Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 184

Insects and night owls no longer exist in such extremely cold weather. The wilderness is deserted. In the air, except for the faint humming and murmur of firefights in the distant mountains, there is only the crackling and burning sound of the village after the big bombing.

It is not true that the boards were burnt, the house collapsed with a bang, or the cold wind rolled up the snow on the ground, and the dilapidated village was whining, looking gloomy and terrifying.

Whoosh!
In the dark night, Yu Congrong rolled down the hillside quietly like a snowball. He didn't move much, but his speed was still fast, and the slippery smoke came to the bottom. It was very abrupt in the open and quiet field, but here On the battlefield ravaged by war, it is only an insignificant share.

He quietly gestured backwards to confirm his safety. The few people hidden in the surrounding dense snow forest saw it and didn't speak. They immediately moved and scattered around, and also approached every corner of the village.

"Chirp~"

They didn't wear whistles, Yu Congrong put his thumb and index finger to his lips, and whistled a clear whistle, like teasing a horse, or like a horn of marching, Shanshang Pinghe, Song Weiguo, and Zhong Dingyi immediately pulled the bolts , opened fire suddenly.

While the Americans below took advantage of the wounded to load the car, they hid next to them, smoking and chatting.

"Speaking of which, everyone is saying that the base is urgently repairing the airport, so we should be able to go back."

A veteran snorted. He pointed to the many corpses on the ground, and an American who was playing with the captives: "These Chinese peasants think that we have to surrender after blowing up the bridge. Based on their knowledge, it is estimated that even our plane is Do not know at all."

"These Chinese people are quite stubborn, with guns on their foreheads. Have they been washed old by the Soviet Union?"

"Who knows~"

Some of the soldiers laughed easily, but some were more pessimistic.

"I don't care what they do, I just want to go home, I miss my bedroom, my rock music, my red wine... Oh, I don't know if the vines I planted last summer are ripe." A young white soldier said sadly road.

"You should be more concerned about whether your new girlfriend, Linda Dai, has run away with someone else~" Someone joked with a smile and whistled.

The others smiled when they saw this, and the young white man's face turned livid, "Shut your mouth, Jamie, as long as I live, this will never happen!"

The man shook his head with a smile, and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, who doesn't want to live, my youngest daughter just turned one year old..."

call out!
The others were smiling and listening, when the voice of the speaking soldier stopped abruptly.

Everyone raised their heads and saw that his body had fallen to the ground with a bang, his head had exploded, and half of his skull had exploded, blood and brains were scattered all over the snow, which was shocking.

It was an extremely serious injury caused by a bullet piercing into his head in an instant, and the helmet was smashed together, and there was no sound at all, and this scene happened right in front of their eyes!
The young white soldier's voice was shrill and shrill: "There is an enemy attack..."

But before they finished speaking, gunshots rang out from the dilapidated village house, drowning out their voices. All the soldiers felt their hands and feet were cold and their bodies were stiff. The nightmare of being chased by volunteer officers and soldiers struck again. Birds and beasts fled in panic.

Clap, clap... The three people on the left were instantly knocked down by the stray bullets, without uttering a word. There were more people on the right, and they gathered there to carry the soldiers. The wounded on the stretcher were the first to be shot.

They were originally injured, although it may not be serious, but the soldiers are willing to be carried, and they will be lazy. This has become commonplace among the US military. Many soldiers are only slightly injured, but they can be transported back to the country by plane in advance. They Why not do it?

It's just that these guys didn't expect that, because of their own little thinking of taking advantage of loopholes, this time they would go home in one step.

Gunshots rang out in the woods all over the mountain, and something got into their bodies. They lowered their heads in a daze, and then found a few black gun holes on their chests, and blood was oozing out.

They want to talk, but their vision has already started to blur, and they are lying on the stretcher, unable to move. The last thought in the hearts of these poor soldiers is why my mother is lying here...

The other U.S. Marines who were standing or standing looked down, and the leisurely mood of smoking and talking just now dissipated, and all the wounded seemed to be out of breath.

There was no need for anyone to shout, everyone dropped the stretcher in an instant, yelled and ran back while rolling and crawling.

Some people subconsciously hid behind the wounded soldiers of the deadly drug to avoid the incoming bullets. This is the instinct of survival, not to mention saving their colleagues. These people may think that as long as they can survive, they are willing to do anything at this time.

At this moment, Yu Congrong also seized the opportunity and rushed towards the jeeps with the most wounded.

The gunshots rang out, and even the wounded who were still awake subconsciously got up and returned fire with their guns.

Yu Congrong was already burning with anger, and he was determined to wipe out these people completely. With anger, he touched the back of the car and got into the car. Several wounded people who were lying in the back seat of the car and wanted to get up happened to look over. .

They also heard the gunshots and knew that no enemy would let them go easily on the battlefield. Especially now within the United Allied Forces, there is a general consensus that the Chinese are very strange and contradictory. The soldiers were more tolerant, and some soldiers even stopped fighting as long as they put down their guns, and even allowed them to escape.

However, for the health and medical convoys in the U.S. military, especially those with the Red Cross, there are many seriously injured patients in the carriages. In their eyes, the Chinese soldiers rushed here frantically. They don’t understand the extreme shortage of medicine and medical resources. The phenomenon has already made the Chinese troops have to take the risk of violating discipline and rushing wildly, but they understand that not only the Americans are crazy, but the Chinese are also crazy.

So the first thought of these wounded was not to run away, but to get up from the stretcher in a hurry, looking for guns to fight back.

And at this moment, Yu Congrong, who just rushed in, bumped into his arms.

"You..."

A soldier was surprised and was about to speak, but he saw Yu Congrong flying over without saying a word, and then he felt a bear crash into the carriage, knocking them into pieces.

Then I saw this "strange soldier" quickly swung his bayonet, and wiped his neck decisively one by one in the crowd in the carriage.

Puff puff!
These wounded were already unable to move, and this situation was even worse. They fled and avoided in the carriage, trying to raise their guns to shoot him down, but the space was very small, and they were blocked as soon as the gun was raised. Yu Congrong's style of play It's just hitting him indiscriminately, throwing, tearing, biting, and hammering him desperately, and then stabbing him in once, twice, three times and four times!

Most of these white soldiers were young men, but among them there were several big white men who were very strong and mighty. Facing the danger of life and death, their strength was even more astonishing. This guy Yu Congrong put in a lot of effort, breathing heavily in his chest.

"Gululu..." With great effort, he pushed down a struggling soldier under him, and the knife edge was pulled out from the heart, and the person's body was already motionless.

"Damn, these Western devils are as strong as bears..." Yu Congrong's chest was throbbing violently like a bellows, and the tearing pain in his chest and arms made him hiss secretly.

But there was no time to rest, he pulled his arm, took something and simply tied it, and then quickly searched for the guns, bullets and grenades of these people.

Soon, some soldiers retreated to the side of the car in panic, and were about to get on the car and escape, when they suddenly found that the car behind them was shaking violently.

Some soldiers raised their guns to fight back, retreating while fighting, and turned around and shouted: "What's going on (what's wrong with you)?"

No one in the car answered, and more soldiers couldn't care less. The gunshots outside were coming from everywhere. They subconsciously thought that there were still a large number of Chinese troops surrounding them, and they had no intention of fighting.

A few shots were fired, and these people immediately rushed to climb into the car, and shouted as they climbed: "Go go go! Start the car, get out of this damn place, I said you shouldn't be here Stay, I'll just say!"

But as soon as they got into the car, before they got into the car, they saw a foot popping out from behind the white cloth, and kicked towards them abruptly. With a few bang bang bangs, several soldiers who climbed the car were immediately kicked down on the ground. land.

They didn't understand what happened. The next moment, a hand stretched out from inside the carriage, and then a few dripping, round "pineapple" iron eggs were thrown out, thrown on the snow, and rolled around their feet.

They looked down subconsciously, and the thing smashed into the snow looked like a grenade they were familiar with, and the pupils in their eyes shrank sharply:

"There are also enemies here..."

The faces of the soldiers changed drastically in an instant, but the sound did not stop. There were several "boom boom boom" sounds, and the grenade exploded.

Puff puff!
The gunpowder blasted the black soil on the surface, mixed with the snow, and was instantly blown into powder, flying high, and the fragments were flying in all directions. The wall of the closest car was twisted upside down.

The limbs of these unlucky guys who fled backwards were even more unlucky, they were directly swept down by the shrapnel, and they all fell down.

Cutting and piercing the flesh with the nail fragments contained in the explosives is the combat method of the Marine Corps they are used to, and at this time they also suffered such bad results, and there were screams everywhere.

After the explosion stopped, Yu Congrong observed carefully, left the body that had avoided the explosion as a cover, and jumped out of the carriage with a gun.

He shot a few bullets at the back vests of several soldiers who were still running, and was knocked to the ground by his random shots.

At this time, someone next to him took the opportunity to draw a gun, and he strode forward and slapped him down with the butt of the gun.

"Still bombing with airplanes, I asked you if you still bombed, ah, still bombed!" Yu Congrong beat him until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, he held his head and groaned and couldn't speak.

The others were all seriously injured, writhing and crawling on the ground. Seeing that he finished handling the soldier, he turned his head and looked at him fiercely. All of them felt chills in their hearts and had bad thoughts.

……

"Go, go down and beat them!" Seeing the enemy down the mountain, Ping He immediately got up and ran down, shouting forward.

They don't have many bullets, and these firearms are not what they are good at, and their accuracy is limited, but if you have milk, you are a mother, so you don't have to complain, you can only do your best to fight.

Song Weiguo and Zhong Dingyi ran down quickly without waiting for the bullets to be finished. They had been lying in ambush for a long time, and they had already seized the opportunity. Grab equipment,.

"Bring it to you." Song Weiguo touched the village, fired the last two bullets in the gun, and knocked down a fleeing enemy.

The man refused to give up, and wanted to fight back again. He kicked the soldier aside, took the submachine gun from the dead body on the ground, and immediately gave him half a shuttle. The palm of the blasting grenade also loosened.

Song Weiguo opened his palms, picked up the grenade and put it in his bosom, holding the gun in his hand excitedly, hey, "It's still this American product that's making the effort."

Zhong Dingyi suddenly shouted: "Left!"

Song Weiguo squatted down subconsciously, rolled quickly to the side, turned around and made a few puffs, and a series of bullets swept past the place where he had just stood.

"Over there, there are two enemies." Zhong Dingyi threw a gun over and said.

In the pile of corpses lying in the shell crater on the left front, someone got up secretly and fired cold shots.

"Thank you!" Song Weiguo turned around and shouted. He didn't say much, but his scalp was actually numb.

Where he was standing just now, two enemy soldiers who had just been captured next to him were shot for him. He was at the end of his life. Seeing that he could only breathe in, but not out, he was afraid for a while, and he also became ruthless. Quickly picked up the gun and shot at it.

the other side.

After running down, Ping He saw a gun on the ground, quickly picked it up from the ground, and then shot forward. After firing a shuttle, the firing pin made a "click".

He casually glanced at the magazine, it was already empty, but there were quite a few guns lying on the ground, and he immediately replaced them with new ones.

Pinghe threw it away after shooting, and there was no time to reload. There were only four of them, and their manpower was limited, but they managed to achieve an effect that was not inferior to that of a platoon. .

They were already defeated soldiers. If it wasn't for the bombing by planes, they would have had no hope of surviving. At this time, they didn't have the guts to continue fighting, and they only wanted the chance to survive.

Most of the people were evading in various places, running towards the car, running into the village, some even pretended to be dead on the spot, and he heard the movement from Song Weiguo not far away, why hasn't Pinghe seen it?

He soon discovered that this sign was not going to pass at all, and it was completely unreasonable. He just stood there and swept the area with a submachine gun.

Da da da da da!

The gunshots stopped, there was no screaming, no resistance, only shell casings were dropped, and the blue smoke curled up from the barrel.

"The Chinese are not as stupid as you say. Which idiot is playing dead with his fingers still on the trigger." Ping He shook his head, dropped his gun for another, and went straight past the corpses.

He was about to move on, searching for the remaining enemies in this ruined village, when suddenly an American was parked next to a car in an open space, shouting: "Devil, devil, let me go, you are a devil!"

(End of this chapter)