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

Soon Niu Dagen arrived at the headquarters with ten brothers and three Czech light machine guns, and Yang Ling made arrangements for them in advance.

"We are going to harass the little devils this time. No one can act without my order." Yang Ling first gave them some instructions, worried that stealing chickens would not be a waste of money.

The brothers are also veterans who have participated in countless battles, so they naturally know the rules and regulations, and they all nodded in unison.

After Yang Ling made some more explanations, and after the leader Zhang Handuo came back from patrolling the position, he greeted the leader Zhang Handuo before leading people into action.

After they greeted the sentry, a group of people took advantage of the cover of night to quietly move towards the devil's camp under the mountain.

The moon was once again covered by the thick clouds in the sky, and it was pitch black. Yang Ling and the others would step on the dead bodies on the ground if they weren't paying attention. The cold and stiff corpses made one's scalp tingle in such a dark night.

Fortunately, there were large and small fires burning on the battlefield. Although they smelled like burnt corpses, it kept Yang Ling and the others from blinding their eyes.

They just walked in the darkness at the edge of the crackling flames, and soon found the bushes hundreds of meters away from the little devil's camp and took cover.

They quietly poked their heads out of the bushes to observe the situation of the little devil's camp, and saw that behind a large fortification made of trenches and sandbags, dark tents were densely distributed in a large flat area.

Seeing the little devil sleeping in a warm and comfortable tent, while his brothers had to sleep in a trench full of dead people, Yang Ling felt that if he didn't show the little devil a little bit tonight, he would really be sorry for them.

In the open space in front of the devil's fortification, more than a dozen piles of crackling fires were lit 50 meters away. Obviously, the little devil was also guarding against the night attack of the Chinese army.

If someone really wants to attack at night, then the light from those fires can detect the enemies hiding in the darkness in advance. I have to say that the little devil is also very smart.

But the little devil made a mistake in his wishful thinking. Yang Ling didn't want to surprise them, but harassed them, trying his best to prevent them from getting a good night's sleep.

"Go and ambush on both sides, Wang Zikun, shoot a devil first, and then come back here." Yang Ling turned to another brother and said softly: "After he shoots the first shot, you count to When it's three hundred, kill another devil from the other side."

Wang Zikun and another brother met, grabbed the rifle, bent their backs, and quickly disappeared from Yang Ling's sight without a sound.

"Set up the machine gun. If the devils come after them, cover their retreat." Yang Ling ordered behind him.

Soon the three Czech-style light machine guns were set up on the ridge, aiming at the devil's fortification over there.

After receiving Yang Ling's order, Wang Zikun crawled until he touched a stone 200 meters away from the devil's fortification, and then stopped. He gently pushed the bullet into the chamber, half-closed his eyes and began to aim at the devil's fortification behind the fire.

The fire was crackling and crackling. Although the fire illuminated the surrounding area and prevented enemy attacks, it also exposed the devil's sentinel behind the fortification not far from the fire.

Three little devils were smoking cigarettes behind a sandbag of a heavy machine gun. The sparks from the cigarette butts flickered, very dazzling in the night.

From time to time, they looked up at the dark mountains, quietly without any movement, and their faces were full of relief. If it wasn't for the gunshots from above at night, they would even think that the Chinese defenders on the mountain It's dead.

Although they also suffered heavy losses during the day, the Chinese army on the mountain was bombed by their artillery and planes, and their corpses were scattered all over the field.

Just like what their captain Ichiro Ono said, sleep well and recharge your batteries, tomorrow they will be able to rush up the mountain and kill all the remaining Chinese soldiers.

It is precisely because there are not many remaining Chinese troops on the mountains, and they are in an offensive position, it is inevitable that these devil sentries will become paralyzed.

According to regulations, when on duty, especially when on duty at night, smoking and blackout are strictly prohibited.

But these ghost sentinels expected that the Chinese army was at the end of their strength, and they would not dare to go down the mountain, so they secretly smoked cigarettes while the officer was asleep, to pass the long time on duty.

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot rang out, and Wang Zikun's shoulders went numb, and a scorching bullet turned into a shooting star and flew out.

"Pfft!" With the sound of the bullet piercing into the flesh, a bloody hole was torn into the throat of the smoking little devil, and a bloody arrow flew out.

The soaring blood sprayed the face of the little devil next to him. The little devil looked at his fallen companion and the warm blood on his face, and yelled sadly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The other kid reacted quickly, threw away the cigarette in his hand fiercely, swooped towards the Type [-] heavy machine gun half a meter away, turned the muzzle of the gun, and pulled it without hesitation in the direction of the bullet. trigger.

Text Chapter 475 No Peace

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The Type [-] heavy machine gun let out a ferocious roar in the dark night, and a string of chains of fire rushed straight to the direction where Wang Zikun fired the gun with a sharp whistling sound.

"Damn it!" Wang Zikun was pulling the bolt of the gun and wanted to fire a second shot, but when he saw the flame-breathing muzzle, he cursed and hurriedly rolled behind the stone.

A series of berserk heavy machine gun bullets tore apart the dead branches and weeds where Wang Zikun was lying down, and the debris was splashed, pillars of mud rose into the air, the bullets splashed on the hard stone, and piercing sparks flew randomly .

"There's a Chinese man over there! Catch him!"

The devil sentinels on guard around him also screamed, holding bayonets, and rushed towards Wang Zikun's hiding place while firing.

It was as if Wang Zikun had stabbed a hornet's nest. The devil's vigilant troops exploded in an instant. Seeing more and more devils rushing over from different directions, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, clutching his rifle without turning his head. He ran back towards the distance.

The flares rose into the sky with a sharp whistling. Under the pale light, the ghost soldiers saw Wang Zikun running towards the distance, and they all raised their guns to shoot.

The whizzing bullets kept passing by Wang Zikun's side. Seeing Wang Zikun dodging left and right to dodge tactically, Yang Ling and the others not far away also sweated for him.

Seeing the two little devils chasing too closely, Wang Zikun unscrewed the safety cover of the grenade, pulled the fuse and threw it behind him.

With a bang and a loud explosion, amidst the smoke and flames, the two little devils howled miserably and were blown to the ground, scaring the rest of the little devils to lie down together.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Zikun ran a few steps out of breath again, distanced himself from the little devil, and rushed into the darkness around the bright edge of the flare.

Seeing Wang Zikun, who was out of sight, and the squad leader who was on guard at night, the devil yelled angrily, pulled out his saber and roared in pursuit.

But as soon as he finished speaking, with a bang, a bullet flying from another direction penetrated his left ear without warning, and a large mass of sticky and bloody stuff gushed out of his right ear.

The leader of the devil squad seemed to be drunk, and staggered forward a few steps. When the saber fell to the ground with a bang, he fell down like a wooden stake.

"There are enemies! There are enemies! Cover up!"

The devils who were about to start chasing Wang Zikun were startled. They lay down on the ground in unison, pulled the bolt of their guns and fired in the direction of the other brother, splashing mud and dust.

And after this brother fired a shot, he was as slippery as a mouse, and immediately slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

When a few little devils touched his hiding place from the two wings with bayonets, there were no ghosts except for a large mass of weeds that had been overwhelmed.

After the panting Wang Zikun got rid of the little devil's pursuit, he identified the direction and moved towards the hiding place of Yang Ling and the others, but after walking a few steps, his hairs stood on end, feeling locked by a dangerous aura.

Before Wang Zikun could react, a black figure covered in weeds and branches camouflaged like a cheetah rushed out from the darkness behind him, throwing Wang Zikun to the ground.

Wang Zikun, who fell heavily on the ground, let out a muffled groan, his painful bones seemed to be falling apart, but he couldn't allow him to think too much, a bayonet gleaming with cold light had already pierced his chest.

Wang Zikun could even feel the strong wind brought by the rapid swing of the bayonet, and the breath of death enveloped him.

It was too late and then too soon, Wang Zikun instinctively kicked out, kicking the black shadow who was holding down the bayonet and turned over a somersault.

"Ba Ga!" Hei Ying also cursed, unexpectedly the sneak attack missed.

And Wang Zikun is also a veteran who survived nine deaths on the battlefield, and knows the truth of killing you while you are sick.

On such a cruel battlefield, there is no need for the slightest pity, even if you delay thinking for a second or two, you may lose your life.

He quickly grabbed the rifle, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet. The whole movement was done in one go. When the opponent just got up fiercely, with a bang, the bullet penetrated the body of the black shadow, causing the body of the black shadow to Dangling and standing unsteadily.