The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The puppet battalion commander Zhang Laizi threw himself into the ditch beside the road, screaming angrily in the face of the locust-like bullet, and they were actually ambushed.

A puppet army machine gunner set up the machine gun on a ridge in a panic, and just after firing a few bullets, the firepower from two directions knocked him down bleeding, and the machine gun also misfired. .

Although the puppet army had a large number of people, they were firmly suppressed by Yang Ling's fierce and tricky firepower.

Text Chapter 728 Destroyed

The intertwined lines of fire and flashes of explosions made the dense night look extraordinarily ferocious, and the screams and wailing puppet soldiers rolling all over the ground were mixed with the dense gunfire, making it extraordinarily infiltrating.

"Boom! Boom!"

The grenades kept falling on the paddy fields, and in the flickering flashes, pillars of mud were blown up.

The puppet soldiers who jumped into the paddy fields in a panic were scrambling and scrambling, and were blown away by the strong air waves of the explosion from time to time, covering their bodies with blood and muddy water.

"Da da da--"

The fierce and tricky Czech-style light machine gun sprayed scarlet flames, sweeping and striking vertically, clearing away all living creatures within the shooting range.

In the quiet night, there was a sudden commotion. The puppet soldiers panicked to avoid and roll over in the whizzing bullets. Many people lay on the ground so frightened that their legs trembled, and they almost got into the soil.

Yang Ling and the others were from the regular army. Whether it was fighting will or tactical coordination, how could these ragtag puppet troops be able to resist.

In the smoky gunpowder, the puppet army wanted to raise their guns to fight back at first, but facing the cross-fire network of several machine guns of Yang Ling and the others, as soon as their machine guns fired, they would be smashed to pieces immediately.

The puppet troops of several companies suffered heavy casualties in Yang Ling's first round of blows, and those who were still alive were terrified, lying on the ground and not daring to show their heads.

The puppet battalion commander Zhang Laizi thought it was Zhang Liechen and the others who set up an ambush, and was so angry that he wanted to fight back.

But when he forced the puppet troops of the two companies to try to charge back and was beaten to pieces, he realized something was wrong. How could Zhang Liechen and his group of defeated generals be so powerful?

"Battalion, Battalion Commander, it must be the main force of other guerrillas coming, run quickly, or you will be dumped if you don't run—"

The puppet company commander's hat was crookedly worn on his head, and his face turned pale with fright when he heard the screams of the wounded puppet soldiers lying on the road howling and rolling.

"Damn it, trash! Why are you running away? What about our nearly thousand brothers! You worthless thing!"

Zhang Laizi kicked the panicked puppet company commander to the ground, cursing viciously.

"Hold on! Hold on! I'll hold them back here, you, hurry back and find Taijun, let them back up! Just say that we have bitten the main force of the guerrillas!"

Zhang Laizi also knew that the guerrilla column that ambushed them might be reinforcements sent to Qinghe Town, but he was unwilling to withdraw in such a disheveled manner, and hurriedly dragged a puppet army over.

"Yes Yes……"

The puppet soldier who received Zhang Laizi's order hastily turned around, got into the darkness behind him, and headed straight for Qinghe Town, twenty miles away.

Yang Ling and the others caught the puppet army by surprise, but the puppet army was also very tenacious. Under Zhang Laizi's yelling, they experienced the initial panic and gradually stabilized their position.

Looking at the sporadic puppet troops who started to fight back, Yang Ling frowned. He thought that these puppet troops were not strong enough to fight, and a round of rapid fire would defeat them.

But now it seems that he underestimated the strength of this group of puppet troops, and they were even stronger than expected.

Seeing that the puppet army was so strong, Yang Ling was relieved. No wonder Zhang Liechen and the others couldn't defend the strong fortifications and trenches of Qinghe Town. It seemed that he still underestimated the enemy.

"beard--"

After Yang Ling knocked down a puppet soldier who was fighting back with a single shot, he quickly lay back on the ground and shouted not far away.

After Wang Huzi heard Yang Ling's shout, he quickly ran over: "Tuan Zuo, what orders do you have?"

Yang Ling pointed at the puppet army that had not been dispersed and said, "These puppet troops are quite capable of fighting. Take two platoons of brothers and come over to them from the flanks to disperse them!"

"Yes!"

Wang Huzi became murderous, and with a yell, the brothers in the two platoons joined him and rushed towards the puppet army from the flank.

"Boom! Boom!"

Wang Huzi and the others opened the way with grenades, and a string of grenades were thrown out first, exploding on the heads of the puppet soldiers lying on the ground.

The grenades that exploded in the air were astonishingly lethal, and the puppet army lying on the ground suffered disaster, and they all wailed suddenly under the splashing explosions.

"Come on!"

Wang Huzi took the lead with a pistol in his hand, and charged aggressively before the smoke cleared.

"Bang bang bang-"

He fired twenty rounds of bullets in the pistol in one breath, blood spattered, and all the puppet soldiers standing in front of him fell down immediately.

"Pfft-"

The brothers who followed behind Wang Huzi also rushed and fought. Under the dense bullets, the puppet troops on the flanks were rushed to pieces.

A puppet soldier had just put his rifle on his shoulder and was about to aim and shoot at the brothers rushing over. Before he could pull the trigger, a stray bullet exploded his head.

The spurted blood and brain sprayed the face of a puppet soldier behind him. Smelling the disgusting smell of blood, the puppet soldier immediately leaned over and vomited.

"Run, run! We are surrounded!"

Facing the murderous Wang Huzi and the others rushing over from the flanks, the remaining puppet soldiers saw their comrades kept being shot and fell to the ground, their fragile nerves finally broke down, and they all got up and ran back.

One puppet soldier ran away in fright, and the other puppet soldier who was about to shoot saw that he had lost cover, cursed in a low voice, turned around and ran away with his gun in hand.

Collapse on the battlefield has a ripple effect, especially when it is fully suppressed.

In this dense night, bullets whizzed around, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. In such a dark night, the puppet soldiers felt guilty in their hearts. When they saw someone coming from the flank, how could they still stay in the original place? waiting to die.

"What are you running for? Hold on! The imperial army will arrive soon—"

Puppet Battalion Commander Zhang Laizi yelled angrily when he saw that his team was in disarray.

But there were gunshots and explosions everywhere, and his yelling was useless in such a dark night, and the puppet soldiers were running one after another.

"Come on! Avenge the sacrificed brothers!"

Yang Ling had been observing the situation of the puppet army, and when he saw that Wang Huzi's side attack had an effect, he roared excitedly.

The brothers who were shooting on their stomachs took out their bayonets and put them on the muzzles with a click. They jumped up and rushed down the gentle slope with the bayonets glowing with cold light.

And the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas saw Yang Ling and the others rushing out, hesitated for a moment, and rushed forward with roars.

The shouts of hundreds of people charged and shouted loudly in the dark night, and there were many shadows in the dark night. The puppet army who was not sure of the situation did not know how many enemies they encountered, but there were always quite a few.

Yang Ling's charge became the last straw that crushed the puppet army. They no longer had the will to resist, and ran away one after another.

"Battalion Commander, run!"