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

"Please explain your words to the villagers, please." Yang Ling persuaded.

Li Suan's face turned serious: "Don't worry, Chief Yang, I believe you have no reason to lie to us. I will mobilize the villagers to prepare for evacuation."

"Wait a minute." Yang Ling turned to Qin Shou and shouted, "Company Commander Qin, come here."

"Battalion Commander, what's the matter?" Qin Shou trotted over.

Yang Ling ordered: "Take out all the money you seized along the way and distribute it to the villagers as money."

What the hell?Using my money as a entanglement for these common people, Qin Shou shook his head like a rattle when he heard this: "Battle Commander, I'm so poor, where did I get the money?"

"Don't pretend to be confused. Don't think that I don't know how many French coins and oceans are in your canvas bag. Take them out quickly. I will pay you the military salary later, and I will make it up for you."

Seeing that there was really no escape, Qin Shou raised his head and asked in frustration, "Really make it up for me?"

"If you dawdle any longer, believe it or not, I won't give you a penny."

"I'll take it, I'll take it." Although Qin Shou agreed with his mouth, his heart ached. It was all the money he picked up from the dead along the way. It was all gone now, so he must hide it more carefully next time.

Qin Shou painstakingly donated all his treasured belongings, thousands of French currency and more than 100 oceans to the villagers as money

Seeing Qin Shou's sad face, Yang Dashu gloated at his misfortune, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Old Qin, if you want to open something, it's just a few broken money, it's worth being so sad?"

"Go, go, fuck it, it's not your money, of course you don't feel bad." Qin Shou was in a bad mood and didn't bother to talk to Yang Dashu.

Qin Shou raised his head and saw Li Cui'er standing under the eaves and looking at him. Suddenly, he felt a faint sorrow of parting in his heart, and walked over.

The tenderness in Li Cuier's eyes was like water, just standing there quietly made Qin Shou feel very uncomfortable. If there was no war, he would definitely find someone to propose marriage to Li Cuier.

"I'm going to fight devils. I'm going to kill a few more this time. I'm sure I'll kill more than them." Qin Shou tried his best to smile, not wanting Li Cuier to see his inner thoughts.

Li Cui'er looked at Qin Shou who was talking big, but didn't puncture it, but told him like a lover: "Bullets don't have eyes, you have to be careful."

Qin Shou was moved in his heart, and stuffed more than a dozen oceans that he secretly hid from his arms into Li Cui'er's hands: "You keep it safe for me first, and if I can come back alive, I will propose marriage to your father!"

When Li Cui'er heard Qin Shou's direct words, her face turned red to the base of her neck. After a long silence, she nodded shyly, which made Qin Shou's heart burst into joy.

"Wait for me to come back—" Qin Shou wished he could finish beating the devils, come back immediately to propose marriage to Li Cuier, and went straight to the team as he spoke.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of the villagers, Yang Ling and his team of more than 40 people stepped on the mud and disappeared into the night, preparing to attack the camp of the devil soldiers.

The camp of the devil soldiers is located next to a road, surrounded by low hills covered with wild grass and sparse trees, and the camp happens to be on a large flat land in the middle of the low hills.

Trenches were dug around the camp and barbed wire was erected, and machine guns were mounted behind bunkers piled up with sandbags. In the dark, the powerful searchlights illuminated the surrounding drizzle and muddy white.

Body 2 Chapter Twenty Night Attack on the Enemy Camp

The icy drizzle fell endlessly. Yang Ling and the others were completely soaked, with wet clothes sticking to their backs. The cold wind hit them and they shivered from the cold. They walked in the mud for about an hour at night, and arrived at the road where the devil was located. next to this camp.

Yang Ling and the others hid behind a low hill about 600 meters away from the Guiziying Highway. Underground No. 40 was hidden in the boundless drizzle and night. Still didn't notice anything.

Yang Ling patted Qin Shou on the shoulder, pointed to the winding road ahead, and lowered his voice to make arrangements.

"Company Commander Qin, take the brothers from the two squads to the front, try to get as close to the devil's camp as possible, and start fighting after an hour or so. If the devil doesn't come out, try to attract as much firepower as possible to harass the devil. If the devil comes out, send the devil to the camp Xibian, you don’t need me to teach you how to get rid of devils, do you?”

Qin Shou looked at the devil's camp and swallowed his saliva, knowing that this was a dangerous job, and he would have to explain it here if he didn't pay attention, but now, no matter whether he was afraid or not, he had to bite the bullet and nodded to Yang Ling, expressing himself clear.

"Follow me from Class [-] and Class [-]—" Qin Shou lowered his voice and waved his hands towards the darkness behind him, and a black figure followed behind him.

Yang Ling watched Qin Shou get up with the gun in hand, grabbed him, put the pocket watch on his body into his hand, and reminded him, "Remember, don't shoot too early."

"Don't worry, I'll call again in an hour." Holding the pocket watch that Yang Ling stuffed in, he replied in a low voice, then bowed his body and led him to disappear into the drizzle and night, and soon disappeared, like Fell into a dark lake.

Qin Shou was in charge of attracting the devil's firepower, while Yang Ling led people around to the other side of the devil's camp, and asked Yang Dashu to lead the machine gun squad to find a place with a good range of fire on their planned retreat road to set up a machine gun position. Smoker and eight other brothers with good skills went to the devil's camp under the cover of night.

This devil's camp is not far from the front line, and Yang Ling saw countless cars coming in and out during the day, so he reckoned that it was the devil's temporary forward material base. As long as this material base is destroyed, the Chinese defenders ahead For the military, it will undoubtedly reduce a lot of pressure.

Although this was a temporary advance camp, the devils still dug trenches and erected barbed wire fences around them. The entire camp was heavily guarded. Yang Ling, Old Smoker and the other eight brothers crawled forward cautiously, although their bodies were covered all over. mud, but soon reached the barbed wire.

Yang Ling wasn't sure if the barbed wire fences were electrified, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Instead, he waved his old smoker to lead others to cover him. He and a few other brothers took off the engineering shovels they carried with them and started digging, preparing to dig under the barbed wire fences. Out of the passage for people to enter and exit.

The engineering shovels of these captured devils were of good quality, and the continuous drizzle made the soil soft. Without much effort, they dug out a passage under the barbed wire for people to enter and exit.

During the digging, a group of ghost patrol soldiers walked by about 50 meters away, making them break out in a cold sweat, but the devils didn't expect that someone would come to surprise them, so they just looked at them a few times, let They escaped without any risk.

"You two stay here and cover our retreat later." Yang Ling didn't let everyone sneak in, but left two brothers to cover the gap.

Whether it was a surprise attack or an ambush, Yang Ling's most important thing was not how to deploy troops to maximize firepower, but to find a retreat in advance, so that no matter whether he succeeded or not, he could guarantee his own safety. This was also his consistent style.

Wearing raincoats, the two devil sentries stood in the drizzle with their legs spread out and [-] rifles with bayonets horizontally in their hands. They didn't notice that Yang Ling and Old Smoker were quietly approaching them in the night.

Yang Ling and Old Smoker didn't carry long guns, but had grenades strapped to their waists and two fully loaded shell guns. They were holding sharp bayonets in their hands and groped towards the two devil sentinels.

Although the drizzle covered up the movement of Yang Ling and the others to a certain extent, an alert devil sentry subconsciously turned around and looked towards Yang Ling and the others.

Seeing a black figure approaching him in the darkness, the devil sentry was stunned for a few seconds and felt that something was wrong, and wanted to pull the bolt of the gun, but Yang Ling had already rushed to him.

Puchi!The devil sentinel's mouth was covered by a big hand covered in muddy water, and then he felt his neck was scratched by something cold, and a large stream of warm blood spurted out, he felt as if his whole body was drained of strength Usually, his legs were a little weak, and he struggled weakly and was slowly lowered to the ground by Yang Ling.

The other devil also turned around when he heard the movement, just in time to see a stream of liquid sprayed from his companion's neck, but soon he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and looked down to see a bloody bayonet had already It pierced his chest from the back, and the tip of the knife was still bloody.

The old smoker twisted vigorously, and the bayonet immediately smashed the bits and pieces in the devil's stomach, and the devil fell down weakly.

Yang Ling and the others dragged the ghost soldier's body behind the sandbag and hid it. They waved their hands into the darkness, and the other brothers also bent over and rushed over quickly.

Hundreds of tents were set up in this camp of the devil soldiers in an orderly manner. Although the perimeter of the camp was heavily guarded, it was arranged tightly on the outside and loose on the inside. Except for the occasional patrols that wandered by, most of the devils had already fallen asleep.

Yang Ling sent several brothers out to investigate the situation, and they returned soon after.

"The tents behind those cars are full of devil's ammunition, only two devil sentries."

"The tents on the left are full of sleeping devil soldiers. If you throw a few grenades in, they will all be ruined."

"I didn't dare to approach the larger tent. It should be the place where the leader of the devils lives. There are five or six devils guarding it."

When Yang Ling heard that the tents behind the car were full of the devil's ammunition, he immediately became excited. If the devil's ammunition was blown up, it would be much more effective than blowing up the devil's supplies.

The corner of Yang Ling's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he waved his hand and led Old Smoker and others towards the tent full of ammunition. The devil's sentinel was quickly and silently eliminated.

When they got into the tent and saw the neatly stacked boxes of ammunition, their hearts couldn't help beating. It would be great if they could transport these ammunition back, but they quickly dismissed this whimsical idea , this is the enemy's rear, it is impossible to transport these ammunition out, the only way is to blow up.

Main text Chapter 221 Identity exposed!

The tents where the devil soldiers store their ammunition are not close together, but separated by a certain distance, which is for the sake of storage safety.

In order to facilitate the movement, Yang Ling asked his brothers to wear the yellow dog skin that had been pulled from the corpse of the devil soldier, and then rolled out the barrels full of gasoline and poured gasoline on each tent.

A patrol team of devil soldiers passed by, and Yang Ling, who was rolling a gasoline barrel, and another brother dodged and were bumped into. They saw that the brother was about to reach out to touch the pistol hanging on his waist.