"Report, the little devil ran away!"

The guerrilla brothers lurking in the countryside have been monitoring the movements of the little devil, and the little devil is about to retreat, and Yang Ling soon gets the news.

Hearing that the little devil had retreated, the tense faces of Wang Huzi and the others finally eased, if the devil moved forward with an iron heart, I am afraid that a vicious battle would be indispensable.

And now that the devils have retreated, it means that the people of the more than ten villages behind them are safe, and the danger has been lifted.

"It must be Battalion Commander Wu who succeeded on their side, otherwise the devil wouldn't have retreated so simply." Staff Officer Lei Xiong squeezed out a rare smile.

Since he heard the news that the little devil was going to clear them out, he has been worried, after all, the fiasco in Qinghe Town last time is still vivid.

The devil's communication cavalry is fast, and the communication troops sent by Wu Changqing are still on the way, and Yang Ling is now not sure if this is the devil's trick to lure the enemy, or if he really retreats.

"Tuanza, we can't let the little devils just swagger away, we have to give them some blood and teach them a lesson." Wang Huzi played with the sharp bayonet in his hand, and made some hideous suggestions.

His guerrilla battalion had been fighting in circles with devils and devils for most of the day, and the casualties were not small, and he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart.

"That's right, Chief Yang, let's chase after it!" Staff officer Lei Xiong also helped on the side.

At this moment, the deputy battalion commander blacksmith in a cloak walked into the tent while twisting the water on his clothes.

The blacksmith reported: "Tuanza, behind the hall are those puppet soldiers, and the devils have run away. ”

Yang Ling thought for a moment and then gave the order to pursue: "Order the guerrilla battalion, the guard platoon will give me all the strength to pursue, even if I can't completely annihilate them, I have to bite off a few pieces of meat!" ”

"Yes!" The officers in the tent said yes.

Soon the officers rushed out, shouting to gather their brethren and prepare for the pursuit.

At present, Yang Ling's operational principle is still the same as that of guerrilla warfare, the so-called enemy is tired and we fight, the enemy advances and we retreat, and the enemy retreats and we pursue......

Although the officers and men of the guerrillas were exhausted from fighting the little devils in this countryside, they still had high fighting spirits when they heard that they were going to fight the little devils again.

The guerrilla forces were like arrows off the string, divided into countless arrows and swept away from the back in the direction of the devil's retreat.

These guerrilla officers and men have become accustomed to scattered operations, so they are still in company and platoon units, some of them go to stab the devils in the ass, and some go to outflank their way forward, each with its own characteristics.

Yang Ling, the commander, only grasped the overall situation through the information he gathered, and as for how to fight it, it all depended on the free play of the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

If it was before, Yang Ling would never dare to do this, after all, the troops are used to obeying the orders of their commanders, and their thinking is still stuck in passive combat.

Once there is no command from the commander, it is like losing the backbone, and even if there is combat effectiveness, it will not be able to exert its strength.

Guerrilla warfare, on the other hand, is different, and if it is still necessary to consult the commander and command the commander in everything, then how to capture the fighters and destroy the enemy.

Moreover, the guerrillas were all small-scale scattered operations, and Yang Ling could not lead the team out to attack and harass every time, so he also intended to cultivate the command ability of grassroots officers.

Now, after a period of harassment and tempering, a large number of grassroots guerrilla officers have grown up.

Although they are not yet able to take charge of the situation on their own, at least they can take the initiative to think and judge whether the enemy situation is to fight or withdraw, and their command has become more and more flexible.

The officers and men of the guerrillas were like tigers out of a cage, and their figures quickly jumped over the fields and headed straight for the retreating devil troops.

Although the little devils were anxious to return to Qinghe Town, the roads were impassable, and the muddy countryside greatly hindered their marching speed.

The puppet army that stayed behind as a guard was not a good bird, and did not follow the devil's order to block it, but the devil followed closely after retreating.

When the devil walked out for a few miles, the pursuing guerrilla officers and soldiers had already bitten the devil's guard from behind.

"Bang!"

The bullets whistled through the rain curtain, and a frozen puppet soldier was stunned, and then fell down screaming.

The sound of this gunshot was like a talisman, which made the puppet army behind the palace, who was already frightened, suddenly explode and became chaotic.

"The guerrillas are coming! Run! ”

I don't know who shouted like this, and hundreds of puppet soldiers rushed wildly.

"Don't run, don't fucking run!"

Seeing that the troops were suddenly in chaos, the puppet army battalion commander Zhang Lezi was also so angry that he scolded and wanted to close the team.

"Da Da Da ......"

At this moment, a machine gun trajectory swept from behind the ridge not far away, and it crashed straight into the chaotic puppet army, and for a while blood and flesh were splashed, and the screams were screaming.

"Oh my god, run!" Seeing the tragic situation of his subordinates, the puppet army battalion commander Zhang Lezi screamed strangely, and also pulled out his legs and ran wildly.

The puppet army is now like a frightened bird, which was frightened by the elusive guerrillas before, and now the bullets are whizzing around behind them, and they dare to stay there.

One by one, they ran wildly in the muddy farmland, only hating their father and mother for missing two legs.

The number of guerrillas who caught up with the puppet army behind the palace was actually not much, and it was only the strength of one squad.

"Don't be stunned, chase me!"

The squad leader of the guerrillas was also a bold master, and seeing that the puppet soldiers had no heart to resist, he simply didn't wait for the brothers behind him, and rushed forward with a squad first.

Therefore, in the fields shrouded in rain and fog, there was such a miraculous scene, a squad of guerrilla officers and soldiers actually chased hundreds of puppet soldiers in an embarrassed way.

The officers and men of the guerrillas shot while running, loaded their bullets, raised their guns, took aim, pulled the trigger, and all in one go.

"Bang! Bang......"

"Ahh Yes! ”

The puppet army that stumbled and fled, from time to time, some people burst out of a cloud of blood mist and fell to the ground.

But now most of the puppet army leaders don't dare to go back, where to care about the life and death of their comrades, so the injured puppet army is also struggling to crawl on the ground.

The guerrillas who caught up were small in number and did not have time to take care of the prisoners.

The screams of the companions behind him made the fleeing puppet soldiers even more chilling in their backs, and the ammunition boxes they were carrying were gone, and the heavy rifles were thrown away, and they ran for their lives.

The retreating devil soldiers also heard the gunshots coming from the rain and fog behind them, and then heard countless panicked shouts and screams.

"This bunch of shit!" After Kuroda Ichiro cursed fiercely, he waved his big hand: "Stop moving forward and defend on the spot!" ”

The devil soldiers were familiar with the tactics and movements, and quickly dispersed to find the nearby shallow pit mound and set up a defensive circle, and light and heavy machine guns were also set up.

After waiting for a long time, a group of embarrassed puppet army troops stumbled out in the rain and fog.

Their dejected appearance made Kuroda Ichiro's face black as charcoal, and he cursed in his heart that it was really a bunch of mud that couldn't support the wall.

But it was also a friendly unit, and the devil soldiers opened fire to block the shooting, and a burst of thunderbolt fire repelled the guerrilla officers and soldiers who caught up, and these puppet soldiers stopped out of breath.

"Camp Commander Zhang? Didn't mine let you guard the back? Why did you step back so quickly? ”

Kuroda Ichiro calmly questioned Zhang Lezi, who was splashed with mud on half of his body, extremely dissatisfied.