The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 153 The decisive battle of Xiaokaolin, the dignity is only between the sword's edge!

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the U.S. attack headquarters

The disgraced Alexander walked into the command hall, and exchanged glances with the injured Nicholas, both of whom saw the flame of revenge in the other's eyes.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Before the two exchanged greetings, the phone rang in a hurry.

A trace of uneasiness appeared on Alexander's face, but he still took the call bravely.

"Alexander! Why did the gunfire from Kokaolin stop? Has it captured the top of the mountain?"

"Don't tell me that if you hand over tens of thousands of elites, you won't be able to take down a mountain!"

Just as Alexander picked up the phone, Brigadier General Laroulac's stern voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Report sir, we have dealt heavy damage to the Volunteer Army, and now they have suffered heavy losses, it is already at the end of their strength!"

There was a trace of cold sweat on Alexander's back, so he had to pretend to be calm and said.

"Only a lone army of the Volunteer Army, the supply of medicine and ammunition is almost completely blocked, and you still can't fight it!?"

"The group army on the west line of Changjin Lake is already retreating, and the Shuimen Bridge, the only way we have to pass, has been bombed by the volunteers again. If we drag it on, we will not be able to catch up with the aircraft carrier in Xingnan Port!"

"Damn it, I'll give you another three hours, if you can't take Xiaokaolin, go see God!"

Laroulac on the other end of the phone heard Alexander's subtext, and suddenly burst into an angry tone, shouting sharply

"Beep beep..."

Listening to the sound of the phone hanging up, Alexander slowly put down the receiver, with a hint of determination on his face.

"Mr. Nicholas, I'm afraid we'll have to wager everything to win this battle."

Alexander frowned, fixed his eyes on the position of Xiao Gaoling on the battle map, and growled.

Nicholas nodded silently, knowing that it was time to retreat.

With a sound of orders, countless American soldiers on the US military positions set up the formation, and the cannons were unloaded one after another.

The decisive battle is coming.

………………

At the same time, the position of the Seventh Interspersed Company
Wu Wanli's body was covered with weapons and ammunition, and he crawled towards the position with the soldiers who had gained a lot.

"Brother, these American devils are really fat!"

"A lot of bullets were collected, more than [-] grenades, seven Browning heavy machine guns were seized, and more than [-] submachine guns of various types!"

Wu Wanli walked over as he spoke, the things on his body were still making clanking noises.

"Stinky boy, why don't you just hide the wine on purpose?"

Yu Congrong snatched a flat and square tin can with sharp eyes Wu Wanli seized with a smile.

When he opened it, the mellow whiskey smell wafted across the battlefield.

"Yu Congrong, don't be greedy! This alcohol must be reserved for the wounded, and you can't drink it casually."

Seeing Yu Congrong swallowing his saliva, Mei Sheng quickly snatched the whiskey with a smile and taught him a lesson.

"Ham, don't worry, instructor, I'll just smell it, and there will be no violation of discipline."

Yu Congrong scratched the back of his head, his old blushing sophistry.

Wu Qianli looked at the blood-stained soldiers on the ground, felt a pain in his heart, and waved his hands to distribute the alcohol and medical supplies.

However, these high-spirited fighters did not compete for scarce medicine, but queued up to receive bullets and grenades first.

"Don't worry, company commander, our little injuries are nothing."

"When these American devils are overthrown, let's go to the field hospital to recuperate."

Seeing Wu Qianli's distressed expression, a soldier immediately opened his chapped and bleeding lips and said with a smile.

Wu Qianli looked at these cutest people, his heart trembled slightly, and his eyes were a little red.

Megatron the world, a century of peace was not achieved by lip service, it was achieved by countless such fighters with one shot at a time.

China expects peace, but the Chinese never beg for peace!
Dignity is only on the edge of the sword, truth is only within the range of the cannon!
To deter the world powers and dominate the forest of nations will start from the beginning of the bloody battle in Xiaokaolin!
Wu Qianli quickly pulled up the bolt of the sniper rifle, looking down at the position with eagle-like eyes.

Looking at the corpses of the US soldiers lying quietly on the periphery, Wu Qianli suddenly frowned, and something was wrong in his heart.

"What's the matter, company commander, is there a new American devil army climbing the mountain?"

Yu Congrong looked at Wu Qianli's solemn expression, quickly set up the heavy machine gun, and turned his head to ask.

"No! It's because the American devils have not attacked for so long that something is wrong."

Mei Sheng looked at Wu Qianli's appearance, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and a faint sense of uneasiness emerged in his heart.

"Let the comrades in the position be ready to fight at any time, the American devils are about to launch a general attack!"

After Wu Qianli finished speaking, thinking of Pinghe who had not returned for a long time, he grabbed the Springfield sniper rifle and rushed out of the position.

Some soldiers hadn't reacted yet, they stared blankly at Wu Qianli who was rushing towards the snow curtain, slightly stunned.

"call out--"

"call out--"

At this time, the sound of two urgently whistling shells piercing the air was getting closer and closer.

"boom!"

The flames of the explosion bloomed brilliantly, stinging everyone's eyes.

"Damn it, it really is here."

Wu Qianli was slammed back into the ditch by the shock wave of the explosion, gritted his teeth and shook off the dust on his body, and roared in a low voice.

"Brother! Look!"

Wu Wanli pointed to the sky and said nervously.

In the sky, black dots like shooting stars pierced the night sky.

When they reached the highest point, they flashed an extremely strong red light for an instant.

"Fire! (Fire!)"

On the US artillery position, Nicholas looked at Yin Hong in mid-air, and suddenly waved and shouted.

"Bam—"

The moment Nicholas waved his hand, dozens of cannons erupted with deafening "roars" at the same time.

In mid-air, clusters of high-speed rotating shells passed through the clouds, getting closer and closer to the position.

"Bombardment! Take cover!"

Wu Qianli raised his voice and yelled at the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company behind him.

"Damn it, lie down, don't show your head!"

Looking at the dense shells, Yu Congrong also trembled in his heart, and hurriedly shouted.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as Yu Congrong finished speaking, there were rapid and sharp explosions.

The huge boulders on the snow exploded, and the whole mountain seemed to tremble.

Facing the super decibel noise, Wu Qianli had no choice but to cover his ears tightly, and leaned close to the earth wall of the trench.

"Brother, are our trenches about to collapse!?"

Wu Wanli looked at the cracked trench soil and said in horror.

"Lean to the corner of the trench! Don't show your head!"

Wu Qianli looked at the dust and stones that kept flying down, gritted his teeth and loudly warned.

When the sound of the cannon gradually weakened a little, everyone rubbed their ears and took a slight breath.

Only Yu Congrong seemed to remember something, and looked out of the position.

"Company commander, isn't Pinghe and the reconnaissance platoon on guard outside? Why haven't you come back after such heavy shelling!"

Yu Congrong raised his body slightly, and said with some concern.

"The shelling by the American devils was too sudden, maybe Pinghe and the others..."

When Wu Qianli thought of this, his heart was shocked, he picked up the Springfield sniper rifle and wanted to rush out.

"Company commander, the American devils are about to attack the mountain, and it is too risky to step out of the position now!"

Mei Sheng grabbed Wu Qianli's hand urgently, and warned loudly.

"Bam—"

A howling cannonball fell not far away, and the huge explosion power directly blew up a mound of soil, and countless dust rolled down.

Mei Sheng also staggered under the impact, and almost fell to the ground.

"Leave me alone, the command right is temporarily handed over to Mei Sheng, and he will garrison the position."

"I will not abandon the comrades of our Seventh Interlude Company for anything!"

Wu Qianli turned his head and said loudly to Mei Sheng with a serious face.

After hearing Wu Qianli's words, everyone was moved, but they still looked at him worriedly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring back the comrades of the reconnaissance platoon alive, and none of them will be missing!"

Wu Qianli said one last sentence, and wearing a white cloak, he plunged into the snow mixed with gunpowder smoke.

As soon as he rushed out, clusters of orange-red flames shot up into the sky rapidly, almost covering the entire battlefield.

In an instant, the sharp high temperature spread instantly, forcibly pressing down on the snow on the top of the mountain, and the water vapor burst out.

And there was a thick cannonball that was accelerating towards him, and the piercing noise almost tore Wu Qianli's eardrums apart.

"Grandma's..."

Wu Qianli cursed secretly, and rolled on the spot violently, narrowly dodging the flames from the explosion.

When the artillery fire subsided slightly, Wu Qianli resisted the dizziness in his head and struggled to get up.

"Ping He! Ping He! Did you hear that! You fucking don't pretend to be dead!"

"Comrades in the reconnaissance platoon, I heard a response!"

With a dry voice, Wu Qianli shouted loudly on the battlefield.

Not far away, clusters of exploding flames were still raging.

The explosion that resounded through the sky was like the roar of a beast, forcibly suppressing Wu Qianli's voice.

Wu Qianli shouted while running with a cold rifle.

The ground under his feet was shaking constantly, and the splashing earth and rocks and the exploded corpses reflected each other.

The biting snow and the oncoming heat wave merged together, and there was an unpleasant smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in the air.

"boom!"

Another shell exploded not far away, this time Wu Qianli couldn't dodge in time, and was slammed into the snow by the powerful shock wave.

"Hiss—his grandma's, this cannonball is too hot to touch, so you have to smash it with your life."

Wu Qianli took a deep breath and inserted his hands into the icy snowdrift, and it took him a while to wake up.

Suddenly, he felt buzzing in his left ear, and when he touched it with his hand, it turned out to be a smear of bright red blood!

He frowned, but he still gritted his teeth and got up, moving forward into the distance.

After getting up again, Wu Qianli became a lot more cautious.

With a half-bowed body, he passed through streaks of orange-red flames, dodged waves of shock waves, and marched on the battlefield like a ghost.

The cold wind in North Korea was bitter, but under the heat waves, his cheeks flushed a little.

Finally, Wu Qianli heard a familiar voice from the snowy ridge on the right.

"Company commander! Here! We are here!"

Ping He opened his mouth a little weakly, and shouted loudly at Wu Qianli

Wu Qianli turned his head to look, only to find the reconnaissance platoon huddled under a low bunker.

But Ping He's face was pale, and the wound on his leg kept gushing bright red blood.

"Company commander, you came just in time, take the reconnaissance platoon away, they don't want to move."

"I can't run anymore, leave me a gun and a dozen rounds of ammunition, and I have to drag a few American devils to back me up."

Pinghe's eyes were slightly red, and he said to Wu Qianli with some excitement.

"You fucking shut up! I'll carry you if you can't walk anymore, don't say such despondent words!"

Wu Qianli ran towards Pinghe's position while cursing.

Just as Wu Qianli had just picked up Pinghe in the corner, a new round of bombing in the sky approached again, and two shells happened to block Pinghe's position.

Wu Qianli gritted his teeth, exerted force on his hind legs, and ran towards the safe side like a gust of wind.

"Boom! Boom!"

Just a few seconds after Wu Qianli ran away, two explosions exploded violently.

The fragments were deeply embedded in the soil under the huge impact, and even Wu Qianli, who was carrying the person on his back, was knocked half a meter high and fell heavily to the ground.

"Captain!"

Seeing this, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon immediately roared impatiently.

When the billowing smoke dissipated, Wu Qianli endured the pain for the first time and stood up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, no one became happy. Everyone looked at the raging flames all around, and they all fell silent.

Scattered blood clots were blown all over the place, and the blood-stained khaki cotton jacket made crackling noises under the flames of war.

"Company commander! How are you doing!"

At this time, Yu Congrong led a dozen or so soldiers of the fire platoon, bowing his body and rushing quickly.

Wu Qianli was moved when he saw these comrades rushing towards him.

"It's just in time, hurry up and rescue the wounded with me."

"They're all our comrades, we can't miss any of them, save them all!"

Wu Qianli knew that now was not the time to be sentimental, so he immediately dropped a few words and rushed towards the reconnaissance platoon.

"Yes!"

"His grandma, don't just stand still, rush with me, and save the comrades!"

Yu Congrong looked at the wounded in the distance, felt a twinge in his heart, and hurriedly rushed over.

Soon, the soldiers of the firepower platoon braved the artillery fire to move the comrades of the reconnaissance platoon to a safe place.

A number of wounded were transported back to the battlefield, and Mei Sheng hurriedly called for the health workers to treat them.

When all the wounded were rescued, the scent of whiskey used for disinfection pervaded the battlefield.

Mei Sheng led the hygienists to bandage the soldiers distressedly.

Wu Qianli didn't care about the pain and exhaustion of his body, and personally wrapped gauze on Pinghe's thigh.

"Company commander, I'm sorry comrades, I didn't lead the reconnaissance platoon well..."

"Nearly half of the comrades in the reconnaissance platoon were killed or injured. I..."

Ping He, who used to be reticent in the past, could not help his eyes turning red and his sobs choked up when he saw the plight of the soldiers on the battlefield.

"Don't talk about these things, this is the sin of the American devils, let's get the place back!"

"They are trying to break through our defense this time, and we want to block them!"

"Let these bastards pay the price of blood for every step forward!"

While bandaging Pinghe, Wu Qianli cursed angrily.

When Wu Qianli had just been bandaged, the lightly wounded on the ground grabbed their guns and pulled the bolts.

"Brother, the American Devils are here!"

Wu Wanli looked down at the position, gripped his submachine gun tightly, and reminded loudly.

Wu Qianli's eyes froze immediately, and when he looked up, American steel helmets glowed slightly blue under the moonlight.

The position of this group of US troops was only a hundred meters away from the position, and there were a large number of them, covering the mountains and fields in the form of skirmishers.

It turned out that while the artillery fire was extending, the U.S. military rushed up almost stepping on the rear end of the artillery fire.

In order to win the final general offensive, the U.S. military also risked their lives.

"His grandma has a ball! It's just right, give me a hard hit! Fuck these bastards to death!"

Wu Qianli roared angrily, raised his submachine gun, and shot at the U.S. troops.

The final decisive battle in Kokaolin begins here!
(End of this chapter)