The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 103 I'm Fighting Elites
"The muzzle turned to the ten o'clock direction, extended bombardment with three rapid-fire rounds..."

With a slightly hoarse voice, Lei Gong directed the soldiers in the artillery platoon to adjust the new angle.

"put!"

"Bam—"

With Lei Gong's left hand turning into a knife, he waved forward fiercely, a row of howitzers fired the shells in the chamber instantly, and the muffled sound of steel firing pins rang out in an orderly manner.

"call out--"

The heavy shells streaked across the air, tore through the wind and snow, and smashed hard near the American soldiers.

"Boom! Boom!"

A rapid shell fell quickly, just hitting a US military personnel carrier.

The moment the shell exploded, it also detonated the fuel tank of the car at the same time.

The iron sheet that was still shining just now was instantly shriveled and charred, and the motor of the car was blown aside.

Before the soldiers above had time to jump out of the car, they were thrown into the air along with the steel wreckage.

When the incomplete iron and steel wreckage of the car fell powerlessly with flames, it happened to hit other US troops.

"Ah, it hurts, help me! (Ah, it hurts, help me!)"

Some American soldiers who were crushed under the wreckage of the car survived by chance, and were crying for help in pain.

The iron sheet with metal rust stains had already pierced his thigh, and the bloody lower body directly exposed the white bones.

But obviously, the other U.S. troops were too busy to take care of themselves, and it was too late to escape, so there was no time for him.

The desperate American soldiers could only feel their consciousness gradually disappearing, and everything in front of them became blurred.

After a while, the blazing fire completely devoured his whole body, turning his body into a scorched corpse.

A tank with heavy armor and powerful firepower can turn around and fight Wu Qianli.

However, under the attack of such a huge caliber howitzer, the US tanks could only silently pray that they would not be bombed, and hurriedly fled back.

"Maintain the formation and retreat in an orderly manner! (All keep the formation and retreat in an orderly manner!)"

"Their artillery fire will end soon! (Their artillery fire will end soon!)"

McClain, the head of the polar bear regiment, couldn't help shouting anxiously when he saw the U.S. soldiers making a mess.

But the sound of the shell exploding directly covered his voice.

The dispersed U.S. soldiers almost lost the command of grassroots non-commissioned officers, and their morale and combat effectiveness were greatly weakened.

"boom!"

A howitzer shell whizzed by, just blasting to the left front of McClain's jeep.

A huge cloud of fire from the explosion rose up, and layers of heat waves rushed to McClain's side, making him feel the breath of death.

The huge shock wave caused the high-speed jeep to be overturned directly. Fortunately, McClain jumped out of the car with a quick reaction and survived.

"Fuck you!"

After the diffuse gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, McClain slowly got up from the snow.

The jeep rolled over and stood on the snow. The rear wheels of the car were still spinning rapidly, but the door on the side flew to nowhere.

Fortunately, the shelling had just ended at this time, and two American soldiers nearby hurried forward when they saw this, and helped the jeep back to its right position with great effort.

Enduring the pain in his body, McLean climbed back into the car, and the American soldiers who helped straighten the jeep also got up by the way.

The U.S. sergeant sitting in the driver's seat ignited the fire several times before the jeep restarted.

It's just that the car motor has been making abnormal noises, and the speed has slowed down a lot.

"When I recover, I will definitely kill all these volunteers without leaving any prisoners! (When I recover, I will definitely kill all these volunteers without leaving any prisoners!)"

McLean uttered harsh words angrily, and even the slightly scorched beard around his mouth trembled.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

At this time, a shuttle bullet hit the jeep directly, knocking away some of the iron sheet behind the car, but luckily it didn't hit the tires.

"Damn it, this American devil is very arrogant. He didn't forget to hold the regimental flag on the car when he ran away."

"What kind of elite polar bear group, I am! I am fighting the elite!"

Wu Qianli watched the very conspicuous polar bear regiment flag fluttering in a high profile in the reflection of the beams of wreckage, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

While shooting at the U.S. troops on the road, he led the soldiers of the assault platoon to break through directly to the key point.

"Ding--the host's current battlefield situation has been detected, and a new task of bright sword has been triggered--kill the general and capture the flag!"

"Mission requirements: Shoot and kill McClain, the leader of the U.S. Polar Bear Regiment! Capture the flag of the U.S. Polar Bear Regiment! Destroy the main force of the U.S. Polar Bear Regiment!"

"After the mission is successful, you can get a god-level rapid march experience card. After using it, the group speed will be greatly increased, and you can rush to Xiajieyuli Airport within one day!"

When the cold system prompt echoed in Wu Qianli's mind again, Wu Qianli's eyes lit up immediately, and his steps became much faster.

This means that after he destroys the elite main force of the U.S. military, he can still attack to cut off the U.S. military's air retreat.

Thinking of this, Wu Qianli led the soldiers of the assault platoon to speed up and kill the polar bears in the direction of Tuantuanqi.

In the dark night, the assault platoon was armed with a Thomson submachine gun, firing wildly, and the flashing gun flames were particularly conspicuous.

Countless flying bullets hit the back of the American soldier, splashing up clouds of blood mist, and making the muffled sound of bullets penetrating into flesh.

Some American soldiers hid on the personnel carrier and fired their guns backwards, trying to hinder Wu Qianli's pace of charging.

However, the bullets they fired turned into bright lights for navigation in the dark, exposing the location of densely populated US troops.

Many soldiers of the assault platoon opened the pull ring of the grenade in seconds, and smashed hard at the US military personnel carrier.

Some of the grenades were smashed sideways, bounced off the iron guardrail of the personnel carrier, rolled to the tires and exploded.

Some grenades were thrown directly into the troop carrier, making a sizzling and smoking sound.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of an explosion, the American soldiers in the densely packed cabin had nowhere to hide, and were instantly bloody and dying from the bombing.

"The tank turned around to stop them, and the other infantry relied on the tank to shoot! (The tank turned around to stop them! The infantry relied on the tank to shoot!)"

Seeing the sound of gunshots and shouts of killing getting closer, the panicked McClain hastily issued a military order and organized a counterattack.

At this time, with Wu Qianli and the soldiers of the assault platoon approaching, the howitzers of the artillery platoon were not very good at using their fists, otherwise it would be very easy to accidentally injure friendly troops.

Perhaps feeling that the threat of the shells had dissipated, the retreating US tanks turned around one after another and intercepted them in the direction of Wuqianli's assault.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

"Dang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

When the US tanks blocked the assault platoon fighters, the situation on the battlefield seemed to have quietly changed.

The submachine gun bullets fired by the soldiers of the assault platoon shot out, splashing sparks on the heavy armor of the tank.

However, apart from leaving some grooves, there is no real damage anymore.

"Look how aggressive these volunteers are! Shoot me and kill them! (Look at how arrogant these volunteers are! Shoot me and kill them!)"

When the U.S. Sherman tanks blocked behind, McClain breathed a sigh of relief, gnashing his teeth and screaming.

Thinking that not long ago, their polar bear regiment had more than [-] majestic tanks, but now there are only four or five tanks behind them, McLean felt angry.

And after chasing McLean along the way just now, he clearly realized that although this volunteer army has fierce firepower, its number is not large.

As long as you counterattack one round behind the tank, you can wipe them all out.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of a cannon ejected from the chamber, the strong recoil caused the entire tank to shake backwards, and a shell shot straight at the assault platoon.

"Lie down!"

Wu Qianli yelled while pounced on the snow on the right, and the soldiers in the assault platoon also responded quickly.

"boom!"

The moment the shell exploded, the two soldiers of the assault platoon were directly thrown into the sky, countless snowflakes were violently blown up, and then slowly fell down.

"Hmph, are these American devils great just because they have iron bastards?"

Wu Wanli looked at the sacrificed comrade, and his heart felt like a knife. He immediately threw two anti-tank grenades from his waist, bit off the pull ring, and threw them towards the tank in front of him.

Perhaps it was because the anti-tank grenade was too heavy. When Wu Wanli threw the first grenade, he accidentally threw it crookedly, and it just hit the front armor of the US Sherman tank, leaving only some scorched and incomplete.

However, the second anti-tank grenade happened to hit the track of the US tank, and with a bang, the US tank lost its ability to move.

The soldiers of the assault platoon took out anti-tank grenades one after another and threw them at the several American tanks in front of them.

The anti-tank grenade, which looks silly and thick, has played a huge role at this moment. The tracks that were crushing and moving forward were blown off instantly, and the US Sherman tanks had to lie helplessly in place.

"Against the position of the Volunteer Army, overlay shelling! (Facing the direction of the Volunteer Army, overlay shelling!)"

"machine gun fire and keep up at the same time! (There is also machine gun fire, hurry up and keep up!)"

McLean looked at the lying Sherman tank, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he continued to issue military orders to encircle and suppress.

After all, he had already settled for Wu Qianli and others, the weakness of the small number of troops, as long as the active strength of the volunteer army was slowly consumed, they would not be able to make any waves.

Under McClain's military order, the US tanks slowly turned the turret, and the thick black barrels were aimed at the position of the assault platoon just now.

"All comrades in the assault platoon, take the squad as a unit, and kill the polar bear regiment flag of the U.S. Army!"

Wu Qianli quickly issued an order to break it up into pieces, and the soldiers under him immediately executed it, and under the cover of night, they surrounded McClain.

"Boom! Boom!"

The US tanks were facing forward, and the covering bombarders set off bursts of snow, creating charred craters one by one.

But it's a pity that in the darkness of night, they could only unconsciously fire at the approximate position of the assault platoon.

The assault platoon fighters divided into several combat squads were interspersed and outflanked in the direction of the US military flag. Unless there was US resistance in front, they swept a round of rapid bullets.

By the time the machine guns and shells of the US tanks came, they were no longer in place.

Looking at the posture of the volunteers, McLean couldn't help snorting coldly. Even the military flag next to the military vehicle was not hidden.

Now the confrontation is nothing more than morale and fighting will, as long as the regiment flag does not fall, and the US Sherman tanks block the front as a bunker and half a position.

Their superior number of U.S. troops can drag the battle into a stalemate, and when a large number of fleeing U.S. troops gather back in time, it is time for the polar bear group to fight back.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

Accompanied by the sound of rapid submachine gun fire, part of the bullets hit the iron sheet of the military vehicle beside McLean, and McClain broke out in a cold sweat.

He had already planned to take a risk, but he didn't expect that the elite level of this group of volunteers would be so high, and they would kill him in a short while.

"Sir, shall we retreat for a while? This position is no longer safe. (Sir, or we retreat for a while? This position is no longer safe.)"

A U.S. sergeant covered the bleeding part of his arm, gasping for air, and suggested cautiously.

"No, you must not withdraw. If you withdraw at this time, it will definitely be a rout! (No, you must not withdraw at this time, if you withdraw it will be a rout!)"

McLean gritted his teeth and vetoed the idea of ​​retreating.

Looking at the rout of U.S. troops that were gradually gathering, they hid behind the tanks and fired at the volunteers with a little hesitation on their faces.

It is not difficult to imagine that if they found out that their chief had slipped away first, they would definitely not stay and persist.

To be able to climb to the position of the head of the polar bear group, McClain is by no means a cowardly idiot, and he still has the courage to fight to the death.

In order to boost morale, and in order not to reveal his position so easily, he simply jumped out of the jeep and rushed to the front of the American soldiers.

When McClain raised a Garand rifle and shot at the soldiers of the assault platoon, the morale of the American soldiers finally began to pick up a little.

Many assault platoon fighters who had just killed nearby were discovered by American soldiers, and countless crossfires pressed them in place and could not move.

At this time, some tanks slowly turned their turrets, and were about to aim at the assault platoon fighters who were locked in place.

"Use the enhanced version of the [-]-shot [-]-hit bonus experience card and the enhanced version of the armor-piercing bullet bonus experience card."

Wu Qianli said it silently in his heart, and the bonus immediately applied to him.

This Wu Qianli picked up a Thomson submachine gun next to him, plus the one in his hand, put the two butts on his chest, pointed at the US tank, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

The bullets spewed out wildly hit the armor of the US tank, but they did not bounce off again, but penetrated quickly.

Before the American tank soldiers inside realized what had happened, several blood holes appeared on their bodies in an instant, and blood gushed out.

"boom!"

A Sherman tank was hit by the fuel tank and exploded together with the shells stored in it. The flames of the U.S. troops attached to the tank instantly exploded and engulfed them, turning them into charred corpses.

"What!?"

McLean stared blankly at the exploding tank, his eyes widened in shock, and the steel helmet on his head was blown aside by the shock wave, revealing messy yellow hair.

The other American soldiers also froze in place, and a great sense of fear surged up.

"kill!"

While roaring, Wu Qianli turned the muzzle of the gun and sprayed bullets frantically. In order to lower the muzzle of the gun that was shooting upwards, under the force of his arm, the blue veins were exposed.

(End of this chapter)