The remnants of the devils and puppet soldiers were cleaned up by the guerrilla brothers like chopping melons and vegetables, and the battle was soon over, and the rain had subsided all day.

The devils and puppet soldiers of Kameda's squadron fought for a day in the quagmire field, and both mentally and physically reached the limit, and their morale and combat effectiveness continued to decline.

Now in the face of the ambush of the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had the advantage in strength, they were finally beaten to the ground and became a corpse lying on the ground.

The gunfire became sparse, and occasionally one or two fleeing devils fled into the distance, but more guerrilla officers and soldiers pursued them.

"Light the torches! Search for remnants! ”

Now the dead and wounded of the devils and the puppet army, the guerrilla officers and soldiers did not need to hide and tuck, and soon, the blazing torches illuminated the night and made the cold wilderness a little warmer.

Under the light of the fire, in the wet fields and farmlands, there were the corpses of puppet soldiers and devil soldiers, and they were all covered in gunsmoke and bloodstains, and they didn't look like people anymore.

Although the brothers were hungry and cold, they had won the battle, and they cheered and hugged loudly one by one to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The little devils wanted to destroy the guerrillas with great momentum, but after only one day of fighting, the officers and men of the guerrillas not only smashed the encirclement and suppression of the devils, but also killed and killed countless enemies.

The fleeing devil stragglers were also brought back by the brethren who chased them, but they were all dragged back with corpses, and there was not a single living mouth.

"Report to the group, the defenders of the devils and the puppet army have all been wiped out by us!"

Although the deputy battalion commander blacksmith was not good at words, he saw Yang Ling coming over surrounded by brothers in the guard platoon, and he still excitedly stepped forward to report.

Yang Ling smelled the pungent smell of blood in the air, and looked at the crooked corpse of the devil puppet army, and his tense face eased.

In the past, when their troops fought with devils, they not only had backup, but also flank cover, and he didn't need to take care of the supply of various weapons and ammunition.

And this was the first large-scale counterattack operation against the devil puppet army after he became the commander of the Third Guerrilla Detachment.

If they were defeated this time, not only would the small base area they had just created be captured by the devils, but the people who supported them would also suffer, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, now the devils have been repulsed, and they have killed and injured a lot of devils, seized a lot of weapons and ammunition, although they also have their own losses, but it can still be regarded as a big victory.

"Treat the wounded and clean up the battlefield, I have already instructed the logistics to make a hot meal for the big guys, after everyone cleans up, finish eating, and have a good rest!" Yang Ling's angry voice rang out in the wilderness.

"Well... Ho ....." The scarred partisan brethren cheered with joy, and their movements became neat.

"Beard." Yang Ling watched the brothers clean up the battlefield happily, and turned his head to greet Wang Huzi, who was busy in the distance.

Wang Huzi ran over and said happily: "Tuanzao, what do you have to say?" ”

"Send a few brothers in the direction of Qinghe Town to see the situation of Camp Commander Wu and them, it stands to reason that they should also withdraw."

Although the battle was won here, Yang Ling's heart was still worried about Wu Changqing and them, worried that they would be bitten by the devils who came back to help.

"Yes!" When the king answered, he called some of his brothers and went east to inquire about the news.

But what Yang Ling didn't know was that Wu Changqing and the others not only completed the task of attracting the devils to come back, but also hit an ambush on the way back, so they were delayed, and now they are also rushing back.

Although the rain has stopped, the whole area is now a swamp full of traces of battle, and many places have been trampled into mud.

Those farmlands destroyed by the battle will have to be repaired by the time, otherwise it will be difficult for the people to grow crops in the spring of the next year, these are the things that Yang Ling needs to consider next.

"Tuanzao, what should I do if I catch a few devils and wounded soldiers, and they refuse to surrender?" Just as Yang Ling was commanding the brothers to clean up the battlefield, staff officer Lei Xiong rushed over.

These devil wounded soldiers were all wounded during the blacksmith's ambush, and although they were captured and captured, they struggled there all the time, and they didn't know what to say.

Now Wang Dongming, who can speak Japanese, has not come back with Wu Changqing, and those students who are in blood Japanese will have some simple vocabulary, and communication is a problem, and Yang Ling is also frowning.

"Are there any interpreters among the puppet army captives?" Yang Ling asked.

Staff officer Lei Xiong spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and said, "That unlucky ghost was shot in the head by a bullet. ”

Yang Ling's gaze shifted to the disarmed devils, who were still staring fiercely at the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were guarding them, and some people actually tried to snatch the guns, but they were smashed to the ground by the butts of the guns.

Seeing that these devils had become captives, and they couldn't even let go of the arrogance in their bones, Yang Ling's heart was angry for no reason.

"Blacksmith, you're going to take care of them." Yang Ling shouted to the blacksmith.

"Yes!" The blacksmith's face was fierce, and he took a saber from the hand of a guerrilla officer and soldier, and strode over.

A wounded soldier saw the blacksmith carrying it and walked over, and even tried to grab the knife, but the blacksmith cursed and kicked it into the muddy water.

"Hold it for me!" The blacksmith commanded as he pointed to the screaming devil.

The two guerrilla officers and soldiers dragged the devil out of the muddy water, stood up and knelt down in front of the blacksmith, who picked up the saber and aimed it at his head and swung it down.

A stream of warm blood splattered into the blacksmith's face, and under the light of the torches, the blacksmith with his face looked particularly vicious.

When the surrounding guerrilla officers and soldiers saw the blacksmith holding a knife and looking at the devil, they all shuddered in their hearts and did not dare to look at it again.

After a few clicks, the little devils who were unwilling to surrender all became headless ghosts, and the blacksmith handed the bloody rolling saber to the brother next to him, as if it were no one, which made the guerrilla officers and soldiers involuntarily fear him a little more.

"Long... Sir, isn't this too cruel......" Staff Officer Lei Xiong shrank his head and said with some fear.

Yang Ling shook his head and said: "We don't need mercy for the beasts, since we don't surrender, then we are the enemy, do you still want to be a bodhisattva for the enemy?" ”

Lei Xiong heard the dissatisfaction in Yang Ling's words, and laughed dryly: "Then you must kill them all, and you can't leave trouble." ”

"Okay, you go back and inform Deputy Captain Zhang to let him prepare the meal, the brothers are also hungry." Yang Ling commanded Lei Xiong.

The brethren quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and all but eleven prisoners of the puppet army of a squadron and a company of the devil's rearguard were annihilated.

In this small-scale annihilation battle alone, nine grenadier canisters were captured, 11 light machine guns with crooked handles, and hundreds of pistols and rifles were captured, with very little ammunition left.

Seeing so many weapons seized, the brothers of the guerrillas also secretly smacked their tongues, no wonder they could not move after several hours of fighting.

The devil was fucking equipped, and the officers and men of the guerrillas were completely in the sky and one underground, and the two battalions of the guerrilla detachment had less than twenty light machine guns.

The little devils of the people had a light machine gun in a small detachment of thirteen people, and the reinforced detachment was also equipped with grenadiers, and if they hadn't played it properly, I don't know how many brothers they would have to lose to destroy them.