Under the gray sky, the wheels of the car crushed against the potholed road and made a heavy creak, and an arrogant sun flag was planted on the grain cart at the head of the car with a loud sound in the wind.

More than 30 puppet soldiers and devils detained a long line of grain trucks and walked leisurely in the direction of Qinghe Town, which was the military rations collected from Xiaowangzhuang and was ready to be sent back to Qinghe Town.

In order to ask for merit and reward in front of the devil, and regardless of the life or death of the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang, Liu Liang, the vice president of the maintenance association, scavenged every grain of grain that Xiaowangzhuang could find and prepared to sacrifice it to the devil.

Even if all the grain was scavenged, it was still a little short of 100,000 catties of military rations, so Liu Liang ordered people to take away the villagers' chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle.

Although the villagers of Xiaowangzhuang are crying and pleading, for Liu Liang, who is eager to show loyalty to the devil, where can he care about the life and death of the villagers of Xiaowangzhuang.

Therefore, behind these heavy grain trucks, there are cattle, sheep and fat pigs detained by the Liu family, and the whole team is full of smoke and dust.

And behind them, Xiaowangzhuang is a mess, crying, the people of Xiaowangzhuang are not rich, and now they don't even have the most basic living security.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to get a lot of good things when I came out, if only I could go to the countryside every day."

The puppet soldiers carried guns on their backs, walked lazily, and had a triumphant smile on their faces, and each of them had a bulging purse.

When these puppet soldiers were collecting grain from house to house, they were rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and all valuable items fell into their pockets.

The unarmed people resisted slightly, and there was a burst of heavy smashing and punching and kicking of gun butts, and in the face of these devils' minions, the people dared not speak out.

"The things are well hidden, if you go back and are seen by the company commander, you have to smoke some, that is the master who eats meat and does not spit out bones." There are also puppet soldiers who hide the stolen money in the insoles without moving.

"Thank you, big brother, for reminding me."

The puppet army, who had been reminded, thanked him and stuffed the ancestral bracelet he had snatched from a villager's house into his arms.

For the small actions of the puppet army, the devils naturally look at it, but they don't bother to care, because the good things have been taken away by them, and what is left for the puppet army is just something they don't look down on.

"Thirteen devils, fifteen puppet soldiers, more than a dozen people dressed in people's clothes, also carrying guns, should be the Liu family's family, there is a crooked light machine gun on the second grain truck......"

On a small earthen hill with lush grass, three guerrilla scouts dressed in barren grass camouflage were observing from a distance the devil's grain convoy slowly moving on the main road.

"You go and report to the chief, and they will say that the devil will be there for them in ten minutes."

"Yes—"

Soon, the grass shook gently, and one of the brothers slid backwards down the mound and ran swiftly along the reeds to the east.

There have been no guerrillas in Qinghe Town for a long time, and the so-called Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, which is closest to Qinghe Town, is only entrenched in Xiaoxinzhuang and does not dare to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

Therefore, the little devils in Qinghe Town also relaxed, and such a few people dared to swagger on the road with the grain truck, after all, there was no force that could threaten them in this area.

But these little devils didn't know that a company of guerrillas led by Yang Ling had already laid a trap for them in front, waiting for them to drill inside.

Although it was only ten minutes away, the little devil walked slowly for fifteen minutes, and the oxen pulling the cart were also exhausted and panting by the heavy grain on the cart.

"Tuanza, the devil is here!"

Seeing the erected sun flag appear in the field of vision, Wang Huzi's face showed excitement.

Yang Ling also gently opened the safety of the shell gun, and commanded in a low voice: "Listen to my order to shoot again, and kill the machine gunner in the second car first when you fight." ”

After this period of special training, the guerrillas were able to use their camouflage techniques, and they were covered in weeds and reeds, and even their bayonets were smeared with mud to prevent reflection.

At this moment, they were lying quietly on the side of the road, their guns pointed at the devils and puppet soldiers who came over, and the bullets were loaded, waiting to be fired.

The devils of Qinghe Town belong to the 13th Brigade Regiment of the Independent Mixed Brigade, and as a combat force in the occupied area, their combat quality is naturally inferior to that of the field soldiers who fought against the Chinese army on the front line.

However, Yang Ling and the others still did not underestimate the devil, and took out the attitude of the eagle fighting the rabbit with all their strength, a full combat company, one hundred and fifty guerrilla officers and soldiers, and the other company went to Zhangjiaji, it can be said that the strength occupies an absolute advantage.

Besides, now Yang Ling is in the dark, and the devil is in the light, if he fights a surprise attack, he is eighty percent sure.

The wheels of the turning cars creaked on the potholed road, and the puppet soldiers were still gathering together in twos and threes to talk and laugh quietly, ready to go back and sell the valuable things and go to the kiln to be happy.

The thirteen little devils were energetic and vigilant and watched around from time to time, but now in the golden autumn season, there were rolling hills and withered grass as far as the eye could see, and it was boring to see.

"Hit!"

Just as the grain transport team was listlessly walking towards Qinghe Town, suddenly there was a loud shout in the dry grass on the side of the road.

It didn't matter if it was called, but it scared the little devils enough, and they hurriedly took off their guns as if they were conditioned.

But now there is no time, when Yang Ling shouted and attacked, the three Czech light machine guns commanded by the deputy company commander blacksmith had already fired tremblingly.

"Dada-"

The short three-point shot, the whistling bullet shattered the wild grass in the ballistic path, the debris flew everywhere, and then went straight to the devil without abating.

"Poof!"

The body of the devil soldier who was picking the gun from his shoulder burst into a bloody mist, and then involuntarily rolled to the ground, kicking up dust.

"Enemy attack! Enemy ......"

The devil's soldier shouted and threw himself into the ditch by the road, but a stray bullet pierced his head, and then his body slammed into the ditch, splashing a large stream of muddy water.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The dull sound of the rifle was mixed with the crisp sound of machine guns, and it instantly enveloped the devils and puppet soldiers exposed on the road.

Under such a sudden attack, the devils and the puppet army were immediately killed and wounded, and they were all wailing.

Liu Liang, the vice president of the maintenance association, was also frightened, and hurriedly got under the grain truck, and was so frightened that he trembled like chaff in the face of bullets that kept splashing mud and dust near the grain truck.

The devil's machine gunner tried to set up a machine gun to fire back, but before he could pull the bolt away, his body was beaten into a bloody hole and he fell off the grain truck.

"Ahh It hurts! ”

The wounded puppet soldier rolled on the ground with his bloody wounds, and his shouts immediately drew a string of bullets, which quickly turned into a bloody corpse as the flesh splattered.

The two remaining little devils hid behind the grain cart and tried to resist, but their marksmanship was quite accurate, and the two brothers who were fighting did not pay attention and were actually injured by them.

"Fuck, give me a grenade to blow them up!" When Wang Huzi saw that some of his brothers had been wounded, he immediately became angry.

Soon, several smoke-emitting grenades swirled over the grain cart and landed behind it.

Seeing the grenade that landed behind his buttocks, the two remaining devils suddenly burst into flames and hurriedly pounced out.

"Boom, boom!"

A large burst of gunpowder smoke rose up, and the two devils were shaken out by the sweeping wave of air, leaving only a bloody flesh and blood on the ground and snorting.

And in the barren grass and reeds on the side of the road, the brothers rushed out one after another with their guns, regardless of whether the people on the ground were dead or alive.