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

"You immediately send someone to Xiao Huanzhang, the intelligence station, and ask him to find out what happened to the devil before dawn!" Liu Xing had no choice but to order someone to go to Xiao Huanzhang, the director of the Jiangyin County Intelligence Station's Secret Service Office.

Xiao Huanzhang is the director of the Jiangyin Intelligence Station's Secret Service Office. He is mainly responsible for the espionage work in Jiangyin.

Due to too many enemy agents and traitors, Xiao Huanzhang was exhausted these days. Not only did he lie down, he was woken up by a call from Commander Liu Xing.

"Who is this? I'm full, and I'm still tossing around in the middle of the night." Although Xiao Huanzhang complained verbally, he hurriedly dressed and went straight to the intelligence station, preparing to investigate the matter all night.

Text Chapter 224 Tracking Dogs

The light rain added a bit of chill to the night, Yang Ling and others quickly evacuated out after blowing up the devil's camp to pieces.

"It's so exciting!" Looking at the smoky devil camp a mile away, the old smoker threw the devil's military uniform he took off into the darkness, his excitement was beyond words.

The old smoker followed the regiment leader Liu Ting and led the commando from Jiangyin to Dingshan to blow up the devil's artillery positions and failed. Liu Ting was killed in battle, and the brothers of the commando team also died in various numbers. The old smoker felt unspeakable aggrieved .

I wanted to ambush the devil's car team to go back to the game, but unfortunately failed again, and even folded the last dozens of brothers into it. Whenever I think of the blood-stained faces that died, the old smoker I will toss and turn and have trouble falling asleep, and I have been haggard these days.

Now Yang Ling led them to blow up the devil's ammunition without any effort. Seeing the devil soldiers who were blown up to howl, the old smoker felt comfortable thinking about it, and finally let out a bad breath, which was enough to comfort those dead brothers The spirit in heaven is gone.

Yang Ling was also in a good mood. Although two brothers were taken in when he was exposed at the end, compared to the brilliant record he had achieved, the deal was a solid one.

"Let's go—" Yang Ling put the [-] cover on his shoulders again, and walked happily into the darkness.

The excited brethren were also very happy, and followed in a swipe. Everyone had smiles on their faces, and whispers soon sounded in the tiny darkness.

This night attack on the Devils Arms Base will undoubtedly become a talking point for these surviving brothers to show off, and Commander Yang Ling has become more and more promoted in their hearts.

"Brother Yang, if we make such a fuss, this little devil might be hurt." The old smoker now admires Yang Ling even more.

Back when Yang Ling was the second lieutenant platoon leader, he felt that Yang Ling was definitely not someone in the pool, and he didn't expect to be promoted to the battalion commander not long after they separated.

Old Smoker was still so unhappy at the beginning, after all, he was still Yang Ling's chief, and now Yang Ling has become his chief to command him, but now he has completely eliminated the complaint in his heart, and decided to follow with all his heart Yang Ling did it.

"Although we blew up the devil's munitions, with the devil's logistical supply ability, we can make up for the gap in a day or two. It's not a serious injury, but at most it slows down their attack speed."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the old smoker suddenly turned into a frustrated face. He didn't expect that he had been busy all night and only tickled the little devil. This was a ball game.

Seeing that the old smoker became depressed, Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said, "Although bombing ammunition is harmless to devils, we killed a devil leader with two stars on his shoulder straps. I guess it's a devil." Lieutenant General, I'm afraid the devils have blown up their nests by now."

The old smoker immediately became excited, rubbed his hands together and said, "Hey, brother Yang, you said how much credit we have for killing a lieutenant general of the devil?"

Yang Ling thought for a few seconds and said, "At least he can be promoted to two or three levels."

"My mother, I am now the captain and company commander. If I am promoted to the third rank, won't I be able to become the colonel commander?" Old Smoker was taken aback by his guess.

Seeing the excited look of the old smoker, Yang Ling was worried that he was thinking wildly and hurriedly added: "The exact reward has to be determined by the peak, and it's useless for us to think about it here, but the reward is definitely indispensable for killing a devil and a lieutenant general. "

The old smoker nodded, agreeing with Yang Ling's statement, but he was still a little excited when he thought that he might be promoted to three levels in a row.

Although the Chinese side was resisting tenaciously, they were losing ground one after another in the face of the devil's troops armed to the teeth. Yang Ling could imagine what kind of shock it would cause when the news that he had killed the devil's lieutenant general came back.

"Woof--" Just as Yang Ling and the others were rushing in the dark, preparing to rush back to Qian's Village to meet up and evacuate, there was a sudden barking of a dog behind them.

Yang Ling turned his head and looked, in the darkness in the distance, there were countless light spots approaching rapidly, which should be flashlights, and the barking of the dog became more and more clear, and his face became serious.

"Damn it, it's the little devils chasing up." Old Smoker looked at the devil soldiers who were quickly approaching from behind, cursed in his mouth, and called his brothers: "Run, get rid of the devils!"

"Stop!" Yang Ling waved his hand to stop them from speeding up, and said solemnly, "No matter how we run, the devil has a dog with him."

"Then what should we do?" Old Smoker panicked in his anxiety.

"Kill the devil's dog! Only then will we have a chance to escape!" Yang Ling said viciously.

Yang Dashu asked for a fight and said: "Battalion commander, you retreat first, I will take the machine gun squad to stay behind to cover you, and I promise to kill the devil's dog!"

The old smoker waved his hands again and again: "Your machine gun class is precious, let me keep it, give me some grenades, and make sure that the devil's dogs are blown up to nothing."

When Yang Dashu and Old Smoker were arguing over who stayed, Yang Ling's eyes quickly surveyed the surrounding terrain. It was raining again at night, and his vision was not good, so he could only take a rough look in the dark.

"Big tree, put the machine gun behind that mound to set up a machine gun position, listen to my order and then fire." Yang Ling pointed to the dark mound not far away and ordered.

Before Yang Dashu could answer, Yang Ling pulled the old smoker again: "I'll give you all the remaining twelve grenades, lie down in the grass over there, wait for the devil to lie down before the machine gun fires, and then throw them on time. Kill as many devils as possible!"

"Listening to the noise, it should be only the vanguard of the devil. Let's try to eat him in one bite! Are you all confident?!"

"Yes!" There was a low voice in the darkness.

Yang Ling and the others blew up the devils' ammunition, killed their lieutenant general, and destroyed the hornet's nest. Numerous devils' vanguard units led the wolf dogs and began to pursue them as the forerunner of the large army.

The vanguard units of these devils have all been ordered to die, that is, even if they are exhausted, they must bite the fleeing Chinese army and then send a signal to the large army.

In the muddy night, the tracking dogs trained by the devils ran wildly in the muddy water, making it difficult for the devil soldiers pulling the ropes. Wearing raincoats and holding flashlights, the devil soldiers trotted over the low grass and low hills with the tracking dogs. Towards the darkness of the North.

The barking of the dogs became louder and louder. In the darkness, Yang Ling's machine gun squad and rifle squad were already in their positions, waiting quietly for the arrival of the devil's vanguard squad.

Rainwater flowed down the gray hat brim onto the sharp-edged face, calm and resolute, Yang Ling's whole body was soaked, he raised his gun to aim, in his sight, countless small beams of light were rapidly approaching, and the barking of dogs was extremely clear .

The tracking dog barked and moved forward, galloping and splashing countless water splashes, almost pulling the devil soldiers who were pulling the rope to run.

boom!

Yang Ling aimed at the jumping black shadow and pressed the trigger with his finger. The howling bullets had already shot up into the air, brushed past the body of the tracking dog, and puffed into the muddy water, splashing countless water splashes.

Da da da—— da da da—the two machine guns on the machine gun position opened fire, and dazzling tongues of flame gushed out, instantly hitting a barrage of bullets.

Woohoo - the devil's tracking dog escaped Yang Ling's bursts of fire, but not the machine gun's covering blow. The bullet penetrated its body, and the running dog whimpered and fell heavily into the muddy water. Blood gushed and flowed.

The ghost soldier holding the tracking dog was also unlucky. The violent bullets tore half of his neck apart, and he fell straight down in the mud.

Main text Chapter 225 Pursuit in the night

The twelve melon grenades assigned to Old Smoker were thrown out by him in one go, and the ghost soldiers who squatted or lay down and shot at Yang Ling and the others were immediately shrouded in the smoke of the explosion.

A ghost soldier was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion and fell into a dazed state in the muddy water. He just struggled to stand up and was thrown to the ground by the explosion.

"Retreat! Retreat!" The leader of the Devil's sub-unit yelled mournfully amidst the clamor of gunfire. The sharp and hoarse voice was like the neck of a rooster being pinched, and it was creepy to hear.

Boom—the flash of the explosion was dazzling and beautiful among the intertwined lines of fire, and the roar of the leader of the devil squad was drowned in the roar of the explosion and there was no sound.

"Throw away all the grenades!" The voice of the old smoker came from the fierce gunfire.

Yang Ling swiftly pressed a bridge clip into the magazine, and a penetrating voice sounded on the battlefield: "Stop shooting!"

Yang Dashu's Type [-] light machine gun on his shoulder stopped firing first, and then the sound of rifles also fell off. The night wind blew away the gunpowder smoke, and the position of the devil's unit was silent.

"Big tree, machine gun cover! The rest of the bayonets follow me!" Yang Ling's orders were always calm and orderly.

The brothers who received the order pulled out their bayonets from the scabbards at their waists and loaded them on their guns. Immediately, the gleaming bayonets stood up.