Although Niu Dagen and his brothers did not participate in the war during the day, they were full of energy, and they were suitable to participate in such a night raid and harassment battle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Yang Ling didn't know what their combat ability was, and they hadn't gone through the run-in of the battlefield, so in addition to Niu Dagen and them, he also let several surviving brothers from the sniper platoon participate in the operation.

"Report!"

"Come in."

Wang Zikun, who was covered in a sour smell, walked into the humble command post with a few brothers: "Deputy regiment, all the brothers who are still alive have come over." ”

Yang Ling raised his head, looked at the three mud-colored brothers standing behind Wang Zikun, and nodded with a heavy heart.

When he first created the sniper platoon, he selected 20 brothers from the regiment who were excellent in marksmanship and all aspects, and prepared to use them as the basis to form a special operations force capable of performing decapitation, infiltration behind enemy lines, reconnaissance and other capabilities.

However, due to the constraints of the conditions and the fact that they had been on the march to fight, there was no time for them to conduct training, and before the battle, Commander Wang Yaowu promised that after the battle, he would allocate funds and weapons and ammunition to him, so that he could start training.

But this battle is not over yet, and there are only a few of the twenty brothers with excellent combat ability left, how can it not make Yang Ling's heart ache.

But in this cruel battlefield, everything is helpless, the merciless bullets are raging, and no one can guarantee that they will survive, because this is the battlefield.

"Have you eaten dinner?" Yang Ling looked at several brothers and asked with concern.

"After eating, I picked up a can from the little devil, and I ate it all." One brother replied with a smile on his face.

Yang Ling turned his gaze to several other people: "What about you?" ”

"Sir, we've eaten too." They stepped forward to answer.

Looking at their tattered but upright bodies, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sense of pride welling up from his body, with these brothers who are not afraid of difficult death fighting with guns, the little devil will not want to exterminate China.

"We're going on a harassment mission tonight, can you still keep fighting?" Looking at the tired faces of the brothers, Yang Ling asked tentatively.

"Sir, just give the order, we can still fight!" Although the brothers fought bloodily for nearly two days and one night, when they heard that they were going to fight devils, they suddenly became refreshed as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Okay, after tonight's attack, you can rest tomorrow, so you don't have to fight." Yang Ling also knew that the human body had a limit, so he made a promise to them in advance.

Soon Niu Dagen also arrived at the headquarters with ten brothers and three Czech light machine guns, and Yang Ling made arrangements for them in advance.

"We are going to attack the little devils this time, and no one can act without my order." Yang Ling first admonished them, worried that stealing chickens would not be a loss of rice when the time came.

The brothers are also veterans who have participated in countless battles, so they naturally know the rules of the order and prohibition, and they all nodded in unison and agreed.

After Yang Ling gave another explanation, after the regiment commander Zhang Handuo came back from the inspection of the position, he greeted the regiment commander Zhang Handuo before personally leading people to act.

After they greeted the sentries, the group quietly approached the devil's camp under the mountain under the cover of night.

The moon was once again covered by the heavy clouds in the sky, and it was pitch black, and Yang Ling and the others would step on the corpse on the ground if they didn't pay attention to it, and the cold and stiff corpse made people's scalps tingle in such a dark night.

But fortunately, there were large and small fires burning on the battlefield, although they exuded the smell of burnt corpses, but it also kept Yang Ling and their eyes from blackening.

They walked in the darkness on the edge of the thunderbolt and burning fire, and soon found the bushes about a few hundred meters away from the little devil's camp and hid themselves.

They quietly poked their heads out of the bushes to observe the camp of the little devils, and saw that behind a large area of fortifications made of trenches and sandbags, dark tents were densely distributed in a large area of slightly flat area.

Seeing that the little devils were sleeping in a warm and comfortable tent, while the brothers were sleeping in a trench full of dead people, Yang Ling felt that if he didn't give the little devils a good look tonight, he would really be sorry for them.

More than a dozen crackling fires were lit fifty meters away in the open space in front of the devil's fortifications, and it was obvious that the little devils were also preparing for the night attack of the Chinese army.

If someone really wants to attack at night, then the light emitted by those fires can detect the enemy hiding in the darkness in advance, and I have to say that the little devil is also very smart.

However, the little devil made a mistake in his wishful thinking, Yang Ling didn't want to sneak attack them, but attacked them, tossing as much as possible to prevent them from sleeping well.

"You go to ambush on both sides, Wang Zikun, you shoot a devil first, and then come back here." Yang Ling turned his head to the other brother and whispered, "After he shoots the first shot, when you count to three hundred, you will kill another devil from the other side." ”

Wang Zikun and another brother understood, grabbed the rifle, and quickly disappeared silently from Yang Ling's field of vision.

"Set up the machine guns, and if the devils chase after them, cover their retreat." Yang Ling commanded behind him.

Soon three Czech light machine guns were mounted on the ridge and aimed at the Devil's fortifications over there.

After Wang Zikun got Yang Ling's order, he crawled until he reached the back of a stone two hundred meters away from the devil's fortification, and then stopped, he gently pushed the bullet and loaded it, and began to aim at the devil's guard fortification behind the fire with half-squinted eyes.

The fire crackled and burned, and although the fire illuminated the perimeter and prevented enemy attacks, it also exposed the sentry of the devils behind the fortifications not far from the fire.

Three little devils were nesting behind the sandbags of a heavy machine gun and smoking, and the sparks of the cigarette butts flashed and flashed, which was very dazzling in the night.

From time to time, they looked up at the dark mountains, quietly without the slightest movement, and their faces were full of lightness, if it were not for the sound of gunfire at night, they would have even thought that the Chinese defenders on the mountain were dead.

Although they also suffered heavy losses during the day, the Chinese troops on the mountains were strewn with corpses under their artillery fire and aircraft bombardment.

Just as their captain Ichiro Ono said, get a good night's sleep and recharge their energy, and tomorrow they will be able to rush up the mountain and kill all the remaining Chinese soldiers.

It is precisely because there are not many remaining Chinese troops on the mountains, and they are in an offensive position, so these devil sentinels will inevitably be paralyzed and careless.

According to the regulations, smoking and light control are strictly prohibited when on duty, especially at night.

But these devil sentries expected that the Chinese army had reached the end of their crossbows, and they would definitely not dare to go down the mountain, so they secretly smoked a cigarette after the commander was asleep to pass the long time on duty.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of gunfire rang out, Wang Zikun's shoulder was numb, and a scorching bullet had turned into a meteor and swooped out.

"Poof!" The throat of the little devil who was smoking was suddenly torn apart by the sound of bullets entering the flesh, and a stream of bloody arrows flew out.

The flying blood sprayed the face of the little devil next to him, and the little devil looked at the fallen companion and the warm blood on his face, and shouted bitterly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The other little devil reacted quickly, threw away the cigarette in his hand fiercely, pounced on the Type 92 heavy machine gun half a meter away, turned the muzzle, and pulled the trigger without hesitation in the direction where the bullet came.