Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"Is it really overthinking?"

Qiao Lin rubbed the tip of his nose, took two steps down to prepare to go down, and then looked back.

At this glance, he found something wrong.

The snow on the ground is not flat, but snowdrifts raised up one after another, giving the impression of entering a cemetery.

He climbed up again, walked over carefully, every step was very cautious, and finally came to one of the protrusions.

Taking a closer look, Qiao Lin was so surprised that he almost didn't cry out. There was actually a person lying on his stomach.

The body was covered with a few inches of snow, and it could be said that the whole person was buried by the snow.

Qiao Lin pushed aside the snow with some trembling, and a corpse appeared in front of him.

The white sheet and yellow military uniform have already proved his identity.

Qiao Lin wanted to pull him back, but as soon as he touched the opponent's body, he retracted, already frozen hard.

Looking at his prone position and the rifle in his hand, Jolin seemed to understand something suddenly, and got up to go to another snowdrift.

Exactly the same, under the snowdrift is a volunteer soldier lying on his stomach.

"Come up!"

Jolin shouted towards the bottom.

Soon, the soldiers rushed up like a swarm. Seeing that Qiao Lin was digging the snowdrift, they followed suit without saying a word.

Half an hour later, an unforgettable scene appeared in front of everyone.

Volunteer soldiers who had been frozen into ice sculptures lay prone on the snow.Everyone held their rifles in firing position, with grenades at hand.

Every soldier is looking ahead, as if jumping up to fight the enemy at any time.

A total of 120 nine volunteer soldiers were divided into several rows and aimed at the three intersections below in a battle formation.

Wearing thin military uniforms, the soldiers just lay in ambush in the snow, motionless, and did not change their movements until they were frozen to death.

Ping He was right, there was indeed someone ambushing here.

But no one expected that the ambushing here turned out to be a group of volunteer soldiers who had been frozen to death.

"Captain!"

Zhang Xiaoshan ran over with a note, which he found in a soldier's pocket.

is a little poem:

I love my family and my motherland, and I love my honor even more.

I am a glorious volunteer soldier, ice and snow!

I will never give in to you!

Even if I freeze to death, I will stand proudly on the battlefield!

Qiao Lin finished reading the poem with a trembling voice, and there was no sound.

The soldiers took off their hats one after another, and paid the highest respect to this group of comrades who will always stand on the ground.

Qiao Lin had no way of knowing the number of this unit, nor did he know when they were ambushing here, but it was definitely not something that could be done in a short time to freeze people to death.

Judging by the thickness of the snow covering them, these soldiers have been lying in ambush here for at least three or four days.

Three or four days is not long, that is, the time it takes for Dark Blade to arrive at Wulaoli.

But staying in an environment with a temperature of minus [-] to [-] degrees for three or four consecutive days is simply not something ordinary people can imagine.

What kind of beliefs have kept them going until now?

How much willpower is needed to make them not give up until the last moment of their lives?

Although the 120 nine fighters had died, they still stood firm.

They didn't fire a single shot, but they still completed the task excellently, they are no less than any comrades who fell on the battlefield!

"The motherland will remember you, the people will never forget you, you are all heroes!"

Jolin put the little poem in his pocket, and saluted these heroes who stood firm again.

"Company commander, there is a situation!"

Ping He sounded the warning again.

Qiao Lin listened attentively, and there was a sound of footsteps from the east.

"Pay attention to concealment and prepare for battle!"

Qiao Lin gave the order, and the soldiers immediately took cover on the spot.

Since it was unclear whether it was the enemy or his own comrades, further investigation was needed to make a decision.

"It's the infantry team of the Mi Army. It doesn't have heavy firepower. It has about a battalion of troops."

Huang Dachuan brought the latest information.

"Comrades, let us fulfill the last wish of the 120 comrades who died on this battlefield! Three people, enter the fighting state, aim, wipe out the enemy!"

Qiao Lin pulled the bolt of the gun neatly and gave the order to fight.

The mission of this volunteer army ambushing here must be to stop the passing enemy troops.

Now that they can't shoot anymore, it's up to the Darkblade to continue their mission.

The fighting on the Eastern Front was fierce, and the Mi Army seemed to have realized that it was no longer possible to hold this place, so they began to withdraw their troops one after another.

Major Michel received a special mission. He led a battalion of troops to escort [-] special-identity expert regiments out of the Eastern Front.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Volunteers, they deliberately gave up all their mobile tools and relied entirely on walking, planning to cross the Langlin Mountains and rush to the pre-arranged pick-up location.

They have been walking in this mountain range for two consecutive days. The continuous low temperature and exhaustion made many soldiers of the rice army start to complain.

Chapter 130 Five Group Combat Value

"Shut your mouths!"

Michel reprimanded with some annoyance, and he did not expect that walking would be so strenuous. If the current speed is used, it will take at least three days to go out.

"Damn, why don't you just use the transport plane to transport these guys out? Is the ground safer than the sky?"

Michel cursed under his breath and ordered the team to speed up.

When they came to the three-way intersection, the troops stopped, and Michelle took out a map to compare, trying to find the correct route.

"The one with the flashlight, kill him!"

Qiao Lin said in a low voice. In the darkness, Michelle, who was looking at the map with a flashlight, became the most obvious target.

Ping He calmly set up his gun, took aim and shot.

There was a gunshot, and then Michelle's head burst into blood, and he fell to the ground.

The team of the Mi Army suddenly became chaotic, and no one expected that their leader was killed by a single shot.

"beat!"

Following Qiao Lin's order, gunshots rang out everywhere, and the Dark Blade fighters who had ambushed here first began to mercilessly harvest the lives of the soldiers of the Mi Army.

In the blink of an eye, half of Mi Jun's team fell down.

It wasn't until this time that the Mi Army soldiers reacted and hastily fought back.

But they didn't know where the volunteers were ambushing, so they could only sweep around with their guns.

When they ran out of bullets and replaced the clips, the various combat teams of the Dark Blade immediately dispatched, adopting the tactic of crossing forward, narrowing the encirclement of the Mi army.

There are only more than 200 remaining rice troops still stubbornly resisting. They keep getting closer and surround those who need to be escorted out.

But how could they be able to deal with Dark Blade's tactical cooperation.

As soon as the gunfire from the Mi Army stopped, the Dark Blade soldiers immediately approached.

Once the Mi army fired, the soldiers immediately spread out to hide.

Although the gunfire from the Mi Army continued, not even a single Dark Blade soldier was injured.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Mi Army kept falling. After being hit by the Dark Blade for several rounds, the number of people who resisted at the beginning dropped sharply from more than 200 people to more than 100 people, and only a dozen people remained in the end.

This number of people was no longer enough to make Dark Blade afraid. The soldiers even gave up concealment and surrounded them with their guns raised.

As Qiao Lin walked forward, he kept shooting and killing the rice army soldiers who still had weapons in their hands.

What surprised him was that in the past, when encountering such situations, the soldiers of the Mi Army would basically hand in their guns and surrender.

But at this moment, knowing that they would be defeated, these soldiers still held up their guns and refused to let go, as if they were resisting to the end.

But Qiao Lin would not let them go just because the other party had the backbone. He still shot one by one and walked over rhythmically.

"Company commander, these guys don't look like soldiers!"

Some soldiers stepped forward to check and pushed out those who had crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Seven of the original twenty people were hit by stray bullets in the battle just now, and there are still 13 people left.

Tall, short, fat and thin, all aged between 50 and [-] years old, without military uniforms, they really don't look like soldiers in the traditional sense.

"Who are you?"

Jolin asked loudly in English.

Those people looked up at him, then lowered their heads again. No one answered, they looked very nervous.

"Ask again, who are you?"

Qiao Lin directly put the muzzle of the gun on a fat man's head.

"We, we are just reporters, here to cover the battlefield."

The fat man explained tremblingly.

To be escorted by a battalion of infantry is certainly no small role.

reporter?

Jolin didn't believe it.