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

The old smoker looked at Yang Ling and his face became serious: "Brother Yang, my brother's life is in your hands. We will listen to you as you say."

"Yes, Brother Yang, just tell us what to do, we will all follow your orders." Hei Wa, who escaped from death, also echoed.

Hei Wa happened to be changing guards when the devils attacked them. When he saw the devils killing the sentries, he screamed and woke up the devils. The devils raised their guns and shot. Fortunately, he fell and saved his life. The fog was very thick at the time. With the gunshot, the devil thought he was hit, so he didn't care about him anymore, so he saved his life.

Everyone expressed their willingness to follow Yang Ling's command. After all, Yang Ling led them to avoid several groups of devils along the way, and had already developed trust in him.

"Platoon Leader Luo, what do you mean?" Yang Ling finally looked at Luo Dayong who was silent there.

"This is obviously going to die, we are not enough people to get the devils between our teeth..."

The old smoker scolded his head and covered his face: "Damn, where is there so much nonsense, I just ask you if you want to go or get out."

Facing everyone's staring eyes, Luo Dayong finally pointed to Hei Wa and said, "I will go wherever Hei Wa goes, and I want to protect him."

Hei Wa looked at Luo Dayong who suddenly became nice to him, and before turning his head around for a while, Yang Ling spoke again: "Then act."

As he spoke, he threw the captured devil's sub-machine gun to Luo Dayong, and then ducked forward.

The old smoker cast a contemptuous glance at Luo Dayong, inserted the dry smoker back into his waist, and followed closely behind, the remnant soldiers all followed Yang Ling's footsteps towards the devil's camp not far away.

The National Revolutionary Army and the devils are still fighting day and night. Countless grenades fly across the air with long streamers of light. The flashes produced by the explosions illuminate the clouds containing cumulus rain from time to time, which is even more ferocious in such a dark night. .

Second Lieutenant Hidenaka Sato was writing a letter to his home far away across the ocean, lying under the dim lantern, the pen and paper rustling.Sato Hidezhong is very happy at the moment. He wants to tell his father who is far away from him about his promotion.

Because of his outstanding military exploits, he had replaced the commander who died in battle as the captain of the second lieutenant. He was promoted based on his military exploits, and he did not rely on his elder brother who served in the wing. He wanted to prove his ability to his father.

Text Chapter 7 Raid Camp

The night was dark and starless, and the cold night wind radiated a chill. Yang Ling led the remnants of the soldiers and sneaked towards the devil's temporary camp. From time to time, someone stumbled over the grass and stones and made muffled noises. Yang Ling had to slow down and wait. Follow them at their own pace.

The devil's temporary camp was stationed in a leeward depression. More than a dozen tents were scattered scattered. In the grass 300 meters to the west of him, there was still a ghost secretly sentinel.

Yang Ling's pace seemed to be slow, but his speed was fast. The eight remnants behind them were panting slightly. Although Yang Ling's body was weak, he knew how to adjust his breathing rhythm. so tired.

When he was several hundred meters away from the devil's temporary camp, Yang Ling stopped, raised his right hand and made a stop gesture to the back. The old smoking gun that was following Yang Ling still hit Yang Ling's back, staggered and almost fell Fortunately, Yang Ling's eyesight and hands quickly supported him.

Although the disabled soldiers in the back didn't understand Yang Ling's gestures, they subconsciously stopped when they saw the old smoker almost fell to the ground. The disabled soldiers have never learned sign language, so how can they understand their own gestures.

Yang Ling had no choice but to gather the remnant soldiers, pointed to the gentle slope not far away and said in a low voice, "Stay here and don't move, I'll deal with the sentry."

After ordering the remnant soldiers, Yang Ling handed over the [-] rifles he had seized to Old Smoker, while he sneaked into the darkness with a sharp bayonet in his hand.

In the grass on the west side of the gentle slope, a devil's secret whistle is watching the surroundings vigilantly. Any disturbance can't escape his eyes, but he doesn't know that the danger is slowly approaching.

The devil's secret post chose a very good place to hide. Not only does he have a wide view, but also the grass is thick here, making it difficult to be found. Although he disguised himself very well, in the eyes of Yang Ling, the former king of falcon soldiers, he looked like the king's Like new clothes, there is nothing to hide.

Lying in the cold grass, the moisture from the ground made the ghost sentry's abdomen feel extremely uncomfortable. He moved his somewhat numb legs and lay down on his stomach in a more comfortable position.

He suddenly heard some noise in the grass behind him, and just as he turned his head, he saw a black figure attacking him. Before he could react, a sharp bayonet flashed in his eyes, and he felt his own His neck was cold, and then his brain went black, and he lost consciousness.

Yang Ling carefully laid the devil's body flat in the grass, took off the two melon grenades hanging from his body and put them in his pockets, then quietly moved towards the devil's sentry post on the gentle slope to the east.

The devil's sentinel standing on the gentle slope was condescending and had a wider view. Yang Ling touched it silently and stabbed the devil's heart with a knife, but this time it was a miscalculation. The devil did not die immediately, but turned over and pressed Yang Ling Under the body.

The devil's strength is surprisingly great, croaking like an enraged beast, while pinching Yang Ling's neck with both hands, Yang Ling touched a stone in desperation and threw it at the devil's head, huge The force of the impact made the devil dizzy.

Yang Ling took the opportunity to turn over, pulled out the bayonet from the devil's chest, and stabbed it into the devil's neck fiercely. A stream of warm blood sprayed Yang Ling's face, but Yang Ling couldn't care less, the devil's yelling had already alarmed the rest of the devils who were sleeping. .

Originally, Yang Ling wanted to get rid of the two devil's sentries, and then they passed by the devil's temporary camp quietly, so as to avoid arousing the enemy, but he never thought that the devil's heart grew on the other side.

"Bring me the machine gun!" Yang Ling quickly yelled at Old Smoker and the others, unfastened the devil's grenade and ran up the gentle slope.

The reaction of the devils was not unpleasant. It took less than 2 minutes from the ghost sentry's screams to Yang Ling running up the gentle slope, and they had already rushed out of the tent with their [-]-cap rifles.

The devil's melon grenade was an impact-triggered fuze. Yang Ling's two grenades collided suddenly, then aimed at the devil who was running out of the tent, and threw it.

Two groups of violent explosion flames flashed between the devil's tents with the rumbling sound, dazzling in the dark night sky, and the scorching air waves knocked the devils within ten meters around to the ground like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. Explosions sprayed everywhere made the devil howl like ghosts and wolves.

Yang Ling didn't care to watch his own battle results, another collision, and the remaining two grenades were also thrown out along the way. The violent fire burst out again, and the mud, stumps and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and the depression was immediately blown up. There were several large holes, and the devil's tent was also torn to pieces by the explosion.

At this moment, Old Smoker and the others had already rushed up the gentle slope from behind. Seeing the devils who hadn't been killed, they hurriedly lay down and started pulling the bolt to shoot. Bang, the sound of the gun was extremely piercing in the dark night, and the bullets dragged the stream of light. Entering the devil's camp is like an elf dancing in the dark.

Yang Ling snatched the crooked machine gun from Luo Dayong's hand, and swept across from left to right at the surviving devil lying on the ground. Blood splashed everywhere, and at least seven or eight hits were made by the [-] rounds of clips. A devil, but in fact the casualties of the devil were six dead and five injured.

The magazine was pulled out by Yang Ling and thrown to the dazed Luo Dayong: "Reload quickly!" As he said that another magazine full of bullets had been loaded into the machine gun, the roar of the machine gun sounded again, and the scorching bullets shot towards the machine gun. As the devils poured away, Yang Ling fired from right to left this time, the muzzle of the gun vibrated regularly, and blood spattered again.

The devil was dizzy by the grenade, and before he could react, he was shot by two rounds of machine guns, causing heavy casualties. Then the surviving devils began to shoot at the gentle slope, and the bullets splashed the mud on the gentle slope.

Yang Ling emptied another magazine of bullets, and a team of more than 50 devils had almost been reimbursed. They were injured and disabled, and the shrill screams mixed with the howling of bullets made the place noisy.

"Follow me!" When the third magazine was finished, Yang Ling inserted the bloody bayonet into the lock of the [-] cover with a click and fixed it, and rushed towards the devil's temporary camp down the gentle slope with a roar.

"Come on--" Old Smoker and the others saw that Yang Ling had already rushed down with the bayonet upright, they hesitated a little, and cheered themselves up at the top of their voices, and rushed down the gentle slope after Yang Ling.

The devil's camp had become a mess at this moment, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke. As soon as Yang Ling rushed into the smoke with his spear straightened, he bumped into a devil head-on, and he stepped forward to get close without a bayonet. Without hesitation, he plunged into the opponent's abdomen.

Stabbing and drawing the knife, Yang Ling's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and the devil was already curled up on the ground clutching his stomach.

Text Chapter 8 Miserable Victory

There was a hustle and bustle amidst the gunpowder smoke, the screams of the devils before they were about to die, the hoarse roars of the remnants of soldiers, the violent impacts during stabbing and sporadic gunshots mixed together, blood spattered, and people kept rolling to the ground.

In a messy depression, Yang Ling led eight remnants of soldiers into a fierce hand-to-hand fight with the devils. This was a fight that neither side was prepared for. Yang Ling wanted to lead the remnants of soldiers around the devil's camp quietly. land, but unintentionally alarmed the devils, so he had to act first.

The devils bit the defeated Chinese army and chased them all day. They were tired and sleepy and did not expect to encounter a sudden attack. When he realized it, Yang Ling had already led the remnants of the soldiers and rushed to them with their spears.

These devils belonged to the Ninth Division of the Japanese Army, one of the Type A divisions, and their combat effectiveness was strong. Their companions suffered heavy losses under the two rounds of blows. Instead of making them timid, it aroused their fierceness in their bones. Shouting, shirtless, he fought with the remnants of the bayonet.

Scarlet blood sprayed without warning, and the sharp bayonet gleamed coldly and was stained with blood. The two sides in the scuffle kept shouting and swung their fists and bayonets vigorously, trying to put the opponent to death.

Yang Ling was like a cold killing machine at this moment. His thin body exploded with super fighting power. The bayonet in his hand was already dripping with blood. There were no fewer than five devils who fell under his bayonet. They were either dead or injured.

But there are too many devils, there are more than 50 people in a team. Although the grenade and machine gun strikes knocked down almost half of the devils, the remaining devils still occupy an absolute numerical advantage. After reacting, he continued to join the battle group to fight.

Yang Ling was injured. Although he used to be the King of Soldiers, he was an ordinary person after all. He would die and be injured. His thin body no longer possessed the tyrannical strength it used to.

There was a tear in the gray military uniform, and the devil's cold bayonet cut a blood groove on his arm, and the blood seeped out. The pain in the arm was transmitted to the brain through the central nervous system, and Yang Ling couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Yang Ling, who was in pain, twisted his neck and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He did not retreat but advanced. At the same time, the bayonet in his hand pierced the devil's chest fiercely, piercing him halfway through. Blood dripped from the sharp tip of the knife. Jumped out from the devil's back.

With a painful expression on the devil's face, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Ling's neck with his teeth bared. Yang Ling snorted coldly and kicked him into the bomb crater.

The old smoker felt that he was about to suffocate because of his shortness of breath, his wrinkled face turned a reddish purple because the devil was choking his neck, his legs were kicking hard, and the dirt on the ground couldn't be kicked out. Groove, the devil riding on him grinned grinningly, like a devil from hell, his hands were like pliers firmly stuck around his neck.

Am I dying?The old smoker is full of despair. Although he likes to bully the recruits in the company and extort money from the recruits in exchange for drinks, he has never done a single thing that hurts nature. He thought he would follow the army to fight the national war It's the matter of Guangzong Yaozu. I didn't think that I would die first before I killed a devil. I am not reconciled.

The devil's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the kicking of the old smoker is getting weaker and weaker. Thinking that he is going to die soon, a hint of relief flashed in the old smoker's eyes, and he no longer has to run for his life day and night Now, I no longer have to worry about the days when I have eaten my last meal, and I can finally have a good sleep.