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

"Hahaha, damn it, I'm almost suffocating these days, I must kill a few more little devils this time!"

"Sir, whether it's the Paolou or Qinghe Town, our company is willing to be the vanguard!"

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The officers are all eager to try. The so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, they have been training for so long, and they have long wanted to find devils to practice their skills.

But Yang Ling has always maintained a cautious attitude, and did not attack rashly, making the brothers feel uncomfortable.

"We're not going out to fight Qinghe Town this time, nor are we going to fight the gun towers. Now that the devil's grain requisition team is collecting grain from the villages, let's fight the grain requisition team." Yang Ling issued the task of fighting.

Fighting these food requisition teams can not only destroy the enemy, but also keep the food of the people, and leave a good impression on the local people, so this is also a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

"Sir, if you want to hit you, just give the order. We will obey you." Second Company Commander Wu Changqing said.

Looking at the officers with high fighting enthusiasm, Yang Ling was also very satisfied, and he was confident in the victory of this attack.

"This time, our two combat companies are all attacking, and I and Deputy Captain Zhang will each lead a company to wipe out the devil's food collection teams in Zhangjiaji, Xiaowangzhuang and other nearby villages..."

Yang Ling didn't go out with all his strength, but only let the combat company attack, so as to avoid too large targets, and secondly, the number of people is small, and it is convenient to fight flexibly.

"Staff Lei, Wang Dongming, you lead the rest of the people to stay in the camp."

Although Lei Xiong and the others also wanted to go out together, with Yang Ling's order, they had to hang their heads and stay to watch the house.

After Yang Ling arranged everything properly, more than 300 brothers from the two combat companies soon left the Yangjiawan camp with dry food, weapons and ammunition, and headed straight for the target.

Text Chapter 749 Raid

Under the gray sky, the wheels of the car rolled on the potholed road and made a heavy creaking sound, and an arrogant sun flag was planted on the grain truck at the head, whistling with the wind.

More than 30 puppet soldiers and devils detained a long line of food trucks and walked towards Qinghe Town. This was the military food collected from Xiaowangzhuang and was going to be sent back to Qinghe Town.

Liu Liang, the vice-chairman of the Maintenance Association, in order to ask for credit and rewards from the devils, regardless of the life and death of the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang, searched out every grain that Xiaowangzhuang could find, and prepared to donate it to the devils.

Even though all the food was looted, it was still close to making up [-] catties of military food, so Liu Liang ordered people to take away the villagers' chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle.

Although the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang were crying and begging for mercy, for Liu Liang, who was eager to show his loyalty to the devil, how could he care about the life and death of the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang.

So behind these heavy grain trucks were the cattle, sheep and fat pigs in the custody of Liu Jiajiading, and the whole team was mighty and mighty, billowing a cloud of smoke and dust.

But behind them, Xiaowangzhuang is in a mess, full of crying. The people in Xiaowangzhuang are not rich at all, and now they don't even have the most basic living security.

"Hey, I didn't expect to come out and get a lot of good things. It would be great if I could go to the countryside every day."

The puppet soldiers walked lazily with their guns on their backs, with victorious smiles on their faces, and each of them had bulging purses.

When these puppet soldiers went door to door to collect food, they rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and all valuable items fell into their pockets.

When the unarmed people resisted a little, there was a burst of gun butts being smashed and punched and kicked inside. Facing the minions of these devils, the people dared not speak out.

"Hide your things well. If the company commander sees you when you go back, you will have to smoke some. That's the one who eats meat and doesn't spit out bones." There are also puppet soldiers who hide the stolen money in the insoles without expression.

"Thank you for reminding me, brother."

The puppet army who was reminded thanked and stuffed the ancestral bracelet snatched from a villager's house into his arms.

The devils naturally noticed the small actions of the puppet soldiers, but they didn't bother to care about them, because they had already taken away the good things, and what was left to the puppet soldiers were just things they didn't like.

"Thirteen devils, fifteen puppet soldiers, more than a dozen people dressed in common people's clothes, also carrying guns. They should be members of the Liu family. There is a crooked light machine gun on the second grain truck... ..”

On a small mound with lush weeds, three guerrilla scouts dressed in weeds camouflage were watching from a distance the devils' food convoy slowly moving along the road.

"You go and report to the chief, and say that the devils will be there in 10 minutes."

"Yes--"

Soon, the weeds swayed gently, and a brother slid back down the mound, and quickly ran eastward along the reeds.

There had been no guerrillas in Qinghe Town for quite some time, and the so-called Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade closest to Qinghe Town was only entrenched in Xiaoxinzhuang, not daring to cross the threshold.

That's why the little devils in Qinghe town relaxed. Such a small number of people dared to walk on the road swaggeringly with the grain carts. After all, there was no power in this area that could threaten them.

But these little devils didn't know that a company of guerrillas led by Yang Ling had already laid a trap for them, waiting for them to sneak in.

Although the distance was only 10 minutes, the little devil walked slowly for 15 minutes, and the ox pulling the cart was also panting from the heavy grain on the cart.

"Tuan Zuo, the devil is here!"

Seeing the erected sun flag appearing in the field of vision, Wang Huzi's face showed excitement.

Yang Ling also gently opened the safety of the shell gun, and ordered in a low voice: "Listen to my order before shooting, and kill the machine gunner in the second car first."

The guerrillas have undergone special training during this period, and their camouflage skills are superb. They are covered with wild grass and reeds for camouflage, and even the bayonets are smeared with mud to prevent reflections.

At this moment, they were quietly lying on the side of the road, pointing their guns at the devils and puppet soldiers who were coming, loaded the bullets, and waited to fire.

The devils in Qinghe Town belonged to the independent mixed No.13 Brigade. As a combat force in the occupied area, their combat literacy was naturally inferior to that of the field soldiers who fought against the Chinese army on the front line.

However, Yang Ling and the others still did not underestimate the devils, and took out the eagle to fight the rabbit and put all their strength into it. There was a full combat company with 150 guerrilla officers and soldiers, and the other company went to Zhangjiaji. It can be said that the strength occupy an absolute advantage.

Besides, now that Yang Ling and the others are in the dark, and the devils are in the open, they are [-]% sure of making a surprise attack.

The turning wheels creaked on the potholed road, and the puppet soldiers were still gathering in twos and threes, chatting and laughing softly, preparing to go back and sell valuable things, and go to the kiln to have a good time.

The thirteen little devils looked around vigilantly from time to time, but now in the golden autumn season, all they could see were rolling hills and dry grass, and it was boring to look at.

"beat!"

Just as the grain transportation team was walking towards Qinghe town listlessly, suddenly there was a loud shout from the withered grass beside the road.

It didn't matter if he shouted, but it scared the little devils enough, they rushed to pick up their guns like a conditioned reflex.

But before it was too late, when Yang Ling shouted to fight, the three Czech light machine guns commanded by the deputy company commander Blacksmith had already opened fire tremblingly.

"Da da da— da da da—"

Short bursts of three bursts, the howling bullets shattered the weeds on the path of the ballistics, and the debris flew, and then went straight to the devils unabated.

"Pfft!"

The body of the ghost soldier who was picking up the gun from his shoulder splashed blood mist, and then rolled on the ground involuntarily, kicking up dust.

"Enemy attack! Enemy..."

The devil's sergeant rushed into the ditch beside the road while shouting, but a stray bullet pierced his head, and then his body fell heavily into the ditch, splashing a large amount of muddy water.

"Pfft!"