The Osprey Whistle That Resounding Through the Night Sky, A US Air Strike?
The end of the battle was very sudden, but it was within expectations.
All the battalions began to clean up the battlefield and quickly snatch the weapons and equipment of the American army.
Clearing the battlefield was a lucrative business.
The most direct way for the volunteer army to obtain weapons and equipment was to clean up the battlefield after a battle.
There was a saying that was true.
Without guns or cannons, the enemy would build them for us.
It was very accurate.
With the memories carved into their bones, the soldiers of each division were afraid that they would be slow and not be able to snatch good weapons and equipment. They fought like crazy.
"All battalions, quickly organize and take inventory of your resources.”
Under the urging of the Bureau Chief.
The volunteer soldiers also moved much faster.
Wu Qianli brought a few soldiers with him to observe the battlefield, to see if there were any fallen soldiers or corpses.
However, after taking two steps…
Wu Qianli put the Osprey Whistle into his mouth and blew a short whistle.
Tan Ziwei looked up.
In his surprise, he hurriedly ran over and hugged Wu Qianli.
"Miles, isn't that Ye Qing of yours too godly?”
Tan Zi Wei quickly recounted everything that had happened in the battle.
"Even from 400 to 500 meters away, this could save my life. If it wasn't for Ye Qing, I would have died in the hands of that foreigner.”
"Where is he?"
Tan Ziwei looked behind Wu Qianli.
But he did not see Ye Qing.
"Of course. Right now, Ye Qing is the only combat hero in the entire army. Do you know why the 7th Company was the first to break through the American defense line?”
Wu Qianli was a little proud as he turned around and pouted his lips towards the mountain peak.
"All the light and heavy machine gun positions were destroyed by that guy, just like how the American army welcomed us with open doors.”
As he spoke, Wu Qianli pointed to the other side.
"Over there, our Seventh Intersection Company blew up ten tanks. Do you know how they did it?”
Tan Ziwei was extremely shocked.
"Ten?"
The warriors behind Tan Ziwei were even more dumbfounded.
A company blowing up ten tanks?
How many people would have to be sacrificed?
Tan Ziwei thought the same and hurriedly asked,""How many brothers have we sacrificed?"
But who knew that Wu Qianli would laugh even more happily.
"What sacrifice? Ye Qing can destroy the tank's observation mirror with one shot. Our brothers can just throw grenades along the observation mirror.”
As soon as he said this, Tan Zi Wei was completely dumbfounded.
Putting aside the fact that the observation mirror was bulletproof glass.
From such a long distance, or was it because of the night vision obstruction, hitting the small bulletproof glass from more than 400 meters away?
Even immortals couldn't do it, right?
The news that Tan Zi Wei had heard was too shocking, and his expression was a little dazed.
It felt like he was listening to a fairy tale.
His brain was buzzing.
"I know that kid is a god, but this, this..."
Tan Ziwei couldn't even find words to describe it, and he didn't say anything after a long time.
"Don't say that you can't accept it, I can't accept it either.”
Wu Qianli laughed bitterly.
"After fighting for so many years, this is the first time in my life that I've known that a sniper is so powerful.”
Tan Ziwei was too lazy to reply to Wu Qianli.
You call this a sniper?
Don't insult Ye Qing. Have you ever seen a sniper fight like this?
If even snipers were this powerful…
We don't even need to fight the American army. They just sent a few hundred snipers into the country and wiped out the hundreds of thousands of us.
After chatting for a while about Ye Qing.
Wu Qianli suddenly thought of something.
He turned his head and shouted in Wu Wanli's direction.
"Call me Old Company Commander."
But who knew that before Wu Wanli could speak, Yu Congrong, this silly fellow, was the first to shout.
"Old Company Commander!"
"Not you, you!"
Wu Qianli glared at Wu Wanli and said.
But who knew that Wu Wanli would not speak.
Yu Congrong retorted.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Got it."
Wu Wanli swayed unsteadily as he looked at Tan Ziwei with a burning gaze and said,"A great hero who can't be killed."
Wu Qianli said softly.
"Ten thousand miles."
Tan Ziwei understood everything.
Tan Ziwei exchanged a complicated look with Wu Qianli before walking toward Wu Wanli.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
Tan Ziwei grinned and put his arm around Wu Wanli's shoulder as they walked toward the back.
"Little bastard, have you seen the enemy's plane? When the plane's rear door opened, all that came out were guns and cannons, but we were all dressed in yellow.”
"What should we call the brother who sacrificed himself?”
"He didn't sleep for six days and six nights on the march and froze to death on the road. What should we call him?”
"What do we call those who rush ten meters away from the enemy before throwing grenades and die from the explosion?”
Tan Ziwei's eyes were red as he tugged at Wu Wanli's clothes.
"There are no heroes that can't be frozen to death, and there are no heroes that can't be killed. There is only the glory of a soldier!”
"What is it called?"
These words that reached straight to the soul made Wu Wanli suddenly understand.
Salute!
"The 667th warrior, Wu Wanli.”
Tan Ziwei was just about to pat Wu Wanli's shoulder when a crisp sound of an osprey whistle suddenly resounded through the night sky.
Tan Ziwei was stunned.
He turned his head and shouted at Wu Qianli.
"Whose Osprey Whistle? Which direction?"
Wu Qianli's expression turned extremely ugly as he searched for the source of the sound on the surrounding mountain peaks.
"Ye Qing! Ye Qing's Osprey Whistle, an air raid? Air raid! It was an air strike! The American fighter jets are coming!"
The Osprey Whistle sounded rhythmically.
It was the secret code that Wu Qianli and Ye Qing had used.
And from the sound of it…It was also a large-scale bombardment of fighter jets by the US military.
"Captain, it's over there, at the highest peak.”
Yu Congrong immediately discovered Ye Qing's position. It was the osprey whistle that had sounded from the highest peak of the mountain.
Wu Qianli had no doubts.
There was no hesitation.
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hurry up! Conceal! Hurry up and hide! The US airstrike is coming!"
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]