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

He ordered people to use machine guns to shoot at the ignited fire, sparks flew everywhere, firewood was blown and fell into the rubble, the fire was a little weaker, and before he breathed a sigh of relief, more kindling fell into the yard, The fire spread and eventually turned into a raging conflagration.

The fire blazed into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the scorching air warmed up the cold night. Yang Ling and the others were extremely comfortable, but the devil soldiers felt like they were tormenting in hell.

Cough cough—thick smoke floated into the room along the windows and gaps, the ghost soldiers were choking and coughing, and the scorching air wave was even more suffocating.

Faced with the flames that were constantly rushing towards them, the windows could not be guarded. The devil soldiers kept retreating, swung their bayonets, guns and sappers and began to smash the wall with their sappers, trying to escape.

However, in order to prevent bandits and thieves in this landlord's compound, the gaps in the brick walls were poured with glutinous rice juice. The devil soldiers sweated profusely, but made no progress at all.

A devil in the house couldn't help but rushed out with a bayonet, trying to break through, but was swallowed by the raging fire in an instant, turning into a running and jumping fireman, and uttered a heart-piercing scream, which made people's hair stand on end , Goosebumps all over my body.

"Mother, this is what you asked for..." Qin Shou proposed this plan of burning devils, and at this moment, he felt a little cruel, muttering to himself, feeling uncomfortable.

Shotaro Toshida, the leader of the devil, looked at the approaching flames and the panicked and desperate devil soldiers in the house, angry and unwilling.

The traitor translator was sweating all over from the scorching waves at the moment. He didn't want to die, and wanted to persuade Tosho Taro to surrender, but he didn't dare to speak when he saw the other party's roaring and angry appearance.

In the end, the surviving mother overcame her fear, couldn't help mustering up her courage, tore off the torn quilt and covered her body, and rushed out of the house while the devil was not paying attention, and rushed into the fire.

"I surrender! I surrender! Don't shoot!" the traitor translator shouted while running.

The defeated soldiers looked at each other, why are there still Chinese?

boom--

There was a puff of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the devil's Shaozuo Toshitaro, the voice of the traitor translator stopped abruptly, and his body moved forward a few steps in inertia and fell to the ground, and soon burned up.

Tosho Taro ended the life of the traitor translator without the slightest hesitation. In his heart, the traitor translator was not as good as a dog, and he would kill it if he killed it.

Tosho Taro's ruthlessness made the more than a dozen surviving devil soldiers afraid, and they did not dare to look at him.

"Everyone, it's time to pledge allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor—"

Tosho Taro looked at more than a dozen blood-stained devil soldiers, calmly and frighteningly.

A devil soldier couldn't bear the huge pressure, and suddenly cried: "No, I want to go home..."

boom!

The howling ghost soldier had a blood hole in his head, and was shot dead by Tosho Taro himself.

Tosho Taro ignored the corpse lying at his feet, and turned his cold eyes to another devil.

The devil's face was full of dust and he was in a state of embarrassment. Under Tosho Taro's gaze, he slowly removed the bayonet hanging from the gun.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The devil soldier roared, stabbed the bayonet into his stomach with all his strength, and collapsed down with pain on his face.

The surviving devil soldiers looked crazy, shouting long live, and stabbed their bayonets into their chests, and died in less than 2 minutes.

Looking at his subordinates who were dead all over the place, Shao Zuo Shotaro slowly pulled out his saber, stroking the smooth and cold blade, just like stroking his own child.

He is not reconciled!Originally, the seamless encirclement could have wiped out the rout of soldiers outside, but they didn't expect them to kill a carbine, and they were caught off guard.

Pooh!The sharp saber sank into the lower abdomen, and Tosho Taro fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and was soon covered by the flames that swept into the room.

Chapter 186 Shocked!

Nearly two hundred devil soldiers armed to the teeth were rushing southward in the cold morning mist, their heavy footsteps accompanied by rapid panting, and everyone looked in a hurry. ?

Captain Guizi waded through mud puddles, and the shaking muddy water wet his leggings and seeped into his shoes. The cold feeling made him extremely uncomfortable. His brows were wrinkled, and his mood was as bad as this hazy weather.

They tried to encircle the fleeing Chinese rout and annihilate them according to Shao Zuo Shotaro's order, but unexpectedly, facing the encirclement, the Chinese rout failed to break through the encirclement, turned around and ran back, and even attacked Shao Zuo Higashi Shotaro's campsite.

In order to encircle Yang Ling and the others, Shao Zuo Shotaro threw out most of his troops, leaving only one infantry squadron and two artillery squadrons around him. Facing Yang Ling's surprise attack, he immediately suffered heavy losses, and the remnants had to retreat to the landlord. compound.

When Taro Toshiro was guarding the landlord's compound, he immediately telegraphed the various squadrons that had been scattered to return to help immediately. After receiving the order, Captain Guizi cursed the cunning of the defeated soldiers in China, and began to run back without stopping.

Halfway through, the squadron where the captain and the others belonged lost contact with Shotaro Toshizuo. A cloud of cloud shrouded the captain's head, and he felt a little bad.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!"

The captain was panting heavily, and kept urging his subordinates to trot in formation. Now he wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly to Shao Zuo Shotaro's camping village to see what happened.

Although the devil soldiers are well-trained, they are already exhausted after a long battle, and now they are in a high-intensity forced march. Their perseverance is amazing, but there are still many people left behind.

Captain Guizi was really impatient, and he only wanted to arrive as soon as possible. He didn't have time to wait for the soldiers who had fallen behind to recover their strength, so he left a second lieutenant behind to gather up the fallen soldiers, and he went straight to the village where the brigade was camping with the main force.

After about two hours of rapid marching, Captain Guizi finally saw the blurred outline of the village in the distance, with faint black smoke rising into the sky.

Captain Guizi quickly led his team to the village, and the panting team stopped at the entrance of the village. Looking at the scorched village with broken walls and ruins, Captain Guizi's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, what happened?Why was the village destroyed by fire?What about the Major and the troops?

One question after another appeared in Captain Guizi's mind. Without taking a break, he immediately ordered the soldiers to enter the village to investigate and investigate the situation around him.

A fire started by Yang Ling and the others swept across the entire village by the night wind. The entire village was burned in the fire, and now only embers and ruins remained.

The ghost soldiers of the two detachments entered the village with [-] rifles in their hands. First they found a destroyed [-]-type infantry artillery under a scorched broken wall, and then found countless burnt black guns in a bare house. Charcoal-like corpses, as the investigation deepened, more and more corpses were discovered, which was shocking.

Countless steel helmets and coke-like corpses were dug out from the ashes. Looking at the neatly arranged corpses on the ground, Captain Guizi's face turned blue and white, and the veins on his forehead burst out, on the verge of anger.

Although the corpses were burnt like coke, the devil soldiers judged from other objects that these corpses were their own people, and nearly 300 people from Shao Zuo Shotaro to the following were all wiped out.

The captain's face was ugly, angry, hated, and sad.

"Sir, we found this canvas on a tree over there."

A devil soldier respectfully handed a cloth sail with writing on it to the captain.

Blood was left on the long and narrow canvas, and the blood had turned dark red, still shocking.

"Anyone who offends China will be punished even if he is far away!—Yang Ling."

"What... mean?" The captain turned his head and asked the translator.

The traitor translator looked at the bloody words on the canvas, the words were like sharp edges, showing a cold light, which made him dare not look directly.

"Taijun, this is a blood book written by Yang Ling, who threatened to take revenge on the imperial army..."

"Yang... Ling..." The captain smiled ferociously, chewing the word Yang Ling over and over again, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

Another devil soldier arrived at the burnt village one after another. It was the other devil squadron returning to aid. Seeing the corpses all over the ground and the bloody books left by Yang Ling, each one of them twisted their faces angrily.

Not only did they not wipe out Yang Ling's rout with their superior force, but they were led by Yang Ling to wipe out their brigade. Anger in my heart.

"Revenge! Use Yang Ling's head to commemorate the spirit of Chief Dongzhuang in heaven!" A squadron leader tore the blood book to pieces and said viciously.

"Annihilate the Yangling Department! Wash away the shame of our army!"

"If you don't kill this person, you swear you won't be a human being!"