The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 105 Additional Rewards of the Bright Sword System

"Da da da da da..."

Wu Qianli coldly aimed at the American figure shaking in front of him, and directly swept over with two shuttles.

The flying bullets were like sharp swords, piercing through the boundless snow and the bodies of American soldiers.

Many U.S. troops who had fled halfway staggered and fell to the ground instantly under the impact of the bullets, lying in a pool of blood, and never got up again.

McLean, who was playing dead on the snow, swallowed very covertly, looking a little unnatural.

The rapid sound of the submachine gun stimulated his fragile heart, and the distance between him and Wu Qianli was less than ten meters.

What's more deadly is that the heat waves from the blazing flames hit his face, causing him to break out a thin layer of fine sweat.

Under the light of the flickering fire, the sweat droplets from a "corpse" lying on the ground are so crystal clear and eye-catching.

"Oh, I gotta calm down right now, he won't find me, no. (Oh, I gotta calm down right now, he won't find me, no.)"

McLean kept comforting himself in his heart, and at the same time prayed to Jesus and God to bless him to pass through safely.

In fact, beside him, a Colt pistol lay there quietly, flickering with a faint stream of black iron.

But McLean only dared to close his eyes tightly at this time, and did not dare to have any thoughts of violently killing Wu Qianli.

After all, he was surrounded by soldiers from the assault platoon, so even if he succeeded in the sneak attack, he would not escape death.

"Collect the regiment flag of the American Devils to Lao Tzu, and, go ahead and kill them with all your strength, their big fish will definitely not go far!"

Wu Qianli frowned slightly, and instructed the soldiers of the assault platoon.

Although the overall situation of this battle is now settled, he is still a little distressed.

If McLean, the leader of the polar bear group, cannot be killed, his mission will be considered a failure.

And in the night when the stars and the moon are dim, it is not easy to find a single person in the chaotic American army.

Wu Qianli frowned while thinking, while walking forward with a Thomson submachine gun.

His thick cowhide boots stepped on the shell casings on the snow, making a faint sound, and the sound was getting closer and closer to McClain.

At this moment, McLean's heart is becoming more and more nervous. His life and death will only be decided within a few seconds.

At this moment, listening to the shouts and gunshots of the volunteers gradually receding, McClain gradually had a bold idea in his mind.

"This person should be the commander of the Volunteer Army. (This person should be the commander of the Volunteer Army.)"

"If you kill him, you can have an explanation when you go back (If you can kill him, you can at least have an explanation when you go back.)"

After thinking about it, McLean simply made up his mind and gritted his teeth to make a decision.

After all, if the elite polar bear group were buried here, and he hadn't made any achievements, even if he went back, he might not be able to survive.

What's more, his grandmother in Texas is still waiting for him to go back to eat turkey for Christmas and have a family reunion.

Thinking of this, McLean opened his eyes slightly, and roughly observed the specific position of the pistol.

Although the hair on his left side is clinging to the cold snow, it should be very cold.

But due to excessive tension, his messy russet hair was still wet, and the frozen yellow hairs clumped together and turned into ice bars.

"It's time, may Jesus bless, let me kill this damn volunteer army! (It's time, may Jesus bless, let me kill this damn volunteer army!)"

While McLean was muttering in his heart, Wu Qianli had already arrived, only two steps away from him.

With his slightly opened eyes, he could even observe the cracks on Wu Qianli's leather boots. Infinite madness suddenly surged in his heart.

"Go to hell! (Go to hell!)"

While roaring, McLean quickly grabbed the Colt pistol with his right hand, and his whole body exploded instantly.

But Wu Qianli didn't panic at all, instead he snorted coldly and looked at McLean as if he was watching a joke.

Just now, he had keenly observed the white steam from McClain's nostrils, and he had already guessed that there was something wrong with him.

Seeing Wu Qianli's calm performance, McLean felt a wave of panic in his heart.

But now that his arrow was on the string, he had no other choice, so he aimed his gun at Wuqianli as fast as he could.

But at this moment, Wu Qianli's hands like iron pincers instantly grabbed his arm, and he lifted it up suddenly.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the gun flashed by, but the bullet flew into the eternal darkness, without hurting Wu Qianli's body at all.

McLean's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe Wu Qianli could have such fast speed and strength.

Not reconciled, he immediately pressed the elbow of the other hand against Wu Qianli's chest fiercely, wanting to use this to distance himself and continue shooting.

But at this moment, Wu Qianli instantly twisted the arm he was holding in the opposite direction.

"Ah-"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone shattering, McLean straightened his painful fingers, and the pistol fell to the snow.

"what--"

At this moment, McLean felt a huge pain hitting the nerves of his brain.

He had no choice but to open his mouth wide, sucking in the cold air in the air like a fan, and wailing in pain from time to time.

"Compared to those escaped American devils, I admire you very much."

"But I'm sorry, you have already lost, Captain McClain."

Wu Qianli said with a chuckle. At the same time, he raised the Thomson submachine gun with his other hand, and pressed the cold muzzle against McClain's head.

However, Wu Qianli's normal smile looked like a Satanic devil's smile to McClain.

At this moment, McClain was very regretful. He never thought that in his eyes, a group of sallow and emaciated Chinese farmers could also arm such an elite army.

"Oh please, sir, leave me alone, I don't want to die. (Oh please, sir, leave me alone, I don't want to die.)"

Feeling the cold muzzle against his forehead, McLean begged Wu Qianli for mercy in an almost pleading tone.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly, you are still useful to me."

As Wu Qianli spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his right hand grabbed McClain's collar, and he lifted it up to his right shoulder.

The leader of the polar bear regiment was carried on the battlefield by Wu Qianli in such a humiliating way.

It wasn't until Wu Qianli found a jeep not far away that he fell heavily on the co-pilot and held his chin with the muzzle of a gun.

"Brother, this is the flag of the Polar Bear Regiment. I've already got it."

At this moment, Wu Wanli was running, speaking with his right hand, grabbing the half-broken flagpole, on which the regimental flag was still flying.

As Wu Wanli jumped into the back seat of the jeep with the regiment flag, McClain seemed to realize what they were about to do, and a huge sense of humiliation swept over him.

"Your commander has been captured alive, lay down your weapons, surrender your guns and not kill! (Your commander has been captured alive, lay down your weapons, surrender your guns and not kill!)"

Wu Qianli roared loudly while driving an old-fashioned US military jeep.

At the same time, Wu Wanli, who was sitting in the back, held the regimental flag in one hand and shot at the U.S. troops who wanted to turn back and resist with a submachine gun in the other.

The other fighters in the assault platoon also used Wuqianli as a sharp knife, and followed closely behind, except for the U.S. soldiers who put down their weapons and knelt down and begged for mercy, they all shot and killed.

Seeing this scene, McLean was so angry that he fainted.

If it is said that the retreating polar bear regiment was organized by the battalion commanders, it is still possible to gather remnants and retain the formation to return to the original US military station.

Now that Wu Qianli did this, the entire polar bear regiment was either killed or surrendered, except for the rout soldiers scattered far away.

After all, even their chief was captured, so what would they insist on.

After the previous defeat and this battle, the American soldiers didn't even have the courage to flee back and continue fighting with the Volunteers.

Simply surrender early, ending his painful journey.

"I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me, I've had enough! (I surrender I surrender, don't kill me, I've had enough!)"

An American soldier fell to his knees, crying with tears streaming down his face.

Many other U.S. troops were also in a similar situation, and the soldiers of the assault platoon directly crossed over to them and continued to pursue.

However, there were also some veterans who just raised their hands in silence and stared forward with numb eyes.

After chasing and fighting like this for a long time, until the sky became a bit hazy, the soldiers of the assault platoon were blushing and sweating.

Even if their physical fitness is extremely tenacious, they are still exhausted after the high-intensity battle and almost a night of chasing and killing.

And by this time, there were only sporadic gunshots from the US military, and the bursts of assault platoon soldiers, and it was basically coming to an end.

"Stop chasing, gather the army and go back!"

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, the cautious Wu Qianli simply ordered to retreat.

In the absence of air supremacy, during the day is the time when U.S. military planes bombard the Volunteer Army's ground troops unscrupulously.

"boom--"

However, at this moment, a stray bullet flew over and just hit McClain's chest, and the blood that flowed out slowly stained the iron sheet of the car red.

Wu Qianli turned his head to look at the unlucky guy, without any expression change, instead he felt that he didn't need to do it himself, which was more worry-free.

During this whole night of pursuit, Wu Qianli and the soldiers of the assault platoon killed hundreds of U.S. troops, most of which were aimed at the backs of U.S. troops.

In addition to the US soldiers who fled, they also left nearly 200 prisoners.

In this battle, their battle loss ratio with the US military has reached an astonishing one to dozens.

Just as Wu Qianli and others pressed the captives back, Yu Congrong and Lei Gong also joined forces to achieve a brilliant record.

In the US military command post, there was originally a battalion of US troops.

When they were halfway through the search, they suddenly heard the sound of shells roaring in the air, and hurriedly searched for the location of the air-raid shelter.

However, after the U.S. military evaded for a while, it was discovered that the shells were not aimed at them.

At this time, Battalion Commander Peter discovered the situation outside after climbing to the commanding heights, and immediately panicked to lead people out to rescue the friendly army.

However, during their delay, the main force of the polar bear regiment outside had been defeated by the Seventh Interlude Company, and was chased by Wu Qianli and others to escape quickly.

At this time, Lei Gong's artillery platoon also aimed the howitzers at their positions, and a violent explosion was staged again in the US military command post.

The serial explosions of countless shells blasted all the courtyard walls to the point of collapse, and houses fell instantly in the flames.

The smoke, dust and flames mixed together, matched with the wailing of American soldiers, interweaving into a new purgatory on earth.

Although Peter rushed out of the courtyard with a small number of American soldiers, it was not freshmen who were waiting for them.

Yu Congrong and the members of the fire platoon had already set up their machine guns, and aimed at the American figures rushing out.

No American army could survive the firepower of dozens of machine guns, and they fell on the snow, becoming another skeleton.

Under such firepower, in less than half an hour, no U.S. troops rushed out of the command post.

And Lei Gong fired all the shells of the howitzer, and the thick howitzer barrel has become extremely red.

"Damn it, it's a pity. I can't even move the heavy artillery of the American devils, otherwise I will definitely protect them as treasures."

After the shelling was over, Lei Gong touched the steel running tube of the howitzer and couldn't help sighing.

Although he couldn't take these howitzers with him, he was content to be able to have a good time at once.

"Go, go to the command post and have a look. I don't believe this. There are still American devils who can survive like this."

As Lei Gong spoke, he led the soldiers of the artillery platoon towards the ruined walls of the command post.

When they arrived at the position, the people of the fire platoon had already gone in and searched, but there was no sound of refilling the gun.

The strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke stimulated Yu Congrong's nasal cavity, and he couldn't even find a complete building, let alone American soldiers.

"Let's not talk about the American devils, even if the gods come, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive."

Yu Congrong looked at the pieces of minced meat on the ground and felt disgusted. The severity even made him, an old soldier, retch twice.

At this time, Wu Qianli and others in the distance also came back with the American prisoners.

The dark figure of the American prisoners really made Yu Congrong and Lei Gong's eyes widen.

"Be good, even if hundreds of pigs are released, they won't be able to catch them all in one night."

Yu Congrong swallowed, looking at the number of American prisoners, feeling emotional in his heart.

However, it must be a good thing if so many American prisoners are on the front line, but now for the Seventh Interlude Company, they have become a hot potato.

"Company commander, what are we going to do with these American captives?"

When Wu Qianli approached, Yu Congrong couldn't help asking worriedly.

"Except for the battalion commander and above, all other U.S. troops are tied up and thrown into the original command post. Let them fend for themselves."

Wu Qianli looked at these American soldiers with dull eyes, showing no mercy at all.

After all, in history, the U.S. military used germ warfare tactics in the Korean War, killing countless soldiers of the Volunteer Army.

Yu Congrong looked at the burning US military command post, and there was still a lot of black smoke inside, so he nodded immediately.

"Ding——congratulations to the host for completing the task of shining the sword!"

"Get the mission reward: God-level rapid marching bonus experience card, after using it, you can rush to the vicinity of Xiajieyuli Airport at an amazing speed!"

"Congratulations to the host. While defeating the Polar Bear Corps, the ratio of damage to the U.S. military exceeded [-]:[-]. An achievement has been achieved—unstoppable."

"Obtain system extra rewards: 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns, and when used by the host himself, the bullets will get a 50.00% speed bonus!"

"The 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns have been automatically stored in the system warehouse for the host, and can be retrieved by the host at any time."

When the system's cold notification sounded in his mind, Wu Qianli couldn't help but feel elated.

Whether it is the speed bonus of the god-level rapid march, or small anti-aircraft artillery fire, they are all treasures that can greatly help the battlefield.

"Near Xiajieyuli Airport..."

Wu Qianli muttered these words, feeling that the system was pointing him to a strategic goal, and fell into deep thought.

At this time, the sound of the humming aircraft motor in the distant sky gradually became clear.

Two US F-51D "Mustang" fighter jets are quickly approaching the position of the seventh interspersed company.

(End of this chapter)