front of them on the snow.
Some used machine gun fire and rockets to block the retreat route of the US military, while others used submachine guns to fire accurately, wiping out the US military's effective forces.
Several American soldiers originally wanted to get up and retreat, but in an instant, more than a dozen blood holes appeared on their bodies, and their entire bodies were knocked backwards by the impact of the bullets.
Even though the cautious Smith had arrived at the rear of the army early, bullets hit his head and the snowdrifts near his body from time to time, splashing snow particles, and the breath of death seemed to be so close to him.
"Fuck you! These hateful bastards! (These hateful bastards!)"
Smith wiped the snow particles from his face, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
He understood that if something was not done at this time, once he, the highest commander of the US military on the Eastern Front, was captured, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and be ridiculed for the rest of his life.
(End of chapter)
