In the endless countryside, the rain and fog made the vision hazy, and although the devil soldiers wore raincoats, they still had to lie on the wet and muddy ground from time to time during the battle.

The cold muddy water soaked through their uniforms, leaving them with cold, and their pale lips trembling in the cold pain.

But they did not dare to stand up at will, because the cold guns of the guerrilla snipers who roamed the countryside like ghosts would kill them.

The little devil was still very warlike at first, and he had the confidence that he would win this time to clear out the guerrillas, after all, the guerrillas had fled every time they saw them in the past.

But this time they encountered more stubborn resistance than ever before, the muddy road was cut into sections, and the white stream of water filled the gap, forcing them to abandon their cars and march on foot.

The muddy roads and the ubiquitous traps of the guerrillas made it extremely difficult for them to take every step forward.

They had already exhausted enough physical strength in the difficult battle in the morning, and now they seemed more and more powerless to fight in such a quagmire.

The situation of the puppet army is even worse, the devil soldiers can still be replaced in batches to rest, while they have to fight the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas all the time.

The guerrillas were sometimes scattered, and sometimes concentrated their fighting style made these puppet soldiers and their discomfort and trembling forward, for fear that a sudden cold gun would kill them.

The sharp increase in casualties and the harsh combat environment have caused the morale of the devils and puppet soldiers to decline rapidly, although they are still advancing, but they are already powerless.

Yang Ling had long been familiar with the rigid tactics of devils, and knew that they liked to break through in the center and outflank them at the same time.

In fact, the officers and men of the guerrillas had already arranged ambush circles on both flanks, and when the devil soldiers were rushing to flank them, they were greeted only by a rain of bullets.

After several repeated heavy casualties, Ichiro Kuroda, the commander of the devils, had completely abandoned the tactics of outflanking the flanks and concentrated his forces on advancing from the front.

But they were still overwhelmed by the attacks of the guerrilla officers and soldiers from the flanks, and although there were only a few casualties at a time, the frequency of the attacks was surprisingly high, almost every few minutes.

Don't the partisans need to rest and replenish their strength? This is Ichiro Kuroda's question.

In fact, the brethren of the 1st Battalion of the Guerrilla Brigade and the Guard Platoon, who were responsible for the frontal blockade, formed numerous combat groups, and they did not fight all the time.

Even if they were iron men, they couldn't hold up in such a high-intensity battle for hours, so they took turns to go up and fight the little devils.

Kuroda Ichiro's Devil troops did not have howitzers and other heavy weapons, nor did they have the cover of aircraft, and the muddy roads delayed their attack.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, they happened to become the whetstones for the training of the guerrilla officers and men, and after a morning of fighting, the recruits of the guerrillas had gradually adapted to the rhythm of the battle.

The first time they exchanged fire with the little devils, the new recruits of these guerrilla brothers were so nervous that they couldn't even shoot at the devils, and often couldn't help but shoot before they were given the order.

And now they have been able to aim, shoot, and shoot with a steady degree of accuracy, and the combat is allowing them to grow rapidly.

"Bang!"

The gunflame was particularly conspicuous in such a rainy and foggy weather, and a puppet soldier who bent forward to search fell to the ground in response, and fell heavily into the ditch filled with rainwater, splashing a large snow-white splash.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Da Da Da ......"

The devils and puppet soldiers who coordinated the search and advanced heard the gunshots, and the moment they heard the gunshots, they subconsciously fell to the ground, and began to fire back in the direction of the attacker.

Whizzing bullets rained down on a small area, causing mud to splash and jump, and a gray figure was dodging left and right under the pursuit of bullets.

He was very skillful in dodging bullets, and it was clear that he was a seasoned veteran, and the search team's counterattacks failed.

"Fuck, run away again!"

Seeing the guerrillas who attacked them disappear into the hazy rain and mist, some puppet soldiers scolded and stood up with their guns and kicked the mound full of mud.

The rest of the puppet army and devils were looking around tremblingly, worried that there was another lurker in ambush.

They did not dare to pursue them, because they did not know if there was an ambush in the rain and fog that they could not see, and the two previous sharp search teams chased them out recklessly.

But by the time they reinforced, the men of the two detachments had turned into corpses lying in the muddy water, and their bodies were all beaten into bloody holes, which made people shudder.

The two puppet soldiers laboriously dragged their companion who had fallen into the ditch, made him lie on his back on the ground, and after examining him, he painfully announced: "Dead ......"

This is already the first time that their companions have been killed? Tenth or twentieth? They don't remember well now, but every time they die, new people will be added to their search party.

"Come here on a stretcher, and another one is dead!" The puppet army squad leader of the joint elite search team of the devil and the puppet army waved his hand vigorously into the distance.

Not far behind them, two other troops fell behind them, ready to support at any moment.

Hearing the shouts, three men quickly grabbed the stretcher and bent over, and they carried the body away neatly, one of them left the search team in place of the dead.

The mood of the devil Shaosa Kuroda Ichiro is as bad as this cold rainy and foggy weather, and he has long lost his previous spirit.

Although there were more than 700 of them, and they seemed to have enough food and drink, they were stuck in this quagmire at the moment, like clumsy elephants, facing a thousand strange attacks like flies, and they were overwhelmed.

Although it is not painful, it is advancing slowly, and you may not believe it, but a full morning has passed before it only breaks through to the outskirts of Xiaohekou Village.

As for whether they can break through the resistance of the guerrilla detachment in one day and arrive at Xiaowangzhuang, the destination of this time, I am afraid only God knows.

The officers and men of the guerrilla detachment have changed their previous combat style of fighting to the death, but have become erratic, like wandering ghosts, making it impossible for the devils to guard against them.

Sometimes they appear in front of the devil soldiers, sometimes on the flanks, and sometimes stab the devil fiercely from behind, the devil will be ambushed in the chase, if you don't chase it, people will turn around and continue to beat you.

At this moment, everyone in the devils and puppet armies who are advancing forward is trembling, and their nerves are highly tense, because they don't know where the bullets of the attack are coming from, and there is a sense of danger.

"Report, there's Xiaohekou Village ahead."

After endless attacks, the Spearhead Search Detachment at the front finally reported good news.

Ichiro Kuroda took out his binoculars and looked ahead, and in the hazy rain and fog, a small village was standing quietly near a large area of farmland.

After marching and fighting in the rain and fog for so long, the devils and the puppet army urgently needed a dry place to rest and replenish their strength.

"Kameda-san, you go and take the village, where do we need to rest." Ichiro Kuroda commanded a devil lieutenant.

"Hey!"

Soon, Kameda's squadron quickly attacked and headed straight for Koheguchi Village.

Yang Ling's forward command had been set up here before, but with the gradual advance of the devils, they had to move away, turning this place into a battlefield.