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

Compared with the good and bad guerrilla troops, the guerrilla corps under Yang Ling's command has gone through at least a week of devil training, and the strict military discipline has been soaked to the bone.

Although the recruits had heard of many failed ambush cases and were shivering from the cold, none of them dared to move. Even if they were frozen to death, they could only lie on the spot.

Once the military discipline is violated, in the guerrilla corps that is prohibited by the order, the battlefield discipline may be enforced before leaving the battlefield.

The guerrilla corps has both a tender side and a ruthless side at the same time, because this is the army, and sometimes it must use severe measures to ensure the safety of the lives of most brothers.

"Here, someone is coming."

The observation sentinel hidden in a tree noticed smoke and dust billowing on the road in the distance, and after warning, he slid down from the tree like an ape and quickly hid himself.

There was a slight commotion in the wilderness, except for the howling cold wind and the stream flowing not far away, the wilderness soon returned to calm.

The brothers camouflaged well, the shallow foxholes just made their bodies level with the horizon, and their bodies were covered with floating soil and weeds. From a distance, this was just a wilderness full of weeds.

The enemy never expected that the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas would ambush them in such an unobstructed and flat area, but the guerrillas just hit by surprise.

In the binoculars set up by Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander, more than a dozen puppet cavalrymen wearing big-brimmed hats were galloping along the road.

The dozen or so puppet cavalrymen were scouts who came forward. They were all wearing khaki cotton clothes, their faces were blue and blue from the cold, and they kept beating the horses.

Smoke and dust billowed behind these cavalry, while the puppet army of the brigade was running forward, and a large banner marked with the fifth brigade and third battalion of the Security Army was being swept by the cold wind.

The enemy that appeared was a battalion of the puppet army, with at least five or six hundred people, and the weapons and equipment were very messy. This is what Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander, observed through the telescope.

Although they only have one company, they are equipped with all-day equipment, and the machine gun company temporarily transferred them a heavy machine gun and three light machine guns. There are thirteen.

In addition, there are several grenadier teams and half-baked sniper teams, and they are lurking very densely. By narrowing the shooting area, the effect of increasing the density of firepower is achieved.

They have such good equipment, if they are told, no one will believe that they are guerrillas, but in fact, they are a guerrilla force that has been killed from the flames of war.

"Let the vanguard pass and attack the rear." Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Jinhu, the commander of the ambush position, put down his binoculars and gave an order.

The orders were alternately passed on in the lowered voices of the lurking brothers. The brothers were like a part of the earth, well concealed.

The cavalry reconnaissance team of the puppet army only glanced at the field and then galloped towards the reeds in front. They felt that the reeds were more dangerous.

The process of ambush is also a process of fighting wits and courage with the Japanese and puppet troops, but this is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.

The reconnaissance cavalry squad of the puppet army rode past, and the mighty puppet soldiers came in a crowd, breathing white air from their noses and mouths in the covered dust.

"Damn, these guerrillas are more fucking tenacious than weeds. They just finished cutting a stubble, and there are so many of them."

"Isn't it? We killed so many people a few days ago, how come another one got out and entered Gaoyou, it's so fucking evil."

"Could it be that the monkey grandson jumped out of the rock, and it is an immortal body. Now the ones who invaded the city are the corpses of those we killed earlier?"

Saying this early in the morning still makes many puppet soldiers feel chills down their spines. After all, they are all Chinese, and they have been in awe of ghosts and gods since ancient times.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will jump on you and throw it to feed the wild dogs!"

A triangular-eyed officer riding a horse galloped past, raised his hand and whipped down the puppet soldier who was talking.

This horsewhip had whipped many captured guerrillas, and the horsewhip was soaked in blood and turned dark red. The puppet soldier immediately had a streak of blood drawn on his face, screaming in pain.

Although screaming in pain, the puppet soldier quickly restrained himself, because if he kept screaming, his life might be gone.

"Hurry up, Lao Tzu, and shoot all the ten left behind!" The triangular-eyed officer's face was full of flesh and blood, and there was a frightening and fierce light.

Facing the officer on horseback, the puppet soldiers who marched in a hurry in the early morning were all as quiet as a cicada, with fear on their faces, and accelerated their marching pace.

They don't want to fall into the hands of this ruthless officer. Those guerrillas who were nailed to the tree last night will end up. Thinking of this, I can't help but shudder.

Text Chapter 929 Crossfire

The puppet soldiers who breathed white breath marched hurriedly against the cold wind, their hands were frozen stiff, and the officers continued to swear and scold them in their ears.

The pace slowed down a little, and immediately the dark red whips of the officers on the horses came down with a cracking sound.

As long as the whip is hit heavily, the skin and flesh will immediately become red and swollen. No one wants to suffer, so they all try their best to stand up.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

There was a burst of violent dog barking, and several wolfdogs in the puppet army that were performing hunting missions suddenly seemed to have gone mad, broke free from the reins, and rushed towards the field beside the road.

The puppet army officer with triangular eyes also reined in his horse and looked in the direction of the wolf dog. His pupils shrank when he saw the unusual weeds in the seemingly peaceful field.

When he heard the dog barking, Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander of the guerrilla team who was in charge of commanding the ambush, yelled inwardly. Seeing many puppet soldiers looking over, he wished to chop up these beasts.

They had done every detail of the ambush, but they didn't expect that these puppet soldiers would bring wolf dogs. These wolf dogs trained by devils were extremely ferocious and had a very sensitive sense of smell. They could detect the guerrilla officers and soldiers ambushing in the wild.

Now only a few dozen of the puppet army of about 500 people walked on the wooden bridge over the creek, and most of them stayed on the side of the creek.

Liu Jinhu and the others originally wanted to attack when the puppet army was on the wooden bridge. Explosive packs had already been installed under the bridge, but now a sudden change forced them to launch ahead of time.

"Fire!"

When Liu Jinhu saw the wolf dog yelling and rushing towards the field, he put the gun out of the foxhole without hesitation, set it up and pointed it in the direction of the puppet army and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da......"

More than a dozen scattered machine guns were set up one after another, and the bullets enveloped the puppet army like a wind.

"There is an ambush!"

The puppet battalion commander on horseback just yelled and pulled out the pistol at his waist, and the bullets swished past his head.

"Ah!"

The puppet soldiers who were too late to pick up their guns were like ripe wheat, and were knocked down by the dense rain of bullets, and blood sprayed.

The puppet battalion commander wanted to stretch the horse to keep the distance, but following the sad cry of the sitting black horse, the puff bullets hit the horse's huge body with several blood holes.

The puppet battalion commander was thrown heavily by the overturned horse. If he hadn't rolled a few times with his agility, he would have broken his leg in this heavy fall.

"Pooh!"

The triangular-eyed puppet battalion commander who fell to the ground turned his head and spat out the bullets, sweeping away the mud splashed into his mouth, rolled behind a corpse, and grabbed the dead puppet soldier's rifle into his hand.

"Damn it, call me!"

The disgraced puppet battalion commander's face was livid with anger at the moment, and no one would believe him when he said that he was ambushed in broad daylight in the open field.

These puppet soldiers have been in the army for a year and a half. During this period, they encircled and suppressed the guerrillas many times, and they were strictly trained by the military advisers sent by the devils. Their reaction speed was very fast.

After encountering the initial attack, they did not collapse at one touch like the mob, but quickly picked up their guns and organized an effective counterattack on the spot.

"Boom!"