The gunfire in the town gradually intensified, and the various guerrilla groups hiding in the shadows began to contain fire to cover Yang Ling's movements. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jiangqiao Town trapped the supplementary regiment like a cage, not only did the division headquarters hold the military order, but the devil soldiers on the periphery of the town were surrounded by a squadron like an iron bucket, and the retreat route had been blocked.

There is also a squadron of devil soldiers in the town, although the supplementary regiment uses the uneven building complex to play hide and seek with the devils, but as the devil soldiers change their strategy and start to pull the net from South Street, constantly compressing their living space, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

If it is said that Yang Ling is sure enough to eat this group of devils in a guerrilla war in a city, but Jiangqiao is only a slightly larger town, although it has the foundation for fighting guerrillas, but there is not much room for maneuver, and the devils are now pulling a net, they are like fish in a pond, and sooner or later they will be wiped out by a net.

It is obviously not a wise move to concentrate troops to fight hard with the devils, there are two squadrons inside and outside the devil soldier town, equipped with strong firepower, if you fight hard, you can only send them to death, so you can only take a trick, while the devils are still clearing South Street, kill their command system, and break this situation.

The devil came from the east, and the artillery was also in the east, in order to facilitate the command, the devil's command system should also be in the east, this is Yang Ling's judgment, of course, there is another possibility that the devil's command system is on South Street and acts with the attacking team, but Yang Ling decided to go to the east first.

Yang Ling and his guerrilla group have not been killed so far, but everyone has been more or less injured by the explosion, but it has not affected the operation.

Liu Yidao and their guerrilla group still had four people left, and they were also acting together with Yang Ling and them at this moment, and there were eleven of them in total.

As soon as there are more people, the target becomes bigger, and the action is not so neat, but Yang Ling has not been split, who knows how many people there are in the devil headquarters, in case there are many people left behind by the devil, and they will not be unable to eat if they are too strong to eat.

The town's courtyard is uneven, and the fierce fighting has caused a lot of damage to the town's houses, with collapsed walls and shattered green tiles.

In the ruins, Yang Ling and the others alternately covered through the alley and drilled towards the east, although they had tried not to make any movement, but after all, it was not a well-trained team, and there were still people who made some noises from time to time.

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A crooked light machine gun was mounted on the roof of a two-story house, this was a machine gun team of devil soldiers, four ghost soldiers, including the main and auxiliary marksman, and the ammunition man was very vigilant to observe the surrounding situation.

They are condescending here, a light machine gun can block a street entrance, as long as the defending guerrilla group hiding in the shadows shows up, it will definitely not please you.

The commander of the devil soldiers was very shrewd, knowing that they could not give full play to their firepower in the street fighting, so they directly sent people to occupy the commanding heights, trying to divide the town into scattered areas by controlling the various commanding heights, and then pull the net one by one to clear it one by one.

Although this method takes a lot of time, it is safe enough to minimize casualties compared to their previous direct attacks.

One of the ghost soldiers heard a noise coming from the courtyard in front of him, and he immediately made a silent gesture to the other three ghost soldiers, aiming the muzzle of the machine gun at the street corner next to the courtyard.

A head in a gray military hat cautiously stretched out from behind the street corner, and after a quick glance around, he leaned out half of his body and was about to jump across the corner, a grim smile flashed on the face of the ghost soldier, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

Da-da

The defenders stumbled, fell to the ground, and struggled twice to breathe.

The old Wang who followed the soldier slid in the rubble with a sharp brake, watching the bullets flying down from the blind spot of his vision splash the flesh and blood of the comrades in front of him, and he trembled with fright, if he took a step faster, he would not be able to escape the doom of being beaten.

The other soldiers who were hunched forward were also frightened by the sudden sound of machine guns, clinging to the cold wall, looking at the smashed corpse lying two meters away, their eyes red.

Yang Ling was also taken aback by the sudden attack, but he didn't expect that the devil soldier machine gun team would also block this place.

"Make a U-turn and go around from the left." This road is impassable, and Yang Ling and they can only turn back.

The old king pulled Yang Ling, who was about to turn around, and pointed to the beaten friendly brother: "What should he do, can't he just stay here?"

"The person is already dead, and he can't take two more lives to snatch a corpse back, let's go."

Yang Ling whispered to the soldiers to change their route, and the old king stood up from the rubble, looking at the smashed corpse in his heart, a life was gone.

The war is cruel, and human life is like a mustard.

The devil soldiers occupied many commanding heights in the town and blocked some streets and alleys, so that Yang Ling's movement was hindered, and they could only keep climbing over the walls and collapsing the courtyard, and the original ten minutes of the journey took twenty minutes to reach the east end of the town.

In 20 minutes, the Devil Soldiers' Clearance Squadron had completely cleared the South Street, and several guerrilla groups hiding inside were killed, unable to escape, unable to fight, and finally slaughtered by the Devil Soldiers.

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The devil commander Captain Ueno Murafu was very arrogant and underestimated the enemy, and he sent out all the devil soldiers and chariots in his two squadrons, one squadron was responsible for surrounding the town, and the other squadron was responsible for entering the town to clear it.

With only two fifteen-man artillery squads and a few executors and communications officers by his side, he didn't expect the remnants of the defenders in the town to hit his attention, after all, they were the attacking side, and it would be good if the defenders could hold on.

"Captain Ueno, Squadron Leader Yoshino has finished clearing Nanjie and killed thirty-one members of the Shina Army." A communications soldier hurried to Captain Uenomura to report the latest battle situation in the town.

Captain Ueno Murafu nodded and ordered: "Tell Yoshino-kun to speed up and end the battle before noon!"

"Hello!" The communications soldier received the order and hurriedly turned back to the town.

An executive officer stepped forward and suggested, "Sir, should we remind the Takahashi squadron to strengthen the perimeter guard to prevent the Shina Army from breaking through at the risk of death."

Captain Ueno Murafu felt justified, and ordered a signal soldier on standby behind him: "Go and inform Takahashi-kun, be sure to strengthen your vigilance, not to run away, and be sure to annihilate all the Chinese army."

The signal corps was ordered to immediately split up and relay the order to the headquarters of the Takahashi squadron that was in ambush in the other direction of the town.

The captain looked at Jiangqiao Town, where black smoke rose and gunshots were constantly ringing, his expression was relaxed, in his eyes, the remnants of the Chinese army in the town could no longer make any big waves, and now what they needed to do was to clear the remnants and sweep up the tail work.

Behind a mottled broken wall, the old king wiped his eyes hard, observing the busy devil soldiers, but the devil soldiers were all dressed in the same attire, and it was difficult for him to distinguish which one was the commander of the devil soldiers.

At the beginning of the Battle of Songhu, the commanders of the devil soldiers were all clearly marked, either holding command knives or wearing Nizi windbreakers, but with the defenders' sharpshooters specializing in fighting devil officers, now the devil officers have learned smart, and their outfits have become the same as ordinary soldiers, and they can't be seen in the crowd at all.

"Damn, which one is the devil in charge." The old king's heart was so anxious, but he couldn't see it.

Yang Ling's gaze also wandered among the ghost soldiers, and finally pointed to the left: "Do you see it?" The devil soldier standing in the middle on the dirt slope should be the commander of the devil soldier. ”

"But what if it's wrong?" Liu Yidao rubbed his eyes and asked rhetorically.

"I think a few devils acted only after listening to the orders of the devil soldier in the middle of the station, so they shouldn't be wrong."