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

Yang Ling got out of the darkness, wet all over.

The old smoker recognized Yang Ling, so he breathed a sigh of relief and put the gun away.

Yang Ling walked to Old Smoker, glanced at the direction of the dark devil camp, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong?"

The old smoker shook his head: "The little devil under the heavy rain is probably also upset. It seems that he won't come over tonight."

Yang Ling said: "The little devil can't come, let's go."

When the old smoker heard Yang Ling say this, his eyes lit up immediately: "Mate, you said we're going to sneak attack the devils?"

Yang Ling nodded, turned around and walked into the rain shelter hidden in the back of the trench with a tent made of tattered branches, and sat down on a rock.

"The brigade ordered our regiment to take down the golden dragon stalk on the left before dawn. Our battalion is the main attack." Yang Ling took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his arms, and handed one to the old smoker.

Yang Ling didn't smoke in the past, because tobacco and alcohol, which make people's consciousness unclear, are enough to kill people on a dangerous battlefield.

But later Yang Ling discovered that under the cruel war, only tobacco and alcohol could relieve the tense nerves. He didn't know when he started, but he also learned it.

The old smoker also sat down, and he asked puzzledly: "Then Minshan is not going to be attacked?"

"The devils are heavily deployed in the main position of Minshan Mountain, and they won't be able to take it down for a while. The brigade's intention is to wipe out the devils on the surrounding hills first."

Old Smoker nodded. Although they didn't go up to the battalion during the day, they saw that the brothers who were brought down were smashed, and knew that Minshan was not so easy to take.

"The attack is expected to be at four o'clock in the morning, and you will pick a few smarter brothers to form a commando team to take the lead first."

Although Yang Ling spoke slowly, the old smoker knew in his heart that this was the selection of death squads.

They are blind to the situation on the golden dragon stalk now. These brothers who rushed forward said it sounds good to be the first.

"I lead the team myself. No matter how powerful the devils on the Golden Dragon Stem are, we can only win this battle, not lose." Yang Ling took a deep breath, staring at the old smoking gun and said.

The devil's reinforcements from Ruichang are already on their way to Minshan. If their brigade can't gain a firm foothold, they will have to return to De'an by then.

It is conceivable that the devils will chase De'an like a mad dog. Once De'an falls, the entire Nanxun line will be in danger.

When the old smoker heard that Yang Ling was going to lead the team himself, he was also slightly taken aback, and then said, "Vice captain, you are already the deputy commander, and the brothers in the regiment are all counting on you to lead them to fight the devils. Although the old bones are uneducated, they are unambiguous in fighting, so let me lead the team this time."

"Deputy Tuan, you know me. If you do what you say, you will definitely win the Golden Dragon Terrier."

Seeing that Yang Ling was still smoking in silence, the old smoker softened his tone, and said in a low voice: "Regiment deputy, I've been fighting all my life with this old bone, and I've been fooling around. The platoon leader killed me. When the platoon commander, the company commander died, I became the company commander, but when is this a head..."

He paused, looked at the heavy rain outside, his eyes became clearer, and said with a smile: "I can still hold the gun now, charge a few times, and I will get two military medals for fun, and I won't let you go." I have fought the battle of my life in vain, Brother Yang, you have to help me with this matter."

Yang Ling looked at the bony old smoker. Although the old smoker was smiling, his nose was a little sore.

These brothers are illiterate, illiterate, and don't understand the principles of patriotism, but they have never complained about the fierce and ferocious devils.

Looking at the old smoker who was full of longing eyes, Yang Ling knew that he didn't want to get military medals, he just wanted to avenge those brothers who died, and he was fulfilling his wish.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, nodded lightly, and said seriously: "I will ask the whole regiment to prepare the short spears and bayonets for you, old company commander, I will personally ask for credit for you when you took down the golden dragon stem. "

"Okay, then I'll go and gather the brothers." Old Smoker stood up holding the gun, greeted Yang Ling, and turned to leave the rain shelter.

Yang Ling and the others had fought two bloody battles with the devils during the day, and the brothers were exhausted. Although it was raining heavily and soaked in the blood of the trenches, many of them still couldn't help falling asleep.

Looking at the brothers sleeping in the water, Yang Ling sighed slightly in his heart. Although the equipment was poor and the conditions were difficult, their hearts to defend their homes and the country were always hot.

In the second half of the night, the torrential rain turned into light rain, but the rain in the middle of the night made the ground slippery and muddy.

The sleeping brothers were gently patted awake and began to gather. Under the cover of night, Yang Ling and his group quietly moved towards the target of the battle, the golden dragon stem.

Thirty carefully selected brothers led by the old smoker are equipped with short guns, bayonets and grenades and walk at the forefront of the team. They will be the first commando.

In order to strengthen the commando's firepower, the only five machine guns in the regiment were all given to the commando team, in order to tear through the devil's defense line with strong firepower and rush in.

Although the devils defending the golden dragon stem were only the size of a squadron, Yang Ling and the others still did not dare to underestimate them, but went all out.

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Text Chapter 461 Night Battle

Although the dark night and the light rain made the mountain road slippery and muddy, it also provided excellent cover for the brothers who were moving towards Jinlonggeng.

A regiment of brothers quietly touched and hid in a ravine at the foot of Jinlonggen Mountain, but the little devils on the mountain didn't notice it at all.

The black and steep mountains are as majestic and majestic as standing giants. The brothers look up at the silent mountains and hide quietly at the bottom of the ditch.

The deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, wrapped the bayonet several times with cloth strips before hanging it in a convenient place. The upside-down machine gun and the bulging magazine gave him inexplicable confidence in his heart.

Thirty commando brothers were carrying bayonets, short guns and grenades, and the rain was streaming down the brims of their helmets. They quietly fastened their weapons and ammunition, making final preparations.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the team leader Zhang Handuo patted Old Smoker on the shoulder. Old Smoker understood, and took the brothers he had selected to touch up along the southeast corner of the mountain.

The heavy rain drenched the mountain, and the soil under his feet became soft and slippery. The old smoker grabbed the shrubs and grass with both hands, and climbed up the mountain silently.

The brothers also followed suit, most of them were veterans with rich combat experience, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Fortunately, the sparse woods and lush bushes provided them with excellent cover, and the patter of light rain covered up the occasional noise made by trampling on dead branches.

The devils built several machine gun bunkers on the mountain road in front of the golden dragon stem, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the bottom of the mountain.

Although there are not many devils stationed at Jinlonggeng and Zuoyunling, they can give fire support to the devils at the main position of Minshan at any time, which greatly threatens the flanks of the attacking troops.

If these strongholds of the devils can be captured now, it will greatly reduce the pressure on the frontal attacking troops, and at the same time allow their troops to gain a firm foothold by relying on these mountains.

The mountain wind mixed with the drizzle was cool, and the old smokers were soaked, and their thin clothes stuck to their backs, and they also felt a bit of coolness.

They crept towards the top of the mountain, and each of them was like a ghost.

The little devil probably didn't expect that in such bad weather, the old smokers would sneak over at night to attack.

Little devils generally attack during the day and turn defensive at night, because their vision at night is limited, and their firepower advantage cannot be used.

The endless mountain rain made the little devil suffer too. The old smoker and the others walked along the southeast corner to the top of the mountain, only to find two devil sentinels in raincoats leaning on a big tree and saying talking.

The old smoking gun stopped behind a clump of dark bushes, lightly patted the shoulders of the two brothers on the left and right, and made a gesture of touching the necks of the two devil sentries.

The two brothers understood, one on the left and the other on the right took advantage of the cover of the woods and darkness to go around behind the devil sentinel.

"Who!" A devil was very alert. Hearing the strange noise in the darkness, he hurried to pick up the rifle hanging on his shoulder.

Before the Devil Sentinel could finish his words, a black figure still jumped out from the darkness beside him, and the gleaming bayonet had already stabbed his neck with a sound.

A gust of warm blood spurted out from the open mouth of the white flesh, splashing the face of another devil facing him.

The devil was terrified, and was about to shout while pulling the bolt of the gun, but just as he opened his mouth, a big hand had already reached out from behind and covered his mouth tightly, leaving only his whining sound.