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

"Guerrilla warfare?" Zhang Liechen frowned. While he was still thinking, Yang Ling had strode towards the assembled team.

"All the wounded stay in Zhuangzi! The rest of the people all turn right and set off!"

Yang Ling and the others had already delayed a lot of time, and rushed out of Zhuangzi, preparing to fight the enemies who rushed outside.

Main text Chapter 727 Head-on blow

The rolling hills can't be seen at a glance, and the fields full of crops are distributed among the hills, and the growth is gratifying.

In the dense night, a group of puppet troops holding torches trotted along the path next to the crop field, their heavy breathing mixed with messy footsteps.

"Hurry up! Damn, hurry up, we can't let Zhang Liechen and the others run away!"

Zhang Laizi, the battalion commander of the puppet army, was sweating profusely from running, and the puppet army team was also running sparsely, and he was still yelling and urging.

Now Zhang Laizi, the puppet battalion commander, is very excited and very excited. There is nowhere to find him if he breaks through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

I thought that Zhang Liechen would run away this time, but who knew that he actually arrived at Xiaowangzhuang, so no wonder I was so cruel.

After receiving the report from the Liu family in Xiaowangzhuang, he immediately gathered all the puppet troops of the four companies that had dispersed to search, and then went straight to Xiaowangzhuang.

However, Zhang Laizi, the puppet battalion commander, also kept a mind in mind, that is, he did not tell the ghost captain Kasai Sadao who was in Qinghe Town at the moment about the news that Zhang Liechen and the others had broken through the siege and settled down in Xiaowangzhuang, and wanted to monopolize the credit.

Having wiped out Zhang Liechen and the others, and when he returned to the county seat, he still thought that he, the battalion commander, could move up a bit.

The puppet soldiers are hungry and tired now, their legs feel like lead, but Zhang Manzi has already increased the reward for catching Zhang Liechen to [-] oceans, for the ocean, they are also desperate.

Fortunately, the distance to Xiaowangzhuang is very close. The puppet battalion commander Zhang Laizi is now praying in his heart that the Liu family must keep them safe, otherwise the bamboo basket will be empty.

"Run, I can't run anymore..."

Liu Er who came out to report the letter was equivalent to running back and forth, how could his small body, which is usually pampered, bear it.

"Take him away!"

Zhang Laizi looked at Liu Er who couldn't run, and waved to the two puppet soldiers.

When Zhang Laizi and the others hurried towards Xiaowangzhuang, Yang Ling and the others had already stopped on a slightly higher hill outside Xiaowangzhuang, ready to set up an ambush here.

The brothers brought by Yang Ling and the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment totaled more than 400 people, and they were all lying on the hills about 200 meters away from the road.

"Give the bullets to the brothers in the guerrilla detachment evenly..."

Yang Ling gave instructions in a low voice while observing the movement in the east.

Yang Ling wanted to fight this puppet army on a temporary basis. First, he wanted to revive the morale of the guerrilla officers and soldiers. Second, he wanted to establish his prestige in the detachment by winning a battle. After all, he was new here and wanted to get their approval quickly. What could be easier and quicker than fighting a winning battle.

What's more, they are in the dark now, neither the puppet army nor the devils know that such a trained army of theirs has arrived in Qinghe Town, just in time to deal a severe blow to the paralyzed enemy.

"blacksmith--"

"Have!"

Yang Ling ordered: "Move the machine guns ten meters forward, and explain to them the range of each machine gun's blockade, so as to strive for the first round of strikes to inflict maximum damage on the enemy."

"Yes!"

Yang Ling and the others didn't bring many machine guns this time, only six Czech-style light machine guns. After all, supplies in the war zone behind enemy lines were tight, so they took special care of them. Machine guns are their only heavy firepower now.

However, the machine gunners who followed Yang Ling and the others were all veterans brought over from the 74th Army, so he wasn't worried that they wouldn't be able to use their machine guns to suppress the enemy.

The brothers of the six machine gun teams moved forward one after another under the blacksmith's whispered order, and built a crossfire point. Then they quickly took out their shovels and dug the machine gun trenches on the spot. obstacle.

The brothers are very proficient in this, after all, they are regular training, and everything is in an orderly manner.

Yang Ling and his brothers with rifles were also digging foxholes to hide on the spot. The officers and soldiers who saw the guerrillas were also stunned. They had no tools and could only search for some guns on the spot. Stones and pits lay down.

Nearly [-] brothers lay down on the ground along the height of the hill. The humidity at night was very heavy, and mosquito bites made the brothers' skin exposed outside their sleeves red and swollen.

"I'm coming!"

Soon there was a warning whistle that was released, and the cat sprinted back from the darkness where it was originally.

When Yang Ling and the others arrived at Xiaowangzhuang, Liang Xiaoshan, the squad leader of the guerrilla detachment, took the shortcut and waded across the river, while the puppet soldiers came from the upstream bridge, so they had to detour for a few miles.

"Ready to fight!"

He could vaguely see the torch shaking in the darkness where he was, and the brothers passed on Yang Ling's order one by one.

Yang Ling and the others were veterans who had fought many battles. Although they saw the team approaching with torches, they were not nervous.

The quality of the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment is mixed. Seeing so many puppet troops coming, thinking of the fierce appearance of the puppet soldiers during the day, I still feel a little apprehensive. Look left and right, and I have already begun to plan for myself. It's time to retreat. Once the form is wrong, it's more important to escape.

Yang Ling didn't expect that these good and bad guerrilla detachment officers and soldiers could play a big role. The purpose of letting them come to watch the battle was more important than fighting. It just wanted to let them know that the enemy is actually not scary and help them regain their confidence.

The puppet army's team was very long, each with their guns slung over their shoulders, they ran in a mess, and they didn't notice Yang Ling and the others who were hiding in ambush by the roadside.

Yang Ling loaded his shell gun full of bullets and put it back in the holster around his waist as a spare, then grabbed the slightly heavy [-] rifle and put it in front of him, and set it on fire.

"beat!"

Seeing that most of the puppet troops had reached the surrounding area, Yang Ling decisively gave the order to fire.

"Bang bang bang-"

The muffled gunfire broke the silence of the night, and the howling bullets dragged the fiery jet out of the muzzle and crashed into the unsuspecting puppet army.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

In the face of this sudden attack, blood spattered, and the puppet soldiers who were running out of breath immediately fell down a large area with wailing.

"There is an ambush!"

"Ambush in the middle!"

When the puppet soldiers encountered this sudden attack, they were also panicked, and there was a sudden chaos. Some fired back with guns, and some ran into the crop fields beside the road...

"Da da da--"

But Yang Ling and the others wouldn't give the puppet army too many chances, and the six machine guns fired one after another. A string of flames spewed out from the muzzle, and the scarlet bullets swept towards the panicked puppet army.

The puppet soldiers who were running and shouting were ravaged by the windy bullets, the sound of bullets hitting their bodies kept ringing, the scarlet blood was soaring, and those who raised their guns to fight back were beaten into blood sieves.

The torch fell to the ground and ignited the weeds beside the road, and the flames ran wildly. Under the light of the fire, the puppet army was killed and wounded everywhere, and the ground was bright red.

"Damn it, machine gun, machine gun fire!"