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

There were many devils who retreated to Maoguzhai. Although they were defeated, dressed in rags, and embarrassed, they were not depressed, their eyes were still determined and fierce, their faces were full of disbelief, and they were still rebellious.

Wang Dongming wore the rank of second lieutenant. While he was dealing with the conversation of the devil second lieutenant, his eyes rolled around, looking around, looking at Yang Ling from time to time, waiting for Yang Ling's order.

Yang Ling mixed in with the devil's retreating team, covered in blood. A nearby devil wanted to strike up a conversation, but he stared at him like a knife, and walked away in embarrassment.

Along the way, he observed the devils' defenses in Maoguzhai, looked at the [-]-type heavy machine guns covered with raincloths and the devils' infantry artillery positions, and wrote down all the important firepower points, maybe it would be useful.

Heavy machine guns were erected on the turrets around Mao Guzhai's village. The black muzzles of the guns directly blocked a large area.

These retreated troops entered the stockade under the leadership of a captain, and stopped to rest in a spacious open space.

Following the cacophony of the ghost captain, the second lieutenant Wang Dongming stood up and said to Yang Ling in a low voice: "The devil asked our officers to gather in the past. I will come back as soon as possible. Don't expose yourself."

Yang Ling nodded, and Wang Dongming walked towards Captain Guizi, and soon the officers disappeared from sight, leaving only some defeated soldiers sitting down to rest in the open space.

Those devils and wounded soldiers kept wailing, and the bandages covering the wounds were already dripping with blood, but the wounded soldiers were taken away soon, and they should be sent for rescue.

Yang Ling and his group of retreating soldiers seemed to have been abandoned, no one cared about them, their wet clothes were sticking to their bodies, and now they sat down and felt cool.

But now there are ghost soldiers with guns all around, they don't dare to act rashly, they can only wait patiently, and they will be able to act when it gets dark.

Just when Yang Ling and the others were waiting impatiently, more than 20 devil soldiers with dirty cloth strips around their waists came over with a big bucket and yelled.

The devil soldiers sitting in the open space were sleepy and hungry. Seeing those big barrels, they rushed to stand up and push forward. Yang Ling also pulled the sleeping brothers up and moved forward together.

Soon Yang Ling and the others were allotted a box of tasteless porridge. Drinking the white water-like porridge further confirmed Yang Ling's guess that the devil was almost out of food.

Tufeiyuan's 14th Division has been cut off from its supplies since it crossed the Yellow River to the Longhai Line and was surrounded in the Lanfeng area. Now it can't break out, and the supplies it carries are almost exhausted.

Although the head of the division, Kenji Doi, asked for airdrops of supplies, the airdropped supplies were only a drop in the bucket, not enough, in the face of more than 2 mouths to eat.

Now General Xue Yue's Yudong Corps and Hu Zongnan's troops have re-established an encirclement circle around Tufeiyuan's division. He is getting more and more irritable.

"Why does this little devil eat worse than us?" Looking at the gruel with little water in the lunch box, Shunzi was puzzled.

Yang Ling looked around and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid the devil has run out of food, so eat quickly and don't talk."

After Yang Ling and the others drank the devil's porridge, they were gathered together, and Wang Dongming also came back. They were to be reorganized and sent to the battlefield to strengthen the defense of Mao Guzhai.

Now Yang Ling and the others are pretending to be devils and dare not speak out to reveal their identities. They can only follow the crowd and follow the crowd, hoping to act again at night.

Under the order of Captain Guizi, more than ten people like Yang Ling and the others were assigned to a ridge to the east of Maoguzhai, where they were asked to build a heavy machine gun bunker, and Second Lieutenant Wang Dongming became interim commander.

"We're going to work here first. You wander around to find out how the devils are doing." Yang Ling fell behind the team, grabbed Wang Dongming and gave instructions in a low voice.

Although Wang Dongming, who can speak Japanese, was wearing the second lieutenant's military uniform, in fact, Yang Ling was the real commander of their infiltration unit, and all actions were decided by Yang Ling.

After receiving Yang Ling's order, Wang Dongming loudly ordered the little devil to build a bunker. After winking at Yang Ling, he walked around slowly with a cigarette in his mouth.

The entire Maogu Village was full of ghost soldiers, and Wang Dongming's second lieutenant caught a lot of them, so he kept nodding and bowing to make way for those ghosts.

Although the Guizibing patrol team watched him wandering around, he was a second lieutenant after all, so he asked a few words casually, but was prevaricated by Wang Dongming.

"Your! Who is it!" Until Wang Dongming poked his head towards a heavily guarded courtyard, a major officer came from behind and questioned loudly.

Wang Dongming broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly bowed his head heavily and explained: "Report sir, I just got lost here."

The devil, Shao Zuo, was very vigilant, and asked to see his ID while questioning Wang Dongming.

Wang Dongming didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the Devil Major for fear of revealing his secrets, so he hastily and respectfully handed over the ID with both hands, and reported his unit number.

Major Guizi inspected it carefully, his face softened, and he returned the certificate to him, warning: "This is the command post, your troops are to the east, go back, don't wander around."

"Hayi!" Wang Dongming bowed his head heavily, and then the devil Shao Zuo strode up the steps and disappeared into the yard.

Wang Dongming looked at the radio antenna protruding from the wall of the courtyard, secretly remembered this place, avoided being exposed, and quickly turned and left.

When Yang Ling and the others sneaked into Mao Guzhai, the Chinese army in charge of the attack also broke through the devil's blocking positions everywhere and advanced to the periphery of Mao Guzhai.

As night fell, the sound of short and powerful rifles was mixed with the roar of heavy machine guns, and the two sides in the outer positions had already started a fierce exchange of fire.

The sky was flickering, and there were constant explosions. From time to time, a group of devil soldiers ran across the street in line. Yang Ling and the others who were guarding the heavy machine gun bunker were secretly preparing.

The more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were digging the heavy machine gun bunker with them had been quietly wiped off their necks by them, and they were hiding behind a pile of debris at this moment, and it was difficult to find them in this dark night.

"Action!" Seeing the footsteps of the devil patrol going away, Yang Ling whispered an order behind him.

The thirteen brothers grabbed their weapons, quietly left the bunker where they were hiding, and headed straight for the Devils command post.

Text 4: Attack and Kill

Under the night, Maoguzhai was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of war. The Chinese army had already attacked the outer positions of the village. Although it was night, the cold guns did not stop.

In the courtyard covered with dilapidated bricks and tiles, the lights in the command post belonging to the 20th Regiment of the Devil's Remnant Force flickered.

Under the dim light, the unkempt staff officers are nervously drawing up defense plans, and the map has been messed up by various lines.

In the small room on the other side, the indicator light of the radio station was constantly flashing, and the signal soldiers were nervously communicating with the surrounding troops.

The main force of the Chinese army has tightly surrounded their 14th Division in the Sanyizhai and Maoguzhai areas. Originally, they were expected to seize Lanfeng and stand out from the encirclement.

However, as the Chinese army once again deployed troops to the battlefield, their situation was already precarious. Now not only was there a shortage of water and food, but more importantly, they had run out of ammunition. Facing the Chinese army that was several times larger, they could not last long.

The commander of the Japanese army was sitting in the center of the room, leaning on the ancestral samurai sword with both hands, and his white gloves had become dirty and dirty. Hearing the sound of cannons from time to time, his expression became more and more impatient.

"Have you contacted the logistics team? When will our ammunition supply be delivered?"

Seeing the chief of staff with muddy feet walking into the room, the regimental captain raised his head and asked.

They have always relied on the air fire support of the aviation unit and the various artillery advantages of their army units to crush the Chinese army, so most of the time they are invincible, and they have defeated the Chinese army with artillery fire almost before close combat.

But their 14th Division has been surrounded like an iron barrel. As the war dragged on, the logistics supply came to a standstill. Although all kinds of artillery were intact, they fired all the shells.

Now they finally realized that the Chinese army was suffocated at the time, and they could only nest in the trenches full of mud and let the Chinese army's artillery attack without the power to fight back. This made the Japanese army commander urgently need artillery support.

The chief of staff also understands the state of mind of the captain at the moment. After all, he is used to using artillery fire to attack the Chinese army from a distance in the past. Now he has suddenly lost this advantage and it is difficult to adapt.

"Your Excellency, Captain, the Divisional Headquarters replied that the transportation regiment has withdrawn into Sanyizhai, and they have run out of ammunition. I am afraid that the next batch of shells will arrive tomorrow when the weather clears and will be air-dropped to us by the aviation unit."

Although the captain of the Japanese military alliance had already given up any hope of replenishing ammunition, but hearing this answer, he still couldn't help cursing in his heart. When did they suffer from such uselessness, they could only be beaten and could not fight back.

"How many bullets do our soldiers have?" The regiment leader continued to ask after a moment of silence.

The chief of staff replied: "There is still a base number. If the Chinese army launches an attack, it may not last long."

Hearing that the soldiers only had one standard amount of ammunition, the captain of the Japanese army's complexion became extremely solemn, and he ordered: "Order all departments to save ammunition, and be mentally prepared to fight hand-to-hand!"

The Chief of Staff shook his head and sighed when he heard that the always invincible troops had to rely on stabbing to defend their positions.