Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

I was thinking of adding some other subjects for assistance when the conditions were ripe, but I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

The Mi army's team encountered more than a dozen firepower attacks at the same time, and they couldn't see from the beginning to the end. They couldn't tell from which direction the volunteers were rushing, so they could only shoot randomly in all directions.

There are not a few soldiers of the rice army who were accidentally injured for a while.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and except for occasional flashes of lightning, it was pitch black all around.

The darkness provided the best cover for the Darkblade fighters. They could distinguish the enemy only by their breath and sound, and they rushed into the enemy camp and fired continuously.

The originally complete Mi Army camp was instantly cut into dozens of squares of different sizes by these dozens of sharp blades that suddenly inserted.

Qiao Lin acted alone. After rushing into the ranks of the Mi Army, he gave up using guns, and the dagger became his best weapon.

No one knows where he will appear in the next moment, he appears suddenly like a shadow, and then kills the enemy with a single blow, before disappearing in an instant.

The activated combat value has brought him super combat power, which is his greatest reliance on destroying the enemy.

The only flaw is that the combat value is not a perpetual motion machine, and it is not inexhaustible. Just like coal thrown into the stove, Qiao Lin also needs to burn the combat value to increase his combat effectiveness.

When the battle value is burned out, he will return to his previous state, no different from ordinary people.

Fortunately, this battle value is quite resistant to burning. It has been turned on for so long, and only one tenth of the amount has been consumed.

Perhaps he was in a hurry to be killed, and suddenly someone in the Mi Army team shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

This meant to retreat, but it was a pity that among the Dark Blade fighters, only Qiao Lin could understand English, and the others did not understand the meaning of this word.

While the other soldiers were still trying their best to kill the target, the rice soldiers suddenly gave up their defense and began to retreat quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Mi Army camp that had been divided by interspersing regrouped, while the Dark Blade fighters broke away.

"Fire cover, retreat!"

He got up and roared, raised his gun with one hand and swept wildly at Mi Jun, covering the retreat of his comrades.

The soldiers did not panic, and still maintained the posture of a three-man combat team, constantly firing at the enemy, suppressing the opponent's firepower, and took advantage of this opportunity to retreat.

The distance between the enemy and us has been widened again.

Alex almost gritted his teeth. He really couldn't understand why the Kilometer Army had nothing to do with dozens of volunteers, and instead was crossed by the opponent, causing serious casualties.

Chapter 120

"Come on! Cover them with bullets!"

Alex jumped to his feet and shouted, urging the soldiers to charge again.

The Dark Blade fighters who had retreated to their positions were panting one by one, and the pain from their wounds was negligible, but their physical strength was severely overdrawn, making them all a bit sluggish.

Only in the exchange of fire, the kind of bleeding from the bones will stimulate their spirits and make them hyperactive.

But once they stopped, their body functions began to decline rapidly. It is already a miracle that they have not fallen down until now.

"Comrades, hold on a little longer, the sky will soon dawn, as long as we last until dawn, we will win!"

Qiao Lin shouted hoarsely, he hadn't drank water for a long time, his lips were cracked, and his mouth was parched.

However, after such a long battle on this mountain, which has been bombed by the enemy in turn, all the snow has melted, and there is nothing to replenish water at all.

He knew that the soldiers were very tired now, so he had to urge them to cheer up. Once their spirits collapsed, they would not be far from perishing.

Compared to the current state of ceasefire, Qiao Lin would rather the enemy attack again, because only in that way can the soldiers become more motivated.

Mi Jun was very cooperative with Qiao Lin's ideas, and after a short rest, he launched an attack again.

Unlike before, the Mi Army did not rush to charge, but pulled out the formation and slowly advanced forward. The gun in his hand never stopped firing, and bullets shot towards the Dark Blade's position like a torrential rain.

The soldiers either lay on the ground or hid behind the bunkers. They were powerless to resist such intensive firepower.

If the enemy keeps up this tactical advance, they will soon break into position.

Qiao Lin licked his lips, thinking hard about a strategy to defeat the enemy.

Now apart from these dozens of people and dozens of guns, there is nothing else that can be shot. How to fight against the enemy?

Grenade, yes, use a grenade to break through the enemy's fire suppression, and then take the opportunity to launch a countercharge.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lin subconsciously reached out to touch his waist, but unfortunately there was nothing but a few magazines pinned to his belt.

"Which one of you has a grenade?"

Qiao Lin poked his head out and asked loudly, risking his head being blown off by stray bullets.

"no!"

"no!"

... ...

The soldiers all responded in the same way, their grenades had all been spent in previous battles.

"Grandma's!"

Qiao Lin punched the ground, cursed bitterly, and then blamed himself for not bringing back a few grenades just now.

Qiao Lin looked again. The enemy's team was less than 400 meters away from the position. There were still many corpses of rice soldiers on the ground in the middle. They must have grenades on their bodies.

A dangerous idea popped up, time was urgent, Qiao Lin didn't care to think about it, and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone who is not afraid of death? Come out and follow me!"

These words are actually a bit superfluous. Those who guard here are afraid of death.

"I!"

"I!"

... ...

The soldiers shouted one after another.

"Fast action, quick reaction, follow me to meet some grenades and come back."

Qiao Lin didn't say much, just crawled out from behind the bunker and crawled forward.

The two soldiers closest to him immediately crawled out, as if they were afraid that they would be preempted by others if they took a slow step.

Sometimes crawling, sometimes rolling, the three of them constantly changed their positions, avoiding the enemy's bullets, and crawled towards the corpses of the Mi soldiers with difficulty.

Less than 200 meters away, the three of them finally climbed over without any danger.

Without any extra words, the three of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and immediately dispersed, touching Mi Jun's body.

"Instructor, I found it!"

After touching several corpses one after another, a soldier finally found a grenade and exclaimed excitedly.

But before he finished speaking, a stray bullet shot into his forehead.

He fell down holding the grenade, with an excited expression on his face.

"asshole!"

Qiao Lin cursed, but didn't feel too sad, and speeded up the search.

It's not that he's numb, it's not that he's not sad, the current situation doesn't allow him to waste even a second of time.

After inspecting nearly a hundred corpses in one breath, Qiao Lin also stuffed more than a dozen grenades into his arms. He estimated that it was almost the same, and said "withdraw"

But no response was received.

Qiao Lin, who had already turned around and crawled towards the camp, looked back and saw the face of another soldier.

Just less than three meters away from him, there was also a flick in the eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open.

Perhaps because he was worried that it would affect Qiao Lin, the soldier did not make a sound until his death.

Qiao Lin clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and continued to crawl towards the position.

These dozens of grenades were bought with the lives of two soldiers.

"Listen to my order and prepare to charge!"

After returning to the camp, Qiao Lin gave the order directly.

No one asked why the two soldiers didn't come back. There were three of them when they left and only one when they came back, which already explained everything.

Qiao Lin stared at the enemy motionlessly until the enemy came within a range of 200 meters, then he raised his hand and threw the grenade over.

There was a loud noise, and the enemy's firepower was indeed weakened a lot.

Qiao Lin didn't pause, and immediately threw another grenade, and then quickly crawled out from behind the bunker and changed his position.

After throwing six grenades in a row, the gunfire from the opposite side finally stopped.

The advance of the Mi Army also stopped. Based on their experience, they believed that there must be volunteers within a range of 100 meters, so they started a search on the spot.

What they didn't expect was that Jolin's arm strength had far exceeded their experience.

The opportunity is coming!

"Come on!"

Qiao Lin jumped up, and while the enemy was still doing useless searches, he led the soldiers to launch a new round of charge.

The gunfire kept ringing, and the Mi army was attacked again.

While charging, Qiao Lin threw all the remaining grenades out.

The successive explosions disrupted the formation that the Mi Army had managed to organize, and the soldiers dodged around, so they could still charge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Dark Blade fighters fired a round of salvos, killing patches of enemies.

"withdraw!"

Qiao Lin didn't dare to fight fiercely, and immediately ordered to retreat after tasting the sweetness. When the enemy reacted, it would be too late to retreat.

The soldiers who succeeded in one blow quickly returned to their positions, hid behind the bunker, and waited for the next round of the enemy's attack.

On the way to retreat, Qiao Lin brought back a few grenades along the way.

Alex lay on the ground, looking at the dark night sky with his eyes, his face was full of unwillingness.

There was a blood hole the size of a lotus seed in his throat, and every time his heart beat, a large amount of blood gushed out of the hole.

He really didn't understand why he was shot while hiding in the middle of the team.

However, no one could take care of him at this moment, and the soldiers who evaded in a hurry kept stepping on his face and body until he swallowed his last breath.