The thousands of arrogant devil soldiers of the Maruyama Brigade spent a torturous night in the quagmire mountains, but fortunately, when the day came, the elusive sneak attackers disappeared without a trace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Rao is every devil soldier is fierce and scary, but after all, people's physical strength has a limit, and the continuous combat has made them extremely tired, and with Yang Ling and their withdrawal, the devil's tense nerves finally relaxed.

After a short period of sorting out and counting the casualties, the faltering team of devil soldiers began to move again, although they were still exhausted, but the expressions on their faces were obviously much more relaxed.

Although the trap of true and false on the road ahead still exists, in the face of those experienced elite search troops, in the past hour, there has been no news of any casualties.

The heralds of the brigade headquarters rushed to the front of the team along the mountain road, spreading the news of the 106th Division approaching the group, and the morale of the team was significantly better, and many troops erupted in beastly cheers.

As the day dawned, there seemed to be more good news, so that these devil soldiers who had been in panic all day long finally recovered a little spirit.

The cannon behind him rumbled, and the gunfire was getting closer and closer, and it was the troops of the 74th Army that were pursuing in hot pursuit.

But the devil soldiers marching on the mountain road did not worry too much, because the brigade commander Maruyama Masao had already sent a major Mori team to block it.

Although the blocking force of the Senzhong Brigade was broken through several openings last night, the 74th Army, which had pursued it, also exhausted its strength in the fierce battle of Minshan and was not able to expand the results.

As several reinforcements passed, the rearguard line broken by the 74th Army was once again impregnable, and the two sides fought as they went.

The ghost soldiers who had not been attacked were obviously in a much better mood, and when they heard the constant roaring explosions behind them, they swore viciously.

When they arrived at Ruichang, they received the ammunition and returned to recoil, giving them a good lesson about the Chinese troops who were advancing inch by inch.

The retreating Maruyama Brigade dragged for more than ten miles, Ono Ichiro's avant-garde brigade was almost out of the mountains, and the Mori Brigade behind His Royal Highness was still fighting with the pursuing 74th Army more than ten miles away.

During the day, Yang Ling and the others lost their reliance on sneak attacks on devils, and the brothers who had been playing all night in ping-pong returned to the scheduled meeting point one after another.

In a damp forest covered with rotten leaves, the tired and haggard brothers came back with a little excitement, and they came back in twos and threes, and some of them were in whole shifts.

When they arrived in the woods where they were scheduled to meet, some people were tired and collapsed on the ground and fell asleep, while others leaned against the stumps and chatted excitedly with each other's achievements last night.

They kept sneaking up on the devil's troops last night, and each of them made a lot of gains, and the joy of victory covered up the exhaustion of their bodies.

"You don't know that the devil was blown up by us, so he almost called us grandpa." Some brothers waved their arms in high spirits, and their spit flew widely.

"We didn't fight badly, I killed at least ten devils, or even more, it was dark every day, I ran away after fighting, and then I didn't bother to count."

"I also killed a devil who was an official, so I hid in the grass on the side of the road and stabbed him to death with a knife, but the devil didn't catch up with me." "Fake devil" Wang Dongming also proudly showed off.

"You fake devil, you can really do it." The surrounding brothers all cast a praising look at Wang Dongming, a brother who is usually a crepe man.

The veterans who had gone through the ghost gate countless times also came back one after another, and they seemed more calm and sophisticated, sitting down and resting with their eyes closed and no longer talking.

But the brothers all know that these veterans are very tight, and they will definitely kill no fewer devils than them.

Wang Huzi and his platoon commanders also came back in a hurry, most of them brought more than a dozen brothers, and they also brought heavy weapons, which caused the greatest damage to the devils.

The brothers who were still alive all returned to the forest where they had been scheduled, and some of the brothers did not return, and they died in the mountains when they attacked the devils.

"Regimental deputy!"

"Sir!"

Yang Ling also came back dressed in camouflage, with a strong smell of blood, and the blood stains that could be seen by the naked eye made the tattered military uniform even more torn.

"Deputy of the regiment, you are injured." The medical platoon commander Xizi saw the blood stains on Yang Ling's body, and hurriedly rushed up to ask him to check, and the hearts of the surrounding brothers also raised their throats.

"It's all the blood of those brutes, I'm fine." Yang Ling stretched out his hand to stop Xizi from groping around on him, so that the brothers could rest their minds.

The brothers who came back were all haggard, blackened, and some were bloodied, and the old brothers, Wang Huzi, Junzi, and the blacksmith were still there, but the size of the team was much smaller.

There will be casualties in a war, and even a battle that can no longer be grasped cannot be avoided, but compared to the previous desperate battles, their casualties have dropped a lot.

"Write down the names of the brothers who died, and report them back." Yang Ling instructed the adjutant.

The war was still going on, and it was inevitable, and the only thing Yang Ling could do was to report the sacrificed brothers, and then their families would be able to receive a pension in exchange for their lives in the local county government, which was the only thing they could do.

The brothers have long been accustomed to life and death, especially those veterans who have come from the ghost gate countless times, they have become numb to casualties, and they mechanically complete one task after another, fighting one battle after another, until they are killed or the war is over......

"Brothers, you fought very well last night, killed a lot of devils, and played the prestige of our Chinese soldiers! Let the little devils taste our awesomeness, you are good. ”

Yang Ling gave a thumbs up to these scarred brothers, and on the battlefield where human life was in a hurry, this was what they deserved.

The brothers were praised by Yang Ling, the chief, and these iron-clad men were very happy and excited, after all, this was a recognition of their achievements.

Although they did not fight the devil desperately to get such an innocuous praise, the brothers could not help but straighten their chests and feel proud.

"The 9th Division where the Maruyama Brigade is located fought each other when we were in Shanghai, the so-called is not a rivalry, this time they collided in the hands of our brothers, we can't let him go!"

Although Yang Ling and the others had already gnawed off a large piece of meat from the Maruyama Brigade last night, Yang Ling also discovered the dilemma of the devil's lack of ammunition, and he didn't want to let them go.

"Chief Yang, just say how to fight, our brothers will accompany you to the end!"

Zhang Heizi, who was stabbed by the devil in the shoulder, hung his left hand weakly, but his tone was extremely firm.

The combat quality of the brothers of their original security regiment is not as good as that of these veterans in Yang Ling's troops, although they are mainly responsible for leading the way of the attack squads, but they also have a lot of losses.

Zhang Heizi is now completely inseparable from the little devil, so as long as he fights the devil, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he dares to rush forward.