"Lie down!"
Pinghe keenly heard the roar of the aircraft motor in the sky, and quickly endured the pain and lay down on the snow.
The soldiers of other reconnaissance platoons also lay down one after another, their snow-white cloaks almost blending into the white snow.
It is difficult for ordinary people to observe them, let alone high-altitude aircraft.
But the US pilots, who had already locked the direction, not only did not hesitate at all, but also accelerated their flight speed.
“Do these rat-like volunteers think they can hide like this? (Do these rat-like volunteers think they can hide like this?)”
The young American pilot snorted disdainfully and was ready to pierce the volunteers' bodies with bullets.
"Platoon commander, the American fighter jets seem to have spotted us. Should we move quickly?"
Reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin raised his head slightly and said slightly anxiously when he saw the US fighter jets getting closer and closer.
The other soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also looked at Pinghe. Although the situation was urgent, no one planned to abandon their platoon leader.
Pinghe frowned and looked at the US military planes in the sky. He was obviously in a dilemma and didn't know how to escape.
"Run, our plane is there, we'll be safe with the plane's cover. (Run forward, our plane is there, we'll be safe with the plane's cover.)"
A black American soldier limped forward and ran forward, while still staring at the friendly fighter planes in the sky.
On the way to escape, his thigh was unfortunately hit by Wu Qianli, and now he was rushing forward like a frightened bird.
Other U.S. soldiers were also in panic, and with a herd mentality, they were coerced by the crowd and rushed forward.
"Platoon leader, these American soldiers are coming towards us. Let's find a place to take shelter first."
Wu Jin, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon, couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the US military figure shaking in front of him.
Why hasn't the threat in the sky been resolved yet, and U.S. troops on the ground are swarming in again?
The other soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also nodded after hearing this. If they were normal, they would naturally not be afraid of these defeated troops.
But after all, Pinghe is injured now. If he fights with a large number of American troops, accidents may occur.
Therefore, Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, immediately planned to carry Ping He on his back, but was rejected by Ping He repeatedly.
Unlike the worries of other comrades in the reconnaissance platoon, Pinghe's eyes lit up when he saw the figures of these American troops.
"If we move now, we will only increase the risk for ourselves."
"It's better to rush over and fight with the American devils. Their planes will also throw rat weapons."
As Pinghe spoke, he tore off a piece of cloth from his military cotton uniform and used it as a simple gauze to bandage his wound a second time.
Everyone in the reconnaissance platoon felt a little distressed when they saw Pinghe take out the bayonet from his arms after bandaging.
But now, they had no better way, so they had to turn their heads and pour out their anger on the American soldiers.
"Follow me and fight to the front to protect our platoon leader!"
Wu Jin, a soldier of the reconnaissance platoon, quickly fixed the bayonet on the slot of the Garand rifle and took the lead in rushing towards the shaking figure of the US military.
"kill!"
The flying snow fell on the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, and the blood-stained bayonets glowed with a faint cold light.
When a dozen reconnaissance platoon soldiers rushed towards the US military, they were immediately suppressed.
They thought they had escaped the wolf den, but they didn't expect that there was a tiger waiting for them here.
At this moment, the few black American soldiers who were running at the front were stunned, and immediately turned around and tried to run in other directions.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two crisp shots of Garand rifles rang out. After the bullet with huge penetrating power penetrated the body of an American soldier, it continued to fly back with undiminished power, killing and wounding two or three American soldiers in succession.
The flying snow particles in the sky made the US military's line of sight very short, so when they saw the reconnaissance platoon soldiers, the distance was only a few dozen meters.
Reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin mercilessly fired all eight bullets in the magazine until a "ding-" sound came and the empty magazine automatically ejected.
After a while, more than a dozen American soldiers fell on the ground after being hit by bullets.
The blood that kept flowing out was frozen by the icy temperature, and the pervasive smell of blood stimulated the nerves of the American soldiers. From time to time, there were still American soldiers who were not dead, wailing for help.
"Can't run, they have guns in their hands, we can't be faster than bullets. (Can't run, they have guns in their hands, we can't be faster than bullets.)"
U.S. military officer Iverson discovered the current situation and immediately reminded his companions loudly.
Judging from the condition of the US military corpses on the ground, most of them were shot between the eyebrows and chests by bullets.
Moreover, what the volunteers are holding is the Garand, which can fire eight bullets in three seconds, with rapid firepower.
He didn't think that people like him could successfully escape under these perverted sharpshooters, so he tried his best to dissuade other US troops.
Some of Iverson's former men immediately stopped, but none of them were willing to be the first to rush forward to greet the volunteers.
"Good opportunity, kill them and fight with them!"
At this moment, Pinghe also followed up with a bayonet. Seeing the frightened American troops, he immediately rushed forward to kill them.
When the other reconnaissance platoon soldiers saw this, they immediately quickened their pace and rushed in front of Pinghe, forming a semicircle to protect Pinghe in the middle.
At this time, on this piece of snow, a dozen reconnaissance platoon soldiers wearing US military uniforms and M3 helmets were fighting with US soldiers in the same military uniforms.
Some American troops rushed back in panic. Although they had a higher chance of surviving the desperate situation by fighting to the death, no one wanted to be the first cannon fodder.
“These cunning volunteers are really hateful. (These cunning volunteers are really hateful.)”
When the fighter jet flown by the young pilot of the US military swooped down and saw Pinghe and others fighting together with friendly forces, it was worth the helpless stretch.
No matter how much he desired military success, he could not point his machine gun at his friendly and enemy troops and shoot them indiscriminately. He could only grit his teeth and stare at the melee below.
"Hahaha man what are you in a hurry? Even if they fight together, there is always a winner or loser. (Hahaha man, what are you in a hurry? Even if they fight together, there is always a winner or loser.)"
Listening to the complaints coming from the radio, the veteran US military pilot smiled, and the beard around his mouth trembled slightly.
They had enough fuel and could hover in the sky for a while without any problem.
At that time, if the volunteers massacre friendly troops, they will just shoot and take revenge.
If the volunteers are defeated, they can return home with satisfaction and have nothing to worry about.
“Then let them live a little longer. (Then let them live a little longer.)”
The young US military pilot obviously thought of this, and his face looked better now, but he also stared down with some irritability and snorted coldly.
Just when Pinghe and others were in trouble, everyone in the seventh interleaving company in the woods couldn't help but want to rush out to rescue them.
"Company commander, let me go. I, Lao Yu, can't just watch my comrades die while hiding in the woods."
Yu Congrong became more and more anxious as he listened to the sound of gunfire in the open snow. He wanted to rush out with a submachine gun and a bazooka.
Yu Congrong's frantic actions also attracted the soldiers of the fire platoon. They all took the initiative to ask for help, hoping to follow him to the rescue.
"Nonsense, aren't you going to die now? The American devils are eager to beat you into sieves in the open snow."
Mei Sheng immediately stopped the impulsive Yu Congrong and scolded him very seriously.
"This... we can't just watch Ping He die, right? Eh..."
Looking at the instructor in front of him, Yu Congrong could only throw the submachine gun to the ground in anger and sighed helplessly.
"You all stay, I'll go."
Wu Qianli glanced at everyone and rushed outside without any explanation.
"Company commander!"
"elder brother!"
Everyone wanted to stop Wu Qianli with one voice, but no one really stopped him.
After all the brilliance and miracles, Wu Qianli's status in the seventh interleaved company has become like a half-god.
No one would question his orders and decisions, but everyone was slightly worried.
"Don't worry, our company commander will never do anything that we are not sure of. What's more, the target is small if we go alone. In fact, it is more convenient to act."
Lei Gong squatted in the corner, glanced at everyone, and silently smoked a cigarette. Under the smoke, the worry was hidden in his heart.
"Ding - the current situation of the host has been detected, and the bright sword mission is activated: destroy the US military fighter jets and rescue Pinghe."
"After the mission is successful, you will receive 30 bottles of god-level special-effect penicillin as a reward, which is ten times more effective than the original drug!"
The cold system prompt sounded, and Wu Qianli, who was running on the snow, suddenly felt happy.
You must know that the 7th Interpenetrating Company had a large number of wounded at this time, and many comrades were even to the point where they could barely even run.
Although everyone can temporarily suppress it with their will, in the absence of medicines, a large number of non-combat attrition will inevitably occur.
"Whether there is a mission or not, I will definitely save Pinghe. After success, I can save more comrades. This dog system finally has some conscience."
Wu Qianli nodded slightly and accepted the system's task.
At this time, the system warehouse also stores an additional bonus of 20 mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns, which is enough to give US military fighter jets a drink.
However, when Wu Qianli arrived at the battlefield, the situation was already very grim.
Although the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were brave and skilled in fighting and left behind dozens of corpses of American soldiers, they were still scattered by the US military in large numbers, and US fighter jets in the sky began to eagerly try.
"puff--"
Accompanied by the dull sound of the bayonet penetrating into flesh, Wu Jin, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon, plunged a military bayonet into the belly of US military officer Iverson and pulled upwards.
"Shit!"
U.S. military officer Iverson used both hands to hold the bayonet tightly.
But from the slashed belly, sections of intestines had flowed out, and bright red blood spilled on the snow at the soles of his feet.
"You can't escape, our record will kill you all, you yellow skins (You can't escape, our fighters will kill you all, you yellow skins...)"
Before US military officer Iverson finished speaking, reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin twisted the bayonet hard to the right.
"Leave these words to your so-called God."
Under Wu Jin's cold gaze, Iverson only had time to twitch a few times before his head tilted and his body completely collapsed.
The few remaining American soldiers were also massacred in a matter of seconds.
It's not that the reconnaissance platoon didn't want to waste time, but that these American soldiers ran too fast.
Rather than letting them flee in all directions, it would be better to turn these American troops into cold corpses.
In this way, in the worst case scenario, these American soldiers can be buried with them.
"Well, it's time, let me send you all to hell. (It's time, let me send you all to hell.)"
The young US military pilot looked at the corpses of friendly troops on the ground and pulled the control stick angrily, diving downwards at high speed.
"Spread them all out, don't pile them together!"
Pinghe looked at the fighter jets in the sky, and immediately gave orders loudly without a tremor in his heart.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also spread out very skillfully, raising their rifles in their hands and shooting accurately at the US fighter planes in the sky.
However, U.S. military fighter jets use superb flying skills to constantly switch their fuselages in the air with great flexibility.
The most flying bullets passed by their fuselage before escaping into the boundless air.
Seeing the critical situation in the distance, Wu Qianli immediately used the system reward, and a 20mm four-barrel anti-aircraft machine gun appeared in front of him instantly.
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong..."
Accompanied by the heavy muffled sound of bullets fired, countless thick bullets were quickly shot in front of the US military aircraft, and the distance was already very close.
"Fuck you!"
The young American pilot suddenly broke into a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and pulled up the control stick sharply, and then narrowly avoided those bullets.
Then before he could take a breath, countless bullets hit the dense fire net above him.
Countless thick anti-aircraft bullets accurately blocked every direction he could adjust.
"Shit!"
The young U.S. military pilot's eyes widened, and his face was twisted into a bitter melon shape in pain.
Before he could parachute, the rapidly rotating propeller hit the large-caliber bullet in front of him.
Suddenly, the young American pilot's fingers felt a violent shaking.
The nose of the US military Mustang fighter jet immediately ignited thick black smoke.
Moreover, the propeller in front of the fighter jet twisted a few times and lost its power to rotate. The entire fighter jet quickly fell downwards.
Fortunately, Wu Qianli did not continue to shoot him, and the US pilot successfully parachuted at the last moment.
"Is his grandmother's American devil still thinking about escaping?"
Pinghe raised the rifle in his hand, pointed the muzzle in the direction under the parachute, and pulled the trigger hard.
"boom!"
With a crisp gunshot, the bullet quickly penetrated the US pilot's head, creating a mixture of brain and blood.
Under the parachute, the corpse of a U.S. soldier with a tilted head fell slowly and feebly, and soon became one of the countless corpses in the snow.
But Wu Qianli didn't pay attention to the result of the battle just now. Instead, he immediately turned his gun and pointed it at another US fighter jet.
"Is this volunteer army a ghost? Where did it suddenly come from? (Is this volunteer army a ghost? Where did it suddenly come from?)"
Seeing the sudden appearance of Wu Qianli and an anti-aircraft gun, the veteran US military pilot couldn't help but be stunned.
But under another round of anti-aircraft machine gun fire in Wu Qianli, he still relied on his rich combat experience to flexibly turn his body and dodge.
At this time, he was cautious and had no intention of continuing to fight. He pulled the joystick and wanted to fly high into the sky to evacuate this place.
However, he found that even one anti-aircraft machine gun could quickly block almost all of his escape routes at very precise angles and advance.
Fortunately, this time, he discovered a flaw in the fire network and immediately pulled the joystick to fly to the right, but soon he discovered that he had still been trapped.
"boom!"
An anti-aircraft machine gun bullet luckily hit the plane's fuel tank. The entire US military fighter plane exploded in the air instantly, blooming with brilliant sparks.
Looking at the slowly falling wreckage of the plane, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, who had just been planning to face death, now had expressions of shock and ecstasy on their faces.
"Bah! No matter how powerful the American plane is, what's the use? Our company commander is here!"
The soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon all looked at Wu Qianli's figure, with a burst of gratitude and admiration in their hearts.
"Ding - congratulations to the host, you successfully completed the task of brightening the sword and obtained 30 bottles of god-level special effects penicillin. They have been automatically stored in the system warehouse and can be accessed at any time."
Along with the explosion of two US military aircraft, the system's reward prompt also came.
But at this moment, Wu Qianli had no intention of looking at the system warehouse. Instead, he hurriedly ran in the direction of Pinghe, his frown revealing the worry in his heart.
"Um……"
At this moment, Pinghe groaned, covering the wound on his arm, and fell to the ground with a pale face.
(End of chapter)
