"Da da da da da da da da da da..."
The muzzle of the submachine gun in Wu Qianli's hand kept flashing with flames, and the thrown shells quickly hit both sides.
"boom!"
This time, the flying bullets directly hit the shells stored in the tank, and the sound of the explosion suddenly resounded through the sky.
Many U.S. troops who had not yet reacted to avoid the attack were also affected and became burial objects of steel wreckage.
The few surviving American soldiers opened their mouths to ask for help, but they spit out a large mouthful of blood. Their internal organs had already been cut and torn by shrapnel.
When the U.S. soldiers were stunned again, the soldiers of the assault platoon immediately bit off the tabs of the grenades and threw them toward the dense gathering of U.S. soldiers behind the tank.
When the smoking black dots fell at the feet of the American troops, they realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, but it was too late.
"Bang!"
With the continuous sound of grenades, another twenty American soldiers fell heavily on the snow, no longer conscious.
"Go to me and kill them!"
Wu Qianli roared and issued military orders while quickly running to the other side.
Sure enough, not long after Wu Qianli moved, the place where he was was hit by intensive artillery fire attacks and bullet fire nets from the US military.
After a while, the white snow was instantly burnt to black.
Wu Qianli, who was hiding in the darkness, gritted his teeth and rubbed his arms, then quickly loaded the magazine for his submachine gun.
The two guns fired wildly like that just now. Although the firepower was rapid, it also made his arms and chest feel numb and even slightly red and swollen.
While Wu Qianli was reloading, the American soldiers continued to fire into the darkness ahead.
They wanted to rely on blanket firepower to kill the devil Wu Qianli.
Some people were shouting and roaring loudly while shooting.
In fact, the brains of these US troops have been blank for a long time, and they just want to use this method to relieve their inner panic.
"Da da da……"
With several bursts of fire, the US military noncommissioned officer next to McClain was shot in the chest.
The impact of the bullet caused his heart to stop. He only had time to twitch a few times before he fell heavily to the ground, tilted his head, and died.
It was all chaos, all chaos. The Sherman tank, which had an absolute advantage, was easily destroyed by the volunteers.
This polar bear regiment, known as the elite ace of the US military, was also beaten into this horrible state.
McClain thought about Wu Qianli, who just seemed to be possessed by the god of death.
He looked at the approaching assault platoon soldiers again, and couldn't help but have a negative thought in his heart.
"These volunteers are invincible, and the only fate left behind is to be massacred."
When this idea came to McClain's mind, he was instantly shocked.
If even the commander himself has doubts, can the American soldiers below still persevere?
"Calm down, all of you, and leave that demon alone! (Leave that demon alone for now, calm down all of you!)"
McClain shook his head vigorously to get rid of the negativity and irritability, while loudly reminding the American soldiers.
Hearing the familiar voice of their superiors, these American soldiers realized that they were just wasting ammunition in a meaningless manner.
After all, it was dark in front of him, and there was no trace of the God of Killing at all.
However, just when they calmed down, the gunfire of the assault platoon soldiers rang out again.
And this time, there was only a few dozen meters away from their position.
A close-quarters fight with red bayonets seemed to be just around the corner.
"Concentrate on fire, those volunteers who rushed up, we still have hope of victory! (Concentrate on fire, those volunteers who rushed up, we still have hope of victory!)"
While boosting morale, McClain thrust his hands into the snowdrifts underground.
This cold and biting feeling made my mind clearer.
He doesn't dare to bring the volunteers any closer. If he really wants to engage in hand-to-hand combat, the US military will show you what instant collapse is.
As long as those volunteer soldiers are suppressed in place, a large amount of their vitality will be consumed.
The fluttering regimental flags and the American troops holding their positions will inevitably attract more broken troops to gather, so that they can have hope of winning.
The American soldiers who received the military order barely calmed down and used all their firepower to block the advance of the assault platoon soldiers.
"Go to hell, you fucking volunteers! (Go to hell, you fucking volunteers!)"
A U.S. soldier grabbed a Browning machine gun mounted on a personnel carrier and fired at the rushing assault platoon soldiers.
Next to him, there was an American soldier sorting out the shaking bullet chain, ready to take over the machine gunner's position at any time.
Under the extremely strong firepower of indiscriminate fire, an assault platoon soldier was severely hit by bullets in the brain during the charge.
Splattered blood mist and brain matter burst out, falling forever on the charging road.
Countless bullets seemed to weave into a huge fire net, stopping the charging pace of the assault platoon soldiers.
At this time, the thick barrel of the US tank was also slowly turning, preparing to aim at the assault platoon soldiers who were pinned in place and deliver a fatal blow.
"His grandma's American devil, do you think you're great just because you have a machine gun? I'll let you run wild!"
Wu Wanli instantly bit open the tabs of two anti-infantry grenades, waited for a few seconds, and threw them fiercely into the distance.
When the smoking black dot hit the U.S. military, some U.S. military veterans were already prepared and planned to throw it back in an instant.
However, when the anti-infantry grenade was still in mid-air, just level with the head of the American soldier, brilliant sparks instantly bloomed.
"boom!"
An anti-infantry grenade killed several nearby US soldiers with the largest killing radius.
Another grenade was thrown at the front of the personnel carrier, shredding the Browning machine gun and the US machine gunner at the same time.
At this time, the US military deputy machine gunner, who was sorting the ammunition box with his head down, looked up.
At this moment, he saw his companion whose head was filled with shrapnel. His eyes immediately widened and his heart was filled with fear.
"Fight or not, we can't beat them anyway! (If we don't fight, we can't beat them anyway!)"
The American soldier shouted desperately, jumped off the personnel carrier, and ran wildly toward the rear.
"boom!"
The dullest gunshot sounded, and the American soldier who had been running quickly fell down in the snow.
At this moment, there was a hint of madness on McClain's cold face, and a wisp of white smoke gradually dissipated from the muzzle of the pistol in his hand.
"Hold your ground, stop these volunteers, and those who dare to escape will be killed! (Hold your ground, stop these volunteers, and those who dare to escape will be killed!)"
McClain roared almost crazily, staring angrily at the rushing volunteers.
At this time, he no longer cared about his political future. If he did not shoot the deserters, the US military would inevitably follow suit and no longer have the courage to resist.
This means that the entire elite polar bear regiment was defeated by the volunteers in one day in his hands.
Even if he is lucky enough not to be killed by the volunteers, he will be shot dead by his angry boss.
Under such suppression, the U.S. soldiers finally managed to stabilize their military formation and did not continue to flee for the time being.
"You can't tell. These American devils are quite strong-willed. Then I will fulfill your dream of being a hero."
At this time, Wu Qianli had already changed the ammunition for four Thompson submachine guns, two on his chest and two on his back.
However, at this time, the US soldiers were struggling to deal with the charging assault platoon soldiers, and did not even notice that the murderous god came again.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
The violent sound of the submachine gun rang out again, the bullets flew out quickly, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder, and the huge recoil of the shooting kept hitting Wu Qianli's chest.
"boom!"
Another US tank exploded instantly, and its majestic and thick armor instantly became blackened and shriveled.
Even the barrel of the cannon that was about to fire the shell was bent and deformed, leaving half of the coke tube still burning.
The raging fire suddenly spread across the entire steel wreckage, and also swallowed up the nearby American troops.
"vomit--"
A U.S. military signal soldier smelled the mixed stench of burned corpses and gasoline in the air and instantly vomited out the canned lunch meat he had eaten in the morning.
“Stay away from the tanks in front of you, and look for a bunker to shoot again! (Stay away from the tanks in front of you, and look for a bunker to shoot again!)”
McClain was choked and coughed repeatedly, and quickly asked the soldiers to move the bunker position.
He looked at the U.S. tank that turned into burning wreckage with almost despair and remained silent.
He really couldn't figure out why the tank's thick steel armor turned into crispy skin at this moment.
However, judging from the current situation, these tanks can no longer be used as life-saving bunkers, but will instead devour bomb piles that harvest the lives of US soldiers.
Many American soldiers in the Polar Bear Regiment are also veterans, and of course they are aware of this.
But when they retreated slowly, the assault platoon soldiers kept firing at them with their guns.
Countless bullets with murderous intent came at them, forcing them helplessly back to where they were.
Only a small number of US troops escorted McClain, and he was very lucky to find a shelter under a huge rock.
Before McClain left, he didn't even dare to take away the flying polar bear flag, for fear of attracting the attention of the volunteers and being surrounded and annihilated.
"Sir, just on the way, General Barr sent us a telegram asking about our situation... (Sir, just on the way, General Barr sent us a telegram asking about our situation, but there has been no reply...)"
The signal soldier who had just vomited and endured the pain in his throat due to stomach acid surged, reminded McClain.
McClain looked at the U.S. military signal soldier with some dejection and saw his hesitant expression. He obviously didn't know how to reply now.
"General Barr telegraphed that the highest command post on the eastern front of our army had fallen, and General Smith was missing... (Telegraphed to General Barr, saying that the highest command post on the eastern front of our army had fallen, and General Smith was missing...) "
McClain said in a dull tone while licking his chapped lips.
But at this time, he was almost comforting and said to himself, how did the 1st U.S. Marine Corps defeat, and what did he mean?
“When our army arrived, it was ambushed by volunteers and suffered heavy losses under artillery bombardment. (Our army was ambushed by volunteers on the way and suffered heavy losses under artillery bombardment.)”
"Our army rose up to resist, and after all, it was outnumbered. (Our army rose up to resist, but after all, it was outnumbered.)"
When McClain mentioned being outnumbered, he suddenly swallowed with guilt.
The communications soldier held the somewhat incomplete radio and probably understood what his boss meant.
"How many people did the enemy report? (How many people did the enemy report?)"
"There is a whole division. (That is to say, there is a whole division!)"
McClane reported the number without blushing, and the signal soldier had no choice but to do so.
Although the battle report can be used to deceive the boss, the current situation on the battlefield, which is close to collapse, cannot be deceived.
"boom!"
Another US tank exploded, hitting the hearts of US soldiers like a heavy hammer.
At this time, many American infantrymen had gradually begun to think of surrendering or taking the opportunity to escape.
At this moment, in the only remaining US tank, several US tank soldiers inside also exchanged glances with each other.
The tanks accompanying them exploded one after another, and they obviously did not dare to stay any longer.
As a result, it didn't take long for the top cover of the American Sherman tank to be slowly opened, and several American soldiers flipped it out like they were running for their lives.
When other U.S. soldiers saw these people escaping, instead of criticizing them, they used their submachine guns to cover them as they came down.
But at this time, some American tank soldiers who had just climbed out of the tank had not had time to jump off the tank. Two small black dots with white smoke were thrown into the sky above them.
"boom!"
With the explosion of the grenade, a pool of blood instantly dyed the upper armor of the US Army Sherman tank red.
A U.S. tank soldier who had just jumped out of the tank but had not yet landed was cut off by shrapnel and the main artery in his throat. His body fell weakly and hit the snow.
At this time, Wu Qianli, who had run out of bullets, threw the submachine gun in his hand to the ground.
Then he immediately took out the prepared Thomson on his back and fired at the only remaining tank of the US military.
The submachine gun bullets that escaped from the gun ruthlessly tore through the tank's outer armor and detonated the last tank.
Under the pressure of all tanks falling, the energy of American soldiers was exhausted.
The only remaining U.S. military veterans are fighting back with the last shred of reason in their minds.
After all, they knew that retreating in a panic and leaving their backs to the volunteers would only make them die faster.
McClain, who was hiding behind the boulder, could see the firelight of the tank wreckage in his eyes.
“Take the league flag and retreat immediately! (Take our league flag and retreat immediately!)”
McClain sighed dejectedly as he spoke.
At this moment, he also knew in his heart that he would be lucky to be able to retain part of his troops and retreat at this time.
After beating all the tanks, Wu Qianli still had time left for his bonus of hitting every shot, so he looked at the polar bear flagpole.
"Bahhhh..."
As Wu Qianli fired several bursts of bullets, the flagpole of the flying polar bear flag creaked and slowly fell down.
It was like the straw that broke the camel's back. Seeing the regimental flag fall, the last trace of illusion in the hearts of the American soldiers was shattered.
All American soldiers completely gave up counterattack and resistance, and dispersed crazily towards the rear.
“These damn volunteers, when I find the opportunity, I will definitely poke their bones and raise their ashes! (These damn volunteers, when I find the opportunity, I will definitely poke their bones and raise their ashes!)”
Seeing the polar bear flag fall, McClain's eyes welled up with tears, but he could only run back in embarrassment with hatred.
"Let me outflank it quickly, don't let the American devil's big fish get away!"
Wu Qianli shouted and reminded, while holding the submachine gun in his hand, he went in a circuitous way in the direction of the boulder.
Hearing the screams of killing getting closer and closer behind him, McClain gritted his teeth knowing that it was too late, and simply lay on the ground, pretending to be a dead body.
The assault platoon soldiers who were busy chasing the US military seemed to have no time to make up for the damage. They passed McClain one by one and were about to miss him.
At this moment, Wu Qianli, who was holding a submachine gun, happened to be in front of the boulder.
McClain's heart was pounding nervously, and a huge panic swept over him. He had to force himself to hold his breath.
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