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

But they themselves are a group of veterans who have survived a near death, and they still have the advantage of crushing these hastily formed puppet troops.

"Behind, there is someone attacking behind!"

When the officers and soldiers of the special forces attacked and killed more than 30 puppet troops, the puppet troops in front finally reacted and turned their guns one after another.

But when they saw the icy eyes of this group of cold-faced, murderous strangers, they couldn't help but shudder.

The puppet army wanted to shoot, but the officers and soldiers of the special operations team and their people were strangled together at close range. Once they fired, they would definitely kill their own people by mistake.

The puppet army who had not yet contacted raised their guns and aimed for a long time, and finally had to give up shooting and joined the battle group with bayonets in their hands.

But after joining the battle group, they realized that they had encountered a powerful and perverted army. These people had bayonets in their hands, and every knife was tricky and fierce, making the puppet army lose their combat effectiveness.

What Yang Ling gave to these special forces officers and soldiers were the most direct killing techniques. The bayonets in their hands were longer than daggers, and they were invincible with the bayonets in their hands.

For a moment, smoke and dust rose in the dilapidated farmyard, and blood mist filled the air. Under the attack of the fierce and tricky special forces, the puppet army retreated steadily and died soon.

Some of the wounded guerrilla soldiers who were trapped in the house wanted to go out to help, but they were held back by Luo Feng. They were worried that they would be accidentally killed by this group of people who appeared from nowhere, so it would be a joke.

In less than 10 minutes, a company of more than 100 puppet soldiers were all put down in a pool of blood by the Lieyan Special Forces in melee combat, making Luo Feng and others who were hiding in the room to watch the battle gasp.

The surviving puppet soldier saw the corpses of his companions all over the yard, and then saw the pairs of cold and bloodthirsty eyes. His face was ashen, and he couldn't help backing away. In the end, he threw away the gun in his hand in a mental breakdown, and turned around. To escape over the gap in the broken wall.

"puff!"

But as soon as the puppet army ran to the gap, a bloody bayonet was thrown from behind, and it accurately sank into his body.

The puppet soldier paused, looked down at the point of the knife protruding from his chest, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Text Chapter 893 Choice!

Groups of well-organized troops are marching towards Gaoyou in columns, and the banners fluttering in the wind are thin and resolute faces, and their steps are sonorous and powerful.

Although the cotton military uniforms worn by the officers and soldiers were sewed with devils and puppet uniforms and then crudely re-dyed, they were uniformly worn on the guerrilla officers and soldiers, which made them a bit more heroic.

The energetic military appearance, all [-] rifles, the infantry artillery pulled by horses, and the light and heavy machine guns on the shoulders show that they are well equipped.

If it weren't for the youthful looks on the immature faces of these officers and soldiers, the acting company commander Luo Feng, who was squatting under a leeward wall in tattered clothes, would have correctly thought that what was passing by was a regular army.

However, the flying flag let Luo Feng know that this was not a regular army, but a guerrilla army like them, but Luo Feng was also very shocked by how well equipped a guerrilla army was.

You know, there are dozens of guerrilla troops, the Loyalty and National Salvation Army, and the Security Brigade in the northern and central Jiangsu areas. Most of the troops can't afford to eat, let alone equipped.

And the guerrilla unit in front of him, who went south from northern Jiangsu, not only can eat well, but also has so many Japanese weapons and equipment, which makes Luo Feng, the acting company commander of the first guerrilla unit, jealous. .

Seeing these high-moralized troops passing by all the way in front of him, and seeing his blood-stained and tattered military uniform, Luo Feng felt uncomfortable.

Luo Feng and the others were almost made dumplings by the puppet army carrying out the search and arrest mission, but fortunately they were rescued by Yang Ling's Lie Yan Special Operations Brigade.

After saving Luo Feng and the others, the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade left them with some fried rice and medicines, and left in a hurry, because their advance troops going south still had missions.

Now five or six survivors of Luo Feng and others from the first guerrilla unit were sitting under the wall next to the street with scars all over their bodies. They were extremely weak and their wounds were festering.

When Luo Feng and others broke through to the village, there were still more than 30 brothers. It is a pity that after the first battle of the puppet army that surrounded them, there were less than ten survivors, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

More importantly, they have nowhere to go now. As their troops have been dispersed, the Japanese and puppet troops are now in the occupied enemy's rear area, and the plainclothes traitors are rampant. He knows that once they fall into the hands of these people, they will Never survived.

The sun was covered by the cold and thick clouds, and the cold wind hit along the street, causing Luo Feng, who was covered in tattered clothes, to shiver involuntarily.

He looked back and saw several weak surviving brothers. Although he wanted to plead to join the guerrilla army in front of him, he still had no idea.

If they were intact, regardless of their combat effectiveness, he would have full confidence in joining this army. Unfortunately, they are covered with scars now, and no army would want them to be such a burden.

Because in order to restore their combat effectiveness, not only medicines but also people are required to take care of them. This is a very loss-making business. No army will accept them so stupidly. At most, give them some food and let them go find them. own troops.

This is also what most of the lightly or severely wounded who were scattered on the battlefield fear most. They are not afraid of bloody battles with little devils.

There was a crisp sound of horseshoes, and Luo Feng raised his eyes to see a dozen sturdy cavalrymen with stern eyes, surrounded by an officer with a thin and stern face, galloping along the street.

Luo Feng was also a veteran who crawled out of the dead. His pupils shrank slightly, and he could tell at a glance that the dozen or so cavalrymen surrounding the officer in uniform were all veterans who had survived many battles.

Those cold eyes and vague murderous aura are not something a recruit can have. It is a kind of fierce aura that can only be had after killing enough people.

And this cavalry team of more than ten people is Yang Ling and his guards. The headquarters of the corps is still behind. Yang Ling took the first step and rushed to Gaoyou. He also saw Luo Feng and others scattered under the broken wall. .

Seeing the miserable situation of Luo Feng and the others, Yang Ling frowned slightly. He didn't expect Gao You to fight so hard, but his horse speed did not slow down, because he had already received a report and knew the identities of Luo Feng and the others.

As the commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, he naturally didn't need to personally arrange for Luo Feng and other scattered stragglers. He had ordered the storage team and the medical team to be responsible for the resettlement of these scattered stragglers and wounded soldiers. up.

But just as Yang Ling and the others were more than ten steps away from Luo Feng and the others, and were about to pass them, Luo Feng suddenly stood up from under the broken wall, and quickly rushed to the front of the horse team, blocking the way of the horse team.

"alert!"

Seeing Luo Feng's change, Yang Ling's squad leader of the guards turned serious, and hastily reined in the reins, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and set it on fire.

The guards behind him quickly guarded Yang Ling, who was wearing a soldier's uniform, in the middle, drew their guns one after another, and looked around as if they were facing an enemy, worried that they might encounter an ambush.

And a platoon of infantry brothers who were passing by Yang Ling and the others also reacted very quickly. They only heard the sound of clattering, and before Luo Feng could react, at least ten muzzles of rifles hit him. body.

Just as Luo Feng was about to speak, someone knocked him over with a gun butt, and then someone twisted his arms and pinned him to the ground. The scarred brothers behind him were also surrounded by guns. up.

Now Yang Ling is the commander of the North Jiangsu First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps. Although he still holds the rank of colonel, his security work has been further strengthened.

After all, the activities of enemy agents in the occupied areas are very rampant, and they often attack the heads of various troops in an attempt to paralyze the combat effectiveness of the troops.

Now these guard brothers around Yang Ling are all elites. Although Yang Ling felt that such a high-intensity security work was a bit too much, he couldn't resist the opposition of the officers under him, so he could only let himself be protected.

Luo Feng was pressed to the ground and ate his mouth full of dirt, and he almost lost his breath. The wounds all over his body were also in severe pain from the violent movements.

"You belong to that army, what do you want to intercept us?!"

After confirming that there was no weapon on Luo Feng, he was quickly picked up from the ground, and the squad leader of the guard stepped forward to interrogate him seriously.

After Luo Feng turned his head and spit out the mud in his mouth, he grinned in pain and said, "Can you relax a little, it hurts."

Luo Feng fought with the little devil under Gaoyou City, and his body was covered with bloody cuts. Although it had condensed into blood scabs, it was now cracked again.

Seeing that Luo Feng was really in pain, and looking at his dirty and tattered military uniform, the squad leader of the guards signaled with his eyes, and the two brothers who were supporting him relaxed a little.

"I'm Luo Feng, the acting company commander of the first guerrilla commander, General Ma Yuren. Our troops are finished. We brothers have nowhere to go. Please take me in!" Several guards threw themselves at Yang Ling who was sitting on the horse.

Although Yang Ling was only wearing a soldier's uniform, his calm aura was not comparable to that of a small soldier. Luo Feng still had this vision.

Text Chapter 894 Severe Situation

In order to strengthen his bargaining power, Luo Feng continued to shout without waiting for Yang Ling's answer: "My brothers followed me out of the Shanghai battle, and fought a lot with the little devils. Treat the wounded, give us a bite to eat, and our brothers will go through fire and water with the officer!"

In fact, Luo Feng was also forced to do nothing. If there was no medicine and food, his brothers would definitely not be able to survive, so he could only take risks.