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

Yang Ling also lay down in the bomb crater, cautiously stuck out half of his head, and glanced down the hill. There were crowds of people on the hillside, and a large number of ghosts wearing cold steel helmets were rushing up the hill like a tide.

Estimating that the devils only had a squadron of nearly 200 people, Yang Ling said to the messenger beside him, "Send the word, put the devils at 30 meters before fighting!"

"Put the devil at 30 meters and fight again..." The brothers passed the order to ten, ten to hundreds, and soon the order spread to the positions of each company.

"Wang Zikun——" Yang Ling waved to Wang Zikun, the temporary platoon leader of the sniper platoon lying not far from him.

Holding the gun, Wang Zikun ran to Yang Ling and lay down on his side: "Deputy officer, what's the matter?"

Yang Ling pointed to the grenadier soldiers behind the devil's attacking force and said, "Your task is to knock out the grenadier soldiers behind. Is there a problem?"

A squadron of devils has at least nine grenadier groups, and they have been falling behind the assault infantry. They are very wretched, and it is not so difficult to knock them out.

Wang Zikun's face showed a look of embarrassment: "Deputy regiment, can you transfer our grenadier team to me? Otherwise, I'm not sure."

The deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, took advantage of the devil's inattention, and came back with two grenade grenades and a few boxes of grenades from under the devil's nose. Every time Yang Ling thought of Wang Zikun, he missed him.

After Yang Ling thought about it for a few seconds, he said solemnly, "I need a grenadier when it's critical, so I can only give you one."

"Yes!"

Although he only got a grenadier, Wang Zikun was still very happy. Cooperating with the sharpshooters in their platoon, they should be able to suppress the devil's grenadiers.

"You guys, come with me—"

Wang Zikun ordered two temporarily trained grenadiers to flank the hillside with grenades.

After Yang Ling gave his orders, the little devil had rushed to a position only more than 100 meters away from the top of the mountain.

The slope on the hillside is not very high, but it is covered with shrubs and gravel, which greatly affects the speed of the little devil's upward climb.

The brothers lying quietly on the top of the mountain and hiding themselves could already clearly see the hideous and hideous face of the little devil, and the hearts of many brothers began to pound.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The little devil's covering infantry began to shoot at random towards the top of the hill, conducting fire reconnaissance.

Although they felt that under the bombardment of aircraft and artillery fire, there should not be many defenders left, but they still opened fire routinely.

Bullets swished from the bottom of the mountain, hitting the top of the mountain with mud and dust, but more bullets shot high into the sky along the ridgeline, posing little threat to the brothers hiding behind the ridgeline.

Most of the brothers were veterans who had escaped death. Facing these bullets flying around their scalps, they didn't blink their eyes and remained calm.

If it was those recruits, I am afraid that they could not help but tremble when they heard the gunshot, and they would not be able to display much combat effectiveness in a real fight. This is the difference between veterans and recruits.

Body 4 Fifty Chapters Tactical Deception

The brothers lowered their guns, holding their breath and waiting for the devil to come closer. Although they could already see the ugly face under the devil's helmet, they were not a little nervous.

They can also be regarded as veterans who have fought many fierce battles with devils with real swords and guns, and they have also fought a lot of positional battles and hand-to-hand battles.

Those generations of peasants were afraid of devils like ghosts at first, but after fighting a few battles, they finally understood.

Although the little devils are fierce in fighting, they are mortal after all, and a single bullet can still kill them.

What's more, now they have brothers who have shared life and death to fight side by side, and a respected officer like Yang Ling who commands calmly, and the bulging bullet pouch at their waists makes them full of confidence.

So the little devil's bullets whizzed around, but the brothers lay motionless on their respective battle positions, as calm as sculptures.

The little devils are not only well-equipped, but also well-trained. They pulled apart the skirmish line and alternately covered and leaped towards the mountain cat.

When Lieutenant Xiaojing was 200 meters away from the top of the mountain, he leaned against a wooden pile whose canopy had been cut off by gunfire and stopped, and began to observe the movement of the top of the mountain.

The team running at the front had already approached the top of the mountain at a distance of 100 meters. The bullets from the investigation sent dust flying on the top of the mountain, but the top of the mountain was eerily quiet, which made him smell something unusual.

Although he was brave and warlike, he was able to serve as a squadron commander and he was not stupid. He didn't think that all the Chinese troops on the top of the mountain were buried in the artillery fire.

He waved to the grenadiers and machine gunners behind him: "Cover!"

The machine gunner quickly lay down along the hillside, set up the machine gun and pointed it at the top of the hill, and the grenadier also stopped, ready to support the first infantry squad walking ahead at any time.

Yang Ling had been observing the movements of the devils, and found that there were only about 50 devils coming up, and most of the rest slowed down halfway up the hillside, and immediately realized the problem.

"Wang Huzi, let someone fire a few shots to lure the devil!" Yang Ling waved gently to Wang Huzi who was lying on his stomach not far away.

Wang Huzi understood, put his sniper back into the holster on his waist, grabbed the loaded [-] rifle and ordered: "Squad [-], hit me—"

"Bang!" With the painful recoil of the rifle coming from his shoulder, a cloud of blood exploded from the chest of a devil who was leaping towards the hill, and he rolled backwards and rolled down the hill.

Under Wang Huzi's order, more than a dozen brothers from the third squad also pulled the triggers and fired, and the howling bullets enveloped the little devil's head.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"what!"

The brothers fired steadily, the scorching bullets pierced through the devils' bodies continuously, shattering their necks and heads, screams and muffled gunshots suddenly sounded, and the blood was soaring.

Captain Xiaojing heard the sparse gunshots at last from the top of the mountain, and a savage smile flashed across his fleshy face.

He originally thought that the Chinese army would play tricks, so for the sake of safety, he only asked a small team to conduct a sudden fire investigation. Most of them slowed down in the middle of the hillside, ready to support or evacuate at any time before bombarding them again.

However, he was relieved by the sparse gunfire from the top of the mountain. From the sound of the gunshots, he judged that most of the Chinese troops on the top of the mountain should have been buried in the artillery fire.

"These Chinese people really don't have a long memory." Thinking of the artillery fire that wiped out most of the Chinese army, Captain Xiaojing slandered secretly in his heart.

Captain Xiaojing, as a squadron commander who rose step by step from a soldier, not only has ruthless means, but also has rich combat experience.

After judging that the strength of the Chinese army on the top of the mountain was running out, he quickly changed the first tentative attack into a real attack, preparing to take the top of the mountain in one fell swoop.

"attack!"

Captain Xiaojing let out a low growl, and the ghost soldiers around who had slowed down moved after hearing the sound.

These ghost soldiers whose eyes were shining like beasts, changed their obscene posture just now, and directly started striding towards the top of the mountain with their gleaming bayonets.

"Da da da——" the devil's machine gunner also pulled the trigger, and a string of bullets flew up the hill, covering the infantry charging towards the hill.

"The little devil is coming up! Ready to fight!"

Seeing the ghost soldiers rushing towards the top of the mountain in a dark mass, the shouts and roars of the platoon leaders of each company also rang out one after another.

The brothers twisted the grenade and pulled the bolt, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The devil is like a ferocious beast, arrogant and arrogant, completely ignoring the sporadic bullets, burying his head towards the hill without dodging or evading, approaching within 30 meters within a few breaths.