There were no stars in the dark night, and the cold night wind exuded a chill, Yang Ling sneaked towards the temporary camp of the devils with the remnants of the soldiers, and from time to time someone tripped over the grass and stones and made a muffled sound, Yang Ling had to slow down and wait for them to keep up with his pace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The devil's temporary camp was stationed in a leeward depression, more than a dozen tents were scattered and scattered, on the gentle slope on the east side, a devil with a rifle in his hand was looking vigilantly, and in the grass three hundred meters to the west of him there was a devil's secret sentry.

Yang Ling's pace seemed to be slow, but the speed of the march was very fast, and the eight remnants of the soldiers behind them were all slightly breathing, although Yang Ling's body was weak, but he knew how to adjust his breathing rhythm, but he was not so tired.

When there were still hundreds of meters close to the devil's temporary camp, Yang Ling stopped, raised his right hand and made a stop gesture to the back, followed by Yang Ling's old smoking gun still hit Yang Ling's back, and he almost fell, but fortunately, Yang Ling quickly held it up.

Although the remnants of the soldiers behind didn't understand Yang Ling's gestures, they saw that the old smoking gun almost fell to the ground, and they all subconsciously stopped.

Yang Ling had to gather the remnants of the soldiers, pointed to the gentle slope not far away, and lowered his voice and said, "Stay here and don't move, I'll deal with the sentinels." ”

After giving orders to the remnants, Yang Ling handed over the captured 38 Dagai rifle in his hand to the old smoker, and he dived into the darkness with a sharp bayonet.

In the grass on the west side of the gentle slope, a devil's secret sentry was vigilantly observing the surroundings, and no wind and grass could escape his eyes, but he didn't know that danger was slowly approaching.

The location where this devil's secret post hides is very good, not only has a wide field of vision, but also the grass here is dense, and it is not easy to be discovered, although he is very well disguised, but in the eyes of Yang Ling, the former falcon king, it is like the king's new clothes, there is nothing to hide.

Lying on his stomach in the cold grass, the moisture from the ground made the devil sentinel's abdomen feel extremely uncomfortable, and he moved his somewhat numb legs to lie down on his stomach in a more comfortable position.

He suddenly heard some noise in the grass behind him, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow coming towards him, and before he could react, a sharp bayonet flashed in his eyes, and he felt a chill in his neck, followed by a black brain, and he lost consciousness.

Yang Ling carefully placed the devil's body flat in the grass, untied two melon grenades hanging from his body and put them in his pocket, and then quietly touched the devil's sentry standing on the gentle slope on the east side.

The devil sentry standing on the gentle slope was condescending, and his vision was more open, Yang Ling touched it silently, and stabbed into the devil's heart, but this time it was a miscalculation, the devil did not die immediately, and turned over and pressed Yang Ling under him.

The power of the devil is surprisingly large, like an enraged beast while croaking and screaming, while pinching Yang Ling's neck with both hands, Yang Ling was in a hurry to touch a stone and smashed it towards the devil's head, and the huge impact force made the devil dizzy.

Yang Ling took the opportunity to turn over, pulled out the bayonet on the devil's chest and stabbed it into the devil's neck, and a stream of warm blood sprayed Yang Ling's face, but Yang Ling couldn't care so much, and the devil's shouts had already alarmed the rest of the devils who were sleeping.

Originally, Yang Ling wanted to get rid of the sentinels of the two devils, and then they passed quietly next to the devil's temporary camp, so as to avoid startling the snakes, but he didn't expect that this devil's heart would grow on the other side.

"Get me the machine gun!" Yang Ling quickly yelled at the old smoking gun, and at the same time unleashed the devil's grenade and ran up the gentle slope.

The devil's reaction was not unpleasant, from the time the devil sentry screamed to Yang Ling's running up the gentle slope in less than two minutes, they had already rushed out of the tent with the 38 big cover rifles.

The devil's melon grenade belonged to the impact trigger fuse, and Yang Ling's two grenades slammed into each other, and then aimed at the devil who ran out of the tent and threw it over.

Two violent explosions and flames flashed between the devils' tents with a rumbling sound, dazzling in the dark night sky, and the scorching waves of air swept the devils within ten meters around them to the ground like autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the explosives sprayed everywhere made the devils let out a ghost-crying wolf-like howl.

Yang Ling didn't care to watch his results, it was another bump, and the remaining two grenades were also smashed out, and the violent fire burst out again, and the dirt and stumps and flesh were splashed in all directions, and several large craters were suddenly blown out of the depression, and the devil's tent was also torn apart by the explosion.

At this moment, the old smoking guns have run up the gentle slope from behind, and when they saw the devils who had not yet been killed, they hurriedly fell down and began to pull the bolt to shoot, bang, the gunshots were particularly harsh in the night, and the bullets dragged the streamer into the devil's camp, like a dancing elf in the night.

Yang Ling snatched the crooked machine gun in Luo Dayong's hand, and swept from left to right at the devil who was lying on the ground and was not dead, and the blood splashed everywhere, and the twenty-round magazine hit at least seven or eight devils, but in fact, the casualties of the devils were six dead and five wounded.

The magazine was pulled out by Yang Ling and thrown to Luo Dayong, who was stunned: "Hurry up and reload!" Saying that, another magazine full of bullets had been loaded with machine guns, and the roar of the machine gun sounded again, and the scorching bullets poured towards the devil, this time Yang Ling fired from right to left, the muzzle of the gun became shaking regularly, and blood splashed again.

The devil was blown up by the grenade, and before he could react, he was strafed by a two-wheeled machine gun, and immediately suffered heavy casualties, and the surviving devil began to aim at the gentle slope and release the gun, and the bullets hit the mud on the gentle slope.

Yang Ling ran out of bullets in a magazine again, and a team of more than fifty devils had already been reimbursed, the wounded and disabled, and the terrible screams mixed with the roar of the guns and bullets made the place noisy.

"Rush with me!" When the third magazine was finished, Yang Ling clicked the bloody bayonet into the lock of the 38 big cover, and rushed towards the devil's temporary camp under the gentle slope with a roar.

"Rush-" The old smoking gun and the others saw that Yang Ling had already rushed down with a bayonet, they hesitated slightly, and also cheered themselves up, and rushed down the gentle slope after Yang Ling with a roar.

The devil's camp has become a mess at this moment, the air is filled with the choking smell of gunsmoke, Yang Ling just rushed into the smoke with a bayonet, and hit a devil head-on, and a longitudinal bully to the front bayonet pierced the opponent's abdomen without hesitation.

Thrusting, drawing the knife, Yang Ling's movements were smooth and smooth, and the devil was already curled up on the ground with his stomach covered.