Liu Yidao and the others quietly left the village, trying to outflank them on both wings according to Yang Ling's order and deal with the devils stranded outside the village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the commander of the task force, Ying Xiao, was a shrewd person, and when he saw that Teng Tian and the others who had entered the village to investigate had not come out for a long time, he realized that there was danger, and the strong man broke his wrist, so he did not hesitate to lead people to withdraw, so that Liu Yidao and them pounced.

"Damn, this little devil is a dog, why is his nose so smart."

Liu Yidao scolded and put away the gun, they seemed to have enough strength to hit the cotton with a fist, and there was no sound, how uncomfortable and uncomfortable they felt in their hearts.

"We've met an opponent."

Qin Shou held the torch and carefully inspected the surrounding situation, the flattened grass proved that there were indeed people here, and the devil might have smelled it and ran away, which made him a little annoyed.

The devils who were stranded outside the village realized that there was an ambush and slipped away, and the situation was quickly reported to Yang Ling, making Yang Ling realize that they had encountered a strong enemy, and this devil's vigilance was too strong.

At the same time, his brows were furrowed, full of curiosity about this devil, it stands to reason that they are now the defeated side, with the arrogance of the devil soldiers, the pursuing devils will generally attack them, but this devil does the opposite, avoiding them, which is very puzzling.

This group of devils disguised as the rout of the National Revolutionary Army marched towards Nanjing, and there were traitors along the way to help replenish supplies, could it be that they were carrying out some secret mission?

Just as Yang Ling was frowning, the old cigarette gun walked into the room with a bloody gauze wrapped in his head.

"Brother Zhou, who are you?" Seeing the blood oozing from the gauze wrapped in the old cigarette gun's head, Yang Ling raised his head and looked puzzled.

The old smoker cursed a little angrily: "Damn, those devils who were fooled into the village were fiercely tight, and in order to catch the mouth, they injured several of our brothers."

Hearing the words of the old smoking gun, Yang Ling realized that this devil may really be extraordinary, the old smoking gun has been on the battlefield for many years, and he still has two brushes in his hands, otherwise he would not have lived until now.

But now, in order to catch the mouth, he was injured by the devils who resisted, which can only show one problem, this devil is a carefully selected elite, and his strength is not ordinary.

He asked with concern, "Brother Zhou, your injury is out of the way, right?"

"Skin trauma doesn't get in the way." The old smoker said, "It's just that most of the devils have been stabbed to death by the angry brothers, and only two are still gasping."

"Where's the devil?"

"Outside." He shouted outside, and the two devils were escorted into the house.

Through the dim light in the room, Yang Ling could see clearly the two people who were dressed in tatters. The devils in military clothes were still stained with blood, and at this moment they were cutting their hands behind their backs, and their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, obviously receiving a lot of hospitality.

"Woo-" The devil's mouth was stuffed with rags, and he was tied up like a rice dumpling, but he was still struggling, and his small eyes revealed a fierce light, like a fierce beast, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

The devil soldiers are not comparable to the Chinese soldiers of the same period in terms of combat effectiveness and willpower, although these two devils were arrested, but the fierce appearance made Yang Ling sigh helplessly, this deformed nation has gone crazy.

"Take the cloth off and let him speak." Yang Ling commanded the old smoking gun.

The old smoking gun reluctantly stepped forward, and saw the struggling devil kick twice before reaching out to remove the rag from his mouth, and the devil glared at him fiercely, making the old smoking gun very angry, and he raised his foot and kicked again, but was stopped by Yang Ling in time.

Yang Ling stared at the devil and said, "Tell me your position and the mission you are carrying out this time, I can consider not killing you."

Tengtian, who was covered in blood, was still arrogant, raised his neck and said in fluent Chinese: "Zhina, it is our bad luck to fall into your hands this time, but as imperial soldiers, we are ready to be loyal to Your Majesty at any time, and you don't want to get any information from us!"

The old cigarette gun took out a shell gun and put it on Tengtian's head, threatening: "Hey, grass you mother's little devil, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, right, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will kill you now!"

Teng Tian faced the muzzle of the gun on the top of his head, without the slightest fear, and glanced at the old cigarette gun with disdain, the meaning is obvious, you have the ability to shoot, the angry old cigarette gun is itching, and I can't wait to really shoot him.

Yang Ling had expected the devil's answer, but he was not angry, because he clearly knew that the willpower of these devils was extremely tenacious, and if he asked what to say, he would not be a devil.

"Are you going to Nanjing?" Yang Ling asked tentatively.

Teng Tian's face still did not change when he heard this, but his suddenly tense body betrayed his nervous heart, and the corners of Yang Ling's mouth hooked up a sneer, it seems that his tentative guess was really correct.

Seeing the smile on the corner of Yang Ling's mouth, Teng Tian realized that he had exposed his inner thoughts and snorted coldly.

What are they doing in Nanjing? Yang Ling fell into deep thought, and he asked guessily, "You want to take the opportunity to seize my defenders' position?"

With the lessons learned, this time Tengtian did not change anything.

Yang Ling asked again: "You want to attack the headquarters of our army?"

"Kill me, I won't say it!" Teng Tian was now a little afraid of Yang Ling's dark and deep eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, making him feel like a transparent person.

"You're really calculating." Yang Ling laughed, laughing so hard that Tengtian was beating a drum in his heart, could it be that he had exposed his thoughts? But I didn't say anything.

In fact, Yang Ling didn't guess Tengtian's purpose this time, but seeing Tengtian suddenly become nervous, he smiled knowingly, it seems that this devil really wanted to attack the Chinese defender headquarters in Nanjing.

"Take it down." Yang Ling waved his hand at the old smoking gun, he had roughly guessed the purpose of this ghost soldier, although he was not sure, but it should be eight or nine years old, if they really let them succeed, I am afraid it will really be a huge blow to the Nanjing battle.

The old smoker asked, "Killed?"

Yang Ling shook his head: "No, keep him, since they are on a secret mission, they must be afraid of the news leaking, if we keep him, the remaining devils will know that he is still alive and will definitely come back to save him, he is our bait."

Hehe, the old smoking gun grinned: "Brother Yang, it's really yours."

When Teng Tian heard Yang Ling's words, he roared at the other devil: "What are you waiting for! for the day. The time has come for Your Majesty to be faithful! ”

Hearing Teng Tian's roar, another devil suddenly roared, and when Yang Ling and the others didn't react, they slammed into the wall fiercely, and actually committed suicide.

"Shut his mouth, he's going to bite his tongue and kill himself!" Yang Ling saw the crazy color flashing in Teng Tian's eyes, and hurriedly reminded and shouted, the old smoking gun picked up the rag and quickly stuffed it back into Teng Tian's mouth, leaving only Teng Tian's whimpering struggle.