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

If the guerrillas catch up, the puppet army will definitely exchange fire with them first, and this buys enough time for the devils to deploy defenses.

In fact, it is just a sentence, the puppet army is now being used as cannon fodder by the devil Shao Zuo Ichiro Kuroda.

When Zhang Laizi and the others were fighting the guerrillas just now, they fought against the guerrillas at the front, and more than 150 people were killed or injured. Now that they are staying as a rear guard, his face suddenly collapsed.

"Taijun, Taijun, my subordinates suffered heavy casualties, I..."

Before Zhang Laizi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the ghost commander Kuroda Ichiro with a wave: "Battle Commander Zhang, your loyalty is great. I trust you. After we retreat for half an hour, you will retreat again, understand?"

What the hell, Zhang Laizi is already cursing his mother in his heart, but facing the fierce Kuroda Ichiro, what can he do, he is also very helpless.

"Yes..." Zhang Laizi feebly agreed to stay as a guard.

Kuroda Ichiro nodded in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder and said, "For meritorious work, the reward will be great."

Kuroda Ichiro also knew that Zhang Laizi was probably 1 unwilling, so he promised benefits in time, which made Zhang Laizi's face look better.

Amidst the uproar, the devils and puppet troops were all assembled in the village, and the vanguard detachments cleared the way. The troops drove out of the village in a mighty way, got into the rain and fog, and went straight to the way they came.

But Zhang Laizi and the others watched the ghost soldiers disappear from sight, looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to their battalion commander Zhang Laizi.

"Battalion... Battalion Commander, do we really have to stop for half an hour before withdrawing?"

A puppet soldier looked at the perilous countryside, swallowed his saliva, and asked with some fear.

Zhang Laizi was already in a bad mood, raised his hand like a shudder, and cursed: "You are so short-sighted, are the guerrillas so easy to get along with? It's too much for you."

"Pack up your things for me, retreat in 10 minutes!" Zhang Laizi shouted.

"Yes!" The puppet soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Damn, there's no way I want to be cannon fodder, Zhang Laizi spat hard at the direction the devil left.

Body 8 Chapter [-] Pig Teammates!

Little "Report, the little devil is gone!"

The guerrilla brothers lurking in the countryside have been monitoring the little devil's movements. Yang Ling soon got the news that the little devil was going to retreat.

Hearing that the little devil had retreated, the tense faces of Wang Huzi and the others finally eased. If the devil was determined to move forward, a fierce battle would be inevitable.

And now that the devils have retreated, it means that the people in more than a dozen villages behind them are safe and the danger is eliminated.

"It must be Battalion Commander Wu and the others who succeeded, otherwise the devils would not have retreated so simply." Staff Officer Lei Xiong smiled rarely.

Ever since he heard the news that the little devil was going to wipe them out, he had been worried. After all, the fiasco of Qinghe Town last time was still vivid in his memory.

The devil's communication cavalry was fast, and the signal soldiers sent by Wu Changqing and the others were still on the way. Yang Ling was not sure if this was the devil's trick to lure the enemy, or if they really retreated.

"Tuan Zuo, we can't let the little devils just walk away like this, we must bleed them, and teach them a lesson." Wang Huzi played with the sharp bayonet in his hand, and made some ferocious suggestions.

His [-]st Guerrilla Battalion had been fighting devils and devils going around for a long time, and the casualties were not small, so he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart.

"That's right, Officer Yang, let's pursue!" Staff Officer Lei Xiong also chimed in.

At this moment, Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander in a coir raincoat, walked into the tent while wringing the water from his clothes.

Blacksmith Hui reported: "Tuan Zuo, those puppet soldiers are at the rear, the devils have already run away."

After Yang Ling thought for a moment, he gave the order to pursue: "Order the first guerrilla battalion, and the guard platoon will give me full chase. Even if I can't wipe them all out, I have to bite off a few pieces of meat!"

"Yes!" The officers in the tent agreed loudly.

Soon the officers came out in a single file, calling loudly to gather their brothers and preparing for the pursuit.

Now Yang Ling and the others still adhere to the same guerrilla warfare principle. The so-called enemy is tired and we fight, the enemy advances and we retreat, and the enemy retreats and we pursue...

Although the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were exhausted from the continuous fighting against the little devils in this countryside, they still had high fighting spirit when they heard that they were going to fight the little devils again.

Each guerrilla force was like a flying arrow, divided into countless arrows and swept away from behind in the direction of the devils' retreat.

These guerrilla officers and soldiers are used to scattered operations, so now they still use companies and platoons as units. Some go to stab the devils in the ass, and some go to outflank their way forward. Each has its own characteristics.

The commander Yang Ling only grasped the overall situation through the collected information. As for how to fight, it all depended on the free play of the guerrilla officers and soldiers. He acted as the shopkeeper.

If it was the past, Yang Ling would never have dared to do this. After all, the troops were used to obeying the orders of their commanders, and their thinking was still passive.

Once there is no commander's command, it is like losing the backbone, even if there is combat power, it will not be able to exert itself.

But guerrilla warfare is different. If it is still like this, you need to consult the commander for everything, and you need the commander's command, then how to capture the fighter and how to destroy the enemy.

Besides, the guerrillas were all small-scale scattered operations. Yang Ling couldn't lead the team out to harass every time, so he also intended to cultivate the command ability of the grassroots officers.

Now, after a period of harassment and fighting and tempering, a large number of grassroots guerrilla officers have grown up.

Although they can't stand alone, at least they can think proactively, judge whether the enemy is fighting or withdrawing, and their command has become more flexible.

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were like tigers out of the cage. Their figures quickly jumped across the field and went straight to the retreating devil troops.

Although the little devils anxiously wanted to return to Qinghe Town to help them, the road was impassable and the muddy countryside greatly hindered their marching speed.

The puppet army who stayed behind as a rear guard was not a good bird either. They did not follow the devil's order to block, but followed the devil shortly after retreating.

When the devil walked a few miles, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were chasing had already bit the devil's rearguard from behind.

"boom!"

The bullets howled through the rain, and a puppet soldier who was shivering from the cold stopped and fell down screaming.

The sound of the gunshot was like a reminder, causing the already frightened puppet army to explode and become confused.

"The guerrillas are coming! Run!"

I don't know who yelled that, and hundreds of puppet troops ran wildly.

"Don't run, damn don't run!"

Seeing that the troops suddenly became chaotic, Zhang Laizi, the battalion commander of the puppet army, was also furious and cursed, trying to gather the troops.

"Da da da......"

At this moment, a machine gun ballistic swept over from the back of the field ridge not far away, and it crashed into the chaotic puppet army directly, blood and flesh splattered for a while, screaming.

"My God, run!" Seeing the miserable condition of his subordinates, Zhang Manzi, the puppet battalion commander, screamed strangely, and also started to run wildly.

The puppet army is now like a frightened bird. They were frightened by the elusive guerrillas before, but now that the bullets behind them are whizzing, they still dare to stay there.

One by one ran away in embarrassment in the mud-filled farmland, only hating their parents for losing two legs.