Yang Ling didn't expect the devil to move his hands and feet on the corpse, listening to the painful moans of the brother whose arm was seriously injured, he clenched his fists, full of anger, he would definitely pay for this blood debt of the devil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Deputy of the regiment, there is no one in the village, the devil has slipped away."

Wang Huzi hurried out of the village and reported the latest situation.

Yang Ling nodded, and asked Wang Huzi to lead someone to be in charge of guarding, while he ordered several bold and careful brothers to clean up the corpses that had been hung from the trunks of the trees and exposed to the sun.

In view of the fact that the devil had done something to the corpse, the brothers who collected the corpse were very careful when taking it down, fearing that they would have struck a mine again and cause unnecessary casualties.

Soon the bodies of the fallen brothers were taken down from the hanging trunks, and the living brethren felt so sick that they fetched water to wipe their faces and prepare to bury them on the spot.

Yang Ling walked up to the captain and company commander Wang Meng, who was stabbed like a sieve with a northern bayonet, and squatted down, looking at his face covered with dust and dark red blood, and was silent for a long time.

Although it is often said that life and death on the battlefield are common, when the brothers who get along with each other day and night become cold corpses, the grief is difficult to suppress, after all, people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

"Company commander, you can go with peace of mind, I will definitely avenge you with the little devil!"

Shunzi, the deputy company commander with a dusty face, looked at the company commander Wang Meng, who did not have a piece of good meat on his body, clenched his fists, red eyes, and murderous all over.

Junko knew that if he led a team to attack the village, he was afraid that he would die, and this time he picked up a life, and he had to avenge Wang Meng and his brothers who sacrificed.

Dozens of brothers were buried in a pit dug at the entrance of the village, with their torn uniforms tidied and their faces wiped clean.

In the years of war and chaos, the corpses of many brothers who died in battle could not be transported at all, not to mention that Yang Ling was still in a state of war, so they could only tear off their badges and proofs and let them be buried in peace.

In these difficult years, countless heroes of the Anti-Japanese War lay in obscurity on this land that they defended and shed their blood, protecting the prosperity and strength of the nation and the well-being of the people.

"Take off your hat - salute!"

As the slightly hoarse voice of the deputy battalion commander's smoking gun sounded, the surviving brothers of the third battalion stood up and took off their hats one after another, and saluted the last military salute to these sacrificed brothers.

The sacrificed brothers were hastily buried in this nameless village, Yang Ling they soon embarked on a new journey, comrades sacrificed, but this battle was not over, they still have to put away their sorrows, muster up courage, continue the unfinished task of the sacrificed brothers, and defend this broken mountain and river.

The death of dozens of brothers filled every living brother with rage, and after leaving the village, they pursued the retreat of the Japanese army to avenge their blood vengeance.

Anger made the brothers forget hunger and fatigue, and they had only one belief in their hearts at the moment, that is, to catch up with the group of bitches and slaughter them to commemorate their sacrificed comrades.

The brethren were heavy on their feet and out of breath, and even though they had strengthened their strength after a winter of training, they were still tired from the long pursuit.

"Deputy, deputy head of the regiment...... Devils, devils are ahead. When Yang Ling and the others chased after them for about a few hours, the scouts who were running in front came back panting to report.

Hearing that the devil was in front of them, the tired and breathless brothers were immediately shocked, and they pulled the bolt of their guns one after another, put the guns on fire, and prepared to go over and kill them.

"How many devils are there?" Yang Ling asked with a serious face.

The scout replied, "About a hundred people, and some carts."

Hearing that there were only more than a hundred devils in this group, a fierce murderous aura flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he called the officers in the battalion together, and quickly arranged combat tasks.

Liu Yidao and Wang Huzi each led more than 100 brothers to outflank from both flanks, while Yang Ling led the remaining brothers to break through the central force in an attempt to completely annihilate the Japanese army.

This Japanese army did not stop after a victory in the nameless village, but retreated directly in the direction of Neihuangcheng, and they grabbed another village along the way, and at this moment the ox cart was full of looted things, so the speed of retreat could not help but slow down.

The weather in May was unbearably hot, and the Japanese captain sat on a slowly moving ox cart, his clothes open and constantly wiping the hot sweat, and his heart was very irritable.

They were accustomed to attacking and attacking, but this time they were chased by the Chinese army and retreated all the way, which was not a good feeling.

The carload full of goods that they robbed also made him unhappy, this time their troops suffered a lot of losses, only one of their squadrons ran out when the situation was not good, and the rest were all broken, thinking of last night's nest battle, he couldn't help but want to curse.

"Hurry up!" The Japanese captain shouted loudly, urging the soldiers who were rushing to the car.

"Hey!" The soldier who was driving the cart heard the reprimand of the captain behind him, and hurriedly bowed his head heavily, speeding up the ox cart.

"Bang-"

The Japanese soldier who was driving the cart had just whipped the black ox pulling the cart, and before the second whip had fallen, suddenly a dull gunshot rang out.

The scorching bullet whistled and pierced the soldier's left ear, spurting out a large mass of blood from his right ear, and his body shook and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Whoosh-"

"Dada-da-"

Suddenly, dense gunfire rang out all around, and the Japanese soldiers who were dragging a large number of looted supplies were caught off guard, and those rampaging bullets instantly overturned a large part of the Japanese army.

"Poof!"

"Ugh!"

"Poof!"

The Japanese soldiers were constantly pierced by the whistling bullets, wailing and falling to the ground, and the wounded were also wailing and convulsing on the ground, and the road was chaotic for a while.

"There's a man on the left!"

"On the right too!"

……

When the Japanese soldiers were attacked, they quickly fell down and fought back, but to their despair, they found that they were surrounded.

The whistling bullets frightened the oxen pulling the cart, and the big black bull launched a frenzy regardless of it, running towards the distance, and the Japanese captain on the ox cart was thrown away with the supplies, and fell down heavily.

There were also Japanese soldiers lying on the ground shooting, and the ox cart that suddenly rushed over made them look frightened and wanted to dodge, but it was too late at this moment, and they watched the ox cart crash over, their heads were crushed by the cow's hooves, and the sticky brains flowed out.

The battlefield was chaotic, and the Japanese machine gunners set up the Type 96 light machine gun and the crooked light machine gun, and fired back in the direction of the attack, trying to block Yang Ling and them, but in the face of the angry brothers, the Japanese were constantly shot to the ground.

The Japanese captain fell from the ox cart, fell dizzy, his face was also cut by sharp stones, and his face was suddenly covered with blood, he lay behind a corpse, watching the rain of bullets flying on the battlefield, his heart was angry, he was attacked.

"Grenadier! Hit the left, the first squad to capture the left! The Japanese lieutenant quickly regained his composure and loudly ordered to prepare to capture the left first, and then counterattack.

The grenadiers in the Japanese army immediately took advantage of the cover of the corpses and debris, half-crouched on the ground, adjusted the shooting scale, and fired grenades to the left with a tom.

"Boom!"

The grenade landed on the low hill on the left, blowing up the turf and lifting the dirt, and then throwing it high into the air, filling the air with smoke.

"Bah, sharpshooter, let's beat the devil's little steel cannon for Lao Tzu!" Liu Yidao's roar rang out.

In fact, without Liu Yidao's orders, the sharpshooters from the sniper platoon had already turned their guns and aimed at the Japanese grenadiers that posed the greatest threat to them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

"Poof!"

"Ahh

"Poof!"

One by one, the Japanese grenadiers fell to the ground, and the remaining ones were so frightened that they did not dare to continue firing on the spot, and hurriedly hid behind the tattered grain trucks.

"Little devil! Let's eat guns! ”

The deputy battalion commander also set up the Type 24 heavy machine gun at this moment, and he pulled the trigger with his finger, and the furious bullets swept towards the Japanese grenadiers.

"Poof!"

The wheels were destroyed by heavy machine gun bullets in an instant, and the Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind watched as the heavy machine gun bullets penetrated and shattered the vehicles, smashed the food in the sacks, and then tore their own bodies.