When it was almost dawn, Yang Ling and his group of more than a dozen brothers carried the captured booty, and under the cover of darkness, ended the night's battle and returned to the position. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They were overwhelmed by heavy weapons and ammunition, and the brethren were bent over and panting, but their tired faces were filled with irrepressible joy.

Under the command of Yang Ling, more than a dozen of them tossed around the devil's camp all night, stirring up the devil's chickens and dogs, but the devil was helpless with them, looking at the devil's angry appearance, their mood was extremely comfortable.

They faced the little devils who were armed to the teeth, most of the time the battles were fierce, and even the death of the entire battalion and company was a frequent occurrence, and now only two people were slightly injured, and the devils cried wolf, how not to make them happy.

"Sir Yang, this battle is a good fight, my old cow hasn't fought such a painful battle for a long time."

Company Commander Niu Dagen was carrying two captured crooked light machine guns on his body, and the weight of dozens of catties made him a little panting when he spoke, but his admiration for Yang Ling was from the bottom of his heart.

Those Sichuan army brothers who followed Niu Dagen were also full of admiration for Yang Ling, being a soldier and fighting was not a child's play, and most of them needed to work hard when fighting.

If you encounter a straw bale chief who is greedy for life and afraid of death, it will not only defeat the battle, but will cause many brothers to lose their lives in vain.

Therefore, in order to survive, most of the time the brothers in many troops are not focused on fighting, but always pay attention to their superiors, and are always ready to run away for their lives.

The key is that their straw bale commanders are not competitive many times, and nine times out of ten they will run away without authorization in order to survive, and the troops are like a plate of scattered sand, often collapsing at the touch of a strong enemy, which is why they have been defeating the battle.

However, there is no such situation in Yang Ling's troops, most of the officers at all levels are from military academies, and they have noble feelings of protecting their families and defending the country, and they often take the lead in battles, and under their leadership, the troops also howl like tigers and wolves.

Although they often suffer heavy losses in the face of small devils with crushing advantages, this spirit of daring to fight and dare to fight, no matter how many stubbles the soldiers of the unit have changed, has never been worn out, but has become more and more intense.

It is precisely because of this that when they face the little devils, they can defend and attack without their lives, often beating the little devils and winning the title of hard bones, so that the little devils are afraid when they see them, and they dare not have the slightest carelessness.

What Yang Ling didn't know was that Niu Dagen still had some concerns when they reinforced the Golden Dragon Terrier position, and they were also ready to evacuate at any time.

They are not afraid of death, but what they are most worried about is an unexplained death, but they went out to toss for a night with Yang Ling, and at this moment they are completely willing to follow Yang Ling and them to kill the enemy desperately.

Because in their hearts, a commander who can fight side by side with them is worthy of their following, and besides, they can win battles with such a commander, so why not.

Of course, Yang Ling didn't know what Niu Dagen was thinking, what he knew was that the little devil was tossed all night, and if he didn't rest well, his combat effectiveness would definitely be greatly reduced.

They crawled back to their positions under the envious gaze of the guards outside the position, and as they watched their loads full of weapons, ammunition, and captured booty, the brethren in the trenches rose to their feet and greeted them back like heroes.

The guns rang out all night in the devil's camp at the bottom of the mountain, and from time to time the flames of explosions were rising, but the brothers on the mountain could hear it clearly, thinking that it was a sneak attack by friendly troops.

Now seeing Yang Ling and them returning, it suddenly dawned on him that it was their deputy head who took someone to do it, and admiration arose.

They were pressed and beaten by the little devil's aircraft fire during the day, and they laughed heartily when they thought of the mess that the little devil's camp was tossed last night, this is called retribution.

"Brother, you are doing well." Walking in the traffic trench, there are brothers around who give Niu Dagen a thumbs up.

"You guys fought really well, and you drank together after the battle." Others gently hammered their fists on the shoulders of the returning brothers and extended a sincere invitation.

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Looking at these brothers who had never known each other, looking at their sincere smiles and praises, Niu Dagen felt a sense of pride and honor in their hearts inexplicably, and even their bodies couldn't help but straighten up.

In the past, they always lost battles, retreated, and were looked down upon by these troops of the Central Army, but now they were suddenly respected, praised, and a little flattered and at the same time felt that it was such a proud thing to fight devils.

"Leave the weapons and ammunition on the position, toss all night hard, go back to the tunnel and sleep well, you don't have to participate in the daytime battle."

Yang Ling was not complacent because of the small victory, because he knew that the war was not over yet, and the evil battle was still to come.

"Yes!" Brother Niu solemnly raised his hand to Yang Ling and saluted, and then happily led the brothers to drill into the tunnel.

In the face of the order of the chief Yang Ling, even Niu Dagen himself did not realize that he, who used to like to drink the chief bargain, did not hesitate to carry it out after a night of fighting.

Yang Ling returned to the command post and gave a brief report to the regiment commander Zhang Handuo and other regimental personnel about the battle last night, which made Zhang Handuo very addicted.

Zhang Handuo and the others were in a good mood, but the little devil camp at the bottom of the mountain was a gloomy and miserable appearance, and even the patrol team on the alert mission was as quiet as a cicada, and they didn't dare to come out.

The devil commander Ono Ichiro Nakasa's face sank like water, and he sat on the main seat of the tent of the brigade headquarters with his saber in his hand, and dozens of devil lieutenants stood solemnly, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Ono Ichiro was bloodshot in his eyes because of his lack of rest, and even his face looked haggard, and most of the lieutenants were also depressed and lost their former swagger.

Yang Ling tossed around the devil's camp for a night, first with a cold gun attack, and then quietly threw grenades, and the vigilant troops who chased them out encountered an ambush with mines and suffered heavy losses.

Ichiro Ono's bloated and large troops are at a disadvantage in the dark, becoming a live target for sneak attackers hiding in the night, which makes them miserable.

In the second half of the night, Ono Ichiro temporarily dispatched two teams of more than 100 people to set up traps, in a vain attempt to catch all the despicable sneak attackers, but the other party was as cunning as a fox, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately slipped away, only injuring the other two people.

Enraged, the lieutenant chased more than 100 men into the darkness, vowing to break them into pieces, but then they were ambushed by an inverted triangle formation of three machine guns, and they suffered more than 40 casualties, and they retreated in disarray.

The sneak attackers who hide in the darkness are always there, and they are haunted like ghosts, so that the little devils in the camp have to be strong and vigilant at all times.

Because their elusive sneak attackers always appear silently, wiping their necks with bayonets, throwing grenades at tents, or approaching with machine guns, so that the many devils feel as if the darkness around them is an endless danger, and they can die at any time.

Yang Ling is the ancestor of special operations, although the little devils constantly want to counteract and seize the initiative, but in the face of Yang Ling, they soon found that all their efforts were in vain, and they would only increase casualties.

"Straighten out the troops, launch an attack in half an hour, and annihilate all the people!"

Onoichiro was furious at last night's heavy casualties, and as soon as dawn came, he couldn't wait to gather his troops and want to launch a crazy outburst to vent his monstrous anger.

"Hey!"

The lieutenants in the tent were all heavily bowed, exhausted, but their faces were full of murder.