The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Little devil, I will blow you up to death." Luo Dayong pulled the string of the wooden-handled grenade violently, and suddenly a puff of white smoke came out. Throw it on the head of the retreating little devil.

The grenade swirled across the reeds, and then bumped into the devil's helmet, allowing the bullet to land at the feet of a little devil. Seeing the smoldering grenade falling on his feet, the devil's footsteps stopped abruptly, his face Show a terrified expression.

Before he had time to dodge, with a bang, the rapidly expanding and exploding grenade had already sent the little devil flying, and rolled heavily into the reeds, crushing a piece of reeds.

Grenades flew down one after another among the devil soldiers. There was a violent explosion sound from the reeds, and the smoke was filled with debris.

"Little devil, let you enjoy being bombed too." Luo Dayong yelled while throwing grenades at the devil. Thinking of being bombarded by the devil's plane for several days, he finally let out a breath of anger.Feel very comfortable.

Yang Ling was holding a [-]-cap rifle in his hand, aiming at the devil soldiers who were dodging around, pulled the trigger, and bang, a devil soldier in front fell to the ground.

Just as Yang Ling was about to aim for the second shot, the voice of the old smoker came from over there: "Brothers, go—"

The remnants stood up with a whoop and rushed towards the scattered devil soldiers. Unwillingly, Yang Ling let go of the hand that pulled the trigger, inserted the bloody bayonet into the slot of the rifle and locked it, and stood up. rushed up.

The devil was first attacked by a row of rifles on the left, and then bombed by grenades behind him. There were already a lot of casualties, and now they are all scattered on the ground. The smoke has not yet cleared. rushed up.

The ghost soldiers were also tough, and they didn't panic in the slightest when faced with the disadvantage of numbers. They took the initiative to fight with their bayonets and grinned their teeth, and the wounded soldiers who covered them retreated towards the depths of the reed marshes.

The bayonets in the hands of the two remnant soldiers who rushed too fast missed the devils, but were knocked to the ground by the devils who came up. With a puff, the bayonets pierced their hearts and lost their lives.

"You little devil who caress about your grandma!" Seeing the remnant soldier rushing forward being stabbed to the ground by the devil, the old smoker roared, and the butt of the gun smashed towards the devil's head.

With a bang, the devil's steel helmet was thrown out, and the little devil's head was dizzy from the shock, and he couldn't stand still.

In the reed marshes, the remnant soldiers fought hand-to-hand with the surviving devils, and the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong collisions and shouts became one. However, there were more remnant soldiers than devils, and three or five people besieged a devil soldier, but they still had the advantage.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Second Lieutenant Matsui of the Devils pulled the trigger of the pistol and fired, while commanding the Devils to retreat to the depths of the reeds, trying to get out of the battle.

"Don't let them run away." Seeing that the remaining devil soldiers turned and fled to the depths of the reeds, Yang Ling cut the throat of a devil soldier in front of him with a bayonet, and loudly reminded the remaining soldiers.

The remnants screamed and rushed towards the devil soldiers one by one. Although their individual combat effectiveness was not as good as that of the devils, three or five of them swarmed up. Overturned to the ground.

Old Smoker led people to chase the escaped devils, while Yang Ling led people to deal with the remaining devils. Although the devils resisted stubbornly, they were weak and were dealt with one by one.

Relying on his strong body, Luo Dayong pinned down a devil on the ground, swung his fist and slammed it in the face of the little devil, the little devil's nose and mouth were covered with blood, and he screamed again and again.

The little devil who was knocked to the ground by Luo Dayong was crushed to death by his fist. Seeing that the little devil hadn't moved, Luo Dayong sat down on the ground and panted loudly, then grinned. , Brothers who died, I avenged you today.

Text Chapter 33 War without mercy

"Haha, I am rich."

Fatty Tian San was so happy that his face was about to bloom, he ran to the corpse of the dead devil, tore open the devil's biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, while busy with the [-]-cap rifle, armed belt, The kettle and other equipment kept hugging him, looking like a trash picker.

The rest of the remnants followed suit and began to sweep around the devil's corpse. During this time, they followed Yang Ling and killed many devils. They were very familiar with sweeping up the spoils and guaranteed that nothing would be left behind.

Yang Ling picked up the devil's probably new [-] caliber rifle, pulled the bolt to try the feel, rubbed aiming, and finally nodded all over the floor, throwing his original [-] caliber rifle to an excited of remnants.

The [-]th gun he seized first was also good, but when he was defending the position, he was bombarded by heavy artillery from devils, and it was worn out a lot, so he immediately changed to a more convenient gun.

A gun is a soldier's second life. A good gun can invisibly improve one's own strength. Although Yang Ling's marksmanship is very good, if he has a good gun, he can display his level more stably.

Putting the selected [-] cover on his shoulders, he squatted down again and untied the armed belt from the devil and tied it on his body. Having a gun but no bullets was like burning a stick. The bullets seized last time have now been used up. , he urgently needs additional ammunition now.

Most of the bullets of the Hanyang-made rifles of the Chinese Army and the official Chinese rifles use 7.92mm bullets, while the devil’s 6.5 big cover rifles use [-]mm bullets, so now Yang Ling and the others have a [-]mm bullet. Gai can only find ghost soldiers to replenish ammunition.

Except for the rifle and bullets, Yang Ling selectively took some dry food and a water bottle, and threw the rest to the remnant soldiers to divide up. He only chose some necessary things, and if he brought too many unnecessary things, it would be a drag.

Their ambush this time has yielded a lot. Except for the old smoker who brought him to chase, there are fourteen corpses of devils lying here. They seized a crooked machine gun, ten rifles, hundreds of bullets, and melons. There were more than 20 grenades, and the remnant soldiers were very excited when they became landlords and riches.

If they encountered such powerful devils head-on, the remnants would have no choice but to run away, because a crooked machine gun would be enough to suppress them and make them unable to hold their heads up.

Fortunately, this was a well-planned ambush. Before the devils could react, most of them were killed and injured by the grenade, and then they fought hand-to-hand. Their machine gunner was killed first, and they didn't even get a chance to shoot.

The remnant soldiers are now completely convinced by Yang Ling. Before they met Yang Ling, they had been kicked and beaten by the devil, but since they followed Yang Ling, beating the little devil was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. beated.

The corpses of the two remnant soldiers were quietly placed on the ground. They were the first to charge the devils, but they died the fastest. They were no match for the devils in their bayonet fights. They were stabbed to the ground by the devils after just one encounter. Too much and die.

"Bury it on the spot." Yang Ling knelt down and straightened the dirty gray uniforms of the two remnants, and ordered to the rest of the remnants.

People would die in a war, which was inevitable at any time. Yang Ling didn't want the remnant soldiers to suffer casualties, so he didn't lead them to attack the devils head-on, but risked himself to lure the devils into their ambush circle.

Even though he has tried his best, casualties still cannot be avoided. It is not that you can not die if you don't want to die. War is like this. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or accident.

Luo Dayong and the remnant soldiers dug the soil with bayonets along the big pit blown out by the grenade, preparing to bury the two dead remnant soldiers. This was the only thing they could do now.

Thinking that there are people digging pits and burying the dead now, and that he might be dead in the wilderness at that time, Luo Dayong panicked in his heart, and he said to the remnant soldiers: "If I die that day, you will have to give me a piece of cake." I'll find a place with good feng shui to bury it, I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed marsh."

"Brother Luo, why are you talking so frustratingly? Didn't Brother Yang say that we will defeat the devils and win." Li Mazi was very optimistic and comforted Luo Dayong.

"Whether we can live has a bullshit relationship with Victory. Maybe we will die before we see Victory."

"It seems to be right," Li Mazi scratched his head, "Brother Luo, if I die, you have to find me a place with good geomantic omen to bury me, and I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed marsh."

"We may decide who will die first, let's talk about it at that time." Luo Dayong lowered his head and began to dig the dirt vigorously. The topic of death is always a little heavy, although the remnant soldiers are usually joking and joking. mentioned, but they are clear in their hearts and understand their situation very well.

They themselves may die at any time, maybe it's just a matter of a bullet, and they don't have any confidence in their hearts about whether they can live until tomorrow. They just hope that someone will bury them when they die, and bury them in a land with good geomantic omen. Will suffice.

It didn't take long for the old smoker to come back with a few remnant soldiers, and dragged back the corpses of three devils.

"Damn, the little devil is as slippery as a loach. After chasing for a long time, he caught up with three." Old Smoker sat down on the ground, panting heavily, obviously very dissatisfied with his results.

In the past, they were always under the pressure of the devils, and there were always dead people on their side. They felt aggrieved, but now they managed to beat the devils into an ambush, and let the devils run away a lot. It feels like a cooked duck is flying, and I feel very unhappy.

"Run away, just run away, a few stragglers can't make any big waves." Yang Ling took it easy and comforted the old smoker.

Compared with the few little devils who ran into the reed marshes to escape, Yang Ling was more worried that 20 devils would join the war, how would they survive in this doomed war? Keep yourself safe.

It is obviously unrealistic to want to leave the battlefield now. He has thought about it. The supervisory team currently attached to the theater is not a vegetarian. Once they are caught as deserters, you will be pulled out and killed without even a chance to explain. , the military law on the battlefield is ruthless, and there is no place to appeal for grievances...

"This way." Just as Yang Ling was thinking about what to do in the future, the reeds in the distance were full of voices, and a large number of people were coming towards this side.

Text Chapter 34 Returning to the team

A group of people rushed over from the reeds, Yang Ling's reaction was the fastest, a bullet had already been pushed into the barrel of the gun, and the black muzzle was aimed at the direction of the coming people. ?

Seeing Yang Ling's movements, the rest of the remnants of the soldiers also hurriedly lay down, pulled the bolts of their guns, and pointed in the direction of the approaching people to prevent any accidents.

The company commander Xiong Dawu was tall and burly, holding a shell gun in his hand, which is commonly known as a box cannon. He pushed aside the reeds in front of him with both hands, and his forward body suddenly stopped. Directly in front of him, there were many black holes. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at him.

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, it's our own people." Xiong Dawu saw Yang Ling and the others in gray military uniforms, and hurriedly opened his mouth to prevent them from shooting him as a living target.

The soldiers behind Xiong Dawu also squeezed out of the reeds at this moment. Seeing many people pointing guns at them in the field of vision, they were also startled.

"Let it go, let it go, you are blind, don't you see that it's one of your own?"

Xiong Dawu turned his head and yelled at the soldiers behind him, but he scolded them bloody in his heart, his reaction was too slow, if the opposite side were real devils, they would have died countless times now, It seems that I have to practice these bastards well when I go back.