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

Yang Ling picked up the loaded [-] rifle, gently pulled the bolt to load it, and the muzzle moved slowly, aiming at a devil officer with a saber hanging on his waist.

The devil was getting closer and closer, and Yang Ling could already hear the rapid breathing of the soldiers lying beside him. He took a deep breath, estimated the progress of the devil officer, pressed the muzzle of the gun, bent his index finger and pulled the trigger. .

boom!

The bullets roared out from the black muzzle of the gun, skimmed over the grass and muddy sky, and sank into the devil officer's neck with a puff. Yang Ling saw a stream of bright red blood spurting out.

bang bang bang-

Da da da--

The rout soldiers fired one after another, and the dense bullets enveloped the marching devil soldiers like splashing water, covering them in a barrage of bullets in an instant.

Puff puff!Blood splattered, and the unsuspecting devil soldiers immediately fell down like cutting wheat. The screams and roars of the wounded, and the desperate groans before dying were intertwined, and the scene was chaotic and noisy.

The devil soldiers were caught off guard, and twenty or thirty of them were killed immediately. The remaining ones hurriedly dispersed, lying down and hiding, and began to fight back. The soldier had his head blown off.

After Yang Ling fired the first shot, without any hesitation, he immediately pulled the bolt to eject the bullet casing, and then pushed the bullet into the chamber. In just one breath, the live targets that were still on the road just now were all hidden in the ditch and weeds Behind the stone, the speed is staggering anyway.

Yang Ling's muzzle kept moving to search for the target, and soon aimed at behind a rock. It was the grenadiers of a few devils, and they were putting a grenade into the grenadier.

Only the sound of booming was heard, and a grenade flew out roaringly, drawing a deadly arc and falling to Yang Ling's left side, boom!The mud splashed everywhere, and a big hole was blown on the ground. The two unlucky guys were blown out immediately, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

"boom!"

Yang Ling fired. The bullet punched a hole in the head of a ghost soldier holding a grenade and fell to the ground.

Yang Ling pulled the bolt and shouted at the machine gunner: "Machine gunner, hit the devil behind the rock!"

Hearing this, the machine gunner immediately turned the muzzle of the gun, and a string of tongues of flame spewed out from the muzzle, and the ballistic trajectory quickly extended, and the jumping bullets hit the weeds and leaves along the way.

The devil grenadiers looked at the continuously extending trajectory, and opened their mouths in horror, trying to avoid it, but the violent bullets had already torn their bodies apart, and their bodies were covered with blood mist, trembling. He fell down involuntarily.

Seeing that the Devil's Grenadier was overthrown, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was very afraid of the Devil's grenadier. Because of the lack of resources in the Devil's country, the Devil's soldiers could not waste ammunition, so they all went through strict training. Shooting one or two can accurately hit the target, which is very abnormal.

If they hesitate for a moment, their own machine guns will suffer. Without the suppression of machine gun fire, they will immediately be at a disadvantage.

Chapter 192 Outflanking!

On the noisy battlefield, bullets swished and flew around, causing dead branches and leaves to scatter everywhere, and the smoking grenade was not to be outdone, rumbling and setting off countless mud fog. ??

Although the rout soldiers led by Yang Ling caught the devils by surprise, the devils reacted too quickly. As soon as the gun fired, the devils immediately got down and started to fight back. Evenly matched.

Although the defeated soldiers are all veterans who fought fiercely on the Songhu battlefield and have experience in fighting devils, their military literacy is too poor. Just pee your pants.

Talking about their marksmanship is really not flattering, only hearing the gunshots, crackling bullets flying around is very lively, but they didn't see people being hit, on the contrary, the devils started to shoot one by one in a calm manner, and instead occupied A slight advantage.

Although the rout soldiers are terrible at marksmanship, they can crawl out from the dead, so they naturally have the means to save their lives. Although they can't kill the devils, they hide behind the ridges and in the ditches, and the devils will take them for a while There was no other way, which made Yang Ling feel relieved.

"Aim and shoot again, don't waste bullets!"

Yang Ling saw the rout soldier beside him with his head lying in the ditch. Although he was shooting continuously, he didn't lift his head, let alone aim. Who knew where the bullet went, his nose was so angry that his nose was crooked. It's just a waste of bullets.

Hearing Yang Ling's scolding, the rupee popped his head out timidly, and a few bullets flew over, hitting the edge of the ditch with mud and mist. He retracted his head again in fright, and started to pull the trigger to empty the gun again. Yang Ling was also helpless, thinking that after the battle stabilized, he must train these guys well, otherwise no amount of bullets would be enough for them to waste.

Yang Ling didn't command the rout soldiers to charge. Facing the devil's hail of bullets, he was looking for death. Although he was not afraid of death, he was not willing to sacrifice the rout soldiers for nothing. The outflanking troops on both wings will attack after they are in place.

The devil's thinking is similar to that of Yang Ling and the others. More than a hundred of them were hit by a surprise attack and lost a third, and more than a dozen were injured. Their remaining strength was no longer enough to support their attack, so they started to defend and delay. Time to wait for reinforcements.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the nearby friendly troops would definitely swarm in. At that time, none of the rout soldiers on the opposite side would be able to escape. The devil commander understood that he had already held back the Chinese army. One of my own is indispensable, so there is no need to take the risk of attacking, if there is only one word, then drag it at will.

Yang Ling and the Devil Commander each have their own plans, both of them are obscenely concealed and shoot at each other, and neither can do anything to the other, Yang Ling is waiting for the outflanking troops to attack, and the Devil soldiers are waiting for the support of the friendly army, so the two sides coincidentally in this field started shooting.

Yang Ling saw that the devil soldiers were neither moving to attack nor retreating, so he already guessed what they were thinking, but a sneer flashed across his face. When the teams on the two wings were in place, it would be your death.

He unhurriedly put bullets into the [-] rifle, looked at the company commander Wu Jiang who was shooting steadily beside him and said with a smile: "Old Wu, it's rare to have a chance today, let's compare marksmanship?"

Company commander Wu Jiang's marksmanship is good. They fought side by side in the same trench when they were in Shanghai Yunzaobang, and now Yang Ling wanted to compete.

There was still no expression on Wu Jiang's serious face, but he just nodded his head, which was regarded as his agreement.

On the battlefield where the bullets were flying around, Yang Ling and Wu Jiang not only did not feel nervous at all, but had to test their marksmanship. The relaxed expressions of the two commanders affected the mentality of the defeated soldiers to a certain extent, and the depressed people were out of breath. The tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Yang Lingting pushed the cartridge into the chamber with a click, and poked his head out of the ditch cautiously. His eyes extended out along the rifle, passing through the open field of more than 300 meters, and stopped at a devil machine gunner. His muzzle wobbled. Akira, took aim.

boom!

There was a puff of blue smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and Yang Ling smelled a faint smell of gunpowder. The Devil's machine gunner in the distance suddenly tilted his head and fell to the ground, and the roaring Devil's machine gun also misfired.

The devil's deputy shooter immediately moved the dead machine gunner away, pulled the trigger again, and the dumb fire devil's machine gun started firing again, with smoke and dust flying all the way, and the trajectory extended towards Yang Ling. He was so frightened that he hurriedly rolled sideways and changed positions.

At this moment, Wu Jiang's gun also rang out, and the devil's deputy shooter was shot in the head before finishing a clip, and his body slid into the ditch next to him, and the machine gun misfired again.

Another devil radiator took over the machine gun. This time he learned the lesson and immediately shifted his position holding the machine gun. Yang Ling, who was aiming at it, sighed, and turned the gun to a devil soldier.

The devil soldier was just about to change positions after firing a shot, when Yang Ling's gun rang out. Yang Ling aimed at the devil's head, but because of the devil soldier's movement, he hit his shoulder, and the impact of the bullet made the moving soldier The devil staggered and rolled on the ground, clutching his arms and screaming.

But the screaming lasted only a few seconds before it stopped abruptly. The screaming devil twitched twice and remained silent. Yang Ling saw blood mist erupting from the devil's temple. This was Wu Jiang's masterpiece. He turned sideways to face Wu Jiang gave a thumbs up.

Although Yang Ling and Wu Jiang made occasional misses, they shot more than a dozen devils in a row, which immediately attracted the attention of the devil officer. He roared, and the other devil soldiers became more insignificant, changing positions with each shot, causing Yang Ling to lose several shots. When he was empty, he was so angry that he scolded his mother in his heart.

Yang Ling led the rout soldiers to fight with the devil soldiers in the front, and it was very lively. Yang Dashu and Liu Yidao, who were in charge of outflanking the two wings, were also running wildly. In order to avoid the devils, they fought in the front for 5 minutes before they reached their s position.

Panting, Yang Dashu unfolded the bipod of a [-]-type light machine gun on a small slope, and the rout soldiers behind him also fell into the weeds one by one, pulling the bolt of the gun with a clatter, Aim at those devil soldiers who are exposed to gunpoint.

"beat!"

Yang Dashu let out a loud roar, with the shoulder of the gun lowered, his fingers already pulled the trigger, a series of bullets spewed out along the muzzle of the machine gun, and shot at the devils not far away, and immediately killed several devils who were lying on the ground The soldiers were beaten with blood spattering, and those who were injured and survived howled like killing pigs.

The attention of the devil soldiers has been attracted by Yang Ling and the others in the front. The sudden attack from the flanks immediately made them a little confused. They never thought that the Chinese army would learn their tricks. , What they prefer is to carry the hard top head-on, run away if they can't beat it, and suddenly use such tactics as flanking outflanking, which is totally unreasonable.

The ghost soldiers panicked a little bit, and the ghost lieutenant yelled to make a small team turn their guns to stabilize the situation, but the situation was not good for them, and the ghost lieutenant already had the idea of ​​retreating.

Liu Yidao was out of luck. He ran into trouble when outflanking. It was a small river blocking his way. Seeing that the river was not deep, this stunned young man ordered to swim across the river without saying a word. It was hard to follow him. the broken soldiers.

Although the river was not deep enough to drown people, the icy cold water at that time made the guts of the rout soldiers who jumped down feel regretful, and the cold that penetrated into the bones made them shiver all over, and Liu Yidao was so cold that his teeth were so cold. Trembling.

When the wet Liu Yidao and the others appeared on the battlefield, it became the last straw that crushed the devils.

"Machine gun cover! Retreat! Retreat!"

Lieutenant Guizi gave the order to retreat without hesitation in order to avoid being surrounded.

Liu Yidao was drenched with cold and his face was blue from the cold. He fired a shot and the devil was about to run away. He didn't want to, so he picked up the machete with the curled edge and stood up: "Damn it! The devil is going to run! Brother!" Let me rush!" After speaking, he rushed out in the lead.

As the saying goes, general soldiers are brave, Liu Yidao is a thick-headed man who is not afraid of death, and the rout soldiers led by him also screamed with machetes in their hands, and ran straight into the remaining devil soldiers.

Liu Yidao led people close to the devils and started a scuffle. Yang Ling and the others dared not shoot for fear of accidental injury, so they had to mount bayonets and rushed up.