"The American plane is approaching, take cover quickly and retreat toward the mountain!"
Wu Qianli was the first to hear the roar of the plane's motor and quickly ordered a retreat.
However, at this time, the eyes of a large number of US military prisoners lit up, but the expressions on their faces were different.
Several black soldiers looked at each other, and all of them thought of taking the opportunity to escape.
"This is a good opportunity. If we don't run, I'm afraid we won't know how we will be treated. (Brother, this is a good opportunity. If we don't run, I'm afraid we won't know how we will be treated.) )"
The black soldier Jack looked at the approaching small black dot in the distant sky and whispered to his companions.
The other two black American soldiers also nodded slightly and looked at the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company behind them.
For them, it is better to become a straggler than to be prisoners of the volunteer army.
In this way, we can rob Korean villages and insult their women. Why follow the volunteers to eat cornbread.
Anyway, as long as they have enough fun and are happy, whether they surrender to the volunteers or return to the US military, they can save their lives.
With this thought in mind, several American soldiers' eyes wandered unconsciously to the side of the team, waiting for opportunities at any time.
"Don't those American devils over there not want to live? Hurry and get into the woods!"
Yu Congrong observed the strange movements of these American soldiers, and quickly held the submachine gun in his hand, cursing as he hurried over.
"We've been spotted, run away! (We've been spotted, run away!)"
Jack, an American soldier, could not understand Yu Congrong's words. When he saw him chasing after him with murderous intent, he thought he was going to shoot him, so he quickly rubbed oil on his feet and ran away.
Upon seeing this, several other black American soldier companions ran to the other side before Yu Congrong arrived.
"No, stop them quickly, don't let them escape!"
Wu Qianli reminded the soldiers of the 7th interleaved company and chased after them.
After all, panic will spread quickly. If these American soldiers escape, after the opening is completed, other American soldiers will also flee.
After these 200 defeated troops fled back to the US military station and were reorganized, they became another force that could kill and injure the volunteers in large numbers.
"Bah, where else are you niggas going?"
At this time, Lei Gong, who was closest, took the lead in taking action while cursing.
"puff--"
Lei Gong took out the military thorn from his waist and plunged it into the chest of an escaping American soldier.
"ah!"
The American soldier only had time to scream, then he covered the blood hole gushing from his chest and fell straight to the snow.
The other soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company also reacted and took out their bayonets, aiming at the escaping American soldiers and stabbing them.
In a short period of time, the US military's escape momentum was contained, and the position of the 7th Interpenetrating Company was not prematurely exposed.
But as the corpses of American soldiers fell one after another, the strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of the American prisoners.
"Oh god, they're going to kill us, these nasty demons! (Oh, God, these volunteers want to kill us, these nasty demons!)"
A US military non-commissioned officer shouted angrily with his neck red.
He just didn't want to fight anymore in exchange for stability, but he didn't expect that the volunteers would still be cruel to them.
"Guys, let's fight them, anyway, both sides and sides are dead! (Guys, let's fight them, anyway, both sides and sides are dead!)"
Many American prisoners who did not know the truth were incited and rushed towards the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company beside them.
The two American soldiers quickly rushed towards the nearest Wu Wanli, but were kicked hard by Wu Wanli and fell to the snow.
"You still want to kill me? Die!"
Wu Wanli looked at the American soldier lying on the snow, holding his stomach and rolling in pain. He raised the butt of the submachine gun in his hand high and wanted to smash it down.
However, at this time, a strong white soldier quietly came around behind him.
And he gritted his teeth and grabbed the butt of the submachine gun in Wu Wanli's hand, strangled Wu Wanli's neck, and pulled hard back.
"elder brother--"
The gun butt squeezed the trachea of Wu Wanli's neck tightly. He was suffocated and his face turned red all of a sudden. A suffocating dizziness slowly came over him.
Wu Wanli desperately hit the American soldier on the back with his elbow, but the American soldier refused to let go.
However, at this time, an American soldier who was kicked to the ground struggled to get up, took out the military spur from his waist, and stabbed him hard in the stomach.
Seeing that the bayonet was about to penetrate Wu Wanli's belly, the face of the American soldier holding the bayonet could not help but reveal the joy of revenge.
"ah!"
However, accompanied by a wailing sound, the American soldier fell onto the snow again, feeling an almost numbing pain on his left side of the waist.
It turned out that Wu Qianli arrived in time and saved Wu Wanli with a flying kick.
Seeing this, the U.S. military who was restraining Wu Wanli knew something was wrong. He quickly pushed Wu Wanli to the ground, grabbed the submachine gun, raised the muzzle and pointed it at Wu Qianli's body.
"not good!"
At this time, Wu Qianli was only a few meters away from the US military, but the speed of the gun was definitely faster than others.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
Sure enough, a flurry of bullets spurted out instantly, and the flickering gun flames reflected the ferocious and twisted faces of the American soldiers.
However, at this time, Wu Qianli had already pounced on the snow ahead, approaching the position of the American soldiers in an almost gliding manner.
"Fuck you!"
Seeing that the bullets were empty, the American soldiers lowered their guns in anger and wanted to completely beat Wu Qianli into a sieve.
However, Wu Qianli had already approached the American soldier, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him back hard.
"Shit!"
Under the huge pulling force, the American soldier's center of gravity was unstable, and he immediately fell on his back, and the back of his head hit the snow hard.
"Die to me!"
Wu Qianli snatched the submachine gun from the American soldier and hit him on the head with the butt of the gun.
For a moment, a bright red mist of blood spurted out. The American soldier felt a buzzing in his ears, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Just when Wu Qianli stood up, another American soldier picked up the bayonet on the ground and stabbed Wu Qianli's lower body with a vicious stabbing method that would kill off his descendants.
"Da da da……"
Wu Qianli aimed with a cold face and fired a single shot at the lower body of the American soldier. The American soldier immediately covered his lower body and rolled on the ground wailing.
It's not that Wu Qianli, like the US military, is viciously seeking revenge on anyone.
If you just raise the muzzle of the gun and shoot, the bullets with huge penetrating potential can easily accidentally injure other comrades.
"Are you okay, Wanli, can you still fight?"
Wu Qianli picked up the military thorn on the ground and handed it to Wu Wanli, who was slightly in pain.
"Don't worry, brother, I can still fight. These American devils will never survive."
Wu Wanli grabbed the snow on the ground and wiped it on his face. The cold and stinging feeling made him wake up instantly.
Full of anger and hatred, Wu Wanli took a bayonet and rushed towards the resisting American troops.
But soon, all the American soldiers who dared to resist were slaughtered, and more American soldiers fled in the direction of the plane, hoping to be covered by anti-aircraft firepower.
"Oh man, did you hear gunshots? Maybe the fight isn't over yet. (Oh man, did you hear gunshots? Maybe the fight isn't over yet.)"
The young American pilot on a Mustang fighter jet frowned and asked, pulling the joystick and flying in the direction of the gunfire.
"It seems that the polar bear regiment and the command post have been wiped out by this volunteer army, we have to be careful. (It seems that the polar bear regiment and the command post have been wiped out by this volunteer army, we have to be careful.)"
An old US military pilot with a full beard frowned and said worriedly.
After all, he had never seen such a tragic scene on the front line. The burning steel wreckage burned the nearby U.S. troops to ashes.
Huge black craters caused by the explosion of artillery shells are everywhere, and they can be clearly seen even when flying high in the sky.
As for their highest command post on the eastern front, not even a complete building could be found, only some ruins left.
"Don't worry, man, no matter how powerful the land troops of the Volunteer Army are, they can rarely threaten our Air Force (Don't worry, man, no matter how powerful the land troops of the Volunteer Army are, they can rarely threaten our Air Force) .)"
The young US military pilot smiled nonchalantly. In his eyes, the volunteer land forces were just a bunch of rats waiting to be slaughtered.
“Buzz buzz buzz buzz—”
As the roar of the aircraft motor gradually approached, the US military's "Mustang" fighter jet made a beautiful spin in the sky, then turned and rushed in the direction of Wu Qianli and others.
Their target just now was the US military command post, so they were a little off from the seventh interleaving company, but this did not prevent them from approaching quickly now.
"The 7th interleaving company listens to the order, all retreat, stop the pursuit, and kill them with bullets!"
While shouting, Wu Qianli raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired wildly at the backs of the American soldiers.
In fact, if all the American soldiers rebelled and fought in close combat, there would be a glimmer of hope.
But now they took the initiative to escape backwards, widening the distance from the 7th Interleaving Company. Without having to worry about accidentally injuring friendly forces, the firepower harvesting was able to be used at full capacity.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da..."
The soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company retreated while pouring bullets at the American soldiers. The gushing tongues of fire cut down the American soldiers like wheat.
Although large numbers of U.S. troops were annihilated, the sound of gunfire and flashes of bullets also completely exposed the position of the 7th Interpenetrating Company.
"Oh, they're so arrogant, let's give them some color. (Oh, they're so arrogant, let's give them some color.)"
Looking at the massacred American comrades below, the younger American pilot couldn't restrain himself. He yanked the control stick with anger in his heart, and the "Mustang" fighter jet dived down rapidly.
Another older US military pilot was cautious and made the plane make a small turn and rush towards the retreat route of Wu Qianli and others, hoping to block the retreat of the 7th Interleaving Company.
"Speed up and run into the forest!"
Wu Qianli shouted, pointing the submachine gun in his hand at the front of the propeller of the US military aircraft and shooting.
The experienced Wu Qianli had already calculated the lead time, and a bullet shuttled right in front of the US fighter jet.
"Shit!"
The young American pilot looked at the bullets in front of him and cursed secretly. He gently shook the control stick to turn the fuselage sideways and avoided the fatal bullets.
If he had reacted just two seconds later, the plane would have been destroyed and killed if it hit the bullet.
Of course, at this time, the veteran US military pilots had already followed them.
Although some soldiers fired, the US military pilots used their superb flying skills to avoid those bullets and still dived downwards.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
Accompanied by the roar of the aircraft's machine gun, a shuttle of brass bullets instantly hit the bodies of the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetration Company.
The missiles with huge impact instantly tore apart their flesh, blood, and organs.
"His grandma, if you have the ability, come down and fight with us for real."
Firepower platoon soldier Tieniu looked at his fallen comrade, angrily picked up the bazooka in his hand and shot at the US aircraft.
Although he also calculated the advance amount, after all, he did not have the system's rate of fire bonus before Wu Qianli.
As a result, the rockets with white exhaust vapor were unable to hit the US military aircraft and had to penetrate into the dark blue sky.
"What stupid thing are you doing here? Hurry and retreat into the woods. Not everyone is as perverted as our company commander."
Yu Congrong looked at Tieniu, who was a little anxious, and while talking, he dragged him into the woods.
After a while, all the soldiers of the seventh interleaved company got into the mountain.
However, the US military fighter jets continued to hover in the sky, firing a few bullets from time to time, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"Oh man, did you just let these volunteers go? (Oh man, did you just let these volunteers go?)"
The young American pilot looked at the densely packed corpses of American soldiers on the ground and asked angrily.
"They are under the cover of the forest and cannot be shot by us at all. (They are under the cover of the forest and cannot be shot by us at all.)"
The veteran US military pilot shrugged very sensibly and said calmly.
"Hahaha, but I seem to see another target. (Hahaha, I seem to see another target.)"
The young U.S. military pilot was a little frustrated, but he immediately discovered several moving figures on the ground.
As a result, the two US military F-51D "Mustang" fighter jets immediately turned around and flew towards a piece of snow in the distance.
Seeing the U.S. military planes circling and flying away, everyone in the 7th Interleaved Company breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this time, Wu Qianli looked around and suddenly discovered something was wrong.
"Where has this kid Pinghe gone?"
Wu Qianli asked while looking around at the comrades around him.
"Oh no, Pinghe is probably still being targeted by American planes outside, right?"
Mei Sheng also helped to search, but found that there was no trace of Ping He, and couldn't help but asked worriedly.
After everyone heard the words, they immediately turned to look at the trace of the aircraft in the distance, only to see that the two fighter jets did not fly at a high altitude, but instead lowered their flying distance, as if they had found the target.
"Don't worry about me. You should retreat first. Don't risk your own lives."
At this time, Pinghe, who was worried by everyone, was talking, covering the wound on his arm, and walking forward with some difficulty.
"Platoon leader, what are you talking about? Just grit your teeth and get through it. We will definitely be fine."
Reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin held a gun in his right hand and continued to hold Ping He tightly with his left hand as he retreated toward the woods.
Around Pinghe, there were also some escorting reconnaissance platoon soldiers, holding Garand rifles and taking false aim at the surroundings vigilantly.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
However, at this time, the roar of the motors of the US military fighter jets shocked the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, and a huge murderous aura seemed to be approaching them quickly.
(End of chapter)
