The sun shone through the lead-gray clouds, but the cold wind was still howling, and the ghost soldiers lying on their stomachs in the cold wilderness still didn't feel any warmth.

The devil soldiers jumped into the water-filled paddy fields at night to pursue the guerrillas who attacked them, and the whole calf was wet and they ran as if they were unconscious.

But now that it was dawn and stopped, the cold from the muddy water soaked with their shoes and trousers made their teeth chatter, and they hated the elusive guerrillas, and they cursed viciously in their hearts, and they must use the most cruel means to make their lives worse than death.

The devil soldiers were arrogant, and the propaganda of domestic mobilization and the successive successes on the front line made their understanding of the war very superficial, thinking that as long as they showed their bayonets, it seemed that they could occupy towns and towns and plant the flag of the Great Japanese Empire.

But at this moment, when they were really deep in the battlefield, they realized that the propaganda said that the Yamato nation could easily conquer China was so ridiculous.

It is no wonder that the war has been going on, and they suddenly feel that the complete occupation of China is such a distant thing.

The morale of the devil soldiers is declining, the strength of the guerrillas is terrifying, the wet cold and lead-filled legs are exhausting them, their mental state has calmed down from the excitement, they just want to end this damn battle quickly, and then get angry and bake soaked shoes and socks with a fire.

However, it was clear that the battle could not end in a short period of time, and in a radius of ten kilometers, sporadic gunfire and explosions rang out from far and near, and everywhere was dangerous.

The devils don't know how many traps there are in this area, and they don't know how many forces their opponents have scattered on the opposite side, and now that the surprise attack plan has gone bankrupt, they can only lie down in dirt slopes and shallow pits, waiting for new battle orders.

Just across the ditch not far from the devils, the well-camouflaged guerrilla officers and soldiers observation post was also carefully reconnoitring the movements of the devils, and in the hidden field fortifications behind, at least one platoon of officers and men were ready to fight at any time to block the devils from crossing the river.

The officers and men of the guerrillas at the forefront have been dismantled into small combat units of squads and platoons, which stand guard everywhere and support each other, forming a defense system in depth.

In this way, it not only avoids too much loss caused by the devil's artillery attack because the troops are too concentrated, but also achieves the effect of blocking and delaying the devil soldiers layer by layer.

Often, after capturing a guerrilla position, the devil will find that there is a new target waiting for them to attack a few hundred meters away, so that the devil is tired all the time, and eventually becomes a tired army.

The devil soldiers had been attacking forward all morning, and every time they attacked a guerrilla position, they would encounter fire from several other directions, but the devils were still stubbornly attacking forward.

But by noon, the devil soldiers could no longer fight under the erosion of cold and exhaustion, and the blood-stained devil soldiers had been highly tense and less and less concentrated.

As a last resort, the captain of the devil brigade, Takashi Hirayama, removed the troops that had been serving in assault missions with heavy losses and replaced them with new ones.

In view of the tragic lesson of the morning, the new attacking troops did not rush to attack any longer, and they waited for the guerrillas on the opposite side to show their flaws, and for the guerrillas to come and harass them.

In the reeds, there were two hundred elite devil soldiers, and they were ready to attack.

Several guerrilla officers and men dressed in weed camouflage came from the left flank, quietly touched a ditch, and hunched over to the edge of the temporary resting place for the devils.

"Oops, our brother has touched the devil!"

The guerrilla observation post, which had been observing the movements of the devil soldiers on the other side of the river, suddenly became nervous when they saw the wriggling grass balls that suddenly appeared near the devil's resting place.

In addition to the guerrillas who held their positions in squads and platoons, there were also many scattered guerrilla groups operating alone.

These guerrilla groups belong to lone wolves, they are more flexible in combat, and they have a lot of autonomy when and where to attack the devils, some groups may lurk all day for an attack, and some groups will attack the devils frequently, and each group has a different combat style.

Although these scattered guerrilla groups are very flexible in their operations, they also have some shortcomings, that is, once they are scattered, they are difficult to gather and concentrate.

Moreover, even if the headquarters has new information, it is very difficult to inform them at the first time, and in many cases, it is entirely up to the guerrilla groups to decide whether to fight or withdraw, and this is a very risky task for exercising the ability of the commanders of these lone wolf guerrilla groups.

When the brothers in front saw the guerrillas approaching the devil soldiers, the brothers at the observation post were very nervous.

Because they knew that there was an ambush of devil soldiers in the reeds not far from this guerrilla group, they knew it, but this guerrilla group that suddenly appeared did not know about it, and was still touching that side, completely throwing themselves into the net.

"What should I do, there's a devil in ambush over there."

Seeing that the guerrilla groups on the other side were still moving past, the brothers at the observation post began to sweat nervously.

"Don't go over, don't go over."

The brothers at the observation post shouted in their hearts, but the guerrilla groups on the other side could not hear it, and were still approaching the danger.

"Shoot the warn!"

One of the brothers at the concealed observation post did not care that he and the others would be exposed, and he clicked the bullet into his load, and pointed his gun across the river and pressed the trigger.

"Bang!"

A dull shot rang out, the muzzle of the gun jumped violently, and the brothers at the observation post opened fire.

The guerrilla group on the other side of the river, which was feeling the devil soldiers resting and preparing to attack, was also startled, and quickly lay down on the spot, looking back in the direction of the gunfire.

The ghost soldiers hiding in the reeds had already been loaded, and when they saw these guerrillas approaching, they had already shown their hideous faces, but the gunfire stopped the guerrilla group, and the face of the devil commander looked a little angry.

"Run! There's a devil over there! ”

Although they were far away, the brothers at the observation post jumped up from the hidden ground as they fired, and shot in the direction of the devil's resting place as they ran.

"What are they shouting?"

The guerrilla brothers who were lying on the ground looked at each other, running and jumping on the other side of the river, full of doubt.

"I can't hear clearly, it's too far away......"

"No matter what they shout, prepare the explosive bag, they attract the devil, we just want to give the devil a big gift!"

After a slight pause, the brothers of the guerrilla group moved forward again, crawling forward to reach the nearest outpost of the devil on the surface.

Seeing the brothers who were moving in the direction of the devil again, the brothers at the observation post on the other side shouted hoarsely, but the howling cold wind drowned out their shouts.

"Da Da Da! Da-da-da-da! ”

Just as the guerrilla brothers were approaching the outpost, a machine gun suddenly rang out, and a barrage of bullets flew from the inconspicuous reeds next to them, and landed around them, splashing grass clippings.

"Poof!"

The dull sound of bullets crashing into flesh sounded, and several of the brothers who were prostrate on the ground became live targets, and the bullets swept over them, blood splattered.

Every battle on the battlefield is life-and-death, even if it is a veteran who crawls out of the sea of corpses and blood, he may die in an inconspicuous battle in the next moment.

A few brothers who were about to attack the devil died before they could scream, and they were covered in bullets and bloody holes.

The leader of the "Uh......" guerrilla group was also shot, at least more than 10 places, and his whole body was gushing with blood, but he held on to his breath.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the dead brothers who had been shot and did not move, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he finally understood now what the brothers on the other side were shouting, but unfortunately it was too late to understand.

The devil soldiers had already pounced with bright bayonets, and their hideous and violent eyes were full of murderous aura, the devils were beaten too aggrieved, and they finally caught such a good opportunity.

The devil soldiers rushed to the front, and they raised their bayonets and stabbed them without saying anything, and they wanted to vent their suppressed anger.

"Huh! Clear! The sound of the bayonet entering the flesh kept sounding, and the bayonet fell and was pulled out, dripping with blood.

"Boom!"

The leader of the guerrilla group, who had only one breath left, pulled the grenade tied to his body with difficulty, and let out a terrifying scream of horror at the devil who stabbed him with the bayonet, and was blown away in a radial form in the roar.