The drizzling rain added a bit of chill to the night, and Yang Ling and the others quickly took advantage of the chaos to evacuate after blowing up the devil's camp. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's a pleasure!" Looking at the smoke-filled devil camp a mile away, the old smoker threw the devil's military uniform he had taken off into the darkness, and his excitement was overflowing.

The old smoking gun followed the regiment commander Liu Ting to lead the assault team from Jiangyin to Dingshan to bomb the devil's artillery position and failed, Liu Ting was killed, and the brothers of the commando team also died.

I wanted to ambush the devil's car team back to a game, but the unfortunate and tragic failure again, and even folded the last dozens of brothers into it, whenever I think of the bloodstained faces of the dead, the old smoking gun will toss and turn and can't sleep, these days are a lot haggard.

Now Yang Ling took them to blow up the devil's arms without much effort, and when he saw those devil soldiers who were blown up and made ghosts cry wolf, the old smoking gun felt comfortable when he thought about it, and finally let out a bad breath, which was enough to comfort the souls of those dead brothers in the sky.

Yang Ling's mood was also good, although he folded two brothers in the final exposure, but compared to the brilliant achievements achieved, this transaction was not accompanied.

"Let's go—" Yang Ling put the 38 big cover on his shoulder again, and then walked happily into the darkness.

The excited brethren were also very happy, and followed in a hurry, with smiles on everyone's faces, and whispers soon rang out in the small darkness.

This night attack on the Devil Munitions Base will undoubtedly become a topic of conversation for these surviving brothers to show off, and Commander Yang Ling has become more and more promoted in their hearts.

"Brother Yang, let's make such a fuss, I'm afraid this little devil is going to break his bones." The old smoking gun now admires Yang Ling more and more.

When Yang Ling was still a second lieutenant platoon commander, he felt that Yang Ling was definitely not a thing in the pool, and he didn't expect to be promoted to battalion commander not long after separation.

The old smoking gun was still a little unhappy in his heart at the beginning, after all, he used to be Yang Ling's commander, and now Yang Ling has become his commander to command him, but now he has completely eliminated the complaint in his heart, and decided to follow Yang Ling with all his heart.

"Although we have blown up the devil's munitions, we can fill the gap in a day or two with the devil's logistical supply capacity, not to mention hurting our muscles and bones, at most delaying their offensive speed."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the old smoking gun suddenly turned into a depressed face, and he didn't expect that he had been busy for most of the night, just tickling the little devil, which was a ball matter.

Seeing that the old smoking gun became depressed, Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said: "Although the bombing of arms is insignificant to the devil, but we killed a devil leader, and the epaulette is inlaid with two stars, I estimate that he is a lieutenant general, I am afraid that the devil has blown up the nest now."

The old cigarette gun immediately became excited, rubbed his hands and said, "Hehe, Brother Yang, you said that we killed a lieutenant general of the devil, how much credit is this?"

Yang Ling pondered for a few seconds and said, "At least I can be promoted to two or three levels."

"My mother, I'm now a captain and company commander, if I am promoted to the third rank, then I won't be able to be a lieutenant colonel?" The old smoker was startled by his guess.

Seeing the excited appearance of the old smoking gun, Yang Ling was worried that he was thinking nonsense and hurriedly added: "The specific reward has to be determined, it is useless for us to ponder here, but if we kill a lieutenant general, the reward will definitely be indispensable."

The old cigarette gun nodded, agreeing with Yang Ling's statement, but he was still a little excited when he thought that he was afraid that he would have to be promoted three levels in a row.

Although the Chinese side is stubbornly resisting, but in the face of the devil troops armed to the teeth, they have lost ground one after another, Yang Ling can imagine what kind of shock it will cause when the news of his own killing of the devil lieutenant general comes back.

Just as Yang Ling and the others were hurrying in the dark night, preparing to rush back to Qianjia Village to meet and evacuate, suddenly a rapid dog barking came from behind them.

Yang Ling turned his head to look, in the darkness in the distance, there were countless points of light rapidly approaching, it should be a flashlight, and the dog's barking became clearer and clearer, and his face became solemn.

"Damn, it's the little devil catching up." The old smoker looked at the devil soldiers who were quickly chasing behind, cursed in his mouth, and beckoned to the brothers: "Run up and get rid of the devils!"

"Stop!" Yang Ling waved his hand to stop them from speeding up, and said with a solemn face: "The devil with the dog, no matter how we run, we can't get rid of it."

"What then?" The old smoker was anxious, and he suddenly panicked.

"Kill the devil's dog! We have a chance to get out! Yang Ling said viciously.

Yang Dashu asked for battle and said: "Battalion commander, you withdraw first, I will take the machine gun squad to cover you, and promise to kill the devil's dog!"

The old smoking gun waved his hand again and again: "Your machine gun squad is expensive, so I'll stay, give me some grenades, and make sure that the devil's dog is blown to slag."

When Yang Dashu and the old smoker were arguing over who to stay for, Yang Ling's eyes quickly surveyed the surrounding terrain, and it was raining at night, and his vision was not good, so he could only take a rough look in the dark.

"Big tree, set up the machine gun behind that mound for me to set up a machine gun position, and follow my orders before firing." Yang Ling pointed to the swarthy mound not far away and commanded.

Without waiting for Yang Dashu to answer, Yang Ling pulled the old smoking gun again: "I'll transfer all the remaining twelve grenades to you, go over there and lie in the grass, wait for the machine gun to fire and then throw the devil down, throw it on time, and kill as many devils as possible!"

"Listening to the movement, it should just be the devil's spearhead detachment, let's try to eat him in one bite! Are you all confident?! ”

"Yes!" A muffled response came from the darkness.

Yang Ling and the others blew up the devil munitions, killed their lieutenant generals, and barreled the hornet's nest, and countless devil spearhead detachments led the wolf dogs and began to pursue, as the lead of the large army.

The detachments of these devils' spearheads have all received death orders, that is, even if they are tired to death, they have to bite the fleeing Zhina army, and then send a signal to the large army.

In the muddy night, the tracking dogs trained by the devils ran wildly in the muddy water, making the ghost soldiers who pulled the ropes a little difficult, and the ghost soldiers wore raincoats and flashlights, and trotted over the barren grass and low hills with the tracking dogs, and kept rushing towards the darkness of the north.

The barking of the dog is getting louder and louder, and in the darkness, the machine gun squad and rifle squad under Yang Ling's command have already taken their places, waiting for the arrival of the devil's spearhead detachment.

The rain flowed down the gray brim to the angular face, calm and resolute, Yang Ling's whole body was already soaked, he raised his gun to aim, in his sight, countless small pillars of light were rapidly approaching, and the barking of the dog was extremely clear.

The tracking dog barked wildly, its hooves galloping and splashing countless waters, almost pulling the ghost soldiers who pulled the ropes running.

Bang!

Yang Ling aimed at the beating black shadow and pressed the trigger, and the whistling bullets had already swept through the air, grazing the body of the tracking dog, and slammed into the muddy water, splashing countless splashes.

Da-da--two machine guns on the machine-gun position opened fire, and dazzling tongues of fire erupted in an instant.

Woo - the devil's tracking dog dodged Yang Ling's point shot, but did not dodge the machine-gun covered blow, the bullet penetrated its body, and the running tracking dog whimpered and fell heavily into the muddy water, blood gurgling and flowing.

The devil soldier with the tracking dog in his hand was also unlucky, and the furious bullet tore half of his neck apart, and he fell straight into the mud.