It's pure nonsense to say that devils are not good at night battles, to be precise, the Japanese army is also very much advocating close combat and night fighting.

Especially after the invasion of China, the Japanese army could often fight more with less by virtue of its superior equipment and firepower, so a large number of anti-Japanese armed forces began to use night combat and close combat to deal with the Japanese army.

The devil began to train, advocating melee and night combat in the army.

Therefore, it is very stupid to think that the little devil will completely lose his combat effectiveness as soon as it gets dark.

Most of the time, after the sky was dark, the Japanese army ordered to stop the attack, just because it was too dark during the night battle, first, it was easy to hurt their own people, and second, it was difficult to find the fire strike point.

If it really comes to the point when it has to fight a night battle, the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army that can break out in a night battle should not be underestimated.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, not that there are really fewer stars, but because the moon is too round and bright, the brilliance of the other stars is obscured.

Under this bright moon, the night is like day.

To be honest, Han Feng led his team to fight an ambush battle on the nameless dirt slope, and it was best to choose the kind of night that was neither dark nor the night when the moon and stars shone the night like day.

Because the former can't see anything, it's difficult to even march, how can you fight without seeing the enemy?

The latter is because the night is like day, and the devil's vision is better, and if they want to take advantage of the cover of the night, wait until the Japanese army approaches, and then suddenly launch a melee attack, so that the superior firepower of the Japanese army is completely lost, it will become very difficult, and the Japanese army will be the first to discover it, and suffer a surprise attack, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, to fight this kind of night ambush warfare, it is best to choose the kind of night when the moonlight is not too bright, you can barely see, and you will not reach out for a black night.

As for tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and it is not particularly suitable for night battles.

The soldiers were crawling quietly, and the footsteps of the Japanese army echoed back and forth in this empty and dead mountain forest, Han Feng turned his head and noticed the expressions of Jiang Long and the others beside him.

Jiang Long's knuckles were a little white due to excessive pressure on the rifle in his hand, and in the already cold night, fine beads of sweat could be faintly seen on his forehead.

The basket kept swallowing its saliva, its throat moving up and down.

Liu Defa's eyes remained motionless in the direction from which the footsteps of the Japanese soldiers came.

All the soldiers with guns in their hands cheered up, tensed their nerves, and tightened the rifles in their hands, but no matter how Han Feng looked, their expressions seemed to reveal some fear.

It's probably because there are too many defeats, and I'm scared when I see the devil!

Don't look at Gua Wazi's impassioned words before going to the battlefield, the hands holding the gun are a little trembling at this time.

As for the soldiers who didn't even have guns and were holding hoes and shovels, they lay tightly on the ground, unable to see their expressions for the time being.

There was absolutely no one who moved, not a word, and some fighters wanted to cough, desperately covering their mouths and holding back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there was no Japanese coming from them, and it seemed that this group of devils was cautious enough, and when they were walking through the mountains and forests, even their footsteps were deliberately lightened, and the conversation stopped directly.

After a while, the footsteps got closer, and a light flickered over, which should be some military lights carried by the Japanese army, but this night was as bright as day, and it seemed that there was no need for lights.

Three or five devils were the first to emerge from the pass of the dirt slope, and the soldiers were shocked.

The devil is coming.

Everyone was waiting for Han Feng's order, but Han Feng didn't move, he knew that this was just the vanguard scout of this devil.

If these scouts were to be beaten, it would be a surprise.

Han Feng could only continue to wait patiently, he was also quite depressed, he had an absolute numerical advantage in this ambush battle, the right time and place and the right people to occupy everything, but the equipment at hand was too tattered, 56 broken guns, less than 300 bullets.

The ace of the night battle, the grenade, is not a single one.

Not to mention, if you have 20 grenades at hand, there is no suspense in this battle at all.

It's a pity that there is no if, the only thing this team can use to fight the devil is these 56 broken guns, plus the two box guns on the monk's waist, the Browning that Han Feng has in hand.

The devil scouts are searching everywhere, and they are not stupid, this dirt slope is the most vulnerable place to ambush, and the search is extremely careful.

The military folding lantern shone back and forth, and as the footsteps of the pioneers got closer and closer, they saw that they had already stepped into the ambush circle of Han Feng and his party.

Fortunately, this area is not small, and the Japanese army really did not expect that there would be an ambush here.

The two devils in the back have finished searching and are ready to return, only the devil in the lead is still holding the lamp and continuing the search.

The light of the lamp almost swept over the back of Henan Yan Lian Zhou, but fortunately, this guy was lying dead enough, and he didn't dare to gasp for a moment, like a stone, and his body was tied with leaves as a camouflage according to Han Feng's earlier order, and the Japanese soldier did not notice anything unusual, and after hearing his companion calling for himself, he went back.

The Japanese sentries left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Henan Yanke Lian Zhou, he was already sweating profusely and was almost about to collapse, this is a man who rubbed shoulders with death, and he was almost discovered.

Lucky!

Everything is going well.

Han Feng was prostrate somewhere on the dirt slope, his face was calm from beginning to end, the Japanese sentry left, which meant that this ambush battle was about to start smoothly, he continued to hold his patience and quietly waited for the time to come.

Soon, everything went on as usual, and the Japanese squad appeared from the pass not far away, and stepped neatly towards the ambush circle under the dirt slope.

Night is like day, when most of this Japanese squad stepped into the ambush circle, the soldiers crawling on both sides could even clearly see the cold faces under each military hat by the moonlight.

Every pore seemed to be constricted, if these warriors were cats, Han Feng would definitely be able to find that the warriors' eyes were all shrunk into pinholes, which was a kind of tension like a great enemy.

The dirt slope became more and more silent, and only the footsteps of the Japanese squad sounded, but the night was more and more solidified.

Han Feng quietly aimed his Browning gun at the Japanese squad leader in the lead.

Wait for the Japanese squad to completely step into the ambush circle...... Bang——, loud gunshots rang out suddenly, completely breaking the dead silence of the night.

The Japanese squad leader fell to the ground, and Han Feng roared at the same time:

Hit –

For a while, under this not very spacious dirt slope, there was a loud gunfire.

More than 300 routed soldiers, under the leadership of Han Feng, used the night to ambush the ambush of the Japanese squad, and the ambush battle officially kicked off......