The icy drizzle was boundless, Yang Ling and the others were soaked, their wet clothes were stuck to their backs, the cold wind hit and suddenly shivered with cold, everyone stepped on the mud and walked for about an hour at night, and arrived at the camp where the devil was located next to the road. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Ling and they hid behind the low hill about five or six hundred meters away from the opposite side of the devil's camp road, and more than forty underground were hidden in the boundless drizzle and night, although the devil's camp was heavily guarded, and the high-powered searchlights were shaking back and forth, they still didn't notice anything.

Yang Ling patted Qin Shou's shoulder, pointed to the winding road in front of him, and lowered his voice to arrange.

"Company Commander Qin, you take two classes of brothers to the front, try to get as close to the devil's camp as possible, and then start the fight after an hour, if the devil doesn't come out, try to attract firepower to harass it, if the devil comes out, take the devil to the west, how to get rid of the devil don't need me to teach you, right?"

Qin Shou looked at the devil's camp and swallowed his saliva, knowing that this was a dangerous job, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would have to explain it here, but now whether he was afraid or not, he had to bite the bullet and nodded to Yang Ling, indicating that he understood.

"The first and second classes follow me—" Qin Shou lowered his voice and waved his hand at the darkness behind him, knowing that a black shadow followed from behind.

Yang Ling watched Qin Shou get up with the gun, grabbed him, stuffed the pocket watch on his body into his hand, and didn't forget to advise: "Remember, don't fight too early." ”

"Don't worry, I'll fight in an hour." pinched the pocket watch stuffed by Yang Ling, responded in a low voice, and then bowed over and disappeared into the drizzle and night, and soon disappeared without a trace, as if falling into a dark lake.

Qin Shou was responsible for attracting the devil's firepower, while Yang Ling led people around to the other side of the devil's camp, and asked Yang Dashu to lead the machine gun squad to find a good place to shoot on their scheduled retreat and set up a machine gun position, while he took the old smoking gun and eight other brothers with good skills to touch the devil's camp under the cover of night.

This devil's camp is not far from the front-line position, and Yang Ling has seen countless cars coming in and out during the day, so he estimates that it is the devil's temporary advance material base, as long as this material base is defeated, then it will undoubtedly relieve a lot of pressure on the Chinese defenders in front.

Although this was a temporary advance camp, the devils still dug trenches around and erected barbed wire, and the whole camp was heavily guarded.

Yang Ling was not sure whether the barbed wire was electrified, so he did not dare to act rashly, but waved his old smoking gun to lead people to cover, and he and several other brothers took off the sapper shovels they carried with them and began to excavate the earth, preparing to dig out a passage for people to enter and exit under the barbed wire.

The sapper shovels of the captivators were of good quality, and the drizzle made the soil soft, so it didn't take much effort to dig out a passage under the barbed wire fence for people to enter and exit.

During the digging of the cave, a group of devil patrols walked by about fifty meters away, which made them break out in a cold sweat, but the devils did not expect that someone would come to raid them, so they just glanced a few times in this direction, so that they could hide without danger.

"You two stay here and cover our retreat." Yang Ling didn't let everyone sneak in, but left two brothers to cover in this gap.

Whether it is a surprise attack or an ambush, what Yang Ling values most is not how to allocate troops to maximize the firepower advantage, but to find a way to retreat in advance, so that no matter whether it is successful or not, he can ensure his own safety, which is also his consistent style.

The two devil sentries were wearing raincoats, with their legs crossed and the 38 big covered rifles with bayonets in their hands standing solemnly in the drizzle, unaware of Yang Ling and the old smoking gun who were silently approaching them in the night.

Yang Ling and the old smoking gun did not carry a long spear, but a grenade bolted to their waists, carrying two shell guns full of bullets, and they were holding sharp bayonets in their hands at the moment towards the two devil sentries.

Although the drizzle covered up Yang Ling's movements to a certain extent, an alert devil sentry still subconsciously turned around and looked at Yang Ling and them.

Seeing a dark shadow approaching him in the dark, the devil sentry was stunned for a few seconds and felt that something was wrong and wanted to pull the bolt, but Yang Ling had already bullied him.

Poof! The devil sentry's mouth was covered by a big hand stained with mud and water, and then he felt his neck being slashed by something cold, and a large stream of warm blood spurted out, he felt as if his whole body had been drained of strength, his legs were a little weak, and he struggled powerlessly and was slowly put to the ground by Yang Ling.

The other devil also turned around when he heard the commotion, just in time to see a stream of liquid spurting from his companion's neck, but soon he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and looked down to see that a bloody bayonet had pierced his chest from the back, and the tip of the knife was still bloody.

The old smoking gun twisted hard, and the bayonet suddenly wrung the bits and pieces in the stomach of the devil soldier, and the devil soldier fell down weakly.

Yang Ling dragged the corpse of the devil soldier behind the sandbag and hid it, waving his hand into the darkness, and the other brothers also bowed and ran over quickly.

The hundreds of tents in this camp of the devil soldiers are well organized, although the camp is heavily guarded, but it is tightly arranged on the outside and loose on the inside, except for the occasional patrol that wanders around, but most of the devils have already slept.

Yang Ling sent several brothers out to inquire about the situation, and they soon returned.

"The tents behind those cars were full of devil ammunition, and there were only two devil sentries."

"Those tents on the left are full of sleeping devil soldiers, and if you throw a few grenades into it, it's all going to be done."

"I didn't dare to approach that relatively large tent, it should be where the devil boss lives, and there are five or six devils guarding it."

Yang Ling heard that the tents behind the car were full of devils' munitions, and immediately became excited, if the devils' munitions were blown up, it would be much more effective than blowing up the devils' materials.

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he immediately waved his hand and took the old smoking gun and others towards the tent full of munitions, and the devil's sentry was quickly and silently eliminated.

When they got into the tent and saw the boxes of ammunition stacked neatly, their hearts couldn't help but thump, it would be nice if they could get these ammunition back, but they quickly dispelled this whimsical idea, this is behind enemy lines, it is impossible to get these ammunition out, the only way is to blow it up.