"Da da da da da da..."
Wu Qianli aimed coldly at the US military figure shaking in front of him and swept past it with two shuttles.
The flying bullets were like sharp swords, penetrating the boundless snow and the bodies of American soldiers.
Many American troops who were halfway escaping staggered and fell to the ground under the impact of bullets, then lay in a pool of blood and never got up again.
McClain, who was pretending to be dead on the snow, swallowed secretly, looking a little unnatural.
The rapid sound of submachine guns stimulated his fragile heart. At this time, the distance between him and Wu Qianli was less than ten meters.
What's even more deadly is that the heat waves from the blazing flames hit his face, causing him to break out into a thin layer of sweat.
Under the flickering firelight, the sweat drops from a "corpse" lying on the ground were so crystal clear and eye-catching.
"Oh, I gotta calm down right now, he won't find me, no. (Oh, I gotta calm down right now, he won't find me, no.)"
McClain kept comforting himself in his heart, and at the same time prayed to Jesus and God to bless him and make it through safely.
In fact, next to him, a Colt pistol was lying there quietly, shining with a faint black iron light.
But McClain only dared to close his eyes tightly at this time, and did not dare to have any thoughts of killing Wu Qianli.
After all, he was surrounded by soldiers from the assault platoon. Even if he succeeded in the sneak attack, he would not be able to escape death.
"Collect the regimental flag of the American devils from me, and go forward with all your strength. Their big fish must not have gone far!"
Wu Qianli frowned slightly and gave instructions to the soldiers of the assault platoon.
Although the overall outcome of this battle has been decided at this moment, he is still a little troubled.
If McClane, the leader of the polar bear group, cannot be killed, his mission will be considered a failure.
And on a night when the stars and moon are dim, it is not easy to find someone while chasing the chaotic US military.
Wu Qianli frowned and thought as he walked forward with a Thompson submachine gun.
His thick cowhide boots made a faint sound on the shell casings on the snow, and the sound got closer and closer to McClain.
At this moment, McClain's heart was becoming more and more nervous. His life or death could only be decided in these few seconds.
At this moment, listening to the volunteers' shouts of killing and gunshots gradually fading away, McClain gradually had a bold idea in his mind.
"This person should be the commander of the Volunteer Army. (This person should be the commander of the Volunteer Army.)"
"If you kill him, you can have an explanation when you go back (If you can kill him, you can at least have an explanation when you go back.)"
McClain thought about it, then made up his mind and gritted his teeth and made a decision.
After all, if the elite polar bear group is buried here and he has not made any achievements, he may not be able to survive even if he goes back.
What's more, his grandmother in Texas is still waiting for him to go back to eat turkey for Christmas and reunite the family.
Thinking of this, McClain opened his eyes slightly and roughly observed the specific location of the pistol.
Although the hair on the left side of his hair was close to the cold snow at this time, it should be very cold.
But due to excessive stress, his messy tawny hair was still wet, and the frozen yellow hair clumped together and turned into ice bars.
"It's time, may Jesus bless, let me kill this damn volunteer army! (It's time, may Jesus bless, let me kill this damn volunteer army!)"
While McClain was muttering in his mind, Wu Qianli had already arrived, only two steps away from him.
With his slightly opened eyes, he could even observe the cracks on Wu Qianli's leather boots, and infinite madness suddenly surged in his heart.
"Go to hell! (Go to hell!)"
McClain roared and quickly grabbed the Colt pistol with his right hand, and his whole body suddenly burst into flames.
But Wu Qianli didn't panic at all. Instead, he snorted coldly and looked at McClain as if he were laughing.
Just now, he keenly observed the white steam coming out of McClain's nostrils and had already guessed that something was wrong with him.
Seeing Wu Qianli's calm performance, McClain felt panic in his heart.
But now that the arrow was on the string, he had no other choice and aimed the gun at Wu Qianli as quickly as possible.
But at this moment, Wu Qianli's iron-like hands instantly grabbed his arm and lifted it up suddenly.
"boom!"
The muzzle of the gun flashed past, but the bullet flew into the eternal darkness without damaging Wu Qianli's body at all.
McClain's eyes widened, unable to believe that Wu Qianli could have such speed and strength.
Unwilling to be reconciled, he immediately pushed the elbow of his other hand hard against Wu Qianli's chest, hoping to distance himself and continue shooting.
However, at this moment, Wu Qianli instantly twisted the arm he grabbed in the opposite direction.
"Hey——"
There was a crisp sound of broken bones, McClain's fingers stretched out in pain, and the pistol fell to the snow.
"ah--"
At this moment, McClain felt huge pain hitting the nerves in his brain.
He had to open his mouth wide, sucking in the cold air like a ventilator, and moaning in pain from time to time.
"Compared to those American ghosts who escaped, I admire you very much."
"But I'm sorry, you have lost, Captain McClain."
Wu Qianli said with a chuckle. At the same time, he raised the Thompson submachine gun with his other hand and pressed the cold muzzle against McClain's head.
However, Wu Qianli's normal smile seemed to McClain like a devilish smile like Satan.
At this moment, McClain was very regretful. He never thought that in his eyes, a group of Chinese farmers with sallow faces could arm such an elite force.
"Oh please, sir, leave me alone, I don't want to die. (Oh, please, sir, leave me alone, I don't want to die.)"
Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, McClain begged Wu Qianli for mercy in an almost pleading tone.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. You are still useful to me."
As Wu Qianli spoke, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed McClain's collar with his right hand, lifted it up, and carried it onto his right shoulder.
The leader of the polar bear regiment was carried on the battlefield by Wu Qianli in such a humiliating manner.
It wasn't until Wu Qianli found a jeep not far away that he threw him heavily onto the passenger seat and pressed the muzzle of his gun against his chin.
"Brother, this is the polar bear regiment's flag. I've got it."
At this moment, Wu Wanli ran over and said with his right hand, grabbing the half-broken flagpole. The regiment flag on the flagpole was still flying.
As Wu Wanli jumped into the back seat of the jeep with the regimental flag, McClain seemed to realize what they were going to do, and a huge sense of humiliation swept over him.
"Your commander has been captured alive, lay down your weapons, surrender your guns and not kill! (Your commander has been captured alive, lay down your weapons, surrender your guns and not kill!)"
Wu Qianli roared loudly while driving an old-fashioned American Jeep.
At the same time, Wu Wanli, who was sitting in the back, held the regiment flag in one hand and used a submachine gun to shoot at the American troops who wanted to turn around and resist.
The other soldiers of the assault platoon also used Wu Qianli as a sharp knife and followed closely. Except for the American soldiers who put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy, they all were shot and killed.
When McClain saw this scene, his blood immediately surged and he fainted.
If the originally defeated Polar Bear Regiment, under the organization of each battalion commander, might still be able to gather the remnant soldiers, retain its organization and return to the original US military station.
Now that Wu Qianli had done this, the entire polar bear regiment, except for the broken troops scattered far away, was either killed or surrendered directly.
After all, even their own commander was captured, so what did they have to hold on to?
After experiencing the previous rout and this battle, the American soldiers no longer had the courage to even flee back and continue fighting with the volunteers.
Simply surrender in advance and end your painful journey.
"I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me, I've had enough! (I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me, I've had enough!)"
An American soldier fell to his knees and shouted with tears streaming down his face.
Many other US troops were in a similar situation, and the soldiers of the assault platoon jumped directly past them and continued the pursuit.
However, some veterans just raised their hands and remained silent, looking ahead with numb eyes.
They pursued and fought like this for a long time, until the sky started to get a little dim, and all the soldiers in the assault platoon were flushed and sweating profusely.
Even if their physical fitness is extremely strong, they are still exhausted after high-intensity fighting and almost a night of pursuit.
And by this time, there were only sporadic gunshots from the US military and bursts of fire from assault platoon soldiers, and it was basically coming to an end.
"Stop the pursuit, gather the troops and go back!"
Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, the cautious Wu Qianli simply ordered a retreat.
In the absence of air superiority, during the day, U.S. military planes bombarded volunteer ground troops without restraint.
"boom--"
However, at this moment, a stray bullet leaped over and hit McClain's chest. The slowly flowing blood dyed the car's iron sheet red.
Wu Qianli turned to look at the unfortunate guy, but his expression didn't change at all. Instead, he felt that he didn't have to do it himself, which was a relief.
In the pursuit throughout the night, Wu Qianli and the assault platoon soldiers killed hundreds of American troops, most of them by shooting at the backs of the American troops.
In addition to the fleeing American soldiers, they also left nearly 200 prisoners behind.
In this battle, the battle loss ratio between them and the US military has reached an astonishing one to dozens.
Just as Wu Qianli and others were pressing the prisoners back, Yu Congrong and Lei Gong also worked together to achieve a brilliant victory.
There was originally a battalion of US troops in the US military command post.
When they were halfway through the search, they suddenly heard the roar of artillery shells in the air and hurriedly searched for the location of the air raid shelter.
However, after the US military evaded for a while, they discovered that the shells were not aimed at them.
At this time, Battalion Commander Peter climbed to the commanding heights to observe what was going on outside, and immediately panicked and led people to step out to rescue the friendly forces.
However, while they were wasting their time, the main force of the Polar Bear Regiment outside had been defeated by the 7th Interleaved Company, and they were chased by Wu Qianli and others and fled quickly.
At this time, Lei Gong's artillery platoon also aimed its howitzers at their position, and violent explosions occurred again in the US military command post.
The serial explosion of countless artillery shells caused all the courtyard walls to collapse, and houses fell down in the flames instantly.
Smoke, dust and firelight mixed together, combined with the wails of American soldiers, to create a new purgatory on earth.
Although Peter and a small number of American soldiers rushed out of the compound at the risk of death, what awaited them was not new students.
Yu Congrong and the men in the fire platoon had already set up their machine guns and fired at the American figures who rushed out.
No American troops could survive the firepower of dozens of machine guns, and they fell to the snow one after another, becoming just another skeleton.
Under such firepower, no more US troops rushed out of the command post in just over half an hour.
And Lei Gong fired all the howitzer shells, and the thick howitzer barrel had turned extremely red.
"Damn, it's such a pity. I can't even move away the American heavy artillery, otherwise I would definitely protect them as my treasures."
After the bombardment, Lei Gong stroked the steel running tube of the howitzer and couldn't help but sigh.
Although he couldn't take these howitzers with him, he was satisfied with being able to shoot them all at once.
"Let's go and have a look at the command post. I don't believe that there are still American devils alive like this."
As Lei Gong said this, he led the soldiers of the artillery platoon towards the ruins of the command post.
When they arrived at the location, the fire platoon members had already gone in to search, but there was no sound of re-firing.
The thick smell of blood and gunpowder smoke irritated Yu Congrong's nasal cavity. He could not even find a complete building, let alone an American soldier.
"Don't talk about the damn American devils. Even if the gods come, I'm afraid I won't survive."
Yu Congrong looked at the pieces of minced meat on the ground and felt disgusted. The cruelty even made him, an old soldier, retch twice.
At this time, Wu Qianli and others in the distance also came back with the American prisoners.
The dark figure of the American prisoner really made Yu Congrong and Lei Gong widen their eyes.
"Be careful, even if we let out hundreds of pigs, we won't be able to catch them all in one night."
Yu Congrong swallowed, looked at the number of US military prisoners, and sighed in his heart.
However, it would be a good thing if so many American prisoners were on the front line, but now they have become a hot potato for the 7th Interpenetrating Company.
"Company Commander, what are we going to do with these American prisoners?"
When Wu Qianli approached, Yu Congrong couldn't help but asked worriedly.
"Except for the battalion commander and above, all other US troops were tied up and thrown into the original command post, leaving them to fend for themselves."
Wu Qianli looked at these dull-eyed American soldiers without any mercy.
After all, historically, the U.S. military used germ warfare tactics during the Korean War, killing countless volunteers.
Yu Congrong looked at the burning US military command post, with a lot of black smoke inside, and nodded immediately.
"Ding - Congratulations to the host for completing the task of wielding the sword, killing the general and capturing the flag!"
"Get the mission reward: God-level rapid march bonus experience card. After using it, you can quickly rush to the vicinity of Xiajieyuli Airport at an amazing speed!"
"Congratulations to the host. While defeating the polar bear group, the battle damage ratio to the US military exceeded 1 to 30. An achievement has been achieved - unstoppable."
"Get an extra reward from the system: a 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft gun, and when used by the host himself, the bullets will gain a 50% speed bonus!"
"The 20 mm quadruple anti-aircraft gun has been automatically stored in the system warehouse for the host and can be retrieved and used by the host at any time."
When the system's cold notification sounded in his mind, Wu Qianli couldn't help but feel happy.
Whether it's a god-level rapid march speed bonus or small anti-aircraft artillery fire, they are all treasures that can greatly assist the battlefield.
“Near Xiajieyuli Airport…”
Wu Qianli murmured these words, feeling that the system was pointing him to a strategic goal, and fell into deep thought.
At this time, the buzzing sound of aircraft motors in the distant sky gradually became clearer.
Two US military F-51D "Mustang" fighter jets are rapidly approaching the position of the 7th Interleaving Company.
(End of chapter)
