Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"Preparation platoon, occupy the courtyard gate, fire cover!"

Qiao Lin issued a combat order to the reserve platoon, climbed over the pile of corpses at the gate, and rushed into the courtyard.

"Da da!"

Using a submachine gun to shoot bursts is not something ordinary people can do.

Qiao Lin shot and killed several rice soldiers who wanted to shoot, and continued to charge forward.

After entering the compound, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon quickly formed a three-three formation, slowing down and rushing forward.

The gunfire continued, and the soldiers of the Mi Army fell one by one, and the Mi Army behind them had been cleaned up.

"Stop them, stop them!"

Smith, who retreated back to the command room, saw this scene and shouted in despair.

Soon, a group of Mi Army soldiers who were temporarily pushed out stopped in front, blocking Qiao Lin's way.

On one side were Qiao Lin and 45 reconnaissance platoon fighters, and on the other side were hundreds of rice army soldiers.

There was a big difference in the number of people, but the strange thing was that these rice army soldiers didn't shoot, they just stood there.

Maybe it was fear, maybe it was knowing that they were invincible, but no one shot.

But Qiao Lin didn't have the time to think about it. He flipped his hands over, holding the gun in his left hand and the bayonet in his right.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also made the same action.

The submachine gun cannot be equipped with a bayonet, but this did not bother Qiao Lin. The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon had already held the bayonet in their hands long before launching the charge.

In this way, the bayonet can be used to attack immediately after the bullets are exhausted, and there will be no gap for temporary drawing of the knife or changing the magazine.

"kill!"

Qiao Lin leaned forward with his upper body and roared.

"kill!"

The 45 soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon also leaned forward with their upper body, roaring in unison.

Chapter 80 Bravely Catching Big Fish Alive

With this roar, the whole world seemed to quiet down.

The Mi Army soldiers stared dumbfounded at the opponents in front of them, not understanding what they were going to do.

The next second, Qiao Lin moved.

With a kick on the ground with his right foot, his whole body was shot out like a shell fired from a chamber.

Because of too much force, the ground was trampled out of a hole by his leather boots.

Those who rushed up with Qiao Lin were the 45 reconnaissance platoon fighters.

They cast a sharp sword out of their bodies, and inserted it directly into the camp of the rice army soldiers.

Hundreds of rice army soldiers were torn apart in an instant.

In close combat, cold weapons are king.

The soldiers let go of their submachine guns and fought with bayonets in the enemy camp.

Poke, pick, scratch, wipe.

These movements that have been practiced countless times on the training ground exert unparalleled power at this moment.

The reserve platoon outside the gate continued to push the front line into the courtyard, shooting and killing the outer rice soldiers from time to time.

They didn't dare to shoot directly, and among those fighting fiercely together, there were also their own people.

In such a melee, what is fought is physical strength, reaction, skill, and courage.

And these are exactly what Dark Blade is best at.

Every time a bayonet is raised, it will bring up a cloud of blood mist.

The number of rice soldiers is getting smaller and smaller.

The advantage in numbers has no effect at this moment. Qiao Lin and the others have already started unilateral slaughter and crushing.

Although they all wear the same military uniform, the Dark Blade's headgear has become the best logo, which can not only shock the enemy, but also avoid being accidentally injured by their own people.

Soon, the remaining dozens of rice soldiers retreated in a hurry, not daring to fight again.

The soldiers' feet had already been filled with the corpses of soldiers from the Mi Army, and their brown military uniforms had also turned black due to too much blood.

Streams of blood gathered together and gradually flowed out from under the corpse.

Everyone held a bayonet in their hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

Qiao Lin stood at the forefront, holding the submachine gun hanging on his chest in his left hand again, and leaning forward with his upper body.

"kill!"

"kill!"

After two roars, the reconnaissance platoon charged again, no one was left alive, and lives were like nothing!

"Tsk tsk! The bastards in the reconnaissance platoon are much more ruthless than us. How do the instructors train soldiers?"

Yu Congrong, who was lying on the wall watching the battle, couldn't help muttering.

"Stop them!"

Smith was still screaming in despair.

Although reason told him that he had already lost.

But he couldn't accept it. He was the commander of the [-]st Marine Division. Before today, the [-]st Marine Division had never had a defeat.

No one is willing to stop it for him.

This group of guys wearing hoods who couldn't see their faces clearly killed people without mercy, even without the slightest emotion, as if they were a group of machines specially designed for killing.

"They are demons sent by God to harvest life!"

A Mi Army soldier who had a nervous breakdown and sat on the ground peed all over his pants murmured.

No one feels out of place with linking God and the devil.

White flags were erected from every corner, representing that the owner of the flag had surrendered.

Bai Qi looked like it was made temporarily, and tied a piece of white cloth to the gun. Although it was not very beautiful, it was interesting.

"Surrender!"

Qiao Lin yelled without looking back, and continued to walk towards the combat command room.

Soldiers from the reserve platoon and the fire platoon filed in, holding up their guns and gathering the surrendered rice soldiers to the corner, making them crouch down with their heads in their arms.

Some soldiers were also assigned to search each room to see if there were any hidden enemies.

Qiao Lin stopped at the door of the combat command room. The room was quite spacious, and there were several combat maps hanging on the wall, which were much more accurate than the maps of the volunteer army.

There were several sand tables on the ground, and there was a large table in the middle. Behind the table sat Smith in military uniform with blood on his face.

Of course Jolin didn't know him.

Smith put his hands on the table, trying to look calm, but his trembling arms betrayed his true inner thoughts.

"Bring him out!"

Qiao Lin turned and went back to the courtyard, looking carefully among the group of surrendered rice soldiers, looking for his mission target.

There were a few scattered gunshots in the courtyard. It should be that the soldiers who searched found the rice soldiers who were unwilling to surrender and shot them dead on the spot.

Soon, two soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon escorted Smith over.

The light in the room was too dim, and only then did Qiao Lin notice that there was a general star hanging on the shoulder of the person escorted over, which should be a big fish.

"What's your name? Position?"

Qiao Lin asked directly in English.

That Smith was startled, as if he didn't expect Jolin to speak English, but he quickly turned his head away, not intending to answer.

Qiao Lin didn't mind either. He put the bayonet back into the scabbard, picked up the submachine gun, and shot at the prisoners without warning, killing five rice soldiers on the spot.

The soldiers of the rice army who had surrendered desperately shrank back.

Killing the prisoners was a violation of discipline. Wu Qianli subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop Qiao Lin, but hesitated for a while, and still did not step forward with his raised right foot.

Smith turned his head sharply, staring at Jolin.

"Answer my question, or I will continue to kill!"

Qiao Lin met his gaze and said, raising his gun again to aim at the prisoner.

"Don't you volunteers not kill prisoners?"

Smith spoke, but instead of answering Jolin's question, he questioned it.

Qiao Lin chuckled, but the smile was covered by the hood, and he fired again without warning, killing five more rice soldiers.

"You can kill civilians at will. What if I kill a few prisoners? Those who are alive are prisoners, and those who are killed are just corpses."

As Qiaolin said, he pulled out the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, and pulled the bolt.

"What? Are you not going to answer?"

Seeing that Smith was still silent, Jolin raised his gun again.

"My name is Smith, the commander of the [-]st Marine Division."

Smith finally compromised. It is unreasonable to talk to this kind of lunatic, not to mention that Mi Jun himself is unreasonable.

"So you are the commander here."

Qiao Lin nodded happily. Now that the person has been caught, the task of the system has been completed.

[Congratulations to the host, complete the system task, and reward an assassination manual]

Sure enough, as soon as Qiao Lin had this idea, the rewards from the system arrived.

But at this time, Qiao Lin didn't bother to check what the reward was for.