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

It was precisely because of various reasons that the devil soldiers retreating along the winding mountain road did not panic, but swaggered with torches and flashlights, illuminating the entire mountain road in a mighty way.

However, there is a price to be paid for arrogance. Those devil marching troops exposed to the light of torches and torches are natural targets at this moment. The dense team crowded on the mountain road can hit them even without the attackers aiming.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"There are Chinese people in the woods!"

"Bagaya Road!"

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Although the devil's retreating troops were careless, they couldn't conceal their high tactical literacy, and they quickly reacted after just a few breaths.

"boom!"

Just as the mountain road became noisy and boiling due to the sudden attack, the dull gunshots rang out again.

Yang Ling's shoulders trembled, and the scorching bullets had already spewed out from the muzzle of the gun. In the dense night, he could even see the orange-red trajectory of the bullets flying in the air.

A bloody flower popped out of the back of a ghost soldier wearing a steel helmet who had just raised the [-] rifle over his shoulder. The bullet pierced his body. He wailed in pain and rolled sideways into the darkness.

"Da da da— da da da—"

The flames of the shooting exposed Yang Ling's position, and the two light machine guns with crooked handles that were quickly set up roared, their tongues of flame flickered, and bullets poured towards Yang Ling like a torrential rain.

The devil riflemen who were closer were not slow at all. They were also enraged, and they raised their guns and shot one after another. For a moment, countless streamers shot towards Yang Ling's position, and there were loud gunshots on the mountain road.

Yang Ling only fired two shots, and didn't even have a chance to fire a third shot, so he had to roll a few times to avoid the pouring bullets, and then quickly got up and evacuated.

In the darkness, dense and violent bullets hit the branches and leaves on high places, breaking them and flying across, like a celestial maiden scattered flowers. The place where Yang Ling lay down before was splashed with mud and mist amidst the puffing sound, and it was suddenly a mess .

Holding the rifle in his hand, Yang Ling glanced back at the hustle and bustle of the mountain road in the firelight, showing an indescribable smirk, the best play was yet to come.

Under the protection of the guards, Nakazuo Ono Ichiro squeezed away the teams that were crowded with stretchers carrying wounded soldiers on the mountain road, and hurried to the attacking avant-garde troops.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"

The berserk blow stopped amidst Ono Ichiro's hoarse voice, and the mountain road suddenly became strangely quiet.

However, those ghost soldiers hidden in the tree trunks, stones and lying on the ground remained vigilant and did not move as if they were facing an enemy. As long as there was any disturbance in the woods, they would be able to pull the trigger and kill each other immediately.

Ono Ichiro hid behind a bush, staring at the dark woods where the mountain wind was blowing, but there was no movement of anyone except the rustling of branches.

A search team composed of more than a dozen devils quietly moved towards Yang Ling's previously hidden location. In the explosion of several grenades, the devil soldiers rushed forward with bayonets pointed.

But to the surprise of these devils, apart from the shallow crater blown out by the grenade and a mess of dead branches and leaves, there was not even a ghost.

"Report to the captain, the Chinese have escaped." Second Lieutenant Guizi reported to Ichiro Ono with two bullet casings he had picked up.

Ichiro Ono took the two empty shells that were obviously their [-]-caliber rifles, and the muscles on his face full of flesh couldn't help twitching. He attacked them with their rifles, which was obviously disgusting.

"Strengthen your guard and move on!" Ono Ichiro looked at the dark woods, almost gritted his teeth.

Although Ono Ichiro wished to drag the person who attacked them out of the dark forest into pieces, but he also knew that in such a mountainous area, and it was night, it would be extremely difficult to catch him.

After being attacked, the devil troops continued to advance after a little delay. Although one died and the other was seriously injured, it would not hurt their bones, but it also made them more vigilant.

More than 100 people from the devil's two teams were ordered to go to the forefront of the marching team, and were responsible for conducting fire reconnaissance on dangerous areas and dense woods along the way to ensure that there were no guerrillas in ambush.

The team is still moving forward with torches, but Zhongzuo Onoichiro is worried. Will the escaped Chinese guerrillas really not come back?

Looking at the mountains of Hei Junjun around the mountain road, he vaguely had a bad premonition that the army's retreat to Ruichang overnight might not be so smooth.

Yang Ling and the others did not disappoint the devil's retreating troops. Less than 10 minutes after the cold gun attack, the attack happened again.

A falling grenade hit the devil's helmet and made a bang sound. The surrounding devil soldiers saw something flying over and fell down subconsciously.

But this time it wasn't a cold-shot attack, but more than a dozen grenades that were blown out of white smoke, and the grenades rolled beside the devils, rolling under their feet.

"Boom—boom—"

The grenade that fell into the devil's soldier exploded violently. In the dark night, flames soared into the sky, gravel and soil flew up, and shrapnel flew across the sky, cutting a radius of 20 meters.

The devil soldiers within the range of the explosion had no way to hide, watching themselves being cut into pieces by the explosion, and a devil soldier who was looking around vigilantly was swept away by the blast, and his face was bloody and bloody, embedded with several pieces of blood. Baiji is like gravel the size of a grain of rice.

"Ah!" The heart-piercing screams echoed in the dark mountains, making one's hair stand on end.

The power of the concentrated explosion of more than a dozen grenades was exerted to the extreme due to the dense army of devils marching. In the smoke and dust of the explosion, devils were killed and injured all over the place, and some people rolled and cried on the ground with broken legs.

There was also someone who was clutching his throat that had been cut by the explosive film and yelling. Thick and warm blood continued to flow from his fingers, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Because they were in the center of the explosion, many devil soldiers were blown up by the powerful shock wave, and their bodies were dripping with blood. There were blood-stained dirt scattered around them...

Those seriously injured Japanese soldiers twitched and moaned on the ground, blood was bubbling out, the gunpowder smoke was dissipating, and the smell of blood became stronger.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Da da da da da-"

The lying devils around were shooting crazily towards the surrounding darkness, the bullets whizzed into the darkness, and countless branches and dry grass were smashed and smashed, but the attackers had already fled away after throwing the grenade .

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The heavily wounded men who were brought back made the devil Nakasano Ichiro look ashen, and the enemy who attacked them was as slippery as a loach, and escaped into the darkness again.

The pitch-black night became the best cover for the attackers, and those ghost soldiers marching in the dark with torches and flashlights were living targets.

Hiding in the dark, Yang Ling and the others had a natural advantage. Ichiro Ono also realized that if they marched, what dangers awaited them ahead, which he couldn't predict.

Although the sporadic casualties are nothing compared to their thousands of troops, the attackers hide in the dark and continue to attack, which makes everyone tense, because they don't know when the attack will come, and they don't know what to do next. Whether one is himself or not, every soldier becomes a frightened bird.

Although their troops were elite, after several days and nights of bloody battles in Minshan, even Iron Man couldn't stand it anymore, and every soldier was extremely exhausted at the moment.

If we still have to maintain a high level of vigilance and keep on fear, even if we withdraw to Ruichang, I am afraid that there will be very little combat power left, so we will not be able to face the danger that may arise at any time.

Now they have no way to deal with the enemies hiding in the dark, the only thing they can do is camp on the spot, build a tight defense, don't give the attackers a chance, recharge their batteries, and last until dawn.

Because Ichiro Ono was constantly being attacked, he asked the troops to camp in place and continue marching until dawn, and the suggestion was quickly sent to Masao Maruyama, head of the brigade.

"It's just a sporadic attack, don't make a fuss, tell Ono-san to step up his guard and continue marching."

Masao Maruyama, head of the brigade, rejected Lieutenant Sato Onoichiro's suggestion without the slightest thought. Compared with the sporadic attacks ahead, what he is most worried about now is the 74th Army chasing after them.

If Yang Ling and the others who attacked their marching team in front were annoying flies, then the 74th Army who chased after them was a wolf with red eyes.

Now the ammunition reserves of their 6th Brigade had dropped to freezing point. In order to gather enough firepower for the Senyi Brigade in the rear to stop the pursuers, he even collected the remaining sporadic ammunition of the rest of the troops.