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

The brothers shot quickly and ruthlessly, the bayonet brought up patches of blood rain, but some devils still screamed.

"what happened?"

When the devils in the center of the devil camp warmed up around the fire, they all looked in the direction of the sound when they heard the screams.

But it didn't matter if they didn't look at it, they were startled when they saw countless black figures holding bayonets silently rushing in from outside the camp, and the screams came from the tents on the edge of the camp.

"Baga, enemy attack!"

Seeing the murderous guerrilla officers and soldiers, these ghost soldiers were shocked, grabbed their rifles and stood up one after another, screaming and screaming.

"Call me!"

Seeing that his whereabouts had been revealed, Yang Ling, who led the team into the devil's camp, raised his gun and shot without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

The pistol in Yang Ling's hand kept pulling the trigger, and all the twenty bullets in the magazine were swept towards the devil at once.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

Facing the dense bullets, these devils, who were pulling the bolts of their guns, fell to the ground before they had time to fire a shot. Some devils fell into the fire, sparks scattered, and some devils let out a killing spree. Howling like a pig.

Text Chapter 140 Anger

The devil soldiers were soundly asleep, when suddenly there was loud gunfire outside, the devil soldiers were awakened, and soon they realized that they had been attacked.

"Quickly gather!"

"The Chinese are calling!"

There was chaos in the camp, with shouts and screams everywhere, and the tents were constantly torn apart, knocking the devil soldiers who had just stood up inside the tents to the ground.

The ghost soldiers who hadn't woken up didn't even care about putting on their clothes, they grabbed their guns and rushed out of the tent, cursing angrily.

Anyone who is disturbed while sleeping soundly will not be in a clear dream mood, and the devil soldiers are no exception. They think it is the harassment of the guerrillas, and they are going to go out and teach them a good lesson.

But when the devil soldiers didn't expect, the brothers led by Yang Ling had already rushed into their camp. This was not a harassment, but an attack.

"Da da da— da da da—"

The gunfire alarmed the little devil, and the machine gunners of the guerrillas who rushed into the camp quickly seized some favorable positions, set up their machine guns and fired.

The poor ghost soldiers who reacted quickly and rushed out of the tent were beaten into a sieve as soon as they emerged from the tent, and then lay down on the ground in a mess.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The devils, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, assembled their troops and organized people to try to fight back, pushing out the guerrillas who rushed into the camp.

"Bang bang bang!"

But these ghost soldiers who had just assembled soon encountered the key care of the grenades, and when a grenade hit them, blood and flesh flew all over the place, causing a lot of casualties.

"Come on!"

"Hit me hard!"

"Grenade, throw the grenade!"

The brothers who rushed into the devil's camp were like tigers descending the mountain, fighting and rushing, and under the tyrannical firepower, the messy devils were swept away in pieces.

The attack came so suddenly that the devils didn't have any preparations. The mobile sentries, fixed sentries and patrols on the periphery didn't have any warnings, which left the devils with no time to react.

"Zizi!"

The guerrilla brothers used up a lot of bullets in the previous battles, but they still had enough grenades. They threw grenades while charging, and the little devils cried out.

"Boom! Boom!"

The brothers not only threw grenades at places where there were many devils, but also aimed at those tents, throwing grenades when they saw tents.

Many ghost soldiers hiding in the tent were blown away by the scorching air waves amidst the rumbling explosion, howling miserably.

The guerrilla's offensive was sudden and fierce, and the devil's camp in the salient immediately fell into chaos, with gunshots and explosions everywhere, and shaking figures everywhere, which undoubtedly made the devil even more frightened.

Deputy Battalion Commander Liang Xiaoshan was also like a little tiger, charging wherever there were more devils, and all the devils who stood in front of him were knocked down by bullets.

"Kill Gaga!"

Soon, the devil's squadron leader assembled more than 50 devils. In order to block the guerrillas and give the troops behind the time to assemble, they rushed over fiercely.

"Brothers, kill!"

Seeing this group of devils rushing over with their bayonets upright, Yang Ling also thrust the shelled pistol into his waist, picked up a rifle and hung the bayonet on it, and with a roar, he led others to meet him.

"Kill!" The brothers roared loudly, with a fierce murderous look in their eyes, and rushed up after Yang Ling.

It's been a long time since Yang Ling had a bayonet fight with the little devil. The main reason was that he was already the commander of the Northern Subei Corps, and he was injured by a traitor attack. '

But now facing the bright bayonets in front of him, the blood in his bones boiled, and he rushed forward immediately.

The brothers saw that the chief officer Yang Ling was so brave, they rushed forward one after another, not to be outdone, and faced more than 50 devils without the slightest fear.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

Two small groups of people collided fiercely in the melee camp, accompanied by the muffled sound of bayonets being stabbed into the body, and the blood rushed wildly.

Yang Ling stabbed out fiercely, stabbing a ferocious little devil in front of him, and then kicked the devil's stomach fiercely, sending him flying backwards.

The devils who flew back knocked the two devils who were rushing up with bayonets behind and staggered. Before they could stand still, Yang Ling stepped forward and swept the butt of the gun, and the butt of the gun slammed into their hands. face.

Yang Ling's force was so strong that the butt of the gun directly dented the devil's face, and the other devil was swept to the helmet by the unabated butt of the gun, and his head was dizzy, unsteady and fell to one side.

The brothers rushed and killed, and the bayonet kept stabbing the devil to the point of chills, spurts of blood spattered, and the brothers were covered in sticky blood.

"Bagaya Road!"

The devil's officers were also ferocious and brave. Their sharp sabers danced vigorously. One brother didn't pay attention, and his entire arm was cut off immediately, and blood poured out immediately.

The two sides strangled into a group, and the subsequent guerrilla brothers also rushed to join the battle group, and soon the guerrilla brothers gained the upper hand.

The brothers of the guerrillas, whether they are fighting or fighting, are in groups of three or four to form combat groups.

Although the devils are very fierce, facing the bayonets coming from several directions, even if they use their guns to poke one away, the other will quickly plunge into their bodies.

More than 50 vicious devils were quickly surrounded by the brothers. White knives went in and red knives came out. One by one, the devils were stabbed to the ground, and a layer of corpses was densely piled up on the ground.