Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 185

Ping He turned his head and saw a row of enemy soldiers kneeling beside the car, all of them badly injured, howling on the ground.

"Ke Ling Dang, Pu Zyou and Amons (kneel down, put down your weapons)..." Yu Congrong beat two people with his gun, and said something to them, and several American soldiers knelt on the ground , lined up obediently, holding their heads in their hands.

Even if some hands and feet were blown off, they still raised their hands above their heads obediently, as if they had been pre-trained. The soldiers even kneeling and handing over their guns are so similar.

But after leading them to stand upright, it seemed that they were tired of playing. Yu Congrong turned behind them and suddenly raised his gun to shoot. Several people on the ground also realized that something was wrong, and they were very emotional and cried.

Ping He hurriedly shouted: "Yu Congrong, what are you doing?"

Yu Congrong didn't turn back immediately, but sternly shouted: "Hanzhi Apu, what about you, Hanzhi Apu."

When the crying guy reluctantly raised his hand high, he stood sideways and saw Ping He trotting over.

Ping He took a look, and saw that the enemies on the ground looked miserable. They were within the range of the grenade explosion. Their legs and bodies were shattered, bloody and bloody, and below the calves there were only cruel, angular cross-sections of flesh and blood.

It's just that in the ice and snow, their bodies have lost consciousness, blood is no longer flowing, but the pain and fear are still there. They wailed loudly to seek the sympathy of the Chinese people in front of them.

The soldiers on the ground were frightened by Yu Congrong just now. Seeing another Chinese soldier running towards him, they seemed to be confronting him, and rushed to shout: "I want to surrender! Sir, sir, we want to surrender, you can't kill me!" , I know that you treat the captives kindly..."

Ping He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Yu Congrong didn't shoot again, but his guns were still aimed at them. He saw these people's various ugly behaviors, and he didn't hide it. He said directly: "Fight, kill the enemy."

Ping He said: "I know you are at war, I was asking what you wanted to do just now?"

Yu Congrong turned his head, seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then sneered: "What are you doing, of course they were shot, or would you save them for Chinese New Year to make dumplings for us?"

Hearing this, Ping He frowned, and wanted to turn his head away. In fact, he didn't really want to care about it, but these people on the ground were yelling, and he couldn't quite understand them, but some of them were taught in the army. For example, he heard "surrender".

This word is very familiar to both Chinese and Americans, and he recognized it in a second.

Seeing Pinghe and Yu Congrong confront each other, the wounded shouted louder and worked harder.

Pinghe didn't care about the people on the ground. He knew that Yu Congrong's temper was relatively strong today, so he could only try his best to say tactfully: "I understand what you mean, but they want to surrender, we can't be here now..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Congrong interrupted him with a wave of his hand, looked at him in surprise, and said, "What are you talking about? Who is going to surrender?"

He touched his head, then smiled: "Pinghe, we have known each other for so many years, you can't talk nonsense, we are all illiterate people, do you understand English? Anyway, I don't."

He saw Zhong Dingyi's figure and waved to him: "Come on, Xiao Zhong, tell me—do you understand English?"

Before Zhong Dingyi could figure it out, he said in a daze, "Platoon leader, I don't understand."

"Look." Yu Congrong spread his hands, "All of us don't understand English, who knows what they are talking about? They are talking about surrender or not, I have never heard of it, Xiao Zhong, you Say it?"

Zhong Dingyi was confused by what he said, only now did he understand, the bottom of his heart was sweating slightly, and he thought to himself, what did you just say by "Hanzhi Apu", what he wanted to say, but Yu Congrong stared at him. In the eyes that came over, he still closed his mouth obediently.

Seeing Yu Congrong playing a scoundrel, Pinghe understood him and understood his thoughts, but after thinking about it for a while, he shook his head: "You can't do such a thing in this suit, if someone finds out, you won't lose it." Your face alone."

"That's easy." Yu Congrong raised his eyebrows, squinted at him and shouted softly, "Xiao Zhong, carry on for me."

As he spoke, he took off the cloak on his body, and then took off the brown and yellow thread tied native cotton jacket inside, and threw it into his arms, leaving only a few nondescript woolen sweaters and unlined clothes mixed together .

He was wearing such thin clothes, shivering in the cold wind, but his tone was still very stubborn: "It's okay for the head office now, I'll take off this skin too, we are passing volunteers now, looking at these People can't live anymore, what do you see? I'm doing a good deed today - give them a ride haha."

"How about it?"

Ping He frowned slightly, his eyes sank slightly, staring at him, neither shaking his head nor speaking, but the meaning behind it was self-evident.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you want me to do, send them to the doctor, and continue to serve them with delicious food and drink?"

Yu Congrong was also a little annoyed. He looked at Ping He and looked at him with involuntary anger. He is obviously the platoon leader. Although Ping He is a sharpshooter, he is only the squad leader. Why do you want to control me?
He immediately said: "Didn't you watch it in the field hospital these days? Our own medicines are reluctant to be used by those brothers and comrades-in-arms. We are thinking about the two reasons. These invaders may not know where to fight." How many of our comrades-in-arms have died. Now they fall into my hands, and I beat them to death, why not? This is a matter of course."

He stared at the past with his eyes, and Zhong Dingyi saw that the two were confronting each other immediately, and neither of them accepted the other. He was dumbfounded, and was about to step forward to say something, when suddenly his eyes caught a hint of something wrong next to him.

Among the row of bombed half-dead American soldiers on the ground, several of them were seriously injured and died, gradually lost blood, fell to the ground and died, and the rest began to become panic and anxious.

One of the soldiers saw that they seemed to be having a conflict, rolled his eyes, and then quietly touched his chest with his right hand, where there were two American-style pineapple grenades hanging impressively!

Zhong Dingyi saw it, and the secret path was not good, so he quickly yelled: "Quickly get out of the way."

Then he immediately raised his gun and shot at the man, but it was too late.

As soon as Yu Congrong and Pinghe heard the shout, the alarm bells rang in their hearts, and they immediately dodged to the two sides. The American soldier was also a ruthless man, pulled the grenade from his chest, knelt on the ground and stabbed it, and rushed towards them thrown out.

"Get out of the way."

Seeing that they were about to fall here, the two people who were confronting each other immediately reached a tacit understanding. Pinghe made a decisive decision and quickly took the corner of Yu Congrong's cloak. Far.

Everyone rolled and fell down on the spot, and then only heard a bang, and there was an explosion on the snow seven or eight meters away, the whole clothes were torn apart by the explosion, and the cotton was flying like catkins.

The American who threw the bomb saw that the sneak attack had been brought to light, and felt ruthless in his heart. He quickly turned to the grenade on the fellow soldier next to him, bit his mouth, and wanted to throw it over again, but Yu Congrong was watching, and he had already fixed his eyes on him.

As he himself was talking, he almost capsized in the gutter, how could he bear it?

Immediately, he became furious and shouted, and he flew over like a cow, bumping into the pile of wounded soldiers.

One by one of these kneeling soldiers was hit by the fish pond, and they were already injured, but when he bumped into them again, they all fell on their backs, screaming incessantly.

Yu Congrong directly grabbed the man's head, lifted it to the side, buried him in the snow and punched him twice. It was difficult for this guy to resist when he turned over, but his eyes were still full of viciousness and unwillingness.

He poohed, almost spat in Yu Congrong's mouth, and then suddenly smiled. Yu Congrong lowered his head, and saw that he was still holding another grenade in his hand, which had been pulled away impressively.

Ping He immediately said: "Stop playing, throw it out!"

Yu Congrong was also shocked, but his anger followed immediately. He had no time to run, and he had no time to throw it far.

In a blink of an eye, he snatched the grenade that was about to explode in a few seconds, stuffed it desperately into the clothes on the man's chest, and then pressed him hard on the snow surface, punching him twice , directly beat him until his head was covered with golden flowers, and he fell to the ground.

While beating him, he shouted: "I let you vote, I let you vote!"

Just as he was shouting, there was a muffled "bang" in the snow, Yu Congrong's body was bounced away by the reaction force, and the American soldier he beat was blown up like a sieve, flying half a meter horizontally, and his chest exploded. A big hole was opened, and a large pile of internal organs that looked like charred black mud fell out, and the person died instantly.

Yu Congrong's eyes were red, and he wanted to pounce on the corpse and beat him again, but Pinghe and Zhong Dingyi rushed forward and grabbed him tightly.

"calm down……"

"Bah." Yu Congrong spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and just as his teeth were knocked, Zhong Dingyi hurriedly handed over a piece of cold-proof clothing that had just been ripped off from an American.

He put it on, straightened his collar slightly, then turned his head to look at Ping He, and said coldly: "It's just the grandson, do you still want to save them now?"

(End of this chapter)