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

Yang Dashu immediately retorted: "Fuck off, our brother must have been bitten by a devil over there, we can't just ignore death."

Qin Shou waved his hands and said impatiently: "You can save me if you want, I don't want to follow him to die."

He thinks that Yang Dashu is the head of elm, he doesn't know what danger is, and finally he is safe, he doesn't want to put himself in danger again.

"Dashu is right. Since we are brothers, we can't just ignore death!" Yang Ling spoke after pondering for a moment.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Yang Dashu grinned, and raised his eyebrows at Qin Shou provocatively, while Qin Shou was depressed. Damn, it's really unlucky to fight devils again, but since Yang Ling opened his mouth, he knew that he To refute it would appear to be ungrateful and unreasonable.

Yang Ling is not a reckless person, and he will not take the brothers behind him to die. He chooses to save people after careful consideration. If there are too many devils, he will definitely run away immediately. After all, the premise of saving people is to guarantee himself safety.

But there were not many devil soldiers chasing after the gunshots. Since there were not many devils, there was no reason to refuse to save them. After all, they were all brothers fighting against the Japanese invaders in the trenches, and they helped as much as they could.

"Dashu, take the machine gun squad 50 meters to the left, find a place with a good shooting range and block the road. If the number of devils exceeds 30, let them pass, and if there are less than 30, fight."

"Yes!" Yang Dashu immediately responded loudly, and then led the temporarily organized machine gun squad into the darkness on the left.

"Qin Shou, take ten brothers around to the right, scattered soldiers, spaced ten meters apart, wait for the machine guns to fire before you fight."

After Qin Shou led his men into the grass on the right, Yang Ling ordered the remaining brothers behind him, "Get the bayonet!"

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Sporadic gunshots came from far to near, and the place where Yang Ling and the others were ambushing was getting closer and closer. Yang Ling lay on a pile of withered grass, calmly raising his gun and aiming at the winding path hidden in the darkness. ?? ??

When the palm of his hand touched the cold gun body of Sanba Dagai, all Yang Ling's distracting thoughts faded away like a tide, and his mind became more concentrated than ever. He lay on the dry grass and perfectly blended with the surrounding environment, like a man waiting for his prey to take the bait Like an excellent hunter, he is calm and patient.

Yang Dashu led the machine gun squad and stopped about 50 meters to the left of the winding path. He deployed the bipod of the Type 50 light machine gun and placed it on a raised mound. There are no obstacles other than the low weeds, and a distance of [-] meters is enough to sieve unsuspecting enemies.

He placed another crooked-handled light machine gun captured 15 meters away from him. The machine gunner was a pure novice, and all the familiar machine gunners had died long ago. Yang Dashu didn't expect this novice to provide much support. , I just hope that the machine gun will sound to scare the devils.

Qin Shou's real thought at the moment was to run as far as he could, but Yang Ling was a steadfast officer, so he had to bite the bullet and stay and fight the devils.

But he had already made up his mind, if he couldn't beat him, he would run away immediately. After all, his own life was worth more than a devil, and there was no point in throwing his life here for an irrelevant friend.

Yang Ling and the others didn't have to wait long. In the deep night, a figure in a state of embarrassment came stumbling along the winding path, turning his head and firing guns from time to time to delay the enemy's pursuit.

Seeing the figure fleeing in embarrassment, Yang Ling immediately had a judgment in his mind that this was an experienced veteran, because the familiar tactical evasion movements were not something a flustered recruit could do.

The old smoker is really tired now, he didn't know how far he ran while beating, but the dozen or so devils behind him couldn't get rid of them, biting him like brown candies, making him Anxious.

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The bullet brushed the old smoker's head, and without any fear, he turned around and shot out the only bullet left in the gun chamber, then turned and ran again.

Seeing the bullets scurrying beside Old Smoker, Qin Shou, who was hidden in the weeds, was also sweating for Old Smoker. He was so embarrassed, he dared to turn around and fight back, what a man.

The figure of the devil had already appeared in Yang Dashu's field of vision, one, two... He counted a total of fourteen devil soldiers wearing steel helmets, and he gently pulled the handle to start fighting.

Da da da--

The [-]-type light machine gun suddenly started howling, and the tongue of flame suddenly burst into flames. The continuous light-pulling trajectory tore apart the deep night, and splashed towards the ghost soldiers stretched into a line.

The ghost soldier's attention was always on the figure running in embarrassment in front of him. He didn't expect the rain of bullets from the slanting stab, and the devil who stopped walking and raised his gun to aim at the old smoker subconsciously turned his head.

He could only see tongues of fire erupting in the distance, and then his body seemed to be pushed violently by someone, he staggered back, and then fell down, there were already a few blood holes on his chest that were bubbling hot blood.

Ahh!

A devil let out a miserable howl. His shoulder was hit by a bullet and was immediately bloody. He clutched his arm and rolled into the weeds by the side of the road.

Yang Dashu lowered his shoulders to the violent tremor of the butt of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun, which was spouting flames, began to move clockwise, sweeping along the dark line in a fan-like manner, shooting at those ghost soldiers who were fleeing to the shallow grass pits by the side of the road in a panic, and people kept coming in the darkness. Howled and fell to the ground.

The crooked light machine gun controlled by the new machine gunner also rang out, and the bouncing ballistic trajectory extended towards the path, hitting dry grass and dust, but it didn't even wipe the edge of the devil soldier.

There were panicked screams from ghost soldiers, piercing sounds, falling sounds, and groans mixed together, and the silent night suddenly became noisy.

Qin Shou and others, who were ambushing on the other side as scattered soldiers, also pulled the trigger and fired. Some devil soldiers were shot and fell to the ground immediately.

The machine gunner of the Devil Soldier was beaten into a sieve in the first wave of bullets, and the deputy machine gunner immediately pulled the machine gun and started to fight back, desperately trying to suppress Yang Dashu's shooting.

But as a smoking grenade landed crookedly at the Devil Soldier's feet, there was a violent tremor in the darkness, and the Devil's machine gun immediately went silent.

The old smoker had already rolled into the weeds on the side of the road at this moment, and the sudden sound of gunfire really frightened him a lot. He thought he had run into an ambush of devils, but he knew he was leaving when he heard the screams from behind. I had great luck and met a friendly army who didn't know the number.

The old smoker lay flat in the grass, panting heavily, hearing the intense gunshots coming from his ears, he suddenly felt that this was the most beautiful music in the world, and he enjoyed it immensely.

Facing the surprise attack, more than a dozen devil soldiers were knocked down immediately. The surviving devil soldiers lying on the ground ignored their injured comrades and carefully crawled through the shallow pit of dry grass amidst the barrage, trying to escape from the battlefield.

"rush!"

As soon as the gunshots from the machine gun stopped, Yang Ling let out a low drink, straightened up with a gleaming bayonet in his hand, and rushed out into the smoke.

The soldiers following Yang Ling also flashed their bayonets gleaming coldly, and charged forward with a howl.

A ghost soldier who was shot in the thigh saw Yang Ling rushing towards with a bayonet, grabbed the heavy [-] cover and tried to lift it up and shoot, but was kicked away by Yang Ling who stepped forward, and the bayonet Gao Yang stabbed without hesitation.

Shouts of charge sounded all around, causing the remaining devils to panic. They got up amidst the strange screams of a squad leader, turned around and ran. Although they believed in the spirit of Bushido, they would not just stay where they were and wait to die.

Looking at the ghost soldiers who fled in a hurry, the soldiers of the national army who were in ambush were willing to let them go. The so-called weeds must be eradicated. If these devils run away and attract a large number of devils, then they should be in trouble, so immediately chase.

After all, the escaped devil soldiers were doomed, and they were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The brothers from the national army who were chasing up were worried that the devils were pretending to be dead or not completely dead, so they made up for it with bayonets, completely annihilating this group of devil soldiers.

The battle ended quickly, without Yang Ling's orders, the soldiers went to pick up guns and search for bullets and food by themselves.

"Hey, the devils are dead, come out."

Old Smoker heard someone yelling, so he got out of the weeds in embarrassment. Seeing the devil who had died all over the place, he was secretly shocked. The devil who chased him all the way was so easily cleaned up?

Seeing the disheveled old smoker, Yang Ling showed a strange expression: "Commander Zhou?"

"Huh?" Old Smoker didn't expect that someone would recognize him, he looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a familiar face looking at him with a smile.

"Yang Ling—" Old Smoker also recognized Yang Ling.

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The old smoker thought that Yang Ling had already died in the tragic battlefield, but he felt sorry for it for a long time, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling was still alive and saved his life again. ??

Meeting an old friend on the battlefield should be a happy thing, but the old smoker thought that the brothers who fought side by side would never come back, and his heart was heavy for a while, which was not a good feeling.

Yang Ling didn't care about greeting the old smoker, and asked the old smoker curiously: "Commander Zhou, why did you come to Jiangyin and fight with the devils?"

The old smoker was brought back to reality by Yang Ling's words, but thinking of the useless fight along the way, he couldn't help but sighed heavily, and began to tell the story.

Knowing that the explosion from the direction of Dingshan in the first half of the night was caused by Lao Yangun and his raid on the devil's artillery position, Yang Ling couldn't wait to ask, "Have all the devil's cannons exploded?"

If the devil's artillery position in Dingshan is blown up, the pressure on the defenders on the Jiangyin line of defense will be greatly reduced.