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

Seeing Wang Dongming hesitate and hesitate, Yang Ling said slowly: "I will personally lead the team for this infiltration and beheading mission. Although there is no guarantee that it will be safe, there is at least a [-]% to [-]% chance of getting out of the body, so you don't have to worry about safety. Whether or not, everyone will be awarded fifty silver dollars."

Wang Dongming, the second lieutenant platoon leader, was hesitant at first, after all, this was going deep into the tiger's den, but when he heard that Yang Ling led the team and rewarded him with fifty silver dollars, he was immediately moved.

You must know that silver dollars are much more valuable than French currency. As long as you participate, you will have silver dollars. Besides, Yang Ling leads the team, so there is still a certain degree of security.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Yang, you have saved my life. As long as you say a word, let alone a den of devils, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, if I, Wang Dongming, frown, I will not be a man!"

Wang Dongming's attitude took a 180-degree turn, which made Zhang Handuo and the others a little puzzled, but since he went, he was relieved a lot.

"Okay, change clothes quickly." Seeing that Wang Dongming agreed, Yang Ling grabbed the devil's uniform on the table and threw it at him.

Wang Dongming grabbed the blood-stained and foul-smelling Devils military uniform, feeling a little nauseous, he held his nose and said, "Sir, these clothes were taken from dead people, right?"

Zhang Handuo scolded with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense, put it on, and let him live or die."

Yang Ling and the other 13 people all put on tattered devil clothes, steel helmets, and [-] rifles. They looked like a defeated devil squad.

After the team leader Zhang Handuo and the others agreed on the time of the general attack and finalized some details, Yang Ling and his team dressed as devil soldiers headed straight for Mao Guzhai.

Text 4 Chapter Shocking

The scorching sun was blocked by the tumbling dark clouds in an instant, and the dark clouds overturned the entire plain as thick as ink, and thunder and lightning flashed in a short while.

"Damn it, let's run fast, or it's going to rain—"

Seeing that a heavy rain was coming, and seeing the empty gravel all around, Shunzi, who was wearing a helmet askew, began to trot cursingly.

Yang Ling and the others did not expect to encounter a heavy rain on the way. The thirteen people ran forward panting, trying to find a place to hide from the rain.

They saw a black spot of a village standing on the plain from a distance, and ran towards it, but just a few steps away, the torrential rain poured down like a hole in the sky.

The rain fell swiftly and strangely, and soon the sky and the earth became blurry. The rain drenched Yang Ling and the others thoroughly. The cold rain slid down the helmet and poured into the collar, and the wet clothes were stuck to the flesh. .

"Regiment deputy, there are devils ahead!"

Yang Ling and the others ran closer to the village where they were sheltering from the rain, and saw from a distance under the eaves of a few low houses, there were ghost soldiers with guns also sheltering from the rain there.

Shunzi slowed down his pace, and the thugs of the brothers also touched the trigger of the [-] rifle, ready to strike at any time, who would have expected that there were devils here.

"Don't be nervous, walk over slowly, we are wearing devil's clothes." Looking at the brothers who were facing the enemy, Yang Ling spoke in a low voice.

The devils who were hiding from the rain in the village also saw them. If they left in the rain now, it would cause suspicion instead, and it would be safer than in the past.

The tense faces of the brothers eased a little after hearing Yang Ling's order, but they were still vigilant enough. After all, they had fought with the devil for so long, and now the two sides have to stay together face to face and peacefully. This is something that has never happened before. , can not avoid tension.

Yang Ling pulled Wang Dongming, who was speaking Japanese, to him and said, "You are in charge of talking to the little devil, remember not to expose yourself."

Wang Dongming took a deep breath and nodded, pulled off his wet military uniform, and walked to the front of the team with a saber in his hand. He was wearing the military uniform of the Second Lieutenant of the Devil, while Yang Ling and the others were the leading soldiers.

The ground was full of potholes and muddy, and the downpour quickly filled the low-lying areas with water. The brothers nervously followed Wang Dongming and approached the village, heading straight to an unoccupied roof.

There were quite a few ghost soldiers hiding from the rain in the village. They were very wary when they saw someone approaching, but they relaxed when they saw it was their own.

Seeing Yang Ling and the others in a mess, some devils even showed expressions of gratitude, while Wang Dongming, who led the team, dressed up as a second lieutenant.

There were actually quite a few devils saluting him under the eaves, which made Shunzi who was following behind secretly dumbfounded, full of doubts in his heart, when did this little devil become so polite.

Watching Yang Ling and his team of embarrassed soldiers emerge from the heavy rain, a devil second lieutenant came over to say hello.

Seeing the sonorous and powerful steps of the devil second lieutenant, and feeling his sturdy aura, the brothers were a little nervous. Holding the gun in their hands, they turned their eyes to Yang Ling. Yang Ling shook his head lightly, telling them to be calm. .

"Which part do you belong to? You're in such a mess?" The ghost second lieutenant leaned over and asked.

The second lieutenant Wang Dongming replied straightforwardly: "We are from the Pinggu Squadron of the 15th Regiment. We were dispersed by the Chinese army at Luowang Station, and we are about to withdraw to the assembly point of Maoguzhai."

Yang Ling and the others prepared their identities before departure. The real Pinggu Squadron had been wiped out, but they were pretending to be. They seized a full set of documents.

In this turbulent battlefield, it is difficult for ordinary people to see through unless they meet someone they know.

Hearing that Wang Dongming said that they were the troops of the 15th Regiment guarding Luowang Station, the second lieutenant did not have too much doubt, but continued to ask: "How is the situation at the station?"

"The Chinese army attacked us, and the station fell." Wang Dongming said angrily.

The second lieutenant showed sympathy, patted Wang Dongming on the shoulder and comforted him: "We will fight back, please cheer up!"

Wang Dongming clenched his fist and said, "We will definitely win!"

Second Lieutenant Guizi took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and lit another for Wang Dongming.

"Thank you, senior." Wang Dongming expressed his gratitude respectfully, and asked, "May I ask why you got here, senior?"

"Oh, our 59th Regiment's position has also been lost." The second lieutenant Guizi sighed, and then continued: "But we will not admit defeat, several of our divisions have already approached, and the Chinese Army will soon was annihilated."

Wang Dongming smoked and chatted with the Second Lieutenant Guizi, while Yang Ling and the others sat under the eaves to rest, not daring to say a word, for fear of being exposed.

The heavy rain came and went quickly. In less than half an hour, the dark clouds dissipated, the sky and the earth regained clarity, and the air was filled with the smell of mud.

The ghost soldiers hiding under the eaves also got up one after another under the urging of their respective officers, stepped on the muddy road, and retreated in the direction of Maogu Village and Sanyi Village.

"Let's go together." Second Lieutenant Guizi chatted happily with Wang Dongming and invited them to go together.

Wang Dongming turned his attention to Yang Ling, and seeing that Yang Ling didn't object, he nodded in agreement.

Yang Ling and his team no longer retreated alone, but gathered more than 20 rout soldiers of Second Lieutenant Guizi, and retreated in a panic.

The heavy rain made the road muddy and difficult to walk, and the defeated devil soldiers also hurried on the road in a low-spirited and silent manner, which saved Yang Ling and the others from the trouble of dealing with it.

The Japanese soldiers who retreated from all directions retreated along the road. There were not only whole teams carrying the blood-red rising sun flag, but also small groups supporting each other.

The wheels of those cars covered in mud turned fast, pulling loads of bloody corpses past, which pleased Yang Ling and the others who were mixed in with the devil team.

Various Chinese troops launched fierce attacks from all directions, and the 14th Division of the Devils was constantly compressed like a turtle in a urn.

Seeing those dirty devil soldiers almost fighting for a little food, Yang Ling learned through a series of observations that the devil soldiers were almost running out of food and ammunition, which was really a pleasant surprise.

Yang Ling and the others mingled with the devil's defeated soldiers, and soon arrived at their target, Mao Guzhai. Although the devil had lost the battle, dense fortifications were built in this small Maogu village in a short period of time.

Looking at the criss-cross trenches and barbed wire fences and the hidden strong fortresses outside Maoguzhai, Yang Ling had to admire the little devil's field fortification ability.

They were able to build such a complete fortification in a short period of time, which is what the current Chinese army lacks. Once they fight, they may have to sacrifice many brothers in front of these densely packed fortifications. Fortunately, they have already understood this Prepare.

Text 4: Operation of Beheading

Maogu Village was originally just an inconspicuous village, but the Japanese troops retreating here turned it into a solid fortification full of trenches and traps in a short period of time.

Those Japanese engineers with shirtless arms and muddy buttocks are still digging trenches with undiminished enthusiasm, and the densely packed fortifications are rapidly extending and expanding to the periphery.

These strong fortifications would cause great casualties to the attacking Chinese army, Shunzi wished to blow it up now, but seeing the devil soldiers with guns guarding all around, he had to suppress his thoughts in his heart.