Finger-thick machine gun bullets whizzed over, and Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who was shouting loudly, was so frightened that he subconsciously turned around and ran.

But when he turned around too quickly, the soles of his feet slipped, and with a bang, a dog gnawed on the mud, and before he could struggle to get up, a big foot stepped over him.

"Ahh

A stumbling person stepped on Han Feihu's hand, grinning his teeth in pain and letting out a painful howl.

"Big brother, big brother, are you okay?"

Fortunately, a few henchmen quickly dragged Han Feihu up from the ground, otherwise he would have to be trampled to death by the chaotic crowd.

"Bastard! That god-killed trampling on Lao Tzu! ”

Han Feihu was helped up, looking at the chaotic retreating crowd, roaring angrily.

But in this screaming, chaotic and scared crowd, Han Feihu's words were directly ignored, and it was too late to save his life, who could care who stepped on him, so angry that Han Feihu's face turned pale.

"Bang!" Han Feihu raised his hand to the sky and shot it: "Stop it all for Lao Tzu, whoever runs away again will kill whoever Lao Tzu!" ”

At this moment, the machine gun on Yang Ling's side fired a shuttle of bullets and stopped, and Han Feihu finally stabilized the chaotic team.

Soon, the officers and men of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, which was uneven, gasped and lay on the ground, looking at the black muzzle of the machine gun on the roof not far away, and patting their heaving chests and palpitating.

The tremor of the machine guns had left a shadow in their hearts, and when they first fought with the little devils, several machine guns of the other side burst out of the people who rushed up to them like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

The brother who had been beaten all over the bloody hole was dead in an instant, and they were all afraid when they remembered it now, and now the guerrillas even had such machine guns, and this battle was a fart.

Yang Ling watched the hundreds of people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade leaning over in such a dark and oppressive manner, and let the machine gun team shoot to scare and scare them.

But who knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was so vulnerable, as soon as the machine gun sounded, they were so frightened that they were in a mess, if they really fought, I am afraid it would be over by now.

Seeing that although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was a group of wrecks despite the large number of people, Yang Ling's tense face also eased, it seemed that he was overestimating the combat effectiveness of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

At that time, seeing such hundreds of people coming over with great momentum, although Yang Ling was not afraid, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, if there was really a conflict, even if they won, it would probably be a miserable victory.

And now Yang Ling has no such worries at all, fighting with such a group of rabble, it is completely enough for them to be cleaned up by a combat company.

However, this Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is also a friendly army under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, and it is best if there is no conflict.

If they really toasted and didn't eat and drink and dared to come hard, Yang Ling didn't mind giving them a hard lesson.

Even if the time comes, he is not afraid, after all, Zhangjiaji is their guerrilla zone, and the other party is looking for trouble, can't he fight back?

Han Feihu originally wanted to come over and get back to the field, but who knew that the other party would break their momentum with just one shuttle of bullets.

Now seeing his subordinates lying on the ground and not daring to move, Han Feihu is also angry, regretting why he usually didn't pay attention to training, and now he is embarrassed.

"Boss, they, they seem to have several machine guns."

A henchman cautiously poked half of his head out of the pit to observe, and then said tremblingly.

"Lao Tzu is not blind yet, I want you to remind Lao Tzu!" Han Feihu scolded angrily.

At this moment, on the roof of Zhangjiaji, at least four or five machine guns were found on the roof and on the wall, but what about the ones hidden in the dark? I'm afraid it's just a little more.

The guerrillas had such a strong strength, which made Han Feihu feel that he was careless, and he rashly attacked without investigating the other party's situation, and now it has become difficult to ride a tiger.

If you really let your gang of wastes attack, I am afraid that before I rushed into Zhangjiaji, I would be suddenly attacked by those machine guns, and I am afraid that I would have to be the commander of the anti-Japanese national salvation brigade.

But now that he has come, if he goes back like this, he can't hang his face, his prestige is lost, how can he lead his troops to fight in the future, he is in trouble now.

"Boss, what are we going to do?"

Now they are in a dilemma, they can't lie on this cold ground all the time, these officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade all looked at Han Feihu, waiting for him to make a decision.

Damn, if Lao Tzu knew what to do, what would he be doing here, Han Feihu glared fiercely at the confidant who asked and ordered: "Set up all the guns for Lao Tzu, they don't dare to come over!" ”

How did this sound like defense, but Han Feihu's henchmen didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly shouted: "Set up all the guns, ready for battle, machine guns, machine guns." ”

"It's coming, it's coming."

The Heavy didn't know where his hat had fallen in the confusion, and he crawled from behind the ridge with a machine gun in his arms.

"Rack up the machine gun for me!"

"Yes," the Heavy replied, and then set the gun up.

"Please speak to your Captain Han Feihu!" As soon as the machine gun was set up, someone shouted from Zhangjiaji's side.

"Captain, that's what I'm calling you." The henchman looked at Han Feihu, who didn't dare to come forward, and reminded.

Han Feihu looked at the brothers around him and looked at him, he was the captain, although he was scared, but now he had to come out and reply, who made him the commander.

He took a deep breath and rubbed for a long time before poking out half of his head from behind the dirt pit, and seeing that Yang Ling and they had no intention of shooting, he cleared his throat and prepared to reply.

"I am Han Feihu, lieutenant colonel captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade......"

Although Han Feihu was strong and calm, his trembling tone still could not hide the fear of Yang Ling and them in his heart.

"Captain Han, I remember that your jurisdiction is in Xinzhuang, right?" Yang Ling asked coldly.

"Yes, yes."

In the face of Yang Ling's preemptive questioning, Han Feihu's momentum inadvertently weakened again, leaving only a reluctant answer.

He now regrets it in his heart, he knew that the guerrillas had become so strong, there were four or five machine guns on the surface alone, and he dared to come and touch the tiger's buttocks.

Although they have the name of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, after all, they are behind enemy lines, and in the face of the blockade of the little devils, the Chinese regular troops lack weapons and ammunition, how can they take care of them.

So until now, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade only has a Czech light machine gun purchased at a high price from the black market.

The bullets are even more pitiful, less than a hundred, and they are usually like baby bumps that they dare not use, and they are only taken out at critical moments to scare people.

However, in the face of the guerrilla 3rd Brigade, which has many machine guns, how can they be frightened, and their Czech light machine gun, which lacks bullets, can only comfort itself.