"Everyone, bayonets on, charge with me, and support the company commander!"
Pinghe fiercely fixed the bayonet on the card slot, shouted and rushed out of the bunker, leading the reconnaissance platoon towards the second floor.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon raised their shining bayonets and headed towards the second-floor platform as quickly as possible.
At this time, the exploded thick water pipe was still spewing out white steam, creating favorable concealment conditions for Pinghe and others to charge.
"Shit! Is the machine gunner on the other side asleep? Shoot quickly to suppress the charge of the Chinese army!"
The U.S. military commander Child pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at the white mist below, shouting in panic.
But no matter how much he roared, the machine gun on the other side was still in a misfire state, and would never be able to shoot at the volunteers.
"Sir, could it be that some volunteers have already come to kill us? Otherwise, our soldiers on the other side would not be able to react!"
A US military non-commissioned officer reacted and shouted to Child nervously.
"Shut up!"
Child also thought about this, but fearing that the team would collapse, he quickly stopped the US military non-commissioned officer from speaking out.
"Sir, not only that, even the soldiers below have stopped moving..."
"Withdraw, sir. The Volunteer Army may have sent two companies to attack. We can't hold on for long..."
The US military noncommissioned officer lowered his voice and persuaded Child a little timidly.
"Snapped--"
"Evacuate? The command headquarters is above. Where should we retreat?"
"We fight for freedom and democracy and vow to annihilate these Chinese troops!"
Child slapped the US military sergeant hard and shouted righteously.
His words quickly reached the ears of the American soldiers, and the originally sagging morale suddenly dropped a lot.
Especially at the two remaining heavy machine guns, the US machine gunners held back their energy and swung the bullet chains to beat the barrels until they were hot and red.
For a time, the venomous fire snake suppressed the offensive of the reconnaissance platoon, and other US troops also followed suit and shot.
The brass bullets collided randomly on various metal iron frames, making a crisp tinkling sound.
However, if these American soldiers who fought bloody battles looked back, they would be so angry that they would drop their guns on the spot.
I saw Child slowly retreating and waving to two or three of his confidants, his eyes full of hints.
"Be gentle and move up through the rear passage..."
Child looked at his henchmen who looked a little hesitantly, gestured anxiously, and conveyed.
Only then did a few American soldiers realize what they were doing. They fired and slowly retreated towards the rear. Not many people noticed at all.
Child looked at the American troops in front who were still desperately aiming and shooting. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but he still turned around and planned to leave.
However, just as they were about to escape, Wu Qianli shot at them with a gun.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
Wu Qianli picked up a Browning machine gun and fired wildly at the side of the US military. He gritted his teeth and resisted the recoil, and kept pressing forward.
The sharply penetrating brass bullets flew at high speed, and soon beat seven or eight American soldiers into a sieve. Bright red blood slowly dripped down the iron frame on the second floor.
"Fuck you! The volunteers are really coming, get down now!"
Child suddenly fell to the ground and shouted loudly through gritted teeth.
At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated. He was about to escape, but unexpectedly, the volunteers broke out halfway.
Soon, Wu Qianli swept away the bullets, threw away the machine gun, and quickly rolled to the corner.
"Heavy firepower continues to suppress the people below, while others turn their guns to block the volunteer troops on the platform!"
Child simply threw away the Colt in his hand, grabbed a long rifle and started shooting.
The American troops who reacted turned their guns and aimed and fired at Wu Qianli's position just now.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
More than two dozen U.S. soldiers picked up Garand semi-automatic rifles and pulled the triggers frantically, trying to kill the volunteers who came up.
Wu Qianli clung tightly to the back of an iron frame as countless bullets whizzed past his ears.
There were even stray bullets that hit the iron frame, and sparks from the violent collision of metal hit him.
He gritted his teeth, adjusted the angle with great difficulty, and hooked Thomson not far away with his feet.
Coupled with a submachine gun behind him, Wu Qianli completed the action of holding two submachine guns, just waiting for an opportunity to charge and draw the gun.
However, the US military remained focused and tried their best to shoot out the bullets in Garand. Wu Qianli was suppressed by the dense stray bullets and could not show his head.
However, the US military also has some doubts.
Didn’t some volunteers attack the platform? Why didn't much blood mist splash out from the white steam, and even the desperate charge from the volunteers they expected didn't come.
"Sir! Could it be that... the volunteers killed them with just one person?!"
A US military non-commissioned officer expressed his bold conjecture with sweaty palms.
When the other US troops heard this, they thought it made sense when they thought that there had been only violent but short bursts of Browning machine gun fire and no other gunfire.
However, this makes it even scarier...
A volunteer soldier single-handedly killed the U.S. troops below, and quietly took down half of the heavy firepower on the second-floor platform! ?
Thinking of this possibility, many American soldiers were shocked, and the hands holding their guns trembled.
"Shit! You idiots, how can the Chinese army have such combat effectiveness?"
"This is all their plan, they are just trying to confuse you!"
Seeing that morale was about to collapse, Child immediately shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the general's morale.
However, the American soldiers looked at each other, swallowed slowly, and their will to fight became sluggish.
"Ding--"
"Ding--"
At this time, in the US military formation, the clear sound of countless Garand magazines being emptied came, and the firepower that blocked the five thousand miles suddenly stopped.
"good chance!"
Wu Qianli's eyes lit up, he picked up two Thompson submachine guns and quickly killed them.
I saw him pressing the butt of the submachine gun firmly against his chest and pulling the trigger to the end. Two balls of orange-red gun flames suddenly lit up.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da..."
The two Thompsons sprayed bullets rapidly, making a dense sound like a Chicago typewriter.
The unsuspecting American soldiers were torn apart by the poisonous fire snakes, and countless bloody holes showed bright red.
"Heavy machine gun! Submachine gun! Counterattack!"
Child wiped the dirt spattered by bullets from his face and shouted to the machine gunner.
But at this time, the only two Browning heavy machine guns left by the US military were also misfired by Wu Qianli.
There were only seven or eight US soldiers holding on to their M3 submachine guns, ready to wait for Wu Qianli's firepower to stop before they immediately showed up and fired.
"not good!"
Wu Qianli realized the situation only after he rushed closer. He immediately frowned and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.
The diffuse white vapor gave Wu Qianli cover, and also obscured his sight, making it difficult for him to see clearly the situation of the US military.
Therefore, he was gambling.
Bet that the firepower of his two guns was enough to crush the US military, and bet that the US military would not have a chance to shoot him a second time.
But it's a pity that Wu Qianli seems to have lost the bet.
The Thompson submachine gun in his hand will soon run out of bullets, and there is no cover to hide around. It seems that he will soon be dead.
At this moment, under the platform on the second floor
Without the fire suppression of the US military, Pinghe quickly led the reconnaissance platoon to rush below Child.
"No, the company commander probably tried his best to help us attract the firepower. He must be in danger now!"
Pinghe listened to the gunshots above and immediately understood the general situation, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
"Brother Pinghe, don't worry. Let me come. No matter how aggressive the American devil is, I will lie down for you!"
Wu Wanli said while looking at the second floor platform, and touched the grenade on his chest.
"Wanli! Now your brother is too close to the US military. These grenades may cause accidental damage!"
When Pinghe saw this, he immediately grabbed Wu Wanli's hand and whispered advice.
"Injury to my brother by accident? Impossible! Just watch."
Wu Wanli shook off Pinghe's hand and insisted on throwing the grenade in his hand.
Coincidentally, just when Wu Qianli's Thomson misfired, a few small black spots were thrown up.
Several US soldiers had just raised their M3 submachine guns and were preparing to shoot at Wu Qianli, which was only a dozen meters away.
"Pong——"
At this time, several grenades landed on the platform, making a crisp metal impact sound.
"Fuck you! Another grenade!"
The US military, which had already cast a shadow, simply threw away its submachine guns and rushed to a safe position in the rear.
However, a few seconds later, there was no explosion of the grenade.
"You idiots, you were fooled by the volunteers! These grenades pose no threat at all!"
US commander Child pointed to the grenade on the ground and roared loudly.
The U.S. military turned their heads to look, and then realized that the grenades thrown up were real. They had not opened the tabs and would not explode at all.
It turned out that Wu Wanli had already thought of the possible accidental damage caused by the grenade, and simply used this method to scare the US military and buy Wu Qianli time.
"This guy Wan Li is finally no longer the young boy he was before. He has made great progress!"
Wu Qianli praised Wu Wanli in his heart, exerted force on his legs, and rushed forward as fast as possible.
At this moment, Wu Qianli was like Caesar in the West, covered in blood and with a death bayonet in his hand, approaching like a gust of wind, frightening the American troops present.
"Asshole! Why are you standing still! He is alone, alone! Stop him quickly!"
Child was the first to react from his daze. He kicked the soldier in front of him on the butt and shouted loudly.
In fact, at this time, as long as one US military is willing to rush over and block Wu Qianli for two seconds, the US military behind him will definitely beat Wu Qianli into a sieve.
Of course, those who were shot into a sieve also included the US military who risked their lives to block the attack for five thousand miles.
However, people are always selfish, especially the American soldiers who are all smart.
For them, why should I die? Why can't you go up and stop this murderer?
As a result, many American troops in the front gave up their submachine guns dropped not far away and turned around and ran back.
The U.S. troops behind wanted to shoot, but helplessly looked at the fleeing friendly forces and couldn't find any chance to shoot.
Until the U.S. troops in front fled to the back, a U.S. military noncommissioned officer who had been prepared raised his submachine gun and was about to shoot.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Wu Qianli, who was rushing towards him at extremely fast speed, had already approached him and grabbed the body of his gun with a hand as strong as iron pliers.
"ah!"
The American soldier looked at Wu Qianli's joking face, screamed in panic, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.
In a flash of lightning, Wu Qianli suddenly cocked the submachine gun, and the dark muzzle was immediately pointed in the direction of Child and others.
"嘘嘚嘚嘚嘚嘚嘚嘚嘚..."
The submachine gun quickly sprayed out countless bullets, making a dense roar.
However, these American submachine gun bullets hit themselves.
"ah!"
Many American soldiers who were hit wailed loudly and fell heavily to the ground.
Even some American soldiers were shot through fatally by bullets before they could even scream, and they saw God on the spot.
On the platform, clouds of blood mist spattered and exploded, and countless pieces of rotten meat lay on the ground, paving the ground together with brass bullets.
At this time, even Child's eyes widened and his legs trembled with fear.
You must know that on the Pacific battlefield, thousands of Japanese elite pig charges did not break through a single US machine gun position!
Now, just one Chinese soldier has torn apart their double-layered defense line built with countless firepower!
"It's him! The master of that Chinese demon army!"
Child looked at the fierce Wu Qianli and immediately recalled the contents of a newspaper, and couldn't help but subconsciously take two steps back.
Wu Qianli looked at them and ignored the psychological changes of the US troops. While they were shocked, he directly picked up the submachine gun on the ground and pointed it at the US troops and fired.
"Pang pong pong pong pong..."
Under the turbulent shooting, countless bullet casings were thrown to the ground, fell and rebounded, making a crisp sound.
Until Wu Qianli ran out of bullets, almost all the American soldiers fell in a pool of blood, struggling.
Even Child was hit in the stomach by a stray bullet, looking at Wu Qianli who was approaching step by step, his eyes dejected.
"Sir, we surrender! Don't kill us! I hope you will abide by international practices and treat prisoners preferentially!"
Child had a longing look on his face, and even his lips trembled slightly as he begged for mercy loudly.
Wu Qianli took a look at the U.S. military commander's injuries and estimated that he would not live long before he put down the butt of the gun that was about to hit his head.
Everyone has his own master on the battlefield, there is no right or wrong.
There is no need to fire some guns, and Wu Qianli will not be greedy for this little record.
However, just when Wu Qianli put down the butt of his gun and planned to walk to the other side, a fierce light flashed in Child's eyes.
His face darkened, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a spare pistol from his waist, raising it to aim at Wu Qianli.
"court death!"
Seeing Child's insidious behavior, Wu Qianli flew up angrily and kicked the arm holding the gun.
"boom!"
A pistol bullet was fired, but flew towards the ceiling.
"Crack-"
Child felt the sharp pain from being kicked in his hand, subconsciously loosened his fingers and dropped the pistol to the ground.
Wu Qianli stepped on Child's hand, picked up the pistol, and shot him three times in the chest.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three bullets violently penetrated Child's heart, causing it to completely stop beating.
When Pinghe and others climbed onto the platform and looked at the corpses on the ground and Wu Qianli covered in blood, expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces.
Judging from the results of this battle, Pinghe and others all became a feint attack to attract the firepower of the US military.
And in Wu Qianli, one person acted as the main attack force and annihilated all the American troops here!
"Clean the battlefield quickly! Prepare to attack the water pump room on the bridge and take down the US military headquarters!"
Wu Qianli wiped the blood on his neck with an indifferent expression and ordered in a deep voice.
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