Yang Ling was lying on top of a pile of rotting dead leaves, the dead leaves were soft and felt like lying on a sponge, running for so long, sweating profusely, stopping at this moment The cold wind blew, and suddenly felt a cold swishing in his back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now he didn't care so much about life and death, so he reached out and took the dirty bullet out of his pocket, wiped it on his sleeve, and pressed it into the chamber of the gun.

The wind and cold were not yet good, and he still felt dizzy and weak when he ran before, but he was sweating profusely after being chased by bullets like this, and Yang Ling now felt that his whole body was much smoother and more comfortable.

"Hey, what's your name?" Yang Ling saw the second lieutenant platoon commander who met in the broken village lying next to him, panting, and turned his head to ask.

Second Lieutenant Platoon Commander Qin Shou's eyes stared at the dead branches and leaves that were torn apart by the bullets and fell like rain, afraid that the bullets of the devil soldiers would miss and fall on him, his dirty face tightened, and he replied without turning his head when he heard Yang Ling's question: "Qin Shou, second lieutenant platoon leader."

Puff - Liu Yidao, who was lying next to him, couldn't hold back, and laughed happily: "Why did your father give you such a fucking name, isn't that a beast?"

"You're a fucking beast, Lao Tzu's surname is Qin Mingshou!" Qin Shou saw that the soldiers around him were flushed one by one, and he fought back with some annoyance.

"Isn't that still a beast?" Liu Yidao was still laughing.

"Alright, alright, don't be poor." Yang Ling opened his mouth and interrupted Liu Yidao's teasing.

Yang Ling pointed to the left and instructed Qin Shou: "What, Platoon Commander Qin, you take your brothers around from here to the left to the flank, and when the fight starts, let's do a wave of little devils from the flank, let's fight all this devil."

"Why should I listen to you, why don't you go?" Qin Shou already had a grudge against Yang Ling, and he chased them with a group of devils and almost lost their lives, so it was strange that they were not angry.

Yang Ling smiled and wiped his bloodstained badge: "I am the company commander, you are the platoon commander, of course you have to listen to me."

Damn, it's really a blood mold, Qin Shou saw Yang Ling's smile on his face, and he couldn't wait to tear his face in the past, the official level crushed people to death, and the army was even more hierarchical, but he still held a trace of luck: "Lao Tzu is from the twenty-fourth division, you can't control Lao Tzu."

"Battlefield disobedience, do you believe that I will collapse you?" Yang Ling was still smiling, but the dark eyes under the brim of his gray hat stared at Qin Shou, as unfathomable as an abyss, and he felt a slight chill emanating from it, making Qin Shou swallow his saliva, and swallow the words that came to his mouth back into his stomach.

He snorted disgruntled through his nose and beckoned to his brother with resentment: "Fuck up, follow me to the left—"

Qin Shou and their regiment were scattered by the devils, and originally they had a battalion deputy leader, but the unlucky ghost was bombarded by the devil's grenadier in the previous village, and half of his body was blown up, so the second lieutenant platoon commander Qin Shou became the commander of more than 100 people.

But now that Yang Ling, the company commander, appeared, the second lieutenant platoon commander Qin Shou had to bow his head, and they regathered under Yang Ling's command.

Qin Shou beckoned the brothers to move to the left at the risk of waisting, and the devil soldiers outside did not hesitate when they heard the movement, thinking that the Chinese defenders were about to run, so they accelerated their pace and rushed into the forest.

The forests in the south are not as good as the forests in the north, the forests in the north become bare in autumn and cannot hide people, although it is late autumn here in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the forest except for a few trees that have lost their leaves and only leave bare trunks, other plants are still green.

The natural sight of the leafy forest was blocked, and the devil soldiers were also arrogant and accustomed to it, and the fire reconnaissance did not encounter a counterattack, thinking that Yang Ling and they had run away from the forest, so they did not hesitate to drill in.

A ghost soldier wearing a dark green steel helmet was the first to enter Yang Ling's field of vision with a shiny bayonet, and he could even see the ghost soldier's bearded face, which was covered with mud.

This is no better than those glamorous devil soldiers in film and television dramas, these devils have been on the battlefield for so long, and they have long been dirty and similar to Yang Ling and them, looking like down-and-out beggars.

"Hit!" Yang Lingping took the 38 rifle and aimed at the devil soldier who was still running in front of him, and his head pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet rushed out of the muzzle with gunsmoke, and then went straight to the head of the devil soldier, the muzzle velocity of the 38 rifle was low, and it was basically straight when shot out at short distances, so the shooting accuracy was high.

The ghost soldier who was striding forward was startled by the sudden gunshot, and before he could react, his head had been exploded by the bullet fired at close range, only to see a blood arrow spurting out from the back of his head, and the viscous brain pulp mixed with blood sprayed onto the trunk of the tree behind him was blurred, and the ghost soldier was also hit by the shock wave of the bullet and fell to the ground on his back.

A crackling burst of bullets flew wildly, hundreds of people fired a row of guns together like a violent storm, the plants along the way were beaten and splashed, the tree trunks also popped, and the bodies of the more than 20 devil soldiers who hit the head were beaten into a hornet's nest, and a puff of blood mist stained the air with blood.

Lieutenant Yoshino was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down and hidden, he was also shocked by the attack of the Chinese rout, he didn't expect the other party to dare to resist, the devil soldiers in front of him couldn't dodge, his body was hit by at least five or six bullets, and the blood sprayed Lieutenant Yoshino's face, which looked extremely hideous.

"Machine gun suppression!"

"Grenadiers, mortars come forward!"

"The third squad flanks and flanks them in a roundabout way!"

Lieutenant Yoshino, like an enraged beast, gave orders loudly and angrily.

Under Lieutenant Yoshino's loud order, the panicked devil soldiers immediately calmed down and covered their shots on the spot, while the grenadiers and mortar men behind them ran forward with them, preparing to bombard Yang Ling and them.

At this moment, the forest has become a pot of porridge, and the machine guns of the devil soldiers are pouring bullets at Yang Ling and them like they don't want money, so that they can't raise their heads, and the leaves sandwiched in the middle are directly bald by the bullets like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves at this moment, and all the branches and broken leaves are torn, and the forest is full of light.

Yang Dashu hurriedly shifted his position with his shoulder against the 96-type light machine gun and hurriedly shifted his position, because the trajectory of the machine gun of the devil soldier had already bitten like a poisonous snake, and the bodies of several soldiers who couldn't dodge were beaten into blood gourds.

"Hit!" The platoon commander Qin Shou took more than 100 people around to the left, and launched an attack on the devils diagonally, and a row of grenades swirled and fell into the group of devils, and then that piece was covered by fire and smoke, and the devil soldiers were killed and wounded.

The devil soldiers who were carrying mortars were rushing forward from behind, a row of guns passed, and they were shot and fell to the ground, the living devils were frightened and panicked to find a place to hide, and the injured and not dead devils were rolling on the ground and howling miserably.

The devil soldiers were attacking forward under the command of Lieutenant Yoshino, and the flanks were suddenly beaten like this, and they were accustomed to the frontal and rigid fighting style of the Chinese defenders, and they were a little stunned in the face of the sudden change.

However, Lieutenant Yoshino was experienced in combat, and in the face of an unfavorable situation, he immediately ordered to withdraw from the forest to avoid greater casualties.

"Brethren! Can't let the devils run away! Yang Ling shot at the devil soldiers, watching them cover each other and retreat, he immediately shouted and charged, he had been chased for so long, how could he easily let the devil escape.