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

Moreover, Yang Ling wouldn't say that it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he will take revenge if he has revenge, so he has already led the team to the outskirts of Xinzhuang, but Han Feihu didn't know that the time of death had come.

Text Chapter 823 Touching the Whistle

Not long after Yang Ling and the others rested in hiding in the grassy field, rustling sounds came from the darkness ahead.

"Password!" The guard sentry asked a password in a low voice while holding a gun.

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

"Return order!"

"Blood battle to the end!"

Soon, more than a dozen scouting brothers came back hunched over in skirmish formation.

"How's the situation?" Yang Ling asked the investigation platoon leader who came back.

The reconnaissance platoon leader replied solemnly: "There are many trenches with barbed wire and bunkers, and the defenses are very tight. There is only a ditch in the west that is very loosely defended. There are only two floating sentries, and an attack can be launched from there."

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

The investigation platoon leader shook his head: "We were afraid to scare the snake, so we didn't dare to sneak in..."

After the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade returned to Xinzhuang, they strengthened their defenses because they were worried about the retaliation of the guerrillas. Yang Ling immediately felt a little tricky.

I don't know the situation in Xinzhuang now. If they attack rashly and don't know the firepower configuration inside, I'm afraid the loss will not be small.

But now the brothers in the investigation platoon no longer dare to go close to capture the prisoners and come back for interrogation, because that would easily expose them and alarm the enemies inside.

"You have worked hard, go down and rest first." Yang Ling waved his hands to let the brothers in the investigation platoon go to rest.

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

"Tuan Zuo, what should we do 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 a newcomer to his brothers. As long as they fight desperately, they may not be able to tear a gap.

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

"Regimental Commander, let me take the brothers to lead the battle!" Deputy Battalion Commander Blacksmith also asked for a fight.

Yang Ling agreed to the blacksmith's invitation to fight: "Okay, then you lead someone to lead the battle, but remember to arrest two prisoners for interrogation before touching it. We don't know the situation inside. If the situation is not right, we will return it."

"Let the brothers rest first, and launch an attack before dawn." Yang Ling quickly arranged the attack echelon, and waved his brothers to rest.

First, Yang Ling was thinking about his brothers. After all, they were tired after fighting all day and urgently needed to rest to replenish their strength. Second, people were most tired and relaxed at dawn, and they happened to be caught off guard by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade belonged to the Ninth Guerrilla Column, since they slaughtered the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians, no matter what their purpose was, whether they surrendered to the devils, Yang Ling already regarded them as enemies, and the only thing he needed to do was to destroy them!

Yang Ling and the others rested in the field outside Xinzhuang until about five o'clock in the morning. The officers patted the sleeping brothers one by one.

"Wake up, ready to fight..."

The voices of the officers were very low, and were soon drowned out by the howling cold wind, and Xinzhuang's Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade didn't notice it at all.

After the brothers sorted out their weapons and ammunition, Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, took the lead of two squads of veterans and moved towards the west of Xinzhuang. The brothers from a battalion also followed silently.

The night provided them with excellent cover, and soon they could see the fires used by the Xinzhuang guards to light and keep warm.

These fires illuminated the nearby circular fortifications and machine guns. Most of the sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade leaned against the fires and snored loudly, and those who were still awake were all dazed and fighting.

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

The sentries stared and waited all night without any movement. Now it was almost dawn, so they couldn't help but relax. Besides, it was so cold and sleepy, so they didn't care so much.

To the west of Xinzhuang is a slowly flowing ditch, which flows around Xinzhuang. Because the ditch is blocked, it is considered a natural danger, so the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade put two floating sentries to watch here.

At this moment, the two sentries were carrying their guns and their hands were tucked into their sleeves. The cold wind howled made them shiver, and there was nothing in the dark outside, which made them relax their vigilance.

"Damn, they are warming the fire, let us suffer from the cold here."

A sentry looked at the sentries sitting by the fire in the distance, cursing and tremblingly took out a soft cigarette from his arms, lit one for himself, trying to warm his body.

"Give me one too!" Another sentry came up to him and said eagerly.

"Where's your boy's cigarette?" The sentry was dissatisfied, but he still handed one to his companion.

The sentinel chuckled: "It was all smoked in the morning, you don't know, I can't help but smoke when I see a good cigarette..."

"Damn, you know you're taking advantage of me."

"When the devil gives us cigarettes again, can I ask you to smoke too?"

"Don't tell me, the cigarettes of this ghost soldier are different..."

The two mobile sentinels stood shoulder to shoulder and sat down under a leeward broken wall as they spoke. There was a faint voice of conversation.

When the mobile posts of the two Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigades were smoking and chatting in the lee, in the field opposite the ditch, two squads of guerrilla officers and soldiers had crawled to the ditch.

Seeing the mobile whistle of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade avoiding smoking, the blacksmith waved his hand, and a squad of guerrilla brothers quickly slid down the ditch.

In the weather of early winter, although the water in this ditch was not icy cold, it still made the brothers who slipped into the water shudder and turn pale.

Although it was just a ditch, it was more than three meters wide, the water was waist-deep, and there was mud under the feet, which almost caused the brothers to slip and fall.

After the guerrillas made sure that they were not discovered, they did not dare to stay. They 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, their bodies almost numb.

Under the cover of the brothers from the two squads who had crossed the ditch first, the brothers who passed through about two rows one after another hid in the darkness, while the two sentinels from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who had finished smoking came back from the leeward Turned out behind the rotten wall.

Seeing the sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade reappear in sight, the brothers who had crossed the ditch lay down on the ground, not daring to move.

Those brothers who were soaked in the water felt even more distressed, and they didn't dare to move, as long as they made a sound, they would be discovered, and they were almost numb.

The two sentinels walked to a place about ten meters away from the ditch, took a look, and felt that something was wrong.

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

"Puchi!" Before he could react, his mouth was covered by a big hand. There was a pain in his chest, and a sharp bayonet pierced into his chest without hindrance. His legs stared twice. Down, his eyes dimmed, and he died.

The sudden change made the other sentry froze on the spot in fright. When he was also thrown down, he reacted and wanted to shout, but his mouth was tightly covered.

"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. The sentry didn't dare to struggle any more, and quickly compromised. The death of his companion was happening right before his eyes, and he didn't want to die.

Text Chapter 824 One pot end

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."