The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 106 The Rage of the Mustang Fighter

"The planes of the American devils are coming, quickly take cover and retreat towards the mountain!"

Wu Qianli was the first to hear the roar of the plane's motor, and quickly ordered to retreat.

However, at this time, the eyes of a large number of American prisoners lit up, but the expressions on their faces were different.

Several black soldiers looked at each other, and they all had the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to escape.

"This is a good opportunity. If we don't run, I'm afraid we won't know how we will be treated. )”

The black soldier Jack looked at the approaching black dot in the distant sky, and whispered to his companions.

The other two black U.S. soldiers also nodded slightly, and watched the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company behind them.

For them, it is better to be a straggler than to be a captive of the volunteer army.

In this way, you can still rob North Korean villages and abuse their women, why bother to follow the volunteers to eat corn bread.

Anyway, as long as they had enough fun and fun, whether they surrendered to the volunteers or returned to the U.S. military, they could save their lives.

With such thoughts in mind, several American soldiers wandered around and unconsciously fell on one side of the team, waiting for an opportunity at any time.

"A few American devils over there, don't they want to live? Hurry up and get into the woods!"

Yu Congrong observed the changes of these American soldiers, and hurriedly held the submachine gun in his hand, cursing and rushing over.

"We've been spotted, run away! (We've been spotted, run away!)"

American soldier Jack couldn't understand Yu Congrong's words. Seeing him chasing him murderously, he thought he was going to be shot, so he quickly ran away with oil on his feet.

Seeing this, several other fellow black American soldiers followed Yu Congrong and ran to the distance on the other side before Yu Congrong arrived.

"No, stop them quickly, and never let them run away!"

Wu Qianli reminded the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company, while chasing after him.

After all, panic will spread quickly. If these American soldiers escape, after the opening is completed, other American soldiers will also flee.

And after these 200 defeated soldiers fled back to the US military garrison and were reorganized, they were another force that could kill and injure volunteers in large numbers.

"Bah, where do you black devils want to go?"

At this time, Lei Gong, who was closest to him, was the first to attack while cursing.

"puff--"

Lei Gong took out the army thorn from his waist, and slammed it into the chest of a fleeing American soldier.

"what!"

The U.S. soldier only had time to let out a scream before covering the bleeding hole in his chest, and fell straight down on the snow.

The other soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company also reacted one after another and took out their bayonets, aiming at the fleeing American soldiers and stabbing them.

In a short period of time, the US military's escape momentum was contained, and the position of the Seventh Interlude Company was not exposed prematurely.

But as the corpses of American soldiers fell, the strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of the American prisoners.

"Oh god, they're going to kill us, these nasty demons! (Oh god, these volunteers want to kill us, these nasty demons!)"

A U.S. sergeant shouted angrily with a red neck.

He just didn't want to fight again for peace, but he didn't expect that the volunteer army would still attack them cruelly.

"Guys, let's fight them, anyway, both sides and sides are dead!"

Many U.S. prisoners who didn't know the truth were incited, and rushed towards the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company beside them.

Two American soldiers quickly rushed to the nearest Wu Wanli, but they were kicked down by Wu Wanli on the snow.

"Just because you still want to kill me? Die!"

Wu Wanli looked at the U.S. military who fell down on the snow, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain, and raised the butt of the submachine gun in his hand high, trying to smash it down.

However, at this time, a strong white soldier quietly walked around behind him.

And he gritted his teeth and grabbed the butt of the submachine gun in Wu Wanli's hand, strangled Wu Wanli's neck, and pulled back fiercely.

"elder brother--"

The trachea of ​​Wu Wanli's neck was tightly squeezed by the gun butt, his face flushed red from being unable to breathe, and a dizzy feeling of suffocation was slowly hitting him.

Wu Wanli desperately hit the American soldier on the back with his elbow, but the American soldier refused to let go no matter what.

However, at this time, an American soldier who was kicked to the ground by him struggled to get up, took out the military stab from his waist, and stabbed him hard in the stomach.

Seeing that the bayonet was about to penetrate Wu Wanli's belly, the face of the American soldier holding the bayonet couldn't help showing the pleasure of revenge.

"what!"

However, at this time, accompanied by a wail, it was the American soldier who fell down on the snow again, with severe pain that was almost numb in his left waist.

It turned out that Wu Qianli arrived in time, and Wu Wanli was rescued with a sharp kick.

Seeing this, the U.S. troops who had restrained Wu Wanli realized that something was wrong, so they quickly pushed Wu Wanli to the ground, grabbed the submachine gun, and aimed it at Wu Qianli's body.

"not good!"

At this time, Wu Qianli was only a few meters away from the US military, but the speed of the gun must be faster than others.

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

Sure enough, a shuttle of bullets spewed out instantly, and the flickering gun flames reflected the hideous and distorted faces of the American soldiers.

However, at this time, Wu Qianli had already pounced on the snow in front of him, approaching the position of the American soldiers in a nearly gliding manner.

"Fuck you!"

Seeing that a shuttle of bullets emptied, the American soldiers lowered their guns angrily, trying to beat Wu Qianli into a sieve.

However, Wu Qianli had already approached the American soldier, grabbed his ankle fiercely, and yanked him back fiercely.

"shit!"

Under the huge pulling force, the American soldier's center of gravity was unstable, and he immediately fell on his back, hitting the back of his head hard on the snow.

"Death to Laozi!"

Wu Qianli snatched the submachine gun from the American soldier, and smashed it hard on the head with the butt of the gun.

For a moment, a cloud of bright red blood sprayed out, and the American soldiers only felt a buzzing in their ears, and then their eyes went dark, and they lost consciousness.

Just as Wu Qianli got up, another American soldier picked up the bayonet on the ground and pierced Wu Qianli's lower body with a vicious stabbing method that would cut off his offspring.

"Da da da……"

Wu Qianli aimed with a cold face, and the American soldier shot from the lower body, and the American soldier immediately rolled over and howled on the ground covering his lower body.

It's not that Wu Qianli, like the US military, wants to take revenge on someone viciously.

If you just raise the muzzle of the gun and shoot, the bullets with huge penetrating potential energy can easily accidentally injure other comrades.

"It's okay, Wanli, can you still fight?"

Wu Qianli picked up the army thorn on the ground and handed it to Wu Wanli who was in a little pain.

"Don't worry brother, I can still fight, these American devils don't want to live."

Wu Wanli grabbed the snow on the ground and wiped it on his face, the cold and tingling sensation woke him up instantly.

Filled with anger and hatred, Wu Wanli took the bayonet and rushed towards the resisting U.S. troops.

But soon, all the U.S. troops who dared to resist were slaughtered, and most of them were U.S. soldiers who fled in the direction of the plane, hoping to be covered by anti-aircraft fire.

"Oh man, did you hear gunshots? Maybe the fight isn't over yet. (Oh man, did you hear gunshots? Maybe the fight isn't over yet.)"

The young American pilot on a "Mustang" fighter jet frowned and asked, pulling the joystick and flying in the direction of the gunfire.

"It seems that the polar bear regiment and the command post have been wiped out by this volunteer army, we have to be careful. (It seems that the polar bear regiment and the command post have been wiped out by this volunteer army, we have to be careful.)"

An old American pilot with a beard on his mouth frowned and said worriedly.

After all, on the front line, he had never seen such a tragic scene. The burning steel wreckage burned the nearby US troops to ashes.

The huge charred gun craters produced by the explosion of the shells are everywhere, even if they are pulled up to the sky, they can be clearly observed.

And their highest command post on the Eastern Front could not even find a complete building, only some ruins remained.

"Don't worry, man, no matter how powerful the land troops of the Volunteer Army are, they can rarely threaten our Air Force .)"

The young American pilot smiled casually. In his eyes, the land troops of the Volunteer Army were just a bunch of rats waiting to be slaughtered.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

With the roar of the aircraft motor gradually approaching, the U.S. military's "Mustang" fighter jet made a beautiful maneuver in the sky, then turned its head and charged in the direction of Wu Qianli and others.

Just now their target was the US military command post, so they were a little bit off from the position of the seventh interspersed company, but this did not prevent them from quickly approaching now.

"The seventh interlude listens to the order, all retreat, stop chasing, and kill them with bullets!"

While shouting, Wu Qianli raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired wildly at the backs of the American soldiers.

In fact, if all the American soldiers revolted violently and fought in close combat, there would be a chance of survival.

But now they took the initiative to run backwards, widening the distance from the [-]th Interlude Company. Without worrying about accidentally injuring friendly troops, they could use their full firepower to harvest.

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

The soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company retreated while pouring bullets at the American soldiers, and the gushing tongues of flames cut down the American soldiers like wheat.

Although a large number of U.S. troops were wiped out, the gunshots and flashes of bullets also completely exposed the position of the Seventh Interlude Company.

"Oh, they're so aggressive, let's give them some color. (Oh, they're so aggressive, let's give them some color.)"

Looking at the fellow U.S. soldiers who were massacred below, the younger U.S. pilot couldn't restrain himself. He pulled the joystick with anger in his heart, and the "Mustang" fighter jet swooped down rapidly.

The other older U.S. pilot kept an eye out, let the plane make a small turn, and rushed towards the back road where Wu Qianli and others retreated, trying to seal the retreat of the Seventh Interlude Company.

"Speed ​​up and run into the forest!"

Wu Qianli yelled, aiming the submachine gun in his hand at the front of the propeller of the U.S. aircraft.

The experienced Wu Qianli had already calculated the amount of advance, and a shuttle of bullets just shuttled in front of the US fighter jet.

"shit!"

The young U.S. pilot looked at the bullets in front of him and cursed secretly, and gently shook the joystick to turn the fuselage sideways, avoiding the deadly bullets.

If he had just reacted two seconds late, the plane would have hit the bullet and the result would have been destroyed.

Of course, at this time, the old U.S. military pilots have obeyed them.

Although some soldiers also fired shots, the American pilots used their superb flying skills to avoid those bullets and still swooped down.

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

Accompanied by the roar of the machine gun hanging from the plane, a shuttle of brass bullets hit the body of the soldiers of the seventh interspersed company in an instant.

The missiles with huge impact instantly tore apart their flesh and organs.

"His grandma, if you have the ability to come down and fight with us for real."

Fire platoon soldier Tieniu looked at the fallen comrades, picked up the bazooka in his hand angrily, and shot at the U.S. aircraft.

Although he also calculated the amount of advance, after all, he did not have the system fire rate bonus of Wu Qianli before.

As a result, the rockets with white tail steam could not hit the US aircraft at all, so they had to drill into the dark blue sky.

"What are you doing so stupidly here? Quickly retreat into the woods, not everyone is as perverted as our company commander."

Yu Congrong looked at the impatient Tie Niu, and dragged him into the woods while talking.

After a while, all the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company got into the mountain.

However, the U.S. fighter jets continued to hover in the sky, sweeping a few bullets from time to time, as if they were not reconciled.

"Oh man, did you just let these volunteers go? (Oh man, did you just let these volunteers go?)"

Looking at the densely packed corpses of American soldiers on the ground, the young American pilot asked rather angrily.

“They are under the cover of the forest and cannot be shot by us at all. (They are under the cover of the forest and cannot be shot by us at all.)”

The veteran U.S. pilot shrugged rationally and said calmly.

"Hahaha, but I seem to see another target. (Hahaha, I seem to see another target.)"

The young American pilot was a little frustrated, but he immediately noticed several moving figures on the ground.

As a result, the two U.S. F-51D "Mustang" fighter jets immediately turned around and flew towards a snow field in the distance.

Seeing the U.S. planes circling and flying away, everyone in the Seventh Interlude Company also breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, Wu Qianli looked around, but suddenly found something wrong.

"Where did Ping He go?"

While Wu Qianli was asking, he pushed aside the comrades around him and looked around.

"It's broken, isn't Pinghe still being targeted by the planes of the American devils outside?"

Mei Sheng also helped to search for it, but found that there was no trace of Ping He, so he couldn't help asking with some worry.

After everyone heard the words, they immediately turned their heads to look at the trace of the plane in the distance, but saw that the two fighter jets did not fly high, but reduced the flying distance, as if they had found the target.

"Leave me alone, retreat first, don't risk your own lives"

At this time, Ping He, who was worried by everyone, said while covering the wound on his arm, walking forward with some difficulty.

"Platoon leader, what are you talking about, grit your teeth and get through it, we will be fine."

Wu Jin, a member of the reconnaissance platoon, held the gun in his right hand, continued to support Pinghe with his left hand, and retreated towards the woods.

Surrounding Pinghe, there were also some escorting reconnaissance platoon soldiers, holding Garand rifles and looking around vigilantly.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

However, at this time, the roar of the motors of the U.S. fighter jets surprised the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, and a huge murderous aura seemed to be approaching them quickly.

(End of this chapter)