On the noisy battlefield, bullets whizzed and flew around, causing dead branches and leaves to fly everywhere, and smoking grenades were not to be outdone, rumbling and raising countless mud and mist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the defeated soldiers led by Yang Ling were caught off guard by the devils, the devils reacted too quickly, and as soon as the gun rang out, the devil soldiers immediately lay down and began to fight back.

Although the defeated soldiers are all veterans who have fought fiercely on the battlefield of Songhu and have experience in fighting with devils, their military literacy is too poor, and the experience of fighting is just that they don't pee their pants when they hear the sound of gunshots like new recruits.

Speaking of their marksmanship, they really didn't dare to compliment, only heard the sound of gunshots, crackling bullets flying around very lively, but I didn't see people hitting, but the devil's side began to shoot one by one, but occupied a slight advantage.

Although the defeated soldiers are terrible in marksmanship, but they can crawl out of the pile of dead people, and naturally they also have the means to save their lives, although they can't kill the devils, but they are obscenely hidden behind the ridges and ditches, and the devils have no way to take them for a while, which makes Yang Ling feel a lot more relieved.

"Aim and shoot, don't waste bullets!"

Yang Ling saw the head of the rout soldier next to him lying in the ditch, although he was constantly shooting, but he didn't raise his head, let alone aiming, who knew where the bullet went, he was so angry that his nose was crooked, this is purely a waste of bullets.

Hearing Yang Ling's scolding, the rout cringed his head out, and a few swishing bullets flew over, causing mud and mist to splash along the edge of the ditch, and he was so frightened that he retracted his head again, and began to pull the trigger to release the empty gun, Yang Ling was also helpless, thinking that when the battle stabilized, he must train these guys well, otherwise no matter how many bullets they wasted, they would not be enough to waste.

Yang Ling did not command the rout to charge, in the face of the devil's bullet rain charge is to find death, although he is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to sacrifice the rout soldiers in vain, this deal is not cost-effective, so just consume the shooting, wait for the two wings of the outflanked team to be in place and launch an attack.

The devil's idea is similar to Yang Ling's, more than 100 of them were beaten by a surprise attack and lost one-third, and more than a dozen were injured, and the remaining strength was no longer enough to support them to launch an attack, so they defended on the spot, delaying time and waiting for reinforcements.

As soon as the gunshots rang out here, the nearby friendly troops would definitely swarm in, and none of the troops on the opposite side would be able to escape, and the devil commander thought about it clearly, he had already dragged this branch of the army, and the credit was indispensable to his own share at that time, so there was no need to risk launching an attack, there was only one word, then drag it at will.

Yang Ling and the devil commander each have their own little abacus, both sides are obscene and concealed shooting, no one can help anyone, Yang Ling is waiting for the outflanked team to attack, and the devil soldiers are waiting for friendly support, so the two sides invariably launched a confrontation on this field.

Yang Ling saw that the devil soldiers neither attacked nor retreated, and he had already guessed their thoughts in his heart, but a sneer flashed on his face, and when the teams on both wings were in place, it would be your death.

He unhurriedly pressed the bullet into the 38 rifle, looked at the company commander Wu Jiang who was shooting steadily next to him and said with a smile: "Old Wu, it's rare to have a chance today, how about let's compare marksmanship?" ”

Company commander Wu Jiang's marksmanship is good, they fought side by side in the same trench when they were in Fuzaobang, Shanghai, and now Yang Ling has the idea of competing.

Wu Jiang still didn't have the slightest expression on his unsmiling face, he just nodded and agreed.

On the battlefield where bullets were flying, Yang Ling and Wu Jiang were not the slightest nervous, but they had to test their marksmanship, and the relaxed expressions of their two commanders affected the mentality of the defeated soldiers to a certain extent, and the originally suppressed tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Yang Lingqi pushed the bullet to load, carefully poked his head out of the ditch, and his eyes extended outward along the rifle, through the open area of more than three hundred meters, until he stopped at a devil machine gunner, who shook the muzzle of the gun and took aim.

Bang!

A puff of green smoke came out of the muzzle, Yang Ling smelled a faint smell of gunpowder, and the devil machine gunner in the distance suddenly fell to the ground with his head tilted, and the devil machine gun that had been roaring was also dumb.

The devil's assistant shooter immediately moved away from the dead machine gunner, pulled the trigger again, and the dumb devil machine gun began to shoot again, puffing all the way to the smoke and dust, and the trajectory extended towards Yang Ling's side, so frightened that he hurriedly rolled sideways and changed positions.

At this moment, Wu Jiang's gun also rang out, and the devil's deputy shooter was shot in the head before he finished firing a magazine, and his body slid into the ditch next to him, and the machine gun was once again dumb.

Another devil radiator took over the machine gun, this time he learned smartly, and immediately shifted the position with the machine gun, so that Yang Ling, who was aiming, sighed, and the muzzle of the gun turned to a ghost soldier.

As soon as the devil soldier finished firing a shot, he was about to change positions, Yang Ling's gun rang out, Yang Ling aimed at the devil's head, but because the devil soldier moved, he hit his arm, and the impact of the bullet made the moving devil tumble to the ground, holding his arm and screaming.

But the screaming only lasted for a few seconds before it came to an abrupt end, the screaming devil twitched twice and did not move, Yang Ling saw that such a devil's temple burst out of a cloud of blood mist, this is Wu Jiang's masterpiece, he turned sideways and gave Wu Jiang a thumbs up.

Although Yang Ling and Wu Jiang occasionally missed, they shot more than ten devils in a row, which immediately attracted the attention of the devil officer, he roared, and the other devil soldiers became more obscene, and changed the position with one shot, so that Yang Ling's several shots missed, and he was so angry that he scolded his mother in his heart.

Yang Ling led the soldiers to fight with the devil soldiers in the front, and it was very lively, and Yang Dashu and Liu Yidao, who were responsible for outflanking the wings, were also running wildly, in order to avoid the devils from finding out, they only arrived at their positions after five minutes of frontal fighting.

Yang Dashu panted and unfolded the bipod of a Type 96 light machine gun on a small dirt slope, and the routs who followed him also fell into the weeds one by one, pulling the bolt of the gun with a bang, aiming at the devil soldiers who were exposed to the muzzle.

"Hit!"

Yang Dashu roared, his shoulders were lowered on the butt of the gun, his fingers had already pulled the trigger, and a series of bullets spewed out along the muzzle of the machine gun, shooting towards the devils not far away, and immediately beat several ghost soldiers lying on the ground to blood splashes, and the injured and undead let out a miserable howl like killing pigs.

The attention of the devil soldiers has always been attracted by Yang Ling and them on the front, and the sudden attack on the flank suddenly made their heads a little confused, and they didn't expect that the Zhina army would actually learn their set, flanking and outflanking, with their understanding of the Zhina people, they prefer to carry the hard top on the front, and run if they can't beat it, and suddenly use the tactics of flanking and outflanking are not at all in line with common sense.

The devil soldiers were slightly panicked, and the devil lieutenant yelled at the squad to turn their guns to stabilize the situation, but the situation was not good for them, and the devil lieutenant had already had the intention of retreating.

Liu Yidao's luck was not good, he was in trouble when he flanked him, that is, a small river blocked his way, seeing that the river was not deep, this stunned young man directly ordered to swim across the river without saying a word, which was a pain for the defeated soldiers who followed him.

Although the river was not deep enough to drown people, the icy and biting water at that time made the intestines of the routs who jumped down regret it, and the cold that penetrated into their bones made them tremble, and Liu Yidao was even more frozen to the point that his teeth trembled.

When Liu Yidao, who was wet all over, appeared on the battlefield, it became the last straw that crushed the devil.

"Machine gun cover! Fall back! Fall back! ”

In order to avoid being encircled, Lieutenant Devil did not hesitate to give the order to retreat.

Liu Yidao was soaked and cold, and his face turned blue, and then he released a shot and the devil was about to run, he was willing, picked up the machete with the blade rolled up and stood up: "Damn it!" The devil is going to run! Brothers, rush me! After saying that, he rushed out first.

As the saying goes, it will be a soldier's courage, Liu Yidao's muddy head is not afraid of death, and the defeated soldiers led by him are also screaming with a machete, and they crashed straight into the remnants of the devil soldiers.

Liu Yidao led people close to the devil and the two sides started a scuffle, Yang Ling and they didn't dare to shoot for fear of accidental injury, so they had to get on the bayonet and rushed forward after it.