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

Yang Ling saw the bushes shaking in front of him, and someone was coming, so he hurriedly raised his right fist and made a concealed gesture.

The brothers were all told by Yang Ling before they set off, so they all spread out in the woods and lay down to hide. With the camouflage on their bodies, it was really hard to tell at a glance.

Coming out of the bushes was Wang Zikun, whose whole body was scratched by thorns. He was in charge of leading a team to scout the road.

"Regiment deputy, the road ahead is the way for the devil's baggage team to pass."

Wang Zikun took the brothers in the investigation team to investigate in advance, and reported the situation to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling asked Wang Huzi and the others to hide on the spot, while he went to investigate in person. Sure enough, there was a rugged mountain road at the edge of the forest not far ahead.

There are barren mountains on both sides of the mountain road, and the road is also covered with the footprints and excrement left by mules and horses. There should be a large number of mules and horses passing by.

"Regimental Deputy, there are more than a dozen devils guarding the mountain in front." At this moment, another investigating brother ran back and reported the new situation.

The task of the dozen or so devils is actually very simple, that is, to be responsible for guarding the safety of this section of the mountain road, and to give a timely warning once the situation is discovered, so as to prevent the transport team from being attacked.

"Zikun, take someone up and kill them." Yang Ling didn't hesitate at all, and was going to be the devil first.

After all, they have more than 500 brothers. If these devils find out, it will be troublesome to send a signal to the devil transport team.

Not only may they fall short of success, but they may also be surrounded by devils who are besieging and suppressing them. In that case, they will really lose money by stealing chickens.

Wang Zikun was also a straightforward person, and he led people to touch it quietly. Although the sniper platoon survived in name only because of the heavy casualties, Wang Zikun and the other two surviving brothers were elite backbones.

Text Chapter 489 Raid

The winding and rugged mountain roads are hidden among the forest ravines, and the cool mountain wind passes through the dense jungle branches and makes a rustling sound.

Two military tents were stationed on the leeward side of the col, and an infantry detachment of devil soldiers was temporarily stationed here, responsible for the security of the mountain road.

Wang Zikun selected more than a dozen nimble brothers to quietly walk through the dense woods, and sneaked to the bushes about 200 meters away from the devils to lie down and hide.

Perhaps the devils thought that there would not be too much danger in this inaccessible mountainous area, so the devil's unit responsible for guarding the transportation line was very lax in defense.

On the mountain road away from the two ends of the tent, there were two devil sentinels with live ammunition, their legs spread apart, their eyes fixed on the two ends of the mountain road, and they were guarding with guns.

In the open space in front of the tent, eight devil soldiers were sitting around a bonfire, smoking, talking and laughing, and a skinned rabbit was roasting on the bonfire, the rabbit was glowing golden. Lustrous and fragrant.

Compared with those friendly troops who repeatedly fought against the Chinese army at the front of Minshan Mountain, this detachment that was transferred to the rear to guard the transportation line rarely got a chance to rest and reorganize, so they relaxed like traveling in mountains and rivers.

For them, the Chinese army in the Minshan area was already on the verge of collapse under the fierce offensive of their 6th Brigade.

Their victory is just around the corner. They only need to rest here for a few days, and when the frontline troops defeat the Chinese army, they can smoothly enter the De'an area.

Compared with the Jiujiang and Ruichang areas that have been ruined by them, De'an is still very attractive to them, and they can plunder again.

But what they didn't expect was that Yang Ling had already led an elite army around the frontier battlefield of Minshan and appeared beside them, but they were still unknown.

Wang Zikun, a student soldier who gave up his pen and joined the army, grew up on the battlefield of blood and fire. He has long been flattered and humiliated in the face of all kinds of vicious enemies.

His keen gaze swept over the guarded sentries with guns, and then over the ghost soldiers sitting around eating, drinking and laughing, and finally stopped at the two tents where they couldn't see what was going on inside.

This should be a standard devil infantry squad, but there are only ten devil soldiers in his field of vision at the moment, which means that there are at least three more devils in the tent.

Their mission this time is to prepare to ambush the devil's transport team. In order to avoid arousing the enemy, they have to kill the devil's sentry team quietly.

If it was night, Wang Zikun would be sure to kill them before they fired their guns to send out the signal, but now it was daytime, and it would take more effort.

Wang Zikun's hand for reading and writing had become rough and full of wounds after the bloody battle. He gently patted the disguised brother next to him, pointed to the tent over there and made a gesture of three.

The brother nodded knowingly, and led the other three brothers cautiously towards the tent, and lay down quietly in the bushes behind the tent.

Before leaving, Yang Ling gave some simple instructions to the brothers on how to disguise themselves. At this moment, they were lying on the ground covered with branches and weeds, and it was really hard to identify them without careful observation.

The brother who was in charge of killing the devil's sentinel also quietly sneaked to the closest distance to the devil. When Wang Zikun and the others got ready, the careless little devil still didn't notice it.

Maybe it's because this is an inaccessible mountainous area and it's behind them, so the group of little devils who were eating and drinking didn't realize at all that a big net had already enveloped them.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wang Zikun took out the bayonet in the scabbard at his waist and held it in his hand. He watched the devils sitting around talking and laughing, and led his brothers to touch it on tiptoe.

The mountain breeze was cool, and the smell of barbecue made people salivate, but Wang Zikun and the others were nervous and their hearts were beating wildly, and their palms were sweating.

When they had just left the forest and hadn't walked a few steps away, a brother just focused on the devil and didn't notice a small hole under his feet.

With his feet in the air, the brother staggered and leaned forward, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

The sudden exclamation attracted everyone's attention, and the little devils turned their heads to look this way.

When they saw Wang Zikun and the Chinese army suddenly appearing beside them like ghosts with bayonets in their hands, the little devils were stunned, their faces full of astonishment and disbelief.

"Kill!" Wang Zikun didn't care about blaming the brother who had alarmed the devil, raised his bayonet, and with a low growl, jumped forward.

Seeing Wang Zikun's murderous look and the cold bayonet in his hand, even a fool would know what happened.

"China people! Enemy attack!"

"Send the signal flare!"

The Devil Sergeant Cao was the first to react, almost jumping up from the ground, roaring and rushing towards the rifles that were stacked not far away.

Hearing the roar of the Devil Sergeant Cao, the rest of the devils were like frightened rabbits, and their reaction speed was astonishingly fast. Some were busy grabbing guns, while others wanted to fire signal flares.

The devil's sentry gun standing at both ends of the road was in his hand. Seeing the situation here, he hurriedly pulled the bolt, ready to raise the gun and shoot.

But before the butts of their guns touched their shoulders, someone rushed out from the bushes beside them, and the bayonet also pierced their bodies fiercely.

"Ah—puff—"

Before the guns of the two devil sentries fired, they were thrown to the ground. The bright bayonet plunged into their chests with a puff, and they screamed in pain.

But their screaming stopped abruptly, and they stabbed a few times. They opened their mouths and wanted to scream, but a large stream of blood came out, and they died soon.

And before the Devil Sergeant Cao rushed to the place where the guns were placed, he bumped into Wang Zikun head-on.

Devil Sergeant Cao had rich combat experience, and he was stabbed in the arm, bleeding profusely, but his burly body also knocked Wang Zikun to the ground.

Fortunately, another brother rushed up in time, grabbed the Devil Sergeant's thigh and yanked it, throwing the Devil Sergeant to the ground, otherwise the Devil Sergeant would have caught the gun next to him.

The brothers rushed forward one after another and wrestled and tore with the devil soldiers. The devils wanted to grab weapons, but how could the brothers let them do so, cursing and roaring, bayonets flying and blood splattering.

Although the brothers are not as physically fit as the little devil, but relying on the bayonet in their hands, they stab and stab fiercely. How can the little devil be an opponent with bare hands, and the situation soon fell to one side.

As several little devils were stabbed to the ground, the brothers who freed their hands joined the battle group next to them one after another, and soon all the little devils were brought down.

The three little devils who were still sleeping soundly in the tent had their throats cut by the brothers who rushed in, and their bodies were dragged out like dead dogs.

The entire raid battle lasted less than 3 minutes and ended. It seemed short, but it was extremely dangerous, and five brothers died.