"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wu Qianli did not hesitate, and while the American soldiers were stunned, he fired three more shots rapidly.
Hot bullets came out one after another, flying towards the American soldiers with a loud piercing sound.
The bullets rotated in the air at high speed, and under the influence of huge inertia, they fiercely penetrated into the heads of several American soldiers!
"Oh——my brother!"
"Damn volunteers! I'll blow you up!"
An American soldier shouted angrily as he watched his brother's brains splattering.
He suddenly took out two grenades, bit off the tabs, and threw them at Wu Qianli while he wasn't paying attention.
"Company commander!"
Pinghe suddenly spotted the American soldier, warned him loudly, and turned his gun.
However, this US military veteran was obviously experienced. The moment he quickly threw the grenade, he immediately retracted his body.
"Bang!"
The bullet fired by Pinghe grazed the upper end of the US military helmet, making a crisp sound of metal collision.
"呲呲——"
The white-smoking grenade circled and flew high into the sky, hitting both ends of the Wu Qianli bunker.
Once it hits the ground and explodes, the flying shrapnel will inevitably split the five thousand miles, and there is no way to avoid this tricky angle.
"Good opportunity, rush over and annihilate all these volunteers!"
"After annihilating these volunteers, I will give you all great credit!"
Alexander captured the fighter plane very accurately and shouted loudly.
"kill!"
The American soldiers who had been suppressed for a long time burst out with a thunderous roar, rushed out of the bunker, and planned to attack in the direction of Wu Qianli.
"It's you who deserve to die!"
Wu Qianli raised the corner of his mouth easily, quickly raised the dark muzzle of the gun, and pointed it in the air.
"boom!"
The muzzle flash of the sniper suddenly appeared, and the flying bullet hit the grenade in the air without missing a beat.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Accompanied by a huge explosion, a cloud of mushroom-shaped smoke burst into the sky from the fiery red flames.
In an instant, sharp shrapnel with shock waves flew away.
"ah!"
Under the screams of the American troops, seven or eight more bloody corpses appeared on the snow.
The momentum of the US soldiers' assault was curbed by Wu Qianli from the beginning, and the US military's originally intensive firepower was stopped.
"Switch to the submachine gun and kill!"
Pinghe was obviously unwilling to give up such a good opportunity, so he quickly shouted and led his troops to kill him.
"Kill these American devils!"
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon shouted, picked up their M3 submachine guns, and fired towards the US military formation.
"It's him! The killer of the volunteers!"
Alexander watched Wu Qianli blast the grenade in the air with one shot, and suddenly lost his composure and exclaimed.
"Sir..."
Several nearby American troops clung to the bunker and turned to look at Alexander.
Obviously, it can be seen from their eyes that they are eager for Alexander's retreat order.
"Radio! Quick!"
Alexander shouted in a panic as he watched the reconnaissance platoon soldiers rushing closer and closer.
"Sir, here..."
An American soldier took the risk and rushed over, handing the radio to Alexander.
Soon, Alexander dialed the number of Nicholas' command with a slightly trembling hand.
"Oh—what's wrong, Alexander, are you making great progress so quickly?"
Nicholas on the other end of the phone endured the pain and asked with a smile.
"Shit! The main force of the volunteers is ambushing here, and we are under attack!"
"The situation is critical now, we request artillery support!"
"Repeat, we need artillery support!"
Alexander spoke to the other end of the phone rather hastily, and reported the coordinates of the bombardment.
"Oh——Okay, I will order the artillery position immediately, wish you good luck my friend!"
Nicholas heard Alexander's embarrassment and said with a wry smile.
At this time, Wu Qianli also noticed the transfer of the radio just now and determined the radio position.
"This must be the commander's position of the American devils!"
Wu Qianli frowned slightly and stared at the bunker there.
"Company Commander, the American soldier's bunker is too well positioned to be hit..."
At this time, Pinghe suddenly came to Wu Qianli's side and sighed.
It turned out that Pinghe had been eyeing this position for a long time, but after raising his gun and aiming it for a long time, he could only put it down dejectedly.
"Who said you have to hit the target to kill?"
Wu Qianli raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes locked on a stone next to the bunker, and his brain started calculating rapidly.
In just two seconds, he completed his calculation, raised his gun, aimed at the stone next to Alexander's bunker, and pulled the trigger fiercely.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three bullets with burning metal casings flew out at high speed, all hitting the stone.
"Bang!"
The stone exploded directly under the impact of several bullets.
In mid-air, a burst of dust flew up, and gravel splashed at high speed flew towards Alexander's position.
"ah!"
Alexander was hit by the gravel unpreparedly and wailed loudly.
A long blood mark was directly wiped out on his arm, and dripping blood seeped out.
Not only that, but even the radio next to him was not spared.
"呲呲——"
Accompanied by bursts of electric current, the metal casing of the radio spattered sparks from time to time.
"Sir! Run quickly. If you don't retreat, it will be too late!"
An American soldier took a hard shot with his head and said to Alexander.
"withdraw!"
Alexander, who was in great pain, growled out the last word and ran back without looking back.
The seven or eight surviving American troops around him breathed a sigh of relief and ran away faster than rabbits.
"Company Commander, the American soldiers have escaped, should we chase them?"
Pinghe knocked down a defeated soldier with one shot. Looking at the sparse US military formation, he asked with some emotion.
"Don't chase, follow me to fight immediately!"
Wu Qianli did not hesitate at all and gave the order decisively.
In his heart, he always felt a sense of approaching danger, and this sense of uneasiness made him give up the pursuit.
And according to the small dynamic map prompts in his mind, other small groups of US troops are also climbing the mountain, and they have no time to waste.
"retreat!"
Pinghe shouted and blew the osprey whistle he carried.
After hearing the whistle, even the soldiers who had raised their guns and aimed at them turned their heads without hesitation and retreated towards the rear.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, who were ordered to do so, withdrew from the battlefield in just ten seconds.
Just at this moment, the US artillery position that had locked the coordinates raised its muzzle and fired fiercely at the position where they had just been.
"Whoosh-whoosh-"
In an instant, several thick artillery shells hit the mountain top with murderous intent, and the closer and closer sharp sound of breaking through the air irritated the eardrums of the soldiers.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Continuous explosions immediately covered the battlefield, and the soaring fire instantly turned half the sky red.
Even some wounded American soldiers who had no time to run far were swept in by the flames.
The fierce bombing lasted only half a minute, and the newly white snow was scorched black, and dense craters replaced the raised stones.
"so close!"
Pinghe looked at the tragic situation in the distance and said with lingering fear.
The soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon also felt the oppressive feeling of brushing against death, and they all looked at Wu Qianli with admiration.
In their opinion, Wu Qianli's orders almost never go wrong, and he is as sharp and unusual as a true military god.
"The 35-degree hillside on the northeast side, march forward quickly!"
Wu Qianli looked at the position of the little red dot on the dynamic map, immediately waved his hand, and led the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon to kill it.
Just as Wu Qianli led the reconnaissance platoon and continued to encroach on the small American assault force, Yu Congrong's frontal battlefield was about to begin!
………………
The main position of the 7th interleaving company
All the soldiers loaded their bullets and waited quietly for the US military's attack.
"Instructor, the war is about to begin. What are the Americans still babbling about?"
Wu Wanli remembered the music played by the US military when he touched it before, and couldn't help humming it.
"Jingle Bells, the American Christmas song."
"Their general originally dreamed of annihilating us early and going back to celebrate the festival."
As soon as Mei Sheng heard this familiar melody, he immediately smiled and replied.
"What the heck, if you want to come back alive after setting foot on this land, ask me, Lao Yu, if your gun will answer!"
When Yu Congrong heard the arrogant thoughts of the US military, he immediately clenched the heavy machine gun in his hand and gritted his teeth.
"Hmph, these American devils really dare to think that they are singing now."
Lei Gong polished a cannonball until it was bright and reflective, and said with a cold snort.
"In fact, before a big battle, it is more beneficial to the battle to let the soldiers relax."
Mei Sheng looked at the nervous crowd and said thoughtfully.
"The instructor is right. My brother taught me to cross the Yalu River before. I always hummed, but I just got tired of hearing it."
Wu Wanli nodded in agreement.
"How about I teach you a new song to wake up the soldiers."
Mei Sheng looked at the warrior holding on in the snow and said immediately.
You must know that if you fall asleep at such a temperature, you will never wake up.
In history, a large number of volunteer soldiers did not die on the way to charge, but froze to death in the cold snow.
The most famous one, and also the most emotional one, is the Ice Sculpture Company that ambushed the US military for a long time.
"Come on, sing quickly, sing quickly!"
Wu Wanli licked his chapped lips and urged excitedly.
The soldiers also turned to look at Mei Sheng. For them, any new songs were a luxury.
"While pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, soft veils are floating on the river..."
"The girl is singing beautiful songs, she is singing about the eagle on the grassland..."
Mei Sheng shook his chapped lips and sang the Katyusha he had learned in Su.
The melodious singing quickly infected everyone, and soon everyone started singing along.
Different from the cheerfulness of the American Christmas song, Katyusha is more of a tragic atmosphere on the battlefield, which seems to foreshadow the difficult battles that follow the seventh interlude.
"call out--"
"call out--"
Soon, two rapidly fired artillery shells interrupted everyone's singing, and the sound of the biting wind brought a sense of oppression to the battle.
"Bombardment! Concealment!"
Mei Sheng looked at the artillery shells getting closer and closer, shouted and fell down in the trench.
The soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company, who had been well prepared, did not panic at all and just silently clung to the earthen wall of the trench.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The deafening sound of artillery sounded, and countless raised dust covered the soldiers' khaki military uniforms.
After one round, the fierce artillery fire did not stop, but became even more intense.
The rapid artillery fire covered the front and rear of their position, and the mines originally buried by the seventh interleaved company were directly blown up.
Around the position, dozens of fire clouds rose up, releasing a dazzling red light like the sun, stinging the soldiers so hard that they couldn't even open their eyes.
The blazing high temperature melted the snow in front of the position and volatilized it into water vapor, making a sizzling sound.
When the billowing black smoke enveloped the entire position and everyone felt a little lack of oxygen, the shelling finally stopped.
It's not that the U.S. military doesn't want to continue bombing, but that the hot and red infantry gun barrels are on the verge of exploding, and if they continue to bomb, they will lose their own people.
"According to the predetermined plan, attack!"
"There is no need to take prisoners in this battle, kill all these damn volunteers!"
Nicholas felt the pain at the wound, and as if holding his breath, he roared and gave the order to attack.
"Yes, sir!"
The U.S. military messengers felt the oppression of the war and rushed down to send telegrams to all armies.
Soon, the first wave of American troops raised their submachine guns and pressed toward the billowing black smoke above.
"Brother Yu, the American devils are coming!"
Wu Wanli's palms were slightly sweaty, he took a deep breath and reminded Yu Congrong on the side.
On the steep hillside covered with blackened craters and shell fragments, the American soldiers bent over and carefully dispersed towards their positions.
However, they were still some distance away from their positions high on the hillside.
"No rush, let the soldiers hold it in for a while, and then fire when they get close to the position!"
When Yu Congrong spoke, the white steam coming out of his mouth spread in all directions, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
The seventh interleaved company now has intensive firepower, but the corresponding ammunition loss will be rapid.
Without any logistical supplies, they had no choice but to wait for the US military to approach before opening fire.
"These American devils are not simple, they are definitely the elite troops of the US military."
Mei Sheng raised the telescope and looked down, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
Only a few hundred meters away from the position, the loose and orderly formation of the US military had almost no flaws.
"It's his grandma's, no matter who the damn elite is, if he gets close enough, he'll give it a tug!"
Yu Congrong looked at the brightly reflective U.S. military helmets below, and his murderous intention became more and more intense.
three hundred meters
two hundred meters
One hundred meters.
Eighty meters...
The U.S. soldiers were getting closer and closer. Under the huge pressure, even the breathing of the soldiers became softer, and their hearts were beating faster and faster.
At this time, the leading US military officer made a combat gesture and raised his hand slightly upward - this was an order to throw a grenade.
The surrounding US troops received the order, nodded one after another, and then took out the "pineapple" grenade from their chests and were about to bite open the tab.
The US machine gunner also wielded a heavy machine gun, adjusting the position of the muzzle with slightly sweaty palms.
At the same time, the fire platoon soldiers also poked their heads out, pointing their dark muzzles at the bodies of the American soldiers.
The war is about to break out...
(End of chapter)
