The sporadic gunshots rang from far and near, getting closer and closer to the place where Yang Ling and them were ambushing, Yang Ling lay on a pile of dead grass, unhurriedly raised his gun and aimed at the winding path hidden in the darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the palm of his hand touched the cold body of the 38 big cover, all Yang Ling's distracting thoughts faded like a tide, and his spirit became more concentrated than ever, he lay on the dry grass and perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, like an excellent hunter waiting for the prey to take the bait, calm and full of patience.

Yang Dashu led the machine gun squad to a stop about fifty meters on the left side of the winding path, he unfolded the bipod of the Type 96 light machine gun and placed it on a raised mound of earth, the gauge was closer, and there were no obstacles in the firing range except for low weeds, and the distance of fifty meters was enough to beat the unsuspecting enemy into a sieve.

Another captured crooked light machine gun was put fifteen meters away from him, the machine gunner was a pure novice, and the familiar machine gunner had long since died, Yang Dashu didn't expect this novice to provide much support, just hoped that the machine gun would sound to scare and scare the devil.

Qin Shou's true thoughts in his heart at the moment were how far he could run, but Yang Ling was a superior commander, so he had to stay and fight devils.

But he had already made up his mind in his heart that if he couldn't beat it, he would immediately wipe the soles of his feet with oil and slip away, after all, his own life was much more valuable than a devil, and he couldn't afford to throw his life here for an irrelevant friendly army.

Yang Ling and the others didn't wait long, and in the deep night, an embarrassed figure stumbled along the winding path, turning back from time to time to delay the enemy's pursuit.

Looking at the figure running away in embarrassment, Yang Ling immediately had a judgment in his heart, this was an experienced veteran, because that familiar tactical dodging action was not something that a panicked recruit could do.

The old smoking gun is really tired enough now, he doesn't know how far he ran while running, but the more than ten devils behind him can't get rid of it at all, just like kraft candy biting back, which makes him anxious.

Chirp –

The bullet grazed the head of the old smoking gun, and without fear, he hurriedly turned around and fired the only bullet left in the chamber, and then turned and ran again.

Watching the bullets scurrying around the old smoking gun, Qin Shou, who was hidden in the weeds, also sweated for the old smoking gun, he was so embarrassed, and he dared to turn around and shoot back, what a man.

The figure of the devil has appeared in Yang Dashu's field of vision, one, two...... He counted a total of fourteen devil soldiers with steel helmets, and he gently pulled the handle to prepare for the fight.

Da Da Da –

The Type 96 light machine gun suddenly began to howl, and the tongue of fire suddenly bloomed, and the continuous trajectory of the light tore through the deep night, and poured towards the devil soldiers who were drawn into a line.

The attention of the devil soldier has always been the figure running away in front of him, and he didn't expect the rain of bullets splashed in the oblique thorn, and the devil who stopped and raised his gun to aim at the old smoking gun subconsciously turned his head.

I only saw tongues of fire erupting in the distance, and then his body seemed to be pushed violently, staggering back, and then pouring, and there were already a few more blood holes in his chest that were bubbling with blood.

Ahh

A devil let out a terrible howl, and his shoulder was hit by a bullet, and he rolled into the weeds on the side of the road.

Yang Dashu's shoulders trembled violently with the butt of the rifle, and the muzzle of the gun with a tongue of fire began to move clockwise, fanning along the dark line to shoot the devil soldiers who were panicking and dodging in the barren grass and shallow pit on the side of the road, and in the darkness of the poof, people kept wailing and falling to the ground.

The crooked-handled light machine gun in the new heavy's command also rang out, and the throbbing trajectory extended out of the path, splashing the grass and filling the smoke and dust, but it didn't even brush the side of the ghost soldier.

There were panicked screams of devil soldiers, the sound of penetration, falling, and moaning, and the silent night suddenly became noisy.

Qin Shou and others, who were ambushed on the other side in a straggler situation, also pulled the trigger and fired their guns, and some devil soldiers were immediately shot and fell to the ground.

The machine gunner of the devil soldier was beaten into a sieve in the first wave of bullets, and the sub-machine gunner immediately pulled the machine gun and began to return fire, desperately trying to suppress Yang Dashu's shot.

But as a smoking grenade landed crookedly at the feet of the devil soldiers, there was a violent tremor in the darkness, and the devil machine gun immediately fell silent.

The old smoking gun had rolled into the weeds on the side of the road at this moment, and the sudden sound of gunfire really scared him a lot, thinking that he had crashed into the ambush of the devil, but when he heard the screams from behind, he knew that he had gone lucky and met a friendly army who did not know the number.

The old smoker was lying flat in the grass, panting heavily, listening to the fierce gunfire in his ears, and suddenly felt that this was the most beautiful music in the world, which made him enjoy it incomparably.

More than a dozen devil soldiers were immediately overturned in the face of the surprise attack, and the remaining devil soldiers who lay on the ground did not care about their injured and fallen companions, and carefully crawled through the dry grass and shallow pit in the barrage to try to get out of the battlefield.

"Rush!"

As soon as the sound of the machine gun stopped, Yang Ling let out a low shout, straightened up with a bright bayonet, and rushed out into the smoke.

The soldiers who followed behind Yang Ling also flashed their bayonets glowing with cold light, and launched a charge with a roar.

A ghost soldier who was shot in the thigh saw Yang Ling rushing over with a bayonet, grabbed the heavy 38 cover and tried to lift and shoot, but Yang Ling, who stepped forward, kicked the gun in his hand away, and the bayonet hung low and stabbed without hesitation.

The shouts of the charge sounded all around, causing the remaining devils to panic, and they got up and turned to run in the strange screams of a detachment leader, although they believed in the spirit of bushido, but they would not be stupid to stay where they were and wait for death.

Looking at the ghost soldiers who fled in a hurry, the country in ambush. The soldiers are willing to let them go, the so-called cutting grass must be eradicated, if these devils run away and attract a large number of devils, then they should be in trouble, so they immediately pursue.

After all, a few of the ghost soldiers who escaped could not escape death, and they were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The army brothers were worried that the devils were pretending to be dead or not dead, so they made up for it with bayonets and completely annihilated this group of devil soldiers.

The battle ended quickly, and without Yang Ling's orders, the soldiers themselves went to pick up guns and scavenge for bullets and food.

"Hey, the devil is dead, come out."

The old smoker heard someone shouting, so he got out of the wild grass in embarrassment, and when he saw the devil who died on the ground, he was also secretly frightened, and the devil who chased him all the way was so easily cleaned up?

Seeing the gray-faced old smoking gun, Yang Ling showed a strange look: "Company Commander Zhou? ”

"Huh?" The old smoker didn't expect that someone would know him, and he looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar face looking at him with a smile.

"Yang Ling—" The old smoking gun also recognized Yang Ling.