The scorching sun was in an instant obscured by the rolling dark clouds, which were as black as ink and overturned the entire plain, and in a short time lightning and thunder roared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fuck it, let's run faster, or it's going to rain—"

Seeing that a rainstorm was coming, and seeing the sand and gravel all around him empty, Junko, who was wearing a crooked steel helmet, began to trot scolding.

Yang Ling and the others did not expect to encounter a torrential rain halfway, and the thirteen people ran forward panting, trying to find a place to hide from the rain.

They saw a black spot in the distance that stood on the plain, and ran towards it, but as soon as they had taken a few steps, the rain poured down like a hole in the sky.

The rain fell quickly and strangely, and the sky and the earth were soon hazy, and the rain made Yang Ling and them drenched, and the cold rain slid down the steel helmet and poured into the collar, and the wet clothes were stuck to the flesh.

"Deputy regiment, there are devils ahead!"

Yang Ling and the others ran close to the village where they were sheltering from the rain, and saw from a distance that under the eaves of several low houses, there were ghost soldiers with guns who were also sheltering from the rain.

Junko slowed down, and the brothers and thugs also felt the trigger of the 38 rifle, ready to do it at any time, who would have thought that there were devils here.

"Don't be nervous, walk over slowly, we're wearing devil's clothes." Looking at the brothers who were on the verge of a great enemy, Yang Ling opened his mouth in a low voice.

The devils who had taken shelter from the rain in the village had also seen them, and if they left in the rain now, it would arouse suspicion, and they would not be as safe as in the past.

The brothers' tense faces eased a little after hearing Yang Ling's order, but they were still vigilant enough, after all, they had been fighting with the devil for so long, and now the two sides had to stay together face to face and peacefully, which was something that had never been done before, and they couldn't avoid the tension.

Yang Ling pulled Wang Dongming, who was Japanese, to him and said, "You are responsible for talking to the little devil, remember not to expose it."

Wang Dongming took a deep breath and nodded, pulled his wet military uniform, and walked to the front of the team with his saber, he was wearing the military uniform of a devil lieutenant, while Yang Ling and they were the big soldiers.

The ground was potholed with mud, and the downpour quickly filled the low-lying areas with water, and the brothers nervously followed Wang Dongming closer to the village, heading straight for an uninhabited roof.

There were quite a few devil soldiers hiding from the rain in the village, and they were very wary when they saw someone coming, but when they saw that it was their own people, they relaxed.

Looking at Yang Ling and their embarrassed appearance, some of the devils also showed a happy expression, and Wang Dongming, who led the team, pretended to be a second lieutenant.

There were still many devils under the eaves who saluted him, which made the Shunzi who followed behind secretly speechless, and his heart was full of doubts, when did this little devil become so polite.

Watching Yang Ling and their team of embarrassed soldiers come out of the heavy rain, a devil second lieutenant came over to say hello.

Looking at the sonorous and powerful steps of the devil lieutenant, and feeling his fierce aura, the brothers were a little nervous, and they touched the gun in their hands and set their eyes on Yang Ling, who shook his head lightly to let them calm down.

"Which part of you are? So embarrassing? The devil second lieutenant leaned over and asked.

Second Lieutenant Wang Wang Dongming replied 1510: "We are from the Pinggu Squadron of the 15th Wing, which was broken up by the Zhina Army at Luowang Station, and we are preparing to withdraw to the Maoguzhai assembly point."

Yang Ling's identity was prepared before they set off, the real Pinggu squadron had been eliminated, and they were impersonating, and they had seized a full set of documents.

In this chaotic battlefield, unless you meet someone you know, it is difficult for ordinary people to see through it.

Hearing Wang Dongming say that they were the troops of the 15th Wing guarding Luowang Station, the second lieutenant did not doubt too much, but continued to ask: "What is the situation like at the station?"

"The Chinese army attacked us and the station was lost." Wang Dongming said angrily.

The second lieutenant showed a sympathetic gaze, patted Wang Dongming's shoulder and comforted: "We will fight back, please cheer up!"

Wang Dongming clenched his fists and said, "We will definitely win!"

The devil lieutenant took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and lit another one for Wang Dongming.

"Thank you, senior." Wang Dongming respectfully expressed his gratitude and asked, "May I ask how you got here, senior?"

"Alas, the positions of our 59th Wing have also been lost." The devil second lieutenant sighed, and then continued: "But we will not admit defeat, several of our divisions have already come over, and the Chinese army will soon be annihilated."

Wang Dongming smoked and chatted with the devil lieutenant without a match, while Yang Ling and the others sat under the eaves and rested, not daring to say a word, for fear of being exposed.

The heavy rain came and went as fast as it came, and in less than half an hour, the dark clouds dissipated, and the clarity between heaven and earth was restored, and the air was filled with the smell of earth.

The ghost soldiers hiding under the eaves also got up one after another under the urging of their respective commanders, stepped on the muddy road, and retreated in the direction of Maogu Village and Sanyi Village.

"Let's go together." The second lieutenant of the devil and Wang Dongming chatted happily and invited them to go together.

Wang Dongming set his eyes on Yang Ling, and seeing that Yang Ling did not object, he nodded and agreed.

Yang Ling and his team no longer retreated alone, but gathered together with more than 20 defeated soldiers of the second lieutenant of the devil, and retreated backwards in embarrassment.

The heavy rain made the road muddy and difficult to walk, and the devil soldiers who had lost the battle were also weak-willed and silently hurried, which saved Yang Ling and them from dealing with trouble.

The devil soldiers who had retreated from all directions retreated along the road, some carrying the blood-red Rising Sun Banner in whole formations, and some supporting each other in groups of three or five.

The wheels of those cars covered in mud spun fast, pulling cartloads of bloody corpses to drive by, making Yang Ling, who was mixed in the devil team, very happy in their hearts.

Chinese troops launched fierce attacks from all directions, and the 14th Division of the Devils was constantly compressing its living space like a turtle in an urn.

Seeing that those dirty devil soldiers almost fought for a little food, Yang Ling learned through a series of observations that the food and ammunition of the devil soldiers were almost exhausted, which was really an unexpected surprise.

Yang Ling and they were mixed in the defeated army of the devils, and soon arrived at their target Maogu Village, although the devils lost the battle, but in this small Maogu Village, in a short period of time and built dense fortifications.

Looking at the criss-crossing trenches, barbed wire, and hidden fortifications on the periphery of Maogu Village, Yang Ling had to admire the little devil's ability to field fortifications.

They were able to build such complete fortifications in a short period of time, which is lacking in the Chinese army at present, and once the battle starts, I am afraid that many brothers will have to sacrifice in the face of these dense fortifications, but fortunately they have been prepared for this.