"puff--"
The dull sound of the bullet penetrating flesh and blood was heard, and Adam's vision went black for an instant, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Oh——shit! The platoon leader was killed by these demons!"
An American soldier spotted Adam lying on the ground with his peripheral vision, his eyes widened instantly, and he screamed in horror.
"What?"
The surrounding American soldiers who were resisting turned their heads and looked in disbelief, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on their backs.
In their eyes, Adam's position was a natural bunker, and it was difficult to be threatened by shooting from any direction.
Now looking at Adam bleeding and dying suddenly, the US military is a little scared.
They felt as if they had no cover and were exposed to the volunteers.
"kill!"
Wu Qianli saw that the morale of the US military was now shaken, so he simply replaced his sniper rifle with a Thompson submachine gun and shouted to kill.
"Hand grenade! Aim at the dense concentration of American soldiers!"
Pinghe looked at Wu Qianli's sudden attack and broke into a cold sweat.
He yelled and pulled the tab of a "pineapple" grenade and threw it violently.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon understood instantly and threw away the sniper rifle in their hands.
One by one, they pulled out the grenades, rounded their arms, and threw them violently.
In an instant, more than twenty small black dots emitting white smoke flew quickly towards the US military.
The grenade was very accurate, sealing off almost all of their exposed spaces.
"Lie down! Take cover!"
The US military non-commissioned officer wanted to attack Wu Qianli twice, but when he saw the white-smoking grenade rolling down not far away, he quickly hid in the bunker.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and a large amount of shrapnel was deeply embedded in the dead tree in front of the American soldiers.
Amidst the billowing black smoke, Wu Qianli, armed with a Thompson submachine gun, rushed over, followed closely by a dozen soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon.
"Since there is a systematic bonus for hitting every shot, it's better to play bigger. Maybe we can get rid of these American devils early."
Wu Qianli looked at the submachine gun next to a corpse on the ground. He quickly shoveled it with his feet and picked it up. The submachine gun instantly flew into the air and was caught firmly by Wu Qianli.
"What? What does this volunteer want to do? Is he crazy?"
An American soldier just raised his gun and was stunned when he saw Wu Qianli holding two submachine guns.
You know, the US military's Thompson submachine gun has extremely strong recoil when fired continuously.
Even holding both hands tightly cannot guarantee 100% stability, let alone holding two guns.
The eyes of the US military were stunned at first, and then turned to contempt and doubt.
When Wu Qianli saw this, he just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his gun and immediately pulled the trigger.
"嘘嘚嘚嘚..."
The flames from the submachine gun suddenly appeared, and all the bullets hit the American soldier steadily, penetrating blood holes one after another.
"Wow--"
The American soldier with damaged internal organs felt a sweet sensation in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell heavily on the cold snow.
Until the last moment of his death, there was still a trace of incredible panic in his eyes.
"Charge forward! Wipe them all out in one go!"
Wu Qianli roared angrily while raising the muzzles of the guns on both sides, aiming slightly before pulling the trigger.
Although he held the butt of the Thompson submachine gun tightly, the muzzle of the gun still floated up and trembled uncontrollably from time to time under the strong recoil.
However, what shocked the US military was that the bullet fired in this way was like having eyes, and it accurately penetrated the head of the outcropping US soldier.
"Shit! God bless, this volunteer must just be lucky."
A U.S. military noncommissioned officer clenched the butt of the Garand rifle in prayer, his body slightly hunched up.
"Bahhhh..."
"Bang!"
There was just a crisp sound of metal flying away, and the US military helmet that was just exposed was hit by a burst of fire and was directly shot away.
The American soldier was frightened and immediately wanted to dodge. However, under the impact of the bullet, the helmet turned his head to the side and back.
"ah!"
With the American soldier's scream, his neck was directly twisted under the force of the helmet.
"Click——"
Hearing the sound of his spine breaking, the American soldier kicked his legs painfully and struggled a few times before gradually losing consciousness.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! These volunteers are monsters, they are simply invincible!"
A US military noncommissioned officer looked at the soldier with a broken neck. He dropped his M3 submachine gun in panic and ran towards the rear, screaming.
Other American soldiers were also shocked by Wu Qianli's fierce charge. They lost their will to resist and hurriedly fled toward the rear.
This time it was not just the US military who was shocked, even Ping He and other reconnaissance platoon soldiers couldn't help but open their mouths and looked at Wu Qianli with a little surprise.
It is understandable that the pistols were used with perfect accuracy before. After all, the US military positions are densely packed and the pistol bullets are relatively stable.
Later, they used a sniper rifle to hit the target with perfect accuracy. They could also guess that it was because of the blessing of a sniper scope and stabilizer.
But now... I have never seen a submachine gun that can hit the target with perfect accuracy!
Especially the operation of firing a burst to flip the helmet and kill the enemy, which made Wu Qianli become the gun god in the hearts of these sharpshooters.
"Tsk, when did this company commander secretly practice marksmanship? I probably won't be able to do it for the rest of my life."
"No, I will have to pester the company commander when I get back and ask him to teach me the secret."
Pinghe glanced at Wu Qianli's back with admiration, and thought while clenching the sniper rifle in his hand.
"Company Commander, let's kill all these American devils and don't leave any of them alive!"
Pinghe looked at the American troops fleeing in front of them, and in accordance with Wu Qianli's usual style, he had the murderous intention of annihilation.
"No, we have already dealt with this threat. Let the comrades retreat immediately. No more fighting!"
Wu Qianli hesitated for half a second and immediately rejected Pinghe's proposal, feeling a little worried in his heart.
"yes!"
Although Pinghe was a little confused about Wu Qianli's order, his body had reflexively retreated towards the rear.
Just as the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were retreating towards the mountain like a tide, the US troops at the foot of the mountain had already set up howitzers.
"Oh, sir, are you sure we want to bombard immediately? What if our own soldiers are accidentally injured?"
An old artilleryman looked at the officer behind him and questioned.
"You idiot, the gunfire on the mountain has stopped. Didn't you hear it? Fire at the location of the gunfire immediately!"
"If you delay the war, you will be shot on the spot immediately!"
The US military commander drew his pistol angrily and roared loudly at the old artilleryman.
This is also one of the plans of the US military officers. They rely on this group of cannon fodder to search for traces of the Volunteer Army. Once they open fire, they can rely on artillery fire to kill the Volunteer Army defenders.
As long as he quickly captured Xiaogaoling, it opened up the retreat route for the US Army on the Eastern Front.
Even if he cruelly sacrificed the lives of some US troops, he is still a hero of the 7th US Marine Division.
"Yes, sir!"
The artillerymen figured this out, no longer hesitated, and quickly stuffed the heavy shells into the barrels.
Anyway, they were not the ones who sacrificed. They can also enjoy the dividends of retreat, so why bother to be that holy mother bitch.
"Forty-nine degrees to the northeast, five rapid fire rounds, extended fire coverage, let go!"
Accompanied by a shout from the US artillery commander, the US artilleryman quickly adjusted the position of the muzzle and pulled hard.
"Bang!"
The cannon ejected from the chamber and fired, white smoke dispersed in an instant, and seven or eight large-caliber grenades hit the mountainside.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Continuous explosions resounded through the sky, the mushroom cloud rose to a height of three to four meters, and the shock wave spread at high speed, breaking the surrounding dead trees.
Pinghe, who was running towards the mountain, almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Looking back at the huge scorched pits, he felt instantly frightened.
"Has the company commander been guided by gods? How can he calculate so accurately..."
Wu Jin, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon, looked at the billowing smoke behind him and couldn't help but swallowed and sighed.
"Don't do that, hurry up and get back to the station. We are not safe yet!"
Wu Qianli reached out and knocked Wu Jin on the head, shouting for his comrades to move quickly.
Sure enough, not long after they retreated to the far side of the mountain, extended shooting from the US military behind them followed one after another.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were carried forward by the heat wave behind them, and they retreated to the station. Not a single person died.
"Brother, are you okay? The American devils are so damn vicious. They are so cruel that they don't even care about their own people."
Wu Wanli who was on the battlefield anxiously rushed to Wu Qianli. When he saw that everything was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in the direction of the US military.
"These American devils are shouting about human rights every day, but in the end they are doing things worse than pigs and dogs."
Mei Sheng sighed and shook his head, becoming more determined to drive the US military into the sea completely.
"Don't worry, no matter how vicious you are, it won't hurt us at all."
"Pinghe, disperse the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, pay close attention to the movements of the US troops down the mountain, and the path up the mountain. If there is any abnormality, report it immediately!"
Wu Qianli held his chin and thought for a moment, then quickly ordered Pinghe.
"yes!"
Pinghe, who had just sat down, instantly jumped up and led the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon down to perform the mission without any complaints.
"Company Commander, do you think...the American Japs will launch an attack immediately?"
Mei Sheng frowned, seeming to disagree.
"Okay, company commander, our fire platoon has been building fortifications for a long time. After holding shovels for so long, it's time to pick up the submachine guns!"
As soon as Yu Congrong heard the word that the US military was about to attack, his eyes shone with excitement and he immediately called for a fight.
"Don't worry, it will happen sooner or later. Don't rush it. Now, strengthen the air-raid shelter first. I guess the American devils will use their three-blade ax to greet us again."
Wu Qianli thought for a while and chose the safe approach.
After all, their current mission is to defend Xiaogaoling for three days. The longer it is delayed, the better it is for them. The only ones who are eager to open a retreat gap are the US military.
"yes!"
Yu Congrong understood that he might face a major bombing by the US military next, so he quickly agreed and led the fire platoon to continue to strengthen the fortifications.
"Brother, it's rare for you to be so cautious. Are we going to face ten times the number of American devils again?"
A trace of solemnity appeared on Wu Wanli's face, and he speculated in a low voice.
"It could be a battalion, a regiment, or even a division!"
"No matter how many people there are, we must hold on to this hilltop. This is an opportunity for our Chinese soldiers to shock the world!"
Wu Qianli said, clenching the cold gun in his hand and looking into the distance with extremely firm eyes.
In the distance, clusters of red light bloomed densely. Under the bombardment of countless circling aircraft, countless steel torrents of American troops were rushing toward the volunteer positions.
Everyone's eyes gleamed, and a hint of uneasiness about the upcoming battle emerged in their hearts.
The protruding American troops, no matter how many, can only be blocked by them.
This is a stubborn defense, a hard resistance, a battle with extremely disparity in strength, and the remaining holding time is about two days.
"Add support at the entrance of the air-raid shelter to prevent comrades from being buried alive..."
Wu Qianli estimated the explosive firepower of the US military and said cautiously.
"yes!"
The soldiers of the 7th interleaving company nodded heavily and joined in the reinforcement of the air raid shelter.
At the foot of the mountain, the American soldiers stationed there couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking as they looked at the few colleagues who had escaped.
These American troops were not killed, indicating that they were defeated within a few minutes of shooting.
And based on the intensive gunfire estimates, this should have been an evenly matched battle, but it ended up like this.
Thinking of this, the US military officers couldn't help but look at the direction of the volunteers on the mountain with some fear.
"Sir, Brigadier General Larulak sent a message again to urge us. Should we launch an attack immediately?"
At this time, a US military non-commissioned officer ran over and asked cautiously while handing over the telegram.
"Shit! We only have so few troops. Facing that army and launching an attack from bottom to top, wouldn't we be looking for death?"
The US military officer threw the battle report to the ground and cursed with a rather unhappy look on his face.
The American soldiers behind him couldn't help but trembled in their hearts when they heard "that unit".
Yes, based on the gunshots just now, they had already guessed that the troops stationed on the mountain were the 7th Interleaving Company.
After all, in the entire volunteer army, only the 7th Interpenetrating Company is equipped with fine weapons.
"Construct a position on the spot and wait for reinforcements to arrive."
"As long as we concentrate our superior troops and firepower, no matter how elite this volunteer army is, they can't survive for a day!"
The US military officer snorted coldly and immediately said a harsh word, full of confidence in the next battle.
"Rumble--"
At this moment, the roar of military vehicles and tank motors came from behind them.
Large numbers of U.S. troops broke through the outer defense lines of the Ninth Army and were coming to support them.
Until the sunset was about to end, Alexander, the commander of the 1st US Marine Regiment, had taken over the offensive command and raised his telescope to observe the situation on the mountain.
At this time, the U.S. military at the foot of the mountain had also assembled more than a regiment of troops, and the strength comparison with the seventh intersecting company reached a terrifying dozens to one ratio.
Not only that, the US military also assembled a large number of heavy tanks and large-caliber howitzers.
"Sir, the entire army has been assembled and can go up the mountain to launch a fierce attack at any time."
A US military battalion commander stood upright in front of Alexander and reported loudly.
"No, this unit is extraordinary, its combat effectiveness is extremely fierce."
"Even the elite polar bear regiment was defeated by them. We must not easily go up the mountain to fight with them!"
"Order the tanks and artillery battalions to concentrate all their firepower, regardless of the artillery shells, and aim at the mountains in advance for a violent bombardment!"
Alexander said, frowning, and waved towards the location of the artillery camp.
After receiving the order, the artillery battalion immediately adjusted the position of the muzzle, and heavy artillery shells were piled on the ground.
Even the US tanks raised their muzzles and aimed murderously at positions above the mountainside of Xiaogaoling.
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