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

This group of devils had resisted in the grove for several hours without being gnawed down by the guerrillas, but now they were ambushed in the unobstructed wilderness, and they couldn't help them, and there were immediately casualties.

The first round of firepower wiped out most of the devils and puppet troops, and the remaining stragglers were also suppressed and unable to move on the ground.

"Brothers! Go!" With the yell of the deputy battalion commander Blacksmith, the surrounding darkness resounded with shouts of killing.

These remaining puppet soldiers and devils don't even have the slightest thought of resisting, the surroundings are in chaos, and they can only break out of the siege separately.

But after entering the ambush circle, it was not so easy to break out of the encirclement. They ran into the guerrilla officers and soldiers who rushed forward as soon as they ran a few steps.

Some devils were still holding a rifle with a bayonet and wanted to stab them. Li Dequan, a recruit, saw the devils rushing towards him screaming.

"boom!"

But when Li Dequan was about to come into contact with the devil, the devil's body swayed and fell to the ground after being shot, which made Li Dequan stunned.

"Your brain is kicked by a donkey. How can you fight a bayonet with a devil if you have bullets?" Liang Xiaoshan, the squad leader, ran over with a smoking pistol and taught Li Dequan a lesson.

"me......'

"Don't be dazed, clean up the remaining enemies first!"

As Liang Xiaoshan said, he rushed to the place where the fire was still being fought, Li Dequan also kicked the dead devil, and ran to follow.

Text 8 Chapter Nineteen Captured

The surviving devils and puppet soldiers were cleaned up by the guerrilla brothers like chopping melons and vegetables. The battle ended quickly, and the rain that had been raining all day stopped.

The ghosts and puppet soldiers of the Kameda Squadron fought for a day in the swampy field. Both their mental and physical strength were at their limits, and their morale and combat effectiveness continued to decline.

Now facing the ambush of the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had the superiority in force, they were finally beaten to pieces and turned into corpses lying on the ground.

The gunfire became sparse, and occasionally one or two fleeing devils fled to the distance, but more guerrilla officers and soldiers chased after them.

"Light up the torches! Search for remnants!"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers no longer needed to hide the casualties of the devils and puppet soldiers. Soon, the blazing torches lit up the night and made the cold wilderness a little warmer.

Under the light of the fire, in the wet field and in the farmland, the corpses of puppet soldiers and devil soldiers were lying here and there, all of them were covered in gunpowder smoke and blood, and they were all sloppy and unhuman.

Although the brothers were suffering from hunger and cold, they had won the battle after all. They cheered loudly and hugged each other to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The little devil wanted to destroy the guerrillas aggressively, but after only one day of fighting, the guerrilla officers and soldiers not only smashed the devil's encirclement and suppression, but also killed countless enemies. Such a victory made them jump up with excitement .

The fleeing devil stragglers were also brought back by the chasing brothers, but they were all corpses, and there were no survivors.

"Reporting group, the devils and the guards of the puppet army have been wiped out by us!"

Although Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, was not good at speaking, he was excited to report when he saw Yang Ling approaching surrounded by his brothers in the guard platoon.

Yang Ling smelled the pungent smell of blood in the air, and looked at the crumbling corpses of the devils and puppet soldiers, his tense face eased.

In the past, when their troops fought against the devils, they not only had backup, but also flank cover, and they didn't need to care about the supplies of various weapons and ammunition.

And this time was his first large-scale counterattack against the devils and puppet troops after he became the commander of the third guerrilla detachment. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

If they were defeated this time, not only would the small base they had just established be captured by the devils, but the people who supported them would suffer as well. He couldn't imagine the consequences.

Fortunately, the devils have been repelled now, and they have killed a lot of devils and seized a lot of weapons and ammunition. Although they also suffered losses, it can still be regarded as a big victory.

"Rescue the wounded, clean up the battlefield, I have ordered the logistics to cook hot meals for everyone, after everyone cleans up, eat and have a good rest!" Yang Ling's energetic voice rang out in the wilderness.

"Okay...ho..." The scarred guerrilla brothers cheered happily, and their hands moved neatly.

"Beard." Yang Ling saw that his brothers were cleaning the battlefield happily, and turned to greet Wang Huzi who was busy in the distance.

Wang Huzi rushed over and said happily, "Tuan Zuo, what are your orders?"

"Send a few brothers to Qinghe Town to check on the situation of Battalion Commander Wu and the others. It stands to reason that they should also withdraw."

Although the battle was won here, Yang Ling still cared about Wu Changqing and the others, worried that they would be bitten by the returning devils.

"Yes!" Wang Huzi answered, called a few brothers, and headed east to inquire about the news.

But what Yang Ling didn't know was that Wu Changqing and the others had not only completed the task of attracting the devils back for help, but also had set up an ambush by the devils on the way back, so they were delayed, and now they were rushing back.

Although the rain has stopped, the entire area is now a swamp, full of traces left by the battle, and many places have been trampled into mud.

Those farmlands damaged by the fighting will have to be repaired by then, otherwise it will be difficult for the people to grow crops in the next spring. These are the things Yang Ling needs to consider next.

"Tuan Zuo, what should I do if I caught a few devils and wounded soldiers, and they refused to surrender?" Just as Yang Ling was directing his brothers to clean up the battlefield, the staff officer Lei Xiong rushed over vigorously.

These devils and wounded soldiers were all injured when the blacksmith and the others ambush them. Although they were captured and captured, they kept struggling there, chattering and not knowing what to say.

Now Wang Dongming, who can speak Japanese, followed Wu Changqing and hasn't come back yet. Those students who are proficient in Japanese know some simple vocabulary, and communication is a problem. Yang Ling is also frowning.

"Are there any translators among the prisoners of the puppet army?" Yang Ling asked.

Staff officer Lei Xiong spread his hands and shrugged, "That unlucky ghost was shot in the head."

Yang Ling's gaze shifted to the disarmed devils. They were still staring fiercely at the guerrilla officers and soldiers guarding them. Someone even tried to snatch the gun, but was knocked to the ground by the butt of the gun.

Seeing that these devils had become captives and still couldn't let go of their arrogance, Yang Ling felt angry for no reason.

"Blacksmith, go and take care of them." Yang Ling called out to the blacksmith.

"Yes!" A stern look appeared on the blacksmith's face, he took a rolling saber from a guerrilla officer and soldier, and strode over.

A devil wounded soldier saw the blacksmith carrying the knife and walked over, and even tried to grab the knife. The blacksmith cursed and kicked him into the muddy water.

"Stop it!" the blacksmith pointed to the screaming devil and ordered.

Two guerrilla officers and soldiers dragged the devil out of the muddy water, knelt down in front of the blacksmith, and the blacksmith swung his rolling saber at his head and swung it down. With a click, the devil's head rolled and fell on the ground. into the muddy water.

A warm arrow of blood splashed onto the blacksmith's face, and under the light of the torch, the blacksmith with his face turned looked extraordinarily ferocious.

When the guerrilla officers and soldiers around saw the blacksmith looking at the devil with a knife, they all shuddered in their hearts and dared not look any more.

With a few knives, those little devils who were unwilling to surrender all turned into headless ghosts. The blacksmith handed the bloody saber to the brother next to him, as if nothing happened, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers couldn't help but fear him even more. A few points.

"Sir...sir, isn't this too cruel..." Staff Officer Lei Xiong shrank his head and said with some fear.

Yang Ling shook his head and said, "We don't need to show mercy to animals. If you don't surrender, you are the enemy. Don't you want to be a Bodhisattva for the enemy?"

Lei Xiong heard the dissatisfaction in Yang Ling's words, and laughed dryly: "Then we must kill them all, and we can't leave future troubles."

"Okay, you go back and tell Vice Captain Zhang to prepare the meals, the brothers are also hungry." Yang Ling ordered Lei Xiong.

The brothers quickly cleaned up the battlefield. A squadron and a company of puppet troops serving as the devil's rear guard were all wiped out except for eleven puppet soldiers prisoners.