Lurking in the cold field in the middle of winter, the cold that invaded the bone marrow was eating away at the brothers' fighting power, and although they tried to curl up in the foxhole, they still did not feel the slightest warmth.

The experienced veterans will keep their stiff, cold hands and feet under control with slight movements that are barely visible.

But more of the recruits and brothers are stiff and cold, and they have lost consciousness in the face of cold and stiff hands and feet, and some even have sleepiness, and their eyelids are fighting and they are drowsy and hallucinating.

Fortunately, Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander in the camouflage of wild grass, patrolled around like a wriggling snake, discovered the bad state of the brothers, and asked the brothers in the adjacent foxhole to take care of each other to prevent any brothers from really falling asleep.

If you sleep in this cold and biting field, even if you wear cotton clothes and smear lard, you may be frozen to death.

In the more than 10-decade battles against the Japanese invading forces, the Chinese troops, which were backward in weaponry, fought the most at night melee and ambush warfare.

Because only in the dark night and sudden ambush operations, can the firepower gap with the devil be narrowed as much as possible and an acceptable exchange ratio can be achieved.

However, this exchange ratio is also relatively speaking, and in the face of those short, strong, and explosive devil soldiers, the Chinese officers and soldiers with yellow muscles and lean muscles and malnutrition actually have no advantage.

But compared to being bombarded by the devil's heavy artillery and not having the power to fight back, the melee with the devil can use a grenade to pull some pads, and every melee will have countless brothers strapped grenades to the devil's pile, although they know that it is death, but they still have no hesitation.

Melee combat is tragic, ambush warfare seems easy, in fact, it is not easy, in the early days of the war, a large inexperienced Chinese army is often discovered by the devil's sharp soldiers before they can enter the ambush circle.

Because the devil's spearhead soldiers are almost always marching in parallel in the field of one or two hundred meters on both sides of the road, once there is any wind and grass, they will be discovered, unless they have time to send the spearhead when they rush to help, but they will also fire reconnaissance.

Once the little devils found out that there was an ambush, then what followed was a brutal battle, and the Chinese army, which failed in the ambush, had to be evacuated and transferred immediately.

Because they can't compete head-on with the devils except for ambushes, the rapid withdrawal of each ambush failure will leave a force to cover and block the devil's pursuers, and these troops who leave cover are often completely annihilated.

Such ambushes failed on the Chinese battlefield almost several times a week, because many of the troops ambushing the devils are recruits, even guerrillas who have not undergone any military training, and the probability of being discovered by the devils in advance is very high.

But even so, ambush warfare is still one of the most effective ways to eliminate devils, and once it is successful, it is a big victory.

At this moment, Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander, led a brother from an infantry company to ambush in the field next to a small stream, waiting for the puppet army to come back.

Compared with those guerrilla units with mixed qualities, the guerrilla corps under Yang Ling has undergone at least a week of devilish training, and strict military discipline has been soaked to the core.

Although the recruits had heard of many cases of failed ambushes and were shivering from the cold, none of them dared to move, and even if they froze to death, they could only lie on the spot.

Once military discipline is violated, in the guerrilla corps that is forbidden by order, they may not even leave the battlefield before they are executed by battlefield discipline.

The guerrilla corps had both a warm and a ruthless side, because this was the army, and sometimes it was necessary to ensure the safety of the lives of the majority of the brethren by means of harshness.

"Here, someone's coming."

The observation sentry hiding in a tree spotted the smoke and dust billowing from the road in the distance, and after warning him, he slid down the tree like an ape, and quickly hidden.

There was a slight commotion in the field, except for the howling cold wind and the stream that flowed not far away, and soon the field was calm again.

The brethren were well disguised, and the shallow foxhole was just enough to keep their bodies level with the horizon, and their bodies were covered with floating earth and wild grass, and from a distance, it was just a field full of wild grass.

The enemy would never have imagined that the officers and men of the guerrillas would ambush them in such an unobstructed flat area, but the guerrillas took them by surprise.

In the telescope held up by Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander, more than a dozen puppet cavalrymen with big-brimmed hats were galloping along the road, their hooves rumbling and rolling up smoke and dust, and the ground trembled.

These more than a dozen puppet cavalrymen were scouts who came forward, and they were all wearing khaki cotton clothes, their faces were bruised from the cold, and they were constantly whipping their horses.

Behind these cavalry, smoke and dust were also billowing down, and the puppet army of the brigade was running forward, and a large flag marked with the five brigades and three battalions of the security army was swept and stirred by the cold wind.

The enemy who appeared was a battalion of the puppet army, at least five or six hundred people, and the weapons and equipment were very messy, which was what Liu Jinhu, the deputy battalion commander, observed from the telescope.

Although they only had one company, they were all equipped in the Japanese style, and the machine gun company temporarily transferred one heavy machine gun and three light machine guns to them, plus the original company was equipped with thirteen light and heavy machine guns alone.

In addition, there are several grenadier teams, half-hung sniper groups, and they are very densely lurking, by narrowing the firing surface, in order to achieve the effect of increasing the density of firepower.

They are so well equipped that if they were to say it, others would not believe that they were guerrillas, but in fact, they were a guerrilla force that had been killed in the flames of war.

"Put the spearhead over and hit the one behind." Deputy battalion commander Liu Jinhu was the commander of this ambush position, and after putting down the binoculars, he gave the order.

The command was passed alternately in the muffled voices of the lurking brethren, who were as well concealed as if they were part of the earth.

The cavalry reconnaissance squad of the puppet army only glanced at the field for a few times before swinging towards a reed in front of them, and they felt that the reed swing was more dangerous.

The process of ambush is also a process of fighting wits and courage with the Japanese puppet army, but this is very dangerous, and you will lose all the games if you are not careful.

The reconnaissance cavalry squad of the puppet army passed by, and the mighty puppet soldiers came over, and in the covered dust, they exhaled white air from their noses and mouths.

"Damn, these guerrillas are more tenacious than weeds, and they just finished cutting a stubble, and so many more pop up."

"Isn't it, we killed so many people a few days ago, why did we get out of another strand and enter Gaoyou, it's really fucking evil."

"Could it be that it's not the monkey who jumped out of the stone, and he is immortal, and now the ones who are attacking the city are the ones we killed before?"

Saying this early in the morning still made many puppet soldiers who heard this chill chill down their backs, after all, they are all Chinese, and they have been in awe of ghosts and gods since ancient times.

"What nonsense is the dog talking about, believe it or not, Lao Tzu jumped and threw you to feed the wild dogs!"

A triangular-eyed officer on horseback galloped by, raised his hand and whipped the puppet soldier who spoke.

The whip had beaten many captured guerrillas, and the whip was soaked in blood and turned a dark red, and the puppet soldier immediately had a blood cut out of his face, and he screamed in pain.

Although he screamed in pain, the puppet soldier quickly held back, because if he continued to scream, his life might be gone.

"Let's run faster, the ten who fall behind will all be shot!" The triangular-eyed officer's fleshy face shone with a terrifying glint.

The puppet soldiers who marched in a hurry early in the morning were as silent as cicadas in the face of the officer on horseback, with fear on their faces, and accelerated the pace of the march.

They didn't want to fall into the hands of this ruthless officer, and those guerrillas who were nailed to the tree by iron nails last night were the end, and they couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this.