Countless bullets with yellow tails struck around the patch of snow where Smith was lying.
Snowflakes instantly rose up under the impact of the bullet, and the cold murderous aura seemed to wrap around his whole body.
"Front row fire cover back row follow me back! (Front row fire cover back row follow me back!)"
Smith vigorously shook off the snowflakes on his body and issued the order through gritted teeth.
After hearing the order, some US troops in the front row immediately set up their submachine guns and suppressed the spray of machine gun fire desperately.
Seeing that the fire suppression on the position was slightly weakened, other American soldiers quickly took out an iron pipe-like thing from their arms and installed it on the Garand rifle.
Then they loaded grenades or small incendiary bombs with phosphorus smoke bombs, aimed them at the roaring machine guns on the position, and fired them violently.
"呲——"
Along with a rather small sound of friction, countless small black dots emitting white smoke were launched near Wu Qianli and others.
At the same time, there were a small number of incendiary bombs that exploded instantly, and countless sprayed sparks, once contaminated on the military cotton clothes, could not stop burning.
"ah--"
A small ball of flame instantly ignited on the body of a soldier in the fire platoon. He didn't notice it at first and just rolled around on the position. However, the flame did not seem to be extinguished at all, but instead burned bigger and bigger.
When Wu Wanli saw that his comrades were suddenly suffering from the fire, he couldn't bear it and immediately rushed forward to help put out the fire.
"Silly boy, what are you doing? Even if you pass by now, you won't be able to save him. Instead, you will risk your own life."
Lei Gong, who had just led the artillery platoon to the position, saw Wu Wanli's actions and immediately took his arm and pushed him aside.
"Damn it, these American devils don't care about using N7 rifle grenades, but they actually carry small white phosphorus incendiary bombs. Bah."
When Wu Qianli heard the wails of his comrades and felt the increasingly scorching heat around him, he instantly hated the group of American soldiers in front of him even more. The machine gun spraying brass bullets in his hand couldn't help but fire faster.
The M7 grenade launcher is somewhat similar to a grenade launcher. When launched, the recoil is not very large, but the recoil may cause wear and jams between the launcher and the barrel structure.
Therefore, the U.S. military did not use rifle grenades first when there were abundant rockets. Now, being suppressed by 5,000 miles of people, they had no choice but to fight back like this.
When the US military's two rounds of rifle grenades were fired, the position was instantly covered by successive explosions, and the raging fire grew stronger and stronger, exuding blazing heat in the cold night.
"Retreat! (Retreat!)"
When Smith saw that the two rounds of attacks were effective, he was not very proud. Instead, he wanted to take the US military to evacuate this place immediately, because he knew that such an advantage was only temporary.
Sure enough, when the US troops retreated like a tide, Wu Qianli also led the soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company to rush down from the position.
The spreading white phosphorus flame will surely turn the position into a sea of flames.
And after the two rounds of grenade explosions just now, it was no longer possible to blockade these US troops who had withdrawn some distance with firepower.
"Kill over! Capture Smith alive!"
Wu Qianli roared loudly as he walked out of the position with a Thompson submachine gun.
In addition, the blood of countless American soldiers spilled on his face has solidified into reddish brown. Looking from a distance, it looks like a murderous god descending to earth.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
After some American troops were left behind, they used their submachine guns to block the charging route of Wu Qianli and others.
However, the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company dispersed into skirmish formations, and most of the flying bullets flew into the darkness without spattering a trace of blood.
Although some bullets still hit the soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company, the others who saw their companions falling did not panic at all. Instead, they quickened their pace and continued to charge forward.
Wu Qianli, in particular, led the charge at the front, with countless bullets whizzing past him. The Thompson submachine gun in his hand kept spraying bullets, killing the nearest American soldiers.
"They're all monsters, a bunch of deadly monsters! (They're all monsters, a bunch of deadly monsters!)"
The U.S. troops behind saw the soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company rushing to a position less than 100 meters away from them. They immediately lost the courage to resist and ran away one after another.
"Hahahaha, this eggless thing doesn't matter, it's still so stupid."
Yu Congrong wildly held a Browning medium machine gun, laughing and pouring bullets on the backs of the US troops. Countless US troops who wanted to retreat fell heavily.
The surviving American soldiers saw the blood staining the snow red as their companions retreated. They immediately regained their composure and raised their guns in order to make a last stand.
"Surrender, don't kill, surrender, don't kill! (Surrender, don't kill, surrender gun, don't kill!)"
Wu Qianli looked at these American troops who had rekindled their will to fight, and immediately shouted two sentences in English to persuade them to surrender at the top of their lungs.
Those American soldiers who had just plucked up the courage to raise their guns were stunned when they heard this. After hesitating for two seconds, they threw their guns aside, raised their hands, and knelt on the ground.
Seeing this, Lei Gong and others roughly understood what Wu Qianli was shouting, so they started shouting along with him in a bad accent.
For a moment, a non-standard but loud voice resounded throughout the battlefield.
Most of the American soldiers dropped their guns in fear and raised their hands in surrender. The soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company passed directly by them and continued to charge forward.
Wu Qianli, who was at the forefront, slightly lowered the muzzle of his Thompson submachine gun and changed from strafing to burst shooting, killing the very few American soldiers who still wanted to put up a stubborn resistance.
In just over two minutes, the American soldiers responsible for the break either surrendered or were annihilated, and all lost the ability to resist.
But no matter what, this group of U.S. troops blocked Wu Qianli and others for a short while, buying Smith valuable time.
Smith heard the gunshots of resistance from the rear gradually weakening, and immediately understood that the US troops covering the retreat had collapsed, and he also felt an invisible murderous aura approaching.
"Hurry up and retreat, hurry up! (Hurry up and retreat, hurry up!)"
Smith gritted his teeth and shouted hysterically, and his soldiers quickly accelerated their march.
However, as Smith ran, he discovered to his embarrassment that he was the one slowing down the entire army.
His long-term pampered life in the headquarters has made his physical strength weak. Even when he needs to march, he is mostly used to sitting in a military vehicle instead of escaping like this.
As the distance between the 7th interleaving company and the US military got closer and closer, Lei Gong simply picked up a bazooka, aimed it at the back of the retreating US military and fired.
"call out--"
"boom!"
A roaring rocket instantly penetrated the cold wind and exploded not far behind Smith. Two US soldiers were blown into the sky and died on the spot.
"Shit!"
Smith was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Being able to detect the distance by firing meant that the pursuers behind him were very close.
“Come on, go back and drag the volunteers! (Come on, go back and drag the volunteers!)”
Feeling a lot of bullets starting to whizz by him, Smith became a little anxious and immediately asked some US troops to continue to the rear to cover the retreat.
But in the end, only a dozen or so people were willing to obey his orders to block the volunteers.
When Wu Qianli saw that there were actually American soldiers coming back with submachine guns, he instantly gave a thumbs up in his heart.
"They are indeed the elite of the 1st U.S. Marine Division, and their fighting will is truly unparalleled by the average U.S. military."
Wu Qianli sighed in his heart as he raised his gun, ready to help these "heroes", but then something unexpected happened to him.
"Crack-"
Among the seven or eight people, five or six American soldiers knelt down, threw their guns aside, and raised their hands to surrender.
It turned out that they did not have the consciousness to sacrifice for Smith, but they just felt that instead of being shot to death by stray bullets while escaping, it would be better to simply surrender to the volunteers, which would have a greater chance of survival.
"You bastards! (You bastards!)"
The two American soldiers who rushed to the front suddenly found that their comrades behind them had surrendered. They looked awkwardly at the dense muzzles of guns pointed at their bodies, and finally cursed.
"Da da da da da da da da da da..."
The Thompson submachine gun in Wu Qianli's hand ruthlessly shot several bloody holes in the bodies of the American soldiers. Countless blood slowly flowed out of the blood holes, and the two American soldiers fell helplessly on the snow.
Wu Qianli glanced at the corpses of the two American soldiers with some sympathy, sighed, and then focused on Smith's figure.
"The sharpshooters of the reconnaissance platoon, whoever is sure to hit Smith in the leg, will shoot immediately. The supreme commander of the US military's Eastern Front must be captured alive!"
Wu Qianli saw that Smith, who seemed to have stimulated his potential, seemed to be getting faster again, and immediately frowned and shouted.
"Company commander, which one is Smith?"
A sharpshooter from the reconnaissance platoon was slightly startled and asked awkwardly.
"The one with the general's heart on the shoulder of the military uniform is Smith!"
Wu Qianli shouted while slowly pointing the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the running figure.
Smith, who knew a little bit of Chinese, heard Wu Qianli's loud voice and immediately took off his general uniform in panic and threw it on the ground.
"The one with a blood stain on the right buttock of his military trousers is Smith!"
As another loud voice sounded from Wu Qianli, Smith took off his general pants with great difficulty while running, and almost stumbled and fell to the snow.
And in order not to look too special, he asked other soldiers to take off their clothes with him.
For a moment, the shirtless American troops continued to run under the ice and snow. The scene was not very pretty.
"The one who doesn't have any scars on his thigh is Smith."
Hearing the familiar voice, Smith subconsciously took out his saber and pointed it at his thigh, wanting to change it, but the moment he was about to take action, he was suddenly stunned.
"Shit!"
Smith, who felt that he was being played, was extremely angry at the moment. If his troops were not weak now, he would have wanted to go back and fight Wu Qianli.
"boom--"
Accompanied by a crisp gunshot, the bullets in Pinghe's sniper rifle came out.
However, just as he was about to hit Smith's leg, an American soldier happened to block the trajectory of the bullet.
"puff--"
The bullet instantly penetrated the flesh and blood of the American soldier's body, but it also missed Smith's leg with some deviation.
"Damn it!"
He was about to succeed, but in this situation, Pinghe, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but curse his mother angrily at this moment.
"boom--"
"boom--"
Next, Pinghe and several sharpshooters fired one after another, all hoping that they could shoot into the soul and leave Smith injured.
But in the process of movement, how can the bullet be so accurate, especially in such a dark environment, even aiming is extremely difficult.
"Blow grenades and rockets on both sides of them. Be careful not to kill the big fish."
Seeing this situation, Wu Qianli frowned slightly and gave the order decisively.
Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong and Lei Gong each picked up bazookas and shot them on both sides of the US military. Other soldiers also took out grenades and threw them on both sides of the US military.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The continuous explosions, with the pungent smell of gunpowder, stimulated Smith's nerves, but he was somewhat puzzled to find that all these bombings were deflected without exception.
"Da da da--"
"Da da da--"
Taking advantage of the light of the explosion, Wu Qianli keenly discovered Smith's position and immediately shot him out with two machine gun bursts.
The heavy machine gun bullets quickly penetrated the bodies of the two American soldiers, but still failed to hit Smith.
Wu Qianli was not discouraged and fired two more bullets. One of the bullets luckily hit Smith's butt.
"Fuck you!"
Smith, who was running, felt as if the muscles in his buttocks were torn apart instantly, and he was about to fall forward under the severe pain.
An American soldier immediately put him on his back and continued running forward, but the speed still slowed down, and the distance to the 7th Interleaving Company gradually became closer.
"No, brother, they are getting on the bus!"
Wu Wanli followed and chased forward for a while, and suddenly discovered that Smith's target was a parked American personnel carrier.
It turned out that the cautious Smith had already thought of the worst-case scenario. At this moment, the dozen or so surviving American soldiers saw the hope of survival, and the pace accelerated.
In the cab of the personnel carrier, an American soldier was looking nervously at the rearview mirror and started the car engine. The buzzing roar was piercing in the dark night.
"Get in the car! (Get in the car quickly!)"
At Smith's urging, the US troops who arrived at the location pushed him closest to the car, touching his wound on the way, causing him to hiss and gasp.
Smith got into the rear cabin of the personnel carrier, gritted his teeth and knocked hard on the iron sheet on the frame.
The American soldiers in the cab instantly understood that they would press on the accelerator and rush out from the back door, completely ignoring the American soldiers who had not yet gotten into the car.
Wu Qianli, who was rushing to the front, secretly screamed that something was wrong. He immediately gritted his teeth and sped up and sprinted forward.
The initial speed of the US military personnel carrier was not very fast, and the distance between Wu Qianli and the personnel carrier was already very close.
After accelerating, Wu Qianli's powerful right hand struggled forward and grabbed the iron guardrail of the rear cabin of the US military personnel carrier. The strong force made the entire guardrail shake slightly.
However, at this moment, the muzzle of a Garand rifle quietly stretched out from the rear cabin of the personnel carrier, aiming it squarely at Wu Qianli's head.
(End of chapter)
