"Kill—"

Before the smoke of the explosion had cleared, the guerrillas flashed their bayonets and pounced on the devils amid angry roars.

Bullets are expensive, and the guerrilla brethren have developed the habit of saving bullets, and almost always a round of fire is followed by hand-to-hand combat.

One by one, the sturdy bodies pounced on the road, and the resolute faces of the brothers looked twisted and hideous with anger, eager to chop up these devils and feed them to the dogs.

The remaining twenty or so little devils were covered in blood, and their companions were almost dead in the blink of an eye.

In the face of the guerrilla officers and soldiers who surrounded them on all sides, they also knew that their end had come, and they were struggling to the death.

They quickly formed several small battle groups back to back in groups of three or five, their bayonets standing in front of them, panting, staring at the guerrilla officers and men in a defensive position.

Some guerrilla brothers who did not know the depth of the guerrillas rushed upwards with red eyes, and with a fierce bayonet of the devil, they stabbed the brothers who rushed up to the ground.

"Mom, use bullets!"

The knife company commander is not a pedantic person, and he has long developed a flexible command style in guerrilla warfare.

Seeing that the devils had already formed a defensive battle group, the brothers couldn't bargain, and they didn't want to ink with the devils, so they directly ordered the use of guns.

The devil's back-to-back faces showed fierce light, and he thought about taking the opportunity to pull a few cushions, but when he saw the guerrillas pulling the bolt of the gun with a bullet, he immediately panicked.

Several devils glanced at each other, screamed strangely, and put bayonets on them with bayonets.

"Bang bang bang!"

It was too late for the devils to fight the bayonets now, and the speed of the bullets quickly penetrated their bodies, and a row of gunpowder smoke drifted by, and the devils were all paralyzed to the ground.

The guerrilla brethren also do not have any psychological burden of victory, after all, this is a battlefield of life and death, and it is the king to be able to protect themselves and kill the enemy.

The bayonets were mended, the guard posts were released, and the elated brethren began to clean up the battlefield.

The battle ended in less than five minutes, and a squad of more than fifty devil infantry was sent to meet Hades.

The brothers of the Sharp Knife Company suffered very little losses, except for the two unlucky ones who were killed by stray bullets, only one was stabbed by a bayonet, and the rest were not even scratched with skin, which can be described as a great victory.

"Hehe, the devil's smoke is good."

The brothers were so busy touching the smoke and bullets from the corpses of the devils that they were familiar with such things as cleaning up the battlefield.

Yang Ling also set a rule for the brothers of the Third Guerrilla Army, that is, all the things captured in the victorious battle, except for the guns and ammunition handed over to the headquarters for distribution, the rest of the things belong to whom.

Yang Ling's plan for the distribution of seizures greatly increased the enthusiasm of the brothers to fight, and if the brothers were lucky, they would be able to get a lot of things in one trip, and even if they returned to the countryside, they would be able to buy a lot of fields.

Of course, Yang Ling also has no way, who let them be behind the enemy line without supplies, they can't afford to pay the brothers, they can only rely on this method to unite people's hearts and maintain morale.

The brothers of the guerrillas were busy cleaning up the battlefield, and the company commander of the Sharp Knife Company, surrounded by two brothers with guns, walked straight towards Liu Jinhu, who was tired and paralyzed on the ground, panting.

Liu Jinhu and they were chased all the way by the devil, with heavy casualties, and now they can be regarded as the rest of their lives when they encounter knives.

Seeing the knives, they only had more than a hundred people to clean up more than 50 elite little devils like chopping melons and vegetables, and they were shocked while grateful.

You must know that the Yamaguchi Brigade belongs to the Devil Infantry mixed into the 13th Brigade, which is a strong force of the Kwantung Army, and the combat effectiveness of the Devil Soldiers is strong.

Hundreds of them were chased by more than 50 devils, and they had no way to enter the earth, and they were almost wiped out.

Who knew that such a strong devil could be eliminated so easily, and when Liu Jinhu looked at the equipment that saved them, he gasped even more.

Most of their guerrilla troops were made in Hanyang, old Mauser and some earthen guns, and many of them even did not have guns and carried large knives as weapons.

But the knives were all the 38 rifles, bullet boxes, water bottles, and suede leather shoes...... Except for the steel helmet and military uniform, it is almost no different from a devil.

Liu Jinhu would not be stupid enough to think that these things were given to them by devils, so with their strength in fighting devils, nine times out of ten they were seized from devils by themselves.

He has been taught the combat effectiveness of the devil, and it is desperate to capture and equip the devil from the devil.

Liu Jinhu is now more and more frightened, what kind of army is this, it has such a strong combat effectiveness, Rao is desperately searching his mind, but he can't get any answer.

After all, in this realm near Huaiyin, Xiang such a powerful force should be very famous, why did it suddenly come out.

This is not to blame Liu Jinhu and them, but Yang Ling and they have always been low-key, secretly recruiting and buying troops in Yangjiawan and Xiaowangzhuang, and the various guerrilla areas have been cut by devils, and the news cannot be spread, so they naturally don't know.

Yang Ling's several battles with the devil were also fought recently, the so-called raising troops for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, after a few battles, the combat effectiveness of this unit has risen gradually.

Just as Liu Jinhu was panting and lying on the ground looking at this disciplined and combat-strong unit, he saw a young officer with two guards coming over.

Whether it was to thank the other party for saving his life, or to deter the other party's strength, Liu Jinhu didn't dare to hold it up, and took the initiative to stand up.

Liu Jinhu saw that although the knife was young, it was heroic and sonorous, but the other party was not wearing a military rank, and he didn't know whether to salute or not.

Yang Ling's third guerrilla detachment was expanding too fast, and the ranks were currently vacant, and they were ready to find the commander of the column to make up for it when the time came.

"Hello sir."

Although Liu Jinhu didn't salute, the head of the sharp knife company recognized Liu Jinhu's dirty major rank, took the initiative to bump his feet and stood upright, raised his hand and shook a standard military salute.

"Hello." Liu Jinhu was also stunned, and immediately raised his hand seriously to return the salute.

But now they looked so embarrassed, they wanted to shake off the prestige of the chief, but they found that they couldn't shake it, and their hands just raised when they saw the knife put down, and they also put down their hands stupidly.

"Sir, may I ask what is the number of your unit?"

The knife also saw Liu Jinhu's embarrassment, but he still maintained a good demeanor and asked politely.

"I am Liu Jin......hu, the major and head of the first detachment under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column," Liu Jinhu replied in 1510.

Hearing that the person in front of him turned out to be the detachment leader at the same level as Yang Ling, the knife was also stunned, thinking that he was so embarrassed, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

"It turned out to be Chief Liu, fortunately." The knife shook hands with Liu Jinhu neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Little brother, which unit are you from, thanks to you this time, otherwise I, Liu Jinhu, am afraid that I would have died today." Liu Jinhu is also full of gratitude to the knife.

Daozi replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Back to Chief Liu, we are subordinates of Commander Yang Ling of the Third Guerrilla Detachment, and we are being ordered to assemble in Huaiyin County. ”

"You are the 3rd guerrilla detachment?"

Liu Jinhu was also stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, and then remembered that it seemed that the third detachment seemed to have changed the captain, and he had never met the new detachment leader Yang Ling.