Short, powerful gunshots rang out in the ears, and lethal bullets intertwined into a dense network of fire. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The bullets pierced through the bodies of the ghost soldiers, bursting their heads, and for a moment scarlet blood splattered and wailed.

The horses under the crotch of the devil cavalry were also covered with bloody holes under the dense firepower, and they fell to the ground with a scream, throwing the devil on the horse high.

The Xiaohe bridgehead has a good shooting range, and at this moment it has become a nightmare for the devil cavalry, they are crowded together and have become Yang Ling's live target.

Some devil cavalrymen turned over and dismounted and lay on the bloody corpses to raise their guns and shoot back, but a string of grenades was thrown over, and they also became bloody corpses.

The flames of the grenade explosion shrouded the bridgehead, and the explosives and rubble scattered everywhere jumped in a radial pattern, and the frightened horses went crazy, and did not know the way, and jumped into the river with the devil cavalry, and suddenly turned into a soup chicken.

The devil commander roared loudly and retreated, but the wooden bridge was narrow and could only accommodate two cavalry retreats at the same time, but under the rain of bullets, there was time for more than a hundred cavalry to evacuate calmly.

More than a dozen devil cavalrymen who had fallen behind turned the dock and ran onto the wooden bridge, thinking that they had escaped, but the machine guns in the bushes not far away rang out.

The machine gunners were all veterans of the dead, and they fired short, accurate three-point shots, and named the devil cavalry who were exposed on the bridge one by one.

The bullet made the devil cavalry shrouded in blood mist, and fell into the water like dumplings in a pot, and in an instant, the river was dyed blood red, like a dye vat.

The machine guns blocked the retreat of the devil cavalry, and all those who rushed up the wooden bridge were smashed to pieces and fell into the water, and the commander of the devil cavalry saw that the retreat was broken, and he was also ruthless.

The commander of the devil cavalry raised his sabre high, and led the remaining dozens of devil cavalry to charge Yang Ling and them in the rain of bullets, a distance of more than 100 meters, in an instant.

If a new recruit encounters the devil's deadly charge, he has already been shocked by that snatching momentum, and it is very likely to collapse.

But Yang Ling and the others are veterans who have fought vicious battles and tough battles, and they will take the trick of the little devil in their eyes.

"Grenade greeting!"

Yang Ling untied the grenade hanging from his waist, unscrewed the lid, pulled the string and threw it towards the devil cavalry group.

The grenade exploded in the air, with a booming bang, and the explosive pieces flying everywhere suddenly made the four or five devils break their faces, deeply embedded in their flesh and blood, and fell off their horses one by one.

The brothers were also unceremonious, and a string of grenades were thrown out with a wave of their arms, and the explosion was filled with smoke and smoke.

The smoke cleared, and the remaining devil cavalry were all put to the ground, and those who were still panting were all twisted to the ground and wailed, losing their combat effectiveness.

Junko led people to rush forward with bayonets, and mended the knives one by one against those devil soldiers who were still alive, and in an instant, only corpses were left.

Seeing that more than a hundred devil soldiers had become their guns in the blink of an eye, and only four or five of the brothers were bruised by stray bullets, this battle felt a little unreal to them.

In the past, they had suffered heavy casualties in the blocking battle after every interruption, but this time they had killed so many devils in zero battles, and they cast admiring glances at Yang Ling, it turned out that the battle could still be fought like this.

Yang Ling and the others unexpectedly wiped out the arrogant and lightly advanced devil cavalry team and fought a beautiful battle of annihilation.

The gunfire of the battle made the devils behind think that the cavalry troops had bitten the retreating Chinese troops, and a motorized infantry squadron immediately accelerated to the battlefield.

"The devil is here again!"

Looking at the rumbling side three wheels and the dazzling sun flag, the vigilant sentry shouted.

"Fuck, the little devil is coming so fast!" The brethren, who were cleaning up the battlefield, had to lie down and hide behind the embankment, ready to fight.

Although Yang Ling and the others unexpectedly killed more than a hundred reckless devil cavalry, the sound of gunfire also exposed them, and it was impossible to ambush again, so they could only rely on the river embankment to slow down the devil's pursuit speed.

The newly arrived Devil Squadron Leader saw the dead cavalry troops on the opposite bank in his telescope, and after secretly scolding the fool, he ordered the troops to attack.

The leader of the devil squadron looked at the blood-stained wooden bridge, and sent a machine gun to shoot and assault, trying to rush across the wooden bridge.

But Yang Ling and they had already taken precautions, and with a loud bang, the side three-wheeled motorcycle of the devil soldier and the entire wooden bridge were shattered in the flames of the explosion, and the entire wooden bridge was destroyed by Yang Ling and them.

Looking at the broken corpses and rotten wood floating on the surface of the river, the leader of the devil squadron gritted his teeth with hatred and had to send people across the river to attack.

A part of the devil troops scattered in an uproar, pulling a widely spaced skirmish line down the river embankment, preparing to wade across the river.

There were also some devil soldiers who were lying on the other side of the river embankment to shoot, and the grenadiers were set up, rumbling towards Yang Ling and them, and the mud and mist of the explosion flew wildly, covering the devil infantry who were swimming across the river.

Yang Ling and the others were-for-tat, and the ghost soldiers who swam across the river swept with machine guns, sweeping them down into the water one by one, turning them into floating corpses, and the river became sticky and bloody.

More and more devil soldiers arrived on the other side of the river, and the Type 92 infantry guns also began to bombard Yang Ling, throwing weeds and gravel into the sky, and the brothers began to suffer casualties.

The density of the devil soldiers swimming across the river is increasing, and the grenades are also thrown into the river, exploding blood-red water columns, although Yang Ling and they are stubborn, but there are more and more devils.

"Retreat!"

Seeing the devils of the brigade arrive on the opposite bank, Yang Ling knew that it was difficult to compete with the strength of their battalion, and finally he was unwilling to give the order to retreat.

A group of more than 100 devils who took the lead in swimming across the river saw Yang Ling and they were about to run, and chased after them with their bare butts and no shoes.

But as soon as they stepped onto the embankment, with the sound of explosions that shook the mountains, they triggered the mines they had planted in Yang Ling, and a large number of them died in the flames of the explosion.

"Yaga! Eight Ga Ya Road! The leader of the devil squadron was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and his red eyes let the troops chase after him.

The Devil's engineering unit was extremely strong in the field, and although the wooden bridge of the river was bombed, in just twenty minutes, a strong bridge reappeared on the river.

One after another, the tanks roared across the bridge, rolling up the dust in the sky and chasing Yang Ling and them, and Yang Ling and them also used their strength to eat milk, pulling their legs and fleeing for their lives.

Fortunately, Yang Ling and the others went through the whole training of armed cross-country, and they ran like a breath of wind, and they disappeared in an instant, leaving the little devils who were chasing them dumbfounded.

But the little devil didn't intend to let them go, he chased them with all his strength, and seemed to vow not to give up if he didn't catch up with them, but he could see Yang Ling and them from a distance, and with a few loud bangs, the devil who ran ahead was blown up into the sky by a mine.

Yang Ling planted many mines along the way, and the truth and falsehood made the devil scratch his ears and cheeks, and he was blown to pieces if he didn't pay attention to it, which made the devil almost crazy.

The devil couldn't wait to catch up and break Yang Ling and them into pieces, but the ubiquitous mines made them dare not be careless, and the speed of the pursuit couldn't help but slow down.

Yang Ling and their retreat while fighting, all kinds of tricks emerge in an endless stream, retarding the pursuit speed of the devils, in the evening, Yang Ling and their regiment have successfully got rid of the pursuing soldiers into Henan.