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In November, the Suzhou area has been bitterly cold, and the muddy roads have gradually deserted, and the chaos and hustle and bustle of the previous days are gone. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The distance from Kunshan to Suzhou is only a few dozen miles, Kunshan is lost, Suzhou is directly exposed to the devil's soldiers, a large number of devil chasing soldiers have approached the outer areas of Suzhou, and sporadic gunfire can be heard in the city, that is, the bitten Chinese rout is fighting with the devil's vanguard troops.

As early as the Battle of Songhu, the city of Suzhou had suffered several large-scale bombardments by devil planes, and the city was already in ruins, and it looked even more depressed under this hazy sky.

The people in the city have almost fled, and those who remain and do not want to abandon their family business have closed their doors to their homes, and they are afraid to stay at home and dare not go out.

From time to time, there was silence in the wet streets, except for the heavy footsteps of a few stragglers running by, as if it were a lifeless dead city.

Da-da-da

"It's Xiao Jiao, they're back!" Several gun-wielding sentries on the roof withdrew their muzzles, gesturing behind them and shouting at the top of their voices.

Jiao Chaoming and another soldier in charge of inquiring about the enemy did not have time to pay attention to the friendly greetings of the brothers who were hidden in various parts of the street, and rode directly to an ordinary courtyard before holding on to the reins and stopping.

"Company commander, there is a group of devil vanguard troops that have arrived five miles outside the city." Jiao Chaoming hurriedly rushed into Yang Ling's temporary company, stretched out his hand to wipe his dripping hair, and opened his mouth to report to Yang Ling, who was sitting at the wooden table in the room.

Hearing that the vanguard of the devil soldiers had arrived, Liu Yidao, Qin Shou and other platoon commanders sitting on the bench had different expressions of excitement, worry, and nervousness on their faces.

Yang Ling was still calm, raised his ancient face and asked, "How many devil soldiers are there?"

Jiao Chaoming replied: "There are not many people, there are only a few dozen devils, and they are chasing after the routs of several brother troops."

"Company commander, let's do it! Eat this devil! Liu Yidao threw a fist on the table excitedly, shouting loudly to ask for battle.

They were chased by the devil soldiers all the way, and they had long held their breath in their hearts, and now they took the initiative to stay and fight the devils.

Yang Ling didn't care about Liu Yidao, who was shouting, and continued to ask, "Are there other devils behind this group of devils?"

Jiao Chaoming shook his head: "We rode to the back to take a look, there is no large army of devil soldiers, maybe this group of devils may be chasing too quickly, and the one behind is pulled apart."

"Company commander, let's fight, we can solve dozens of devil soldiers in ten minutes." Platoon commander Wu Jiang couldn't sit still at the moment, and opened his mouth to ask for battle.

Yang Ling's eyes looked around the faces of the platoon leaders in the room, and he nodded with satisfaction when he saw that although they were tired, they were no longer depressed a few days ago.

"Good! We're going to eat this devil! Seeing that his brothers were full of confidence, Yang Ling did not need to hesitate, and decisively set the tone to fight.

Although there were only a few dozen devil soldiers, Yang Ling immediately made some arrangements with the idea of using all his strength with the eagle and Bo Rabbit.

One row and two rows occupy the commanding heights on both sides of the street, pay attention to concealment, be steady, and wait for the devil soldiers to get close before fighting. ”

"Yes!" Yang Dashu and Wu Jiang responded loudly.

"Liu Yidao, you take your people to hide in the house next to the street, ready for white-knuckle combat."

"Hehe, company commander, don't worry, we promise to let the devil taste the taste of our big knife!" Liu Yidao rubbed his machete, his face full of excitement.

"Platoon Commander Qin, your people wait for the devils to enter the city, seal the mouth, and tie me tightly, I want to wipe out this group of devils!"

Yang Ling's order was given, and the four platoon commanders immediately left the house in a hurry, and there was the sound of low and messy footsteps outside, and the brothers of the four platoons immediately moved towards their respective battle positions under the orders of their respective commanders.

Yang Ling took the steaming teapot on the table and poured a mouthful of water into his throat, and then began to prepare in an orderly manner, he pressed the shell gun full of bullets and inserted it into the holster on his waist, and grabbed the 38 rifle hanging on the wall, then took a deep breath and walked out of the room and into the hazy rain curtain.

The defeated troops under Yang Ling's command have reached more than 300 people, and after several small-scale battles, the originally low morale has gradually begun to recover.

These are all soldiers who were defeated from the Songhu battlefield, and those who were able to survive such a cruel battle had a few brushes, and the army was defeated They were chased for dozens of miles like lost dogs, not because they didn't want to fight devils, but because they were powerless.

And now Yang Ling has regathered these soldiers and twisted them into a rope, and they have immediately become a force to be reckoned with, covering the retreating people and other brother troops in the past few days, and have fought several beautiful battles, although there are not many enemies, but Yang Ling has re-established their confidence.

Yang Ling knew that although their team was now very small, and the victory was very small, they were powerless to fight against the main forces of those devils, but he believed that gathering sand into a tower, under their exemplary role, this small victory would gradually turn into a big victory, and they would also become stronger and stronger, this is the power of example.

And now he wants to set such an example in the midst of the rout, telling those desperate and pessimistic Chinese people, telling those businessmen and politicians who are full of arguments about the destruction of the country, and Chinese soldiers are fighting bloodily! Chinese soldiers are still the barrier to defend the country! China will not die!

The drizzle shrouded the distant mountains and near the city, the icy rain soaked the clothes of the soldiers of the national army, the gray clothes turned dark, and the more than three hundred people under the command of Yang Ling came from at least five or six troops, both from the central army and from the provinces, but at this moment they gathered together and fought side by side.

Sporadic gunfire came from the rain curtain, more than a dozen embarrassed rout soldiers were stumbling and fleeing for their lives, and from time to time some people fell into the muddy water, and dozens of devil soldiers armed to the teeth chased after them and nailed them to the ground with bayonets.

"Hurry! Come on! Seeing that those routs who stumbled and fled were about to be caught up by the devil soldiers, Yang Dashu, who was ambushed on the roof, pulled the handle of the machine, and constantly cheered up those routs in his heart, and the muzzle of the Type 96 light machine gun in his hand was already aimed at the ghost soldiers who were screaming.

The routs couldn't run, and their sleepy and tired steps staggered, but the bullets of the ghost soldiers were like a talisman, and the desire to survive made them almost fall and roll into the streets of the city.

"Hit!" Seeing that the ghost soldier had entered the street, Yang Ling shouted, pulled the trigger, and the bullet roared into the rain, and a ghost soldier at the head ran forward a few more steps before falling into the muddy water with a thud.

The soldiers who were ambushed at the commanding heights on both sides all poured angry bullets towards the devils, and for a time there was a lot of gunfire on the streets, and the rubble and broken wood raised by the grenades flew and raged on the streets, and more than 20 devil soldiers were killed by bullets on the ground immediately.

The other devil soldiers reacted quickly and immediately fought back in concealment on the street, but the street was empty, and Yang Ling and they occupied the commanding heights, and the devils had nowhere to hide.

A devil soldier kicked open the house near the street, the knife flashed, a bloody head flew out, and a stream of blood sprayed onto the mottled wall, Liu Yidao shouted, and led the ambushed broadsword team to rush towards the devil.