The cold weather in southern Jiangsu in November was pressing, the temperature at night continued to drop, and the knife-like cold wind whistled into the collar, even if the devil sentry was wrapped in a thick military uniform, he was still shivering from the cold. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A devil sentry rubbed his hands and reached into the pockets of his military uniform, tremblingly took out a crumpled box of cigarettes, took out one and put it in his mouth, and took out a match to shield the cold wind with his hand, clicked and lit the cigarette to his mouth.

The devil soldier shook his right hand, extinguished the unburned match, and then comfortably spat out a beautiful smoke ring, he looked back at the snoring field tent, and cursed in his heart how time passed so slowly, and the time for the changing of the guard had not yet arrived.

"Nobita-kun, do you want to have one too?" The devil sentry smoked a cigarette, and in his boredom, his eyes fell on somewhere in the darkness, and he lowered his voice to speak.

Soon, with the sound of rustling, another ghost soldier with a rifle stood up in a large pile of wild grass dozens of steps away, he looked around vigilantly, and then quickly walked to the devil sentry who spoke, took the cigarette, lit it himself, and took a puff.

However, the devil was very vigilant, and did not stay too long, but after smoking the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stepped on it vigorously, and returned to the pile of wild grass to lie on his stomach, hiding in the darkness.

What the two devil soldiers didn't know was that their every move had been clearly seen by Yang Ling, who was hiding in the darkness hundreds of steps away.

Yang Ling knew that if the devil regained his physical strength, with the difference in physical fitness between the two sides, then tomorrow they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the devil, in this unobstructed plain area, there is only one consequence of being caught up by the devil, that is, destruction.

These gathered routs are the only force that Yang Ling can command at the moment, he wants to bring them back alive, although he knows that some things are inevitable, but he still wants to go back and fight, trying to change something, and these rout brothers are the capital of his change, because sometimes the strength of a group of people is much greater than one person.

There is only one way that Yang Ling can come up with to slow down the pursuit speed of the devil soldiers, and that is the technique of exhausting soldiers, as long as the devils become as tired as them, then the speed of the pursuit of the devil soldiers cannot be raised, so they will be able to successfully escape before the devils catch up.

Yang Ling didn't dare to stay with these defeated brothers, first of all, he didn't consider whether they could be a fish to slip through the net in the vast attacking troops of the devil soldiers, even if they successfully slipped to the rear of the devil soldiers, it would be absolutely difficult for them to hide in such a large group, because the occupied area was more dangerous, spies and traitors were rampant, not to mention fighting devils, it was a problem to be able to gain a firm foothold, so they only had one way, that is, to rebuild, at least not to worry about the supply of food and ammunition, and to be able to fight devils wholeheartedly.

Yang Ling rubbed his hands to make the meridians active, he took a deep breath, pulled out the 38 rifle from under his body and put it in front of him, his hands slowly leveled, gently pulled the bolt, and aimed at the devil Ming Sentinel who kept pacing back and forth with the rifle on his back.

The devil sentry was pacing constantly because it was too cold, and his head was shaking in Yang Ling's crosshairs, making aiming difficult.

Yang Ling didn't move, lying on the ground like a still sculpture, even his breathing became unprecedentedly smooth, in those cold eyes, the whole world was quiet, only the devil sentinel.

Syllable!

The crisp sound of gunfire was particularly abrupt in this quiet night, Yang Ling's muzzle flashed fire, and the bullet sank into the right ear of the devil sentry like a meteor, and then squirted out from the left ear with a large cloud of confused things.

The body of the devil sentinel shook, but in the end it didn't stop, as if it had been drained of all its strength, and collapsed to the ground limply.

Yang Ling didn't have time to check his results, and immediately after firing the shot, he rolled out of his hiding place, and dozens of seconds later, a cloud of mud and mist splashed up where he was hiding, and the devil's secret whistle reacted quickly, it was obvious that Yang Ling's skills were superior.

Yang Ling's movements were as smooth as flowing water in his peers, quickly pulling the bolt to withdraw the bullet, then pushing the bullet to load, and pulling the trigger without hesitation at the place where the devil sentry was hiding in the distance.

The devil sentry missed a shot, and his heart sank, knowing that he had met a master, he hurriedly wanted to transfer his hiding place, but Yang Ling's gun was very fast, and the bullet came quickly, hitting him in the shoulder, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off, and he grinned in pain, but he stiffened and did not make a sound, lying flat on the wet ground, and did not dare to move again.

Yang Ling instinctively felt that he hadn't killed the devil's secret whistle, and when he wanted to make up another shot, he suddenly lost his target, and finally he sighed and aimed his gun at the devil machine gunner who came out of the head behind the sandbag bunker.

The bullet slammed into the Devil Heavy's head at high speed, and with the sound of bones shattering, his entire skull was blown off, and his body fell backwards under the effect of the shockwave, blood and brains dripping the face of the secondary shooter.

The sound of gunfire alarmed the sleeping devil soldiers, the camp of the devil soldiers was noisy, the devil's deputy shooter didn't care about the slimy things on his face, raised the crooked light machine gun and aimed it in the direction of Yang Ling, and pulled the trigger, the swishing bullets whistled, the dead branches and weeds were torn and splashed by the bullets, Yang Ling glanced at the ghost soldiers who rushed out of the tent, sneered, and disappeared into the darkness with the gun.

The devil Shaozo Higashi Shotaro was once again awakened by the sound of gunfire in his deep sleep, and he was in a bad mood, this feeling was like touching Suzhou City a few days ago, and Suzhou City was turned upside down by Yang Ling and them that night.

The sentries were killed and wounded, and they didn't even feel the shadow of the enemy, even though the chasing infantry squad only retrieved three bullet casings from outside the camp, which ironically were the 6.5mm cartridge casings used in their 38 rifles.

"Yaga!" Shaozo Higashi Shotaro knew that it must be the cold gun that the rout they were chasing came back to shoot, but the person ran away, and he could only sprinkle his anger on the head of the infantry lieutenant on duty at night, and the infantry lieutenant was dizzy by his slap a few times, and he had to constantly nod his head and bow his waist without the slightest complaint.

Before the anger on the side of Shaozo Higashi Shotaro had subsided, there was a sudden rumble on the left side of the camp, and a tent was lifted into the sky, and in the light of the explosion, an obscene figure was running wildly towards the darkness.

"Ahh Yaga! Tojo Taro's nose was crooked when he saw this scene, and he roared in pursuit, and dozens of ghost soldiers chased out into the darkness with a hula and a whistling bullet, and the whistling bullets made the withered grass behind Liu Yidao tremble, but Liu Yidao's figure was getting farther and farther away in the field of vision of the ghost soldiers......