The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 67 Nine Dead Lives

After the cold system notification sounded the completion of the several bright sword missions in Wu Qianli's mind, Wu Qianli's face was cloudy and uncertain. He pinched his chin, as if he had fallen into painful choices and contemplation.

It's not that the tasks given by the system are bad and unfeasible, but that each of them has a partial probability of being successful, but they have to pay some due price accordingly.

If it slowly infiltrates according to the bright sword mission, the advantage is that it will be easier to execute, and there should be no particularly difficult tactical actions.

But the disadvantages are also obvious, after all, a lot of precious time will be wasted.

In addition, Pinghe had already dealt with two groups of US sentries before. After the US troops were alerted, if their infiltration had not been completed, the [-]th Interlude Company would probably be cut into two parts, a dilemma.

As for Bright Sword Mission 9, using the lives of a small number of death squads to attract the firepower and attention of the U.S. military, so as to allow large troops to intersperse and infiltrate, this method has a very high success rate. There is basically a [-]% probability that large troops can successfully cross the border, but...

Wu Qianli frowned, looking at each of the comrades of the Seventh Interlude Company under him, they all had an expression of fearlessness on their faces.

And the special luster and translucence in their eyes seems to tell Wu Qianli that as long as there is a need, each of them can dedicate their lives for the army and the country.

"No, how can I use the lives of comrades in the company to attract the US military, and I must never abandon anyone."

Wu Qianli had some thoughts at first, but looking at the soldiers under him, he really couldn't bear it, so he shook his head vigorously and murmured softly.

"Company Commander, I think this plan is feasible, or let me, Lao Yu, try it out. Don't worry, we, Lao Yu, will definitely kill, cross a bloody road, and reunite with you alive."

Yu Congrong, who was the closest, heard Wu Qianli's words softly. He froze for a moment, then clenched his fists, making up his mind, but with a relaxed smile on his face, he laughed.

"Brother, the Death Squad is not that easy. If you really want to kill it, just let me...uh..."

Wu Wanli sensed the momentary tragic atmosphere in the company, and quickly volunteered to take on such heavy work. He would not be afraid of what his elder brother Wu Baili could do.

But before he could finish his sentence, another piece of chocolate was stuffed into his mouth by Lei Gong who was beside him calmly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Everyone in the company looked at Wu Wanli with a look of disapproval. Even if Wu Wanli's lack of combat experience was ignored, one of the three brothers in his family died, and the rest had all gone to the battlefield.

If their brothers are still fighting for this death squad job, it won't be long before their family is wiped out.

"Company commander, let me do it. Our reconnaissance platoon has a small number of people, and all of them are elites. They are flexible and convenient in action. They will definitely attract the attention of the US military and protect themselves at the same time."

Ping He never interrupted when he was gossiping, but he never let go of this opportunity to stand up, he gritted his teeth and looked resolute, but at the same time there was a trace of indifference on his face.

As a veteran of the Seventh Interlude Company, he had experienced this kind of life and death many times. He had let other brothers go up before, and now it was his turn.

"Hey Pinghe, what are you talking about? You are all elites in the normal platoon, and our firepower cards are not bad, and all of them are machine guns and submachine guns. Isn't it better than you to attract the attention of the American devils?"

Yu Congrong's face was already flushed red from the cold wind, but now he heard Ping He's words, his back stood upright, and his face became even redder as he worked harder.

Seeing that the old comrades of the Seventh Interlude Company had grabbed the job, Wu Qianli was moved and dumbfounded, but just when he was about to stop the farce, Mei Sheng spoke first.

"Although it may not be good to throw cold water at this time, we can't succeed in fighting a war with only our blood. This plan has fatal flaws and cannot be implemented."

As soon as Mei Sheng finished speaking, the crowd who had been looting just now suddenly fell silent, and fell into a cold spot in an instant. Everyone turned their eyes to the company instructor.

"First of all, the US military's second line of defense is so long and there are so many ice fields, even if we found a weak link, we sent death squads."

"Which part of the U.S. army did the Death Squad attract to send reinforcements, and when did those reinforcements arrive at the designated location, and when did we break through from which direction the large forces would break out?"

"Any mistake in these matters will result in the entire army being mired in a quagmire, and the entire army will be wiped out. Therefore, this plan is extremely risky and should not be implemented."

After Mei Sheng finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief. Although his combat ability was still on the battlefield, and his execution ability was not as good as Wu Qianli and others, but in terms of prudent judgment and calm thinking, he said that he was second in the seventh interspersed company, and no one dared to rank First.

Sure enough, after listening to Mei Sheng's words, everyone shut their mouths and fell into deep thought.

They understood what Mei Sheng said was reasonable, but if there was no other good way right now, they had to take this risk.

After all, their seventh interlude company has not taken too many risks from Chen Jun to now, isn't it all brilliant achievements accumulated with blood and flesh again and again.

However, this kind of problem is actually beyond the scope of Wu Qianli's consideration. After all, he has a small dynamic combat map that can observe the enemy's movements, so those concerns do not exist at all.

But since Mei Sheng used these questions to calm down everyone in the company, Wu Qianli didn't point it out at all. Instead, he silently lit a cigarette, looked at Mei Sheng's slightly cold and worried face, and nodded slightly.

Lei Gong also took a deep puff of the cigarette, full of nicotine filling his cerebral cortex, and a hot force rushed from his throat to his nasal cavity.

He still likes the somewhat damp soil-style hand-rolled cigarettes. Although it is not as dense and standardized as American-style cigarettes, he is used to the punchy feeling and finds it difficult to accept other cigarettes.

"Company commander, a little bit more time has passed, we can't delay, and we can't delay."

When Lei Gong spit out a mouthful of white mist from his mouth slowly, his slightly cloudy eyes turned around Wu Qianli's figure.

Just now, when everyone was scrambling to fight for the Death Squad, he, as the oldest soldier of the Seventh Interlude Company, did not participate.

This is not because of his cold nature, nor is it because he is greedy for life and afraid of death. After all, he has fought for half his life and has no relatives in his hometown of Yimeng Mountain. There is nothing to miss.

He did it out of intuition and trust. After all, according to his understanding, according to Wu Qianli's personality, he would never allow such a plan to abandon his comrades in exchange for the success of the mission.

"All comrades of the Seventh Interlude Company, check the blood on their bodies, as well as the scars and scars of fighting, and try to cover them up. The wounded who cannot be covered are often inside the troops. After 5 minutes, they will move towards two o'clock."

Sure enough, after thinking for a while, Wu Qianli still made up his mind. He snuffed out the cigarette, ordered to his comrades, and followed the system's prompts in his heart to choose Bright Sword Mission [-] to advance latently.

In fact, after the last battle ended, in the US military's second line of defense information released by the system, there happened to be a unit that was going to pass through the US military positions around today.

And due to the raging wind and snow, it should not be able to pass through the position on time, and it can just be used by their seventh crossing.

However, the reason why Wu Qianli still hesitates to have such a good opportunity is because according to the information provided, the number of this army should only be more than 100 people, but they now have several times the strength of the troops, and it is easy to be defeated. Something was found to be wrong.

But right now, I can’t take care of so much anymore, so I can only take one step at a time, and even if they are discovered after ten thousand steps, it’s nothing. The U.S. military has nothing to do with them.

After all, such a vast battlefield, coupled with the raging wind and snow, made the visibility so low that the second line of defense wanted to catch such a team of hundreds of people, it was no less difficult than finding a grain of sand in the sea .

If the U.S. military really spends a lot of troops to encircle and suppress them and mess up its defense line, the role of allowing them to intersperse and infiltrate can be considered to be brought into play.

As for if they were accidentally dragged into a quagmire by the U.S. military, and then faced with heavy encirclement and suppression by the U.S. military, then the unlucky Seventh Interlude Company had no choice but to accept its fate.

After all, being trapped in the hinterland of the enemy camp is dangerous everywhere, and one should have expected such an ending on the first day of stepping here.

The big deal is to kill a few more American devils at that time, and to lay a back for myself, even if it is a profit.

"Company commander, our firepower platoon is ready and ready to go at any time."

At this time, Yu Congrong's sonorous voice pulled Wu Qianli out of the entanglement.

"Report to the company commander, the reconnaissance platoon is ready and ready to go at any time."

While talking, Ping He wiped the blood on his cotton-padded collar with a small snow cube. He probably understood how Wu Qianli wanted to get there.

"The artillery platoon is ready, and the army is ready to go at any time."

Lei Gong didn't do anything superfluous, he just told his comrades to hide Wu Wanli inside the team, so that if something unexpected happened, he would have a better chance of surviving.

"..."

"set off!"

While Wu Qianli spoke firmly, he turned his head to look at the comrades of the Seventh Interlude Company for the last time, and sighed silently, not knowing how many people will fall down this time.

At the same time, at the first line of defense headquarters of the US military, the US military commander was looking at the casualty report in his hand, grinning in disbelief.

"Shit! Are these volunteers going to die in the war? With such casualties, let alone two or three months, I'm afraid it's God's blessing to survive for a month."

The U.S. military commander glanced at the combat map, poured a strong coffee into his mouth to refresh himself, because of the sudden attack of the Volunteers, he was devastated for a long time, and now although the Volunteers had retreated, he was so restless all night. Fell asleep.

"Sir, you should take a break. Don't worry too much. If they only know how to charge like this, it will be different from the Japanese army who rushed forward in the Pacific battlefield."

"It's nothing more than more sophisticated tactics and more powerful combat flexibility. In the end, it's just a corpse that we knocked down with heavy firepower, don't you think so?"

The adjutant next to the US military commander took a small cube of sugar and added it to the coffee in the commander's hand, smiling flatteringly.

"That's right, if the Volunteer Army can only use this kind of mass suicide charge of large corps, then it's fine."

Originally, the U.S. commander was still refuting the volunteers' offensive and tactics in their hearts, but they were a few steps higher than those reckless Japanese troops.

But everyone in the headquarters was there, so he had to think about his own morale, so he acted more confident.

However, just as the US military commander was squinting his eyes and enjoying the coffee comfortably, he seemed to suddenly remember something, opened his eyes suddenly, and even the moment he put the coffee cup on the table, his hands were slightly agitated. Trembling slightly.

"It's really time for this large army of volunteers to fight. How could I forget that cunning little army? Damn it, connect me to the second line of defense headquarters. I have something important to tell them."

It proves that the US military commander frowned and expressed a little worry, while constantly comforting himself in his heart. It is just a support military academy force, and how much trouble can be caused.

"Yes, sir!"

The US military adjutant could not see his inner monologue. Seeing that the commander was so anxious, he rushed to dial the phone and handed the microphone to the US military commander.

At this moment, the Seventh Interlude Company, who was experiencing a near-death experience, did not know about it, and their adventures were cast with a thick shadow, becoming more dangerous.

　Thank you very much, don't it, I'm not young, the rebellious boy among the bookworms, the old man, a reed alone in the river, waiting for the long tassel to bind the blue dragon, the vote of Lei Gefan

　　
　
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