Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Guns fired in the courtyard, but they could only wait. Without Qiao Lin's order, no one dared to act rashly.

It's coming, it's finally here!

Seeing the soldiers of the Mi Army running towards the courtyard gate, Wu Qianli and Zhao Dalei lifted their spirits at the same time.

Is it finally our turn?

Six heavy machine guns had been set up quietly, facing the courtyard gate more than ten meters wide in an arc.

Some Mi Army soldiers rushed out of the door, and the heavy machine gunner looked back at Zhao Dalei and asked him if he should shoot.

"Wait a little longer, wait for more people to come out!"

Zhao Dalei stared at the front without blinking, his voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether it was nervousness or excitement.

More and more rice army soldiers rushed out, there were five to six hundred people, and they had begun to spread to both sides.

"Fire!"

Zhao Dalei stood up abruptly and shouted sharply.

"Da da da da da!"

Six fire snakes sprayed from the muzzle of the heavy machine roared and rushed towards the rice army soldiers outside the courtyard.

Six heavy machine guns fired at the same time, from left to right, from right to left, cross-fired.

In the blink of an eye, most of the first batch of American troops who rushed out fell down.

"Don't stop, keep fighting!"

Zhao Dalei screamed strangely, raised the gun in his arms and pointed it forward and pulled the trigger.

Six heavy machine guns plus dozens of submachine guns, a firepower net with a small range but enough to cover the entire courtyard gate, instantly devoured the soldiers of the rice army who rushed out.

The corpses of the rice army soldiers were piled up sideways, more than half a meter high.

"Crawl forward, advance the battle line!"

Zhao Dalei gave an order, and the soldiers in the reserve platoon began to crawl forward, with Wu Qianli at the forefront.

It was a joy to fight this battle.

The Mi Army did not expect that there were still firepower from the Volunteers outside the yard. After dropping hundreds of corpses, they retreated back into the yard in a hurry, holding their guns and shooting out.

However, the corpses of the soldiers of the rice army became the bunkers of the volunteers, blocking the bullets for them. The preparation platoon crawled behind these corpses, stopped advancing, and set up guns to shoot into the courtyard.

The grenades in the courtyard were still falling and exploding.

If you stay in the yard, you will be bombed, and if you rush out, you will be machine-gunned, and you are in a dilemma.

Smith understood that the headquarters was surrounded, but he couldn't figure out how the volunteers did it quietly.

After throwing the grenades, Yu Congrong climbed up the wall to see that the number of Mi troops in the courtyard had decreased by one-third, and he was fully alert to shoot outside the courtyard gate.

The opportunity is coming!

"All the firepower platoons go up to the wall, shoot at the enemies inside, and come down after shooting!"

Yu Congrong gave the order in a low voice.

Soon, on the top of the three courtyard walls, a row of people in Mi Army uniforms and submachine guns appeared silently.

Yu Congrong took the lead in firing the first shot, and then dozens of guns fired together, pouring all the bullets on the soldiers of the Mi Army in the courtyard.

In an instant, another large group of people fell down.

The terrified Mi Army soldiers raised their guns to fight back, only to find that there was no one on the wall.

"Grandma, change the magazine, find a chance to sweep them again!"

Yu Congrong grinned and said, the resentment in his heart was finally released.

The sudden attack of the firepower platoon gave Mi Jun in the courtyard the idea of ​​rushing out again.

But as soon as they rushed more than ten meters away from the far gate, the machine gun on the opposite side rang again. After leaving behind dozens of corpses, the U.S. military was forced to retreat again.

Here's another chance!

Yu Congrong, who had been lying on the top of the wall observing the situation, grinned, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers of the fire platoon climbed up again.

While Mi Jun retreating into the courtyard was still in shock, gunshots rang out again on the courtyard wall.

The action was faster this time. Before Mi Jun could react, the gunfire stopped, probably because the magazine was empty.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Smith snatched a submachine gun from a rice army soldier, pointed the muzzle upwards at the sky, and fired a bunch of bullets, cursing bitterly.

He is going crazy!

Chapter 79 It's a Conspiracy

The only way out was blocked, and there were sneak attacks from time to time behind the courtyard wall, and we had to guard against snipers hiding somewhere on the three mountains.

Smith could never have imagined that he, the commanding officer of the First Marine Division, with the rank of major general, would be beaten so hard by a group of volunteers that he had never paid attention to.

The gunshots were still ringing, and people fell down every second. Seeing the rice army infantry regiment that had killed thousands of people, although Smith was a little reconciled, he had to admit that if only relying on the headquarters I am afraid it will be difficult to sustain this little force.

He retreated to the combat command room, picked up the phone on the table, and prepared to call for help.

If Jolin knew that Smith hadn't thought of calling for reinforcements until now, he would have regretted sending the guards out to scout out enemy reinforcements.

A guard squad of 15 people is not a small combat power for the Dark Blade who is still at a disadvantage in numbers.

Smith held the phone and shook it several times, but there was no response from the receiver, and his expression changed suddenly.

No matter how confused he was, he knew that the phone line was disconnected.

Was the telephone line blown up in the previous firefight, or was it deliberately cut off by the volunteers?

If it is the former, it can only be regarded as a coincidence, but if it is the latter, then the volunteers who came today are terrible!

In fact, this was really a coincidence. At the beginning of the battle, the artillery platoon was doing its best to deal with the tanks and howitzers in the courtyard. A single chip that was blown up was lucky enough to encounter the telephone line set up by the Mi Army, and it was easily removed. The line was cut.

But all this, Smith did not know.

According to people's inertial thinking, when encountering panic and danger, in addition to the desire to survive, they will instinctively consider the worst outcome.

Smith is like this at the moment. After repeated analysis, he is convinced that this is a conspiracy by the Volunteers against the First Marine Division, and it must have been planned for a long time.

Otherwise, how did the volunteers from outside get to the headquarters through layers of defenses?Otherwise, how could they have so many scheming tactics?

The telephone line must have been cut off deliberately by them, in order to completely lose contact with the outside world.

Well, that must be it!

Smith thought without doubt.

Then beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

First destroy the heavy weapons, and then carry out sneak attacks from all corners, bit by bit eating away at the strength of the rice army.

Such an opponent is too terrifying. Are they planning to bury the entire headquarters in this yard?

No, I can't let them succeed, I don't want to sit still!

After an intense ideological struggle, Smith finally made a decision, a decision he would regret shortly afterward.

"Come on!"

Smith stepped out of the command room, calling out to his guards.

"General!"

Smith's guards appeared from nowhere and stood in front of him.

"Pass on my order, form a death squad immediately, and rush out at all costs!"

Smith cried frantically.

"Yes, General!"

Just as the guard agreed, before he had time to move, a bullet pierced his head and flew past Smith's cheek.

The spurted brains and blood splashed all over Smith's face, he instinctively took a few steps back, and screamed in half-nausea and half-fear.

As a general, Smith really rarely had the opportunity to witness such a scene up close.

Several guards with submachine guns rushed over immediately, blocked Smith behind, and slowly moved to another position to prevent being sniped again.

"Hurry up and form a death squad, you must rush out, rush out!"

Smith roared frantically, the smell of the brains splashed on his face made him nauseous, he really didn't want to stay in this yard for a second longer.

Soon, a death squad of more than 100 people was formed. They lined up in five rows, each holding the submachine gun in his hand, pulling the trigger, and rushing out like crazy.

As for the other people in the courtyard, they followed closely behind the death squad. Smith was in the middle of the team, holding his own pistol, and ran out with the large team.

"Da da da da da!"

The heavy machine guns of the reserve platoon fired again, and it didn't even take ten seconds. Not a single death squad of more than 100 soldiers from the Mi Army was left alive. Heaps of rotten meat.

The people behind still wanted to rush out, but the people in front didn't dare to go out anymore, and Mi Jun's team was crowded at the gate like this.

This gave the reserve platoon another chance. The soldiers stood up and fired wildly, and the rice army soldiers fell down row by row at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until the gate was blocked by piles of corpses that the Mi Army inside gave up the idea of ​​continuing to break through. Only then did they understand that they couldn't get out just because they were not afraid of death.

The firepower platoon finally stopped after carrying out two sneak attacks on the Mi army. The reason is very simple, they ran out of bullets.

Qiao Lin was lying on the hillside, observing all this seriously, his clenched fists were too hard, and the knuckles had turned white.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

After two hours of fighting, the sky was bright, and when the sun was shining on everyone, Qiao Lin suddenly got up.

The time has come!

"Reconnaissance platoon! Come in with me!"

Qiao Lin let out a roar that was almost like a beast, jumped down first, and ran towards the compound.

Behind him, all the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon followed.

The distance of several hundred meters didn't even take a minute, and Qiao Lin led the people to the gate.