The face of the devil Shaosa Higashi Shotaro became more and more impatient, and from time to time he looked down at the watch on his wrist, the hands were still turning rhythmically, and a full two hours had passed, and the rout of the branch that had disturbed them had not reappeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Did they withdraw? Or did you discover a trap you had set yourself? Shaozo Higashijotaro doesn't know, but with his understanding of the commander of this rout, he is not only decisive and aggressive, but also cautious and cautious, once he feels that it is dangerous, he will definitely smear oil on the soles of his feet and immediately start to fight, cunning like a fox, but Higashijo Taro is still waiting, hoping that this fox will bite the hook.

Time passed minute by minute, and the long and meaningless wait not only made Shaozo Higashi Shotaro impatient, but also the devil soldiers who were hiding in ambush around the camp were even more bitter, the ground was hard and cold, and the cold wind continued to pour into their clothes along the collar, and they were already numb from the cold.

Lying on their stomachs for a long time made the thighs of many devils numb and stiff, plus they chased Yang Ling all day, and they were sleepy and tired, and many of the devil soldiers who lay on the ground began to fight with their eyelids, and they began to droop and drowsy.

The atmosphere on the field where the cold wind was howling was weird, and the devil camp with tents was dead silent, not even snoring, only a few devil sentries with 38 rifles were shaking and looking around, and secretly cursed in their hearts why the rout soldiers who attacked the branch had not come.

In the tormented waiting, Shaosa Higashi Shotaro sat on the bed and fell asleep in a daze with his saber, his body slipped and almost fell to the ground, he opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it was almost a quarter of an hour, and there was no movement outside.

Higashijo Taro frowned, could it be that the defeated soldiers of China are really gone?

He called a shivering devil lieutenant into the tent and asked, "Is there any movement in the Zhina?"

The devil lieutenant shook his head, he also wondered, the defeated soldiers who were hiding in the shadows would attack them every half an hour, and now a full three hours have passed, but there is no movement, and their ambush has become an ornament, which makes him depressed.

After thinking for a moment, the devil Shaozo Higashi Shotaro stood up and took a deep breath: "We can't wait any longer, let the squadrons immediately withdraw and sleep."

The aimless wait was torturous and painful, and Higashijotaro was no longer ready to wait, for he knew that the soldiers were exhausted, and if they did not get a good rest, the pursuit of tomorrow would be greatly reduced.

"Sir, what if they attack again?" The devil second lieutenant frowned and asked.

Shotaro replied categorically and affirmatively: "They should not come again in the second half of the night, they have fled all day, and they are equally tired."

The second lieutenant nodded approvingly at Shaozo Higashijotaro's analysis, after all, the physical strength of the defeated soldiers is limited, they are very tired from pursuing all day, the people of China should not be much better, the attack in the first half of the night has surprised them, if they attack again in the second half of the night, then they will not have the strength to flee for their lives tomorrow.

The devil soldiers who were in ambush in the darkness around the camp all withdrew to the camp and began to rest according to the order, tossing and turning for most of the night, they were already tired like dogs, and they fell asleep when they lay down.

Although Shaozo Higashi Shotaro judged that Yang Ling and they should not come again, the guarding of the camp was still raised by one level, and there was a full infantry squad on standby.

Shaozuo Dong Shotaro also put his clothes back together and fell asleep, and was tossed by Yang Ling and them so aggrieved that he was aggrieved, and after a tiring journey, he fell asleep not long after.

Yang Ling was wrapped in a broken military blanket and lay in the dry grass and slept lightly, the howling cold wind woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he didn't know when the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, revealing starlight.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and he wanted to rest for three hours before attacking the ghost soldiers, but he didn't think of oversleeping, and the other brothers were also sleeping deeply, they were too tired these days.

"Wake up, wake up, get up." Yang Ling carried a gun and went over to wake them up one by one.

Liu Yidao wrapped the old cotton clothes on his body and made it, rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head and asked Yang Ling: "Battalion commander, what time is it-"

"It's already two o'clock, sober and sober, let's go and stab the devil a few more times, we can't let them sleep peacefully."

After Yang Ling and the others checked their weapons and ammunition, they quickly quietly approached the silent devil camp.

What Yang Ling didn't know was that it was precisely because they overslept and delayed the estimated time that they avoided walking around the ghost gate.

Soon, in the silent night, the guns rang out again, and grenades were thrown in several directions of the devil's camp, and the rumbling fires splashed everywhere, and some devils let out a terrible howl, which was particularly terrifying in such a night.

"Withdraw!" Yang Ling still implements the tactics of attack and harassment, wakes up the devil and withdraws, does not love war, does not fight hard, anyway, he can't let the devil sleep comfortably.

The devil soldiers grabbed their guns and got up angrily, and the good temper of such repeated attacks was also polished, and they couldn't see Yang Ling and their people, so they shot into the surrounding wilderness as if venting, banging and banging, a little annoyed and angry.

"Hehe, battalion commander, I'm afraid this devil is going to be angry to death." Hearing the dense and messy gunfire behind him, Liu Yidao grinned and showed his big white teeth, and smiled.

Someone gloated and echoed: "We have to let the little devils sleep restlessly, and see if they have the strength to chase us tomorrow."

"Battalion commander, should we go back to sleep or continue fighting?" Someone looked at Yang Ling and asked.

Yang Ling heard the sound of gunfire coming from the devil's camp, and said maliciously: "Let's go again in ten minutes, even if we can't kill and injure them, it's good to disgust them."

Now Yang Ling is really fearless, anyway, the main force of their rout has withdrawn to a safe place to rest, not worried about being retaliated by the devils, and the devil soldiers have a large number and a lot of baggage, so they are the best live targets.

With the cover of this dark night, as long as they are careful, they can unscrupulously harass the devil camp in order to achieve their goal of exhausting devil soldiers.

In the face of the behemoth of the devil brigade, Yang Ling didn't have such a big appetite to eat, but he could still do it by tearing off a piece of meat from time to time by sporadic beating, even if he couldn't hiss a piece of meat, it would be disgusting and disgusting, so that they couldn't sleep.

Yang Ling and they tossed around the devil camp all night, and only then did they evacuate when it was dawn, this devil soldier was tossed enough by them, and the devil soldiers who were tossed up again and again all had dark circles under their eyes and their faces were haggard.

And the devil Shaozo Higashi, who hasn't slept all night, has even more red and swollen eyes, and I don't know if it's angry or lack of sleep.

"Let's go! Pursuit! "The devil Shaozo Higashi Shotaro can't wait to vent the anger in his heart, and the branch in front of him is the best target to vent, and now that it's dawn, the initiative has returned to their hands.

The exhausted devil soldiers hurried on the road and rushed towards Yang Ling and their rout, wanting to be ashamed.

And Yang Ling and the other defeated soldiers had a good night's sleep, and their physical strength had recovered to seventy-seven or eighty-eight, and when Yang Ling and they retreated, a new day's retreat began.

Yang Ling and the rest of the attacking team enjoyed the best treatment, and they could keep up with the pace of the team on horseback.

When Yang Ling and the others struggled with the pursuing devil soldiers in the southern Jiangsu Plain area for their lives, in the field wounded soldiers hospital on the outskirts of Nanjing, the wounded old smoking gun who had withdrawn lived an unprecedented comfortable life.