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

At a close distance of more than 20 meters, the steel helmet of the devil soldier could not stop the strong force of the bullet.

There was a hole in Captain Guizi's helmet, and the bullet shattered his head under the helmet. He opened his mouth wide, ran forward a few steps in inertia, and then staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hidden! There are enemies!" Captain Guizi was shot and fell to the ground suddenly. The ghost soldiers who were screaming in fright hurriedly lay down to hide, and hurriedly searched and looked around.

The marksman of the Chinese army who killed Captain Guizi didn't sloppy after firing a shot. He immediately grabbed the gun and got up, turned around and slid down the stairs along the rope, and ran along the alley.

The ghost soldier's reaction speed was very fast. A few seconds after the gunshot, he judged the direction of the bullet. Just in time to see the Chinese soldier stand up and run, the bullet flew towards the roof of the building, but Mao None of them were wiped off.

Captain Guizi was killed, Lieutenant Guizi immediately took over the command of this unit, roared and gave orders to chase after the Chinese soldier.

This Chinese soldier was strong and strong. Although the bullets flew around behind him, he rushed left and right, constantly making tactical evasive movements, and the devil screamed angrily, but he couldn't hit him.

"Ah!" The Chinese soldier jumped into the ruins, and a devil chased after him with a bayonet, but just as he rushed out of the hiding place, the bullet pierced his chest, and the shock wave made him fall backwards.

Lieutenant Guizi gritted his teeth with hatred. If the captain was added, this would be the No. 6 imperial soldier who was shot and killed by Chinese soldiers who were hated by the people of Nanning.

After the Chinese soldier fired a shot, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to turn around and continue running, when suddenly a few devils came around from the left and shot him.

Although he reacted quickly and dodged most of the bullets in a hurry, one bullet still hit his thigh, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint. In severe pain, he limped and fled in a hurry.

He had shot and killed so many devil soldiers, but they let him go and chased after him. Bullets kept flying past him, but he was getting weaker and weaker.

"The devil is coming, ready to fight!"

The companies of the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling lay in ambush among the ruins. When they heard the gunshots approaching, they all pulled the bolts of their guns, ready to give the little devil a hard time.

Text 3 Chapter [-] Ambush

Thick and gloomy clouds enveloped the city of Nanjing like a layer of black veil. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense. Panic spread like a plague. Thousands of people rushed to flee in panic all day long.

The Japanese army that broke into the city was divided into countless small groups and continued to rush deep into the city, chasing and killing the defeated Chinese army and the fleeing civilians. middle.

The victory in the Battle of Songhu made the Japanese soldiers arrogant and arrogant, and the continuous battles and massacres have made them red-eyed. Their humanity is being wiped out, and the ferocity in their bones is growing wantonly. They are anxious and crazy.

"Kill Kaiga!" The Japanese lieutenant held up his bright saber, and the Shenren's screams seemed to come from a ferocious demon, which sent chills down the spine.

The choking gunpowder smoke filled the ruined neighborhood wantonly. Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the bombers of the Japanese Air Force, Nanjing was riddled with holes like a sieve for air leakage.

Liu Yidao, the captain and company commander of the guerrilla battalion, squatted halfway behind the mottled broken wall, and put the bayonet glowing coldly into the slot of the [-] rifle with a click.

"Listen to me! We meet on a narrow road! The bayonet is red!" Liu Yidao gave an order in a low voice.

Behind Liu Yidao, in the hidden place of the uneven ruins, countless sharp bayonets are being erected, and more than 200 veterans are ready to kill.

For Liu Yidao, good steel has to be tempered thousands of times. A fierce soldier needs the baptism of blood and fire, and melee combat is the best way to hone it. What he needs is a group of howling wolf cubs, not just far away A coward who shoots at a distance!

There is a company commander like Liu Yidao who dares to show his sword against the enemy, and his brothers are also influenced by him. They are all brave and fearless, and they are the sharpest sword in the guerrilla battalion.

In the era when guns ruled the battlefield, hand-to-hand combat has become a backward combat method, because hand-to-hand combat is cruel, often killing one thousand enemies, and self-defeating eight hundred. Yang Ling does not advocate hand-to-hand combat in his bones.

However, compared with the Japanese soldiers, there is really a big gap in the quality of their soldiers and the firepower of their equipment. In many cases, they can only rely on their flesh and blood to fight the Japanese soldiers in close combat to have the possibility of victory.

This made Yang Ling helpless, because of various reasons, this kind of brutal hand-to-hand combat had become the most common way for the Chinese army to win, because only when the two sides were strangled together could the Japanese army's superiority in firepower be offset.

The machine gun company of the guerrilla battalion was sent to the hospital with the company commander blacksmith who was seriously injured, so the machine gun company was temporarily dismantled into three platoons and incorporated into several other companies.

The current combat method of the Chinese army is far from the detailed division of labor as in later generations, but belongs to the mode of eating from the same pot. The whole company of the main battalion fights together and retreats together. Therefore, the split of the machine gun company has little impact on the guerrilla battalion.

According to Yang Ling's instructions, the machine gun platoons of each company occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the street to hide, roughly distributed in a zigzag shape. Once fired, they could form a cross firepower advantage and kill as much as possible the vital forces of the Japanese soldiers.

The machine gunners all had Czech-style light machine guns in their hands, and they were lying in their respective hiding places at the moment, making a final inspection of the machine guns.

More than 100 brothers led by Captain Wang Huzi ambushed in the collapsed ruins. The street 100 meters away from their hiding place was cleared of debris except for the debris and craters, and the shooting range was good.

Under the gloomy sky, gunpowder smoke filled the neighborhood. Although it was broad daylight, it felt like evening. The clear gunshots of the [-] Dagai rifles were getting closer and closer. The brothers who were preparing to ambush were all holding guns, like It was waiting quietly like a hunter.

Wang Huzi was sitting against the wall behind a broken window. At this moment, the [-] rifle was leaning on the mottled gun. He was smoking the cigarette he found from the dead Japanese soldier as soon as possible.

For Wang Huzi, war means death, and he may be reimbursed at any time. If he can enjoy one more minute, he will definitely not waste it.

Yang Ling was reclining on the roof of a three-story building, with a wide view, and he could overlook the low residential area in the distance. There was thick smoke billowing over there, and there were fierce gunshots. It should be Xie Chengrui's second regiment and the devils Turn in the fire.

Yang Ling withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the street below him. The gunshots were getting closer and closer. In addition to the crisp gunshots from the Japanese soldiers, there was also the muffled sound of regular rifles being shot.

He judged from the gunshots that the pursued party should have only one person, and the number of Japanese soldiers should be at least one team.

He gently pulled the bolt, the bullet was loaded into the chamber, and he put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aiming at the smoky street, the enemy was getting closer.

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There was a crisp sound of rubble being stepped on, Wang Huzi looked serious, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, grabbed the [-] rifle, turned and leaned out the window.

The continuous bombing of Nanjing by Japanese bombers filled the whole city with gunpowder and thick smoke, and the block of Daguang Road was no exception. In the gray field of vision, a Chinese soldier in a dirty cotton military uniform stumbled towards him. , looks injured.

"Whizzing--"

"Bang!"

"puff!"

A dazzling flash of light flashed from the gray gunpowder smoke, and bullets tearing through the air flew out at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye, and hit the rubble window, making a shattering sound.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion are all veterans who have experienced many battles. They all held their breath at this moment, and calmly pointed their guns at the area behind the running Chinese soldier.

A shining bayonet pierced the gray gunpowder smoke, and a burly figure wearing a mesh helmet rushed out of the gray gunpowder smoke. This was a Japanese soldier with a fierce look on his face.

"There he is!" The Japanese soldier saw the Chinese soldiers staggering and fleeing, and screamed piercingly, then stood at attention, raised his gun, and fired in one go.

The bullet flew towards the wounded Chinese soldier with a whistling sound. The Chinese soldier seemed to feel something, and suddenly rushed towards the wooden cart on the left.

The Chinese soldier moved quickly, relying on the cover of the wooden cart on the street, and quickly raised his gun to shoot. The dull gunshot rang out, and the Japanese soldier who was standing and shooting suddenly spewed a stream of blood from his neck, spilling into the air.

"what!"

The Japanese soldier let out a scream and fell back on the ground, sending up a puff of smoke and dust.

Whizzing--

Bullets flew out of the gunpowder smoke, and more than a dozen agile figures jumped out. They shot while running, and the bullets fell around the wooden cart, forcing the Chinese soldier to turn around and run again leaning on his gun.

Lying on the roof of the three-storey building, Yang Ling could see this scene clearly, and couldn't help secretly praising the injured Chinese soldier. Being able to counter-kill the pursuer under the enemy's pursuit is not only a test of marksmanship, but also With composure, he started to attract people.

More and more Japanese soldiers jumped out of the gunpowder, and the rubble-strewn streets did not hinder them in the slightest, allowing them to quickly close and flee the distance of the Chinese soldiers as if they were walking on flat ground.

However, this escaped Chinese soldier had rich experience. He kept rushing left and right, and was always able to dodge bullets in a thrilling manner, which made the guerrilla camp brothers in the hidden ruins secretly sweating for him.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion concealed themselves very well. Under the guidance of the officer Yang Ling, they were able to use the broken debris to disguise themselves. At this moment, bullets were flying around in the street, but without Yang Ling's order, the brothers in the guerrilla battalion were all calm did not shoot without authorization.