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

The combat team leader gave instructions to the other two recruits. They were a guerrilla team that led the new through the old. The team leader was a veteran. He would definitely use himself to lure the enemy in exchange for the lives of the two recruits.

In this plain and hilly area, the terrain is relatively flat. Although it is covered by rain and fog, once it is exposed, it is difficult to escape the pursuit of the devils.

"I'll go and lure them away!"

As soon as the veteran team leader's words fell, a recruit volunteered to grab his gun and rushed out.

Seeing the recruit rushing out, the veteran wanted to pull him back, but he didn't, because the recruit had the same idea, and he didn't want the two brothers who had been together day and night to die.

"You bastard!" Looking at the running recruits, the veteran team leader's eyes immediately turned red. He knew that he would lose a brother forever.

The machine guns of the devil's vanguard squad had already been set up, ready to conduct a fire reconnaissance on the mound, and there were two devil soldiers, one on the left and the other on the right, preparing to come over for reconnaissance.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who rushed out suddenly startled the little devil, and subconsciously pulled the bolt to shoot.

"Da da da......"

The devil's machine gunner also turned his gun in time, and the bullet chased the running brother and hit him.

But this brother was running sideways. Although the ghost soldiers reacted quickly, the bullets missed one after another, making them scream in anger.

"Baga! Catch him!"

Seeing that there was only one guerrilla officer and soldier, the leader of the Devil's Pioneer Soldier immediately waved his hand, and the Devil's Pioneer Soldiers immediately surrounded him.

"go!"

Glancing at the brothers who were running wildly amidst the howling bullets, the veteran team leader couldn't help but burst into tears, but they were covered by the rain, and he rushed out with another recruit in the opposite direction.

The Devil's machine gun had already fired a burst of bullets, and the riflemen hadn't had time to reload the bullets, which bought the other two guerrilla brothers some time to escape.

"Get down!"

After running for more than 20 meters, the veteran pushed the recruit to the ground, and the howling bullets flew out of their heads.

The veteran flipped over and pulled the breech breech, and a shot was fired at the back. The devils were so frightened that they subconsciously dodged, but he took the opportunity to drag the recruits to get up and run again.

On the other side, the recruit who attracted the devil did not run a distance of 100 meters, and the bullet pierced his body, but he just fell down, panting violently.

Looking at the bloody hole in his chest, his face showed discoloration, and he pulled out the only remaining grenade and held it tightly in his hand.

He didn't know if the wet grenade would still go off, but it was the last he could do.

Chapter 8 of the main body

In the boundless countryside, the rain and fog made the vision hazy. Although the devil soldiers were wearing raincoats, they still had to lie down on the wet and muddy ground from time to time during the battle.

The cold mud soaked their military uniforms, making them icy cold, and their pale lips trembled in the pain of the cold.

But they didn't dare to stand up casually, because the snipers of the guerrilla troops who wandered like ghosts in the countryside would kill them with cold shots.

The little devil had a high fighting spirit at the beginning, and he was confident that he would win this time when he went out to wipe out the guerrillas. After all, the guerrillas would run away every time they saw them in the past.

But this time they encountered unprecedented tenacious resistance. The muddy road was cut into pieces, and the white water flow filled the gap, so they had to abandon their cars and march on foot.

The muddy roads and ubiquitous traps made it extremely difficult for the guerrilla officers and soldiers to take every step forward.

They had already exhausted enough of their physical strength in the tough battle in the morning, and now fighting in such a quagmire, they seemed more and more powerless.

The situation of the puppet army is even worse. The devil soldiers can be replaced in batches to rest, but they have to stand at the front and fight with the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

The guerrillas sometimes scattered and sometimes concentrated made these puppet soldiers extremely uncomfortable, and moved forward tremblingly, for fear that a sudden cold shot would kill them.

The sharp increase in casualties and the harsh combat environment have caused the morale of the devils and puppet troops to decline rapidly. Although they are still advancing, they have already seemed powerless.

Yang Ling and the others have long been familiar with the devil's rigid tactics, knowing that they like to break through from the center while outflanking the two wings.

In fact, the guerrilla officers and soldiers had already set up ambush circles on the two wings. When the devil soldiers were excitedly preparing to outflank the flanks, they were greeted only by a hail of bullets.

After repeated heavy casualties several times, the devil commander Kuroda Ichiro had completely abandoned the tactics of outflanking the two wings and concentrated his forces to advance from the front.

However, the attacks by guerrilla officers and soldiers from the flanks still annoyed them. Although there were only a few casualties each time, the frequency of attacks was surprisingly high, almost once every few minutes.

Don't guerrillas need to rest and replenish their strength?This is Kuroda Ichiro's question.

In fact, the brothers of the first guerrilla battalion and the guard platoon who were responsible for the frontal attack formed countless combat groups, and they did not fight all the time.

Even if they were iron men, they couldn't sustain such a high-intensity battle that lasted for several hours, so they took turns to fight against the little devil.

The Japanese troops led by Kuroda Ichiro did not have heavy weapons such as howitzers, nor did they have the cover of aircraft, and the muddy roads slowed down their offensive pace.

Facing an enemy of such strength, they just became the sharpening stones for the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas. After a whole morning of fighting, the recruits in the guerrillas have gradually adapted to the rhythm of the battle.

When they exchanged fire with the little devils for the first time, the newly recruited brothers of these guerrillas were so nervous that they even shot at the devils, and they often couldn't help but shoot before they got the order.

But now they can aim and shoot calmly, and the accuracy of shooting is gradually improving, and the battle is making them grow rapidly.

"boom!"

The gun flames were particularly conspicuous in such rainy and foggy weather. A puppet soldier who was bowing forward to search fell to the ground in response, and fell heavily in the ditch filled with rainwater, splashing a large snow-white spray.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Da da da......"

The devils and puppet soldiers who were advancing in a coordinated search fell subconsciously to the ground the moment they heard the gunshots, and began to fire back in the direction of the attackers.

The swishing bullets covered the small area like raindrops, causing mud to splash and bounce. A gray figure was dodging left and right under the bullets.

He was very skillful in dodging bullets. He was obviously a seasoned veteran, and the search team's counterattacks all failed.

"Damn it, run away again!"

Seeing the guerrillas who attacked them disappear in the hazy rain and fog, some puppet soldiers stood up cursingly, retracting their guns, and kicked the mound full of mud.

The rest of the puppet army and devils looked around tremblingly, worried that there would be other lurkers in ambush.

They didn't dare to pursue it, because they didn't know if there was an ambush in the rain and fog they couldn't see. The previous two search teams of pioneers recklessly chased it out.

But when they went up for reinforcements, the members of the two vanguard detachments had turned into corpses lying dead in the muddy water, with blood holes all over their bodies, which made people shudder.

The two puppet soldiers struggled to pull up the companion who had fallen into the ditch, let him lie on his back, checked and announced in pain: "Dead..."

This is already how many companions they have died in battle?Tenth or No.20?They can't remember clearly now, anyway, every time one dies, new people will be added to their search team.

"Bring a stretcher here, another one died!" The puppet squad leader of the joint vanguard search team of the devil and the puppet army waved vigorously to the distance.

Not far behind them, two other troops crashed behind them, ready to support at any time.