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

When he was called, the devil carefully took out a wrapped biscuit, broke it in half, and handed half over.

"Thank you, Kuroda-san." The devil took the biscuit, stuffed it into his mouth, and started to chew.

Lying in such cold and damp grass is indeed a torment, especially after two days of ambush without attacking the target, this state makes the devil almost go crazy.

They are already praying in their hearts that a few guerrilla officers and soldiers will appear soon to let them shoot and kill them, so that they can return to hand in the task.

But what they didn't know was that the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas had already detoured behind them overnight, and opened a big net to wait for them.

It has to be said that these ghost soldiers have a high level of combat quality. Although it is the first time to perform such a mission, they can be considered very patient if they can lie in ambush in one place for two days.

But patience alone is not enough. Facing the hungry stomach, their physical strength is rapidly losing, and their attention is becoming less and less concentrated.

"Hold on until noon. If no guerrillas appear, we will retreat."

Facing the dead and silent wilderness, the devil army leader who led the team had to consider retreating and go back to replenish food.

After all, after waiting so hard, I am afraid that they will starve to death before the guerrillas come over.

Compared with the ghost soldiers with amazing endurance, those puppet army squads are far behind. Although they have also undergone strict training by devils, after all, the training time is short.

"Damn it, aren't these guerrillas scared away by us?"

"Who knows..."

Looking at the deserted path, the five puppet soldiers who were ambushing behind the low hill seemed a little impatient.

When they first infiltrated, they attacked a guerrilla combat team. Although it was a sneak attack, they only killed one of the opponent, and the other two ran away.

They wanted to wait and wait in ambush here to continue the attack, but the guerrillas were nowhere to be seen after waiting. As time went by, their patience was rapidly draining.

"Boss, what should we do?" A puppet soldier pushed his big-brimmed hat and asked a puppet squad leader in a low voice.

The squad leader of the puppet army also murmured in his heart. The guerrillas have been very active these days, attacking their patrols, checkpoints and artillery towers.

But as soon as they counterattacked, the guerrillas suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't figure out what the guerrillas were doing.

"Why don't we retreat first, the gunshots are gone, maybe the guerrillas have already been scared away, and we are still foolishly nesting here, starving and freezing."

Seeing that the squad leader of the puppet army did not speak, a puppet soldier who was hungry and dizzy suggested.

After thinking about it for a while, the squad leader of the puppet army agreed to retreat: "Okay, let's retreat, and take the body of the guerrilla who was killed. It's not a waste of time for us to take it back for business."

When the infiltration combat teams of the devils everywhere were still starving and lurking, ready to shoot and kill the active guerrillas, most of the puppet army teams could no longer stand the hunger and began to retreat to go back to replenish food.

But these retreating puppet troops did not know that on the way they retreated, the guerrilla officers and soldiers led by Yang Ling were polishing their bayonets, waiting for them.

"Someone is coming, ready to fight!"

In a forest full of fallen leaves, the guerrilla company commander Wang Huzi, who was covered in dead leaves, heard the movement outside, and waved his hands in a low voice to the back.

Yang Ling scattered the guerrillas of the two combat companies to ambush near the roads and small roads leading to Qinghe Town, just to catch these puppet soldiers by surprise.

Wang Huzi's company is in charge of several nearby trails and two small streams, and will deal with them on the spot once the devils and puppet troops return and pass.

Not long after Wang Huzi's words fell, a puppet soldier wearing a big-brimmed hat cautiously walked into the forest with a gun in his hand. He was the vanguard of the puppet army.

"Safety!"

The puppet soldier was very vigilant, he squatted and looked around for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, he stood up and waved to the outside of the woods.

Soon, three more puppet soldiers entered the forest with their guns in hand. This was a combat group. They attempted to go through the forest and take a small path back to Qinghe Town.

These puppet troops selected to carry out the missions are all elites. They have been strictly trained by the devils' advisers. Although they are not as good as the little devils, they are much more vicious than ordinary puppet troops, exuding a sturdy aura.

Seeing these puppet soldiers wearing big-brimmed hats walking into the forest one after the other, the guerrilla officers and soldiers ambushing in this forest gritted their teeth in hatred. They wanted to kill these traitors and scum.

"Brother, we don't need to be so careful. The guerrillas ran away long ago and disappeared. Why don't we take the road, we have to go back through the woods." A puppet soldier complained in a low voice while walking.

"What do you know, be careful when sailing for thousands of years, who knows if there are guerrillas ambushing near the road, those guerrillas are very powerful." The leading puppet army replied while looking around.

"Little San, you go ahead and take a walk. This guerrilla team suddenly disappeared without a trace, and you can't even see a person. I always feel that something is wrong. Let's not capsize in the gutter."

"Yes!"

The lean soldier of the puppet army who received the order responded, and he pushed aside the treetops with his hands, ready to go ahead to investigate.

But he didn't notice his feet, a big hand suddenly protruded from the dead leaves of the branches, grabbed his ankle fiercely, pulled it off with great force, and his body couldn't help but rolled over on the ground.

"Oops!" Suddenly losing his center of gravity and falling to the ground, the puppet soldier immediately yelled.

The other puppet soldiers who were talking were also all attracted attention. Looking up, a person who jumped up suddenly was holding a sharp bayonet and piercing the throat of the fallen puppet soldier. It flew out.

"Damn it, there is an ambush!" The leading puppet army reacted the fastest, and hurriedly lowered their heads to pull the gun bolt.

But when the strong wind hit, before the gun bolt was pulled away, something hit him heavily on the head, his head felt dizzy, and his body swayed and fell to the ground.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"what!"

There was a scream, and in the sight of the fallen puppet army, several of his companions were screaming and being stabbed by knives, and the blades pulled out from their bodies were still dripping with blood.

……

Two minutes later, the woods became quiet again, but the blood stains on the dead leaves indicated that someone had just died here.

Text Chapter 762 Strangling

The smell of blood wafted through the countryside, where there were some cold and stiff corpses in the ditch and grass.

"His grandma's is a poor ghost, and he doesn't even have a piece of ocean."

A guerrilla felt the dead devil all over, but only found a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and couldn't help kicking his foot hard.

"Don't worry about it. Devils don't bring money when they come out to fight. It's not a market." Another brother who was half-squatting on guard turned his head and said with a smile.

"Okay, stop dawdling, take off your clothes, let's move out!"

The combat team leader squatted down and picked up the devil's blood-stained helmet.

"What are we doing stripping dead people's clothes? It's so unlucky." The ordered guerrillas complained reluctantly.

"What do you know, this is the order of Chief Yang, so it is of course useful."

Hearing that it was Yang Ling's order, the guerrilla thought it was the same. Yang Ling, the chief, is really not a random person, so his subordinates became quicker.

Soon, the three dead devil soldiers were stripped like naked white pigs and thrown into the grass. They disappeared quickly with three sets of devil uniforms.