As soon as Yang Ling and they hid in the field overgrown with wild grass, they didn't have long to rest, and the sound of rustling came from the darkness ahead.

"Password!" The vigilant sentry whispered a password with a gun in hand.

"Resist Japan and save the world!" The other party also stopped and quickly squatted down, and replied in a low voice.

"Order!"

"Fight to the end!"

Soon, more than a dozen scouting brothers returned in a straggler formation.

"How's it going?" Yang Ling asked the reconnaissance platoon commander who came back.

The reconnaissance platoon commander replied with a solemn face: "There are many trenches with barbed wire and hidden bunkers, and the defense is very tight, but there is only one ditch on the west side, which is very loosely defended, and there are only two mobile posts that can launch an attack from that side."

Yang Ling continued to ask, "Is the situation in Xinzhuang clear?"

The reconnaissance platoon commander shook his head: "We were afraid of startling the snake, so we didn't dare to sneak in......"

After the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade retreated to Xinzhuang, it strengthened its defense because it was worried about the guerrillas' retaliation, and Yang Ling suddenly felt a little tricky.

Now it is not clear the situation inside Xinzhuang, if they attack rashly, and do not know the configuration of firepower inside, I am afraid that the loss will not be small.

But now the brethren of the reconnaissance platoon did not dare to come any closer to take the prisoners and come back for interrogation, because that would easily expose them and alarm the enemy inside.

"You've worked hard, go down and rest first." Yang Ling waved his hand to let the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon go to rest.

Wang Huzi and they also surrounded them, everyone was frowning, and Xinzhuang was heavily guarded, which made them feel that they had encountered a hard bone.

"Tuanza, what now, do you want to attack?" Wang Huzi asked Yang Ling in a low voice.

Although the defense of the Xinzhuang Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is very good, Wang Huzi is still new to his brothers, as long as they fight hard, they may not be able to tear a gap.

Yang Ling shook his head: "We can't fight head-on, then the loss will be too great, so we will attack from the west side of the ditch."

"Commander, let me take the brothers to take the lead!" The deputy battalion commander, the blacksmith, also opened his mouth to ask for battle.

Yang Ling agreed to the blacksmith's invitation: "Okay, when the time comes, you will take people to take the lead, but remember to grab two captives and interrogate them when you touch them, we don't know the situation inside, if the situation is not right, we will return it."

"Now let the brethren rest first, and attack before dawn." Yang Ling quickly arranged the echelon of the attack and waved his hand to let the brothers rest.

Yang Ling's first was for the sake of the brothers, after all, they were very tired after a day of fighting, and they urgently needed to rest and replenish their strength, and second, when the day was about to dawn, it was the time when people were most tired and relaxed, and they were caught off guard by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade also belonged to the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, since they killed the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians, no matter what their purpose was, whether they surrendered to the devils or not, Yang Ling already regarded them as enemies, and the only thing they needed to do for the enemy was to eliminate them!

Yang Ling and the others rested in the field outside Xinzhuang until about five o'clock in the morning, when the officers woke up one by one and fell asleep.

"Wake up, ready to fight......"

The officers' voices were very low, and they were soon drowned out by the howling cold wind, and the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade in Xinzhuang did not notice it in the slightest.

After the brothers sorted out the weapons and ammunition, the deputy battalion commander blacksmith took the lead with the veterans of two squads and touched the west of Xinzhuang, and the brothers of a battalion also followed quietly.

The night provided them with excellent cover, and soon they would be able to see the fires that the Xinzhuang guards used to light and keep warm.

The fires illuminated the nearby ring fortifications and machine guns, and most of the sentries of the Anti-Japanese Salvation Brigade were snoring around the fires, and those who were still awake were fighting with their dazed eyelids.

Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, was worried about the guerrillas' retaliation, so he asked these sentries to keep their eyes open and strengthen their vigilance.

The sentinels stared at each other and waited all night without any movement, and now that the sky was almost dawn, they couldn't help but relax, besides, the weather was so cold, and sleepiness was coming, where could they take care of so much.

In the west of Xinzhuang is a slow-flowing ditch, flowing around Xinzhuang, because there is a ditch blocking, it is considered a natural danger, so the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade also put two swimming posts to watch here.

At this moment, the two sentries carried their guns on their backs, and their hands were retracted into their sleeves, and the cold wind was howling, so cold that they shivered, and there was nothing in the darkness outside, which made them relax their vigilance.

"Damn, they're roasting the fire, so let's get cold here."

One of the sentries looked at the sentinels sitting by the fire in the distance, cursed, and shivered out of his bosom a soft cigarette, and lit one for himself to warm himself.

"Get me one too!" Another sentry also approached him, and said with a blank eye.

"Where's your kid's cigarette?" The sentry was dissatisfied, but handed one to his companion anyway.

The sentry smiled: "I smoked it out in the morning, you don't know, I can't help but ...... when I see a good cigarette."

"Damn, you know how to take advantage of Lao Tzu."

"If the devil gives us cigarettes again, I can't ask you to smoke too."

"Don't say it, this devil soldier's cigarettes are just different......"

The two wandering sentinels sat down side by side as they spoke, hiding under a leeward wall, and a faint conversation could be heard.

While the two mobile sentinels of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were hiding in the leeward to smoke and chat, in the field opposite the ditch, the officers and men of the two squads of guerrillas had already crawled to the side of the ditch.

Seeing that the swimming sentinel of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was hiding and smoking, the blacksmith waved his hand, and a squad of guerrilla brothers quickly slid down the ditch.

In the early winter weather, although the water in this ditch was not cold and biting, it also made the brothers who had slipped into the water shiver all over their bodies, and their faces turned a little pale.

Although it was only a ditch, it was more than three meters wide, waist-deep, and the mud under their feet almost made the brothers slip.

After the guerrillas made sure that they had not been discovered, they did not dare to stay, gritted their teeth and endured the coldness of the water, and quickly walked towards the opposite side of the ditch, and then climbed up wet, and their bodies were almost numb.

Under the cover of the brothers of the two squads who crossed the ditch first, about two platoons of brothers who had passed one after another hid in the dark, and the two sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who had finished smoking turned out from behind the leeward wall again.

Seeing the sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade reappearing in the field of vision, the brothers who had crossed the ditch lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

Those who soaked in water to the point that the brothers were even more bitter, they did not dare to move, as long as they made a little sound, they would be discovered, and they were almost numb.

The two sentries walked to a place about ten meters away from the ditch, looked at it twice, and felt that something was wrong.

Just as one of the sentries was about to take off his rifle from his shoulder and go over to check it, a dark figure suddenly sprang out of the grass in front of him and threw him to the ground.

"Flutter!" Before he could react, his mouth was covered by a large hand, and with a pain in his chest, a sharp bayonet pierced his chest without hindrance, and his legs glared twice, his eyes dimmed, and he lost his breath.

The sudden change made the other sentry stunned on the spot, and when he was also knocked down, he reacted and wanted to shout, but he was also covered with his mouth.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!"

The sharp bayonet was attached to the sentry's neck, and he felt the coldness on his neck, where did the sentry dare to struggle any longer, and soon compromised, the death of his companion was happening right in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to die.