The system sent me to fight

Chapter 611 Arriving at Savage Ditch

Principal Chang pondered for a while, and then asked: "So, Yang Jing and the others are not in danger yet?"

Dai Yunong lowered his head, leaned forward slightly, and said with a very humble attitude: "Return to the committee, judging from the current situation, Yang Jing should not be in danger, otherwise, the Japanese should have stopped the search, not like now, Continually mobilize troops there."

After a pause, Dai Yunong continued: "Of course, Yang Jing and the others are still in a very dangerous situation.

Whether it is to eradicate those Western journalists or Yang Jing, the Japanese will do whatever it takes. "

Principal Chang nodded his head to express his understanding, then pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at Wang Shihe at the side, and said, "Shihe, you immediately send power to Boling in my name, and order him not to relax in the slightest. The 11th Army caused enough trouble to assist Yang Jing to get rid of the Japanese siege."

"Yes!"

Wang Shihe nodded heavily, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Principal Chang: "Wait a minute!"

Wang Shihe turned around and looked at Principal Chang suspiciously, and asked, "Commissioner, what other orders do you have?"

Principal Chang said: "In addition, you can send a telegram in my name and tell Yang Jing that you must ensure your own safety, and if necessary, you can give up those Western reporters!

It is only necessary to ensure the safety of the reporter surnamed Song. "

"Yes!"

Wang Shihe nodded again, and waited for a while, after confirming that Principal Chang had no other orders, he turned around and left.

However, Principal Chang's words caused a storm in his heart. He did not expect that at this time, Yang Jing's status in Principal Chang had been raised to such an extent.

It can be foreseen that as long as Yang Jing does not make mistakes in principle, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the commander-in-chief of the theater, or even a higher level.

Although Dai Yunong was also frightened, he had no other ideas, because his idea was very simple, as long as he was absolutely loyal to the chairman, everything else was just a cloud.

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All night.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was not yet completely bright, and just a hint of whiteness appeared in the east, and Yang Jing took everyone out of the cave and set off.

Before leaving, Yang Jing asked people to bury all the food packaging and canned food.

The cave I lived in was also disguised as a cave where some wild animals lived, and then some dry grass was used to cover the entrance of the cave.

If the traces and rubbish left by them were not cleaned up, with the head of the little devil chicken thief, he would be able to judge their evacuation route.

Only in anti-Japanese dramas would the little devil be described as having a pig-like IQ, which is extremely inconsistent with historical common sense.

If the Japanese were so stupid, the War of Resistance would not have been so difficult.

After walking on the mountain road for about an hour, Pa Er hurriedly caught up.

Shouted: "Tuan Zuo, Tuan Zuo, my elder sister woke up, she seems to have something to say to you."

"Yeah!" Yang Jing turned around and strode towards Song Jiayi.

Song Jiayi's complexion was waxy, with almost no trace of blood, and her body was weak and lying flat on a simple stretcher.

When she saw Yang Jing coming, she bit her pale and blue lips, and said with difficulty: "Yang... Captain Yang, there are some important things that I have to... I will give them to you... These evidences, you, You must protect it well, and there is... and intelligence..."

Yang Jing immediately squatted down, put his ear to Song Jiayi's mouth, and nodded slightly.

Then, according to Song Jiayi's prompt, Yang Jing took out some papers from her braided hair.

Song Jiayi said in a weak voice: "Yang...Teacher Yang, I don't know if I can survive and how long I can live. I won't say much if I thank you. These things...you...you must ...It must be handed over to the chairman of the committee..."

"I understand, don't worry!" Yang Jing held the film in one hand, slightly held Song Jiayi's bloodless left hand with the other, and looked at her encouragingly: "You will be fine, don't say anything without my permission. Those oriental bastards, even if I am the King of the Underworld, I can’t do anything to you!”

When he said this, Yang Jing's tone was firm, his eyes were firm, and there was no room for doubt.

After a while, Yang Jing's eyes immediately became full of warmth, as if it could melt people's hearts, and then said: "Miss Song, these films must be handed in by you, I will keep them for you temporarily .

All you have to do now is to raise your spirits, and leave the rest to me! "

"Ok!"

Song Jiayi nodded slightly. She didn't know why, but when she saw Yang Jing, her heart felt very peaceful. It seemed that there was no problem in this world that could trouble the man in front of her.

Immediately, Yang Jing put the film in his pocket, and then transferred it to the system space.

On these films, there is evidence of the massacre of Chinese civilians by the Japanese army, evidence of the use of gas bombs, and some confidential intelligence materials of the Japanese army.

Yang Jing led a group of people along the southeast direction for about two more hours, and the sun in the sky had completely risen.

The golden sun shines, adding endless vitality to the earth.

Gradually, the trees in the surrounding forest became less dense.

When they reached the edge of the forest, they could get out of the forest by walking more than 10 kilometers.

Holding a compass in his hand, Yang Jing looked at the marching map, and looked around the terrain with his eyes to identify where he was.

But I saw that the map showed that their current location was the Savage Ditch!

After confirming that the evacuation route was correct, Yang Jing led the team to continue marching.

After another two or three kilometers of difficult walking in the forest, suddenly, a group of flying birds rushed out from the surrounding area screaming and fluttering their wings.

Yang Jing was startled when he saw the flock of birds flying randomly in the forest, and then, fragmentary gunshots came from not far away.

"Snapped!"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Hearing the gunshots around him, Yang Jing raised his hand and typed a series of sign language to the players following behind him.

When the team members saw the sign language, they knelt on the ground and stopped moving forward. They scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and raised the steel guns in their hands. The muzzle of the guns moved with the movement of their eyes.

Then they quickly scattered around, looking for hidden spots nearby.

Yang Jing knelt and hid behind a rock, his ears moved keenly, and his sharp eyes like a hawk falcon moved nimbly, carefully observing the wind and grass around him.

"Snapped!"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

There was another burst of gunfire.

Having dealt with the little devil so many times, Yang Jing was absolutely sure that it was the gunshot of the [-]th.

The gunfire was not very dense and noisy, and there should be no exchange of fire.

Although Yang Jing wasn't sure if these little devils were coming for them, but the sound of gunshots in the weak area blocked by the Japanese army was definitely not good news!

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Chapter 612 The Cruel Little Devil

After thinking for a while, Yang Jing explained a few words to Long Yun through the radio throat microphone.

"Long Yun, you watch here, I'll go over and investigate."

"Ok!"

Long Yun nodded in response.

Immediately, Yang Jing led a small team of players and quickly moved in the direction of the gunshots.

"Snapped!"

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Yang Jing and the others walked through the forest for a few minutes, and the gunshots in front of them resounded more clearly.

Pulling aside the dense thatch covering the front, a small village under the mountain a few hundred meters away came into Yang Jing's eyes.

The gunshot just now came from this cottage!

The village is close to the mountain col, and a small stream flows around the village. Perhaps it is located in a low-lying area. The morning fog has not evaporated completely before the sun, and the thin mist lingers around the village. It looks like a paradise and a fairyland on earth.

This village is called Longbukan. It is a small village on the edge of Yerengou. The villagers make a living by farming and hunting in the mountains.

The little devil really expected Yang Jing's retreat route, and they had already laid layers of nets around the 10 kilometers outside Yerengou in advance.

Yang Jing raised the Mosin Nagant sniper rifle in his hand, put his eyes behind the scope, and looked at the village hundreds of meters away.

This village is not too big, with only 5 to 60 households. The houses are basically stilted buildings. It seems that the people who live there should be Miao or Tujia.

The original paradise and fairyland on earth have now become a purgatory on earth, and the air is filled with fog and a strong smell of blood.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!..."

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tug-chug-chug!..."

Gunshots rang out from time to time in the village, and civilians lying in pools of blood could be seen everywhere on the stone-paved village road.

The little devils plundered food and property from house to house, and some little devils leaned on one side with their weapons, catching cattle, sheep and livestock in groups of three or four, making the village run wild.

These little devils are simply insane, not as good as animals. When they encounter civilians who resist, they will directly shoot and kill them mercilessly, or stab them to death with bayonets.

In the middle of the village, a raging fire ignited in several private houses, thick smoke pierced into the sky, and a child could be vaguely seen running out of a private house with his whole body burning.

In the end, before he could run two steps, he was bayoneted to death by a little devil on the village road.

Yang Jing suppressed the overwhelming anger in his heart, and moved his gaze to a wide open space in front of the village.

There were dead bodies lying on the open ground, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and finally gathered into a small stream flowing into the village, which almost dyed the small stream, which was not too big in the winter dry season, into a deep red.

At least more than 100 villagers were massacred by the little devils.

More than a dozen little devils trampled on the corpses of these civilians with ferocious faces. When they found any villagers who were still alive, they would cruelly raise their bayonets to make up the knife.

These little devils, who are not as good as animals, are so frenzied to the extreme that they will not let go of the men, women, old and children in the village, even the babies who are waiting to be fed.

Through the scope of the sniper rifle, Yang Jing even saw the hideous and distorted smiles on the faces of these little devils.

Instead of feeling that they were committing a crime, they felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.

These little devils actually take pleasure in killing people, taking pleasure in massacring ordinary Chinese civilians!

No humanity to the extreme!

"Tuan Zuo, these bastard little devils, it's easy for them to be cut into pieces..."

The leader of the 1st team, Lei Ming, said angrily. He gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand into a fist, beating the ground continuously, wishing he could rush over and kill all these burned and looted Japanese offal!

Seeing the little devil annihilating, looting, and killing wantonly, Yang Jing could only grit his teeth and temporarily suppress the endless anger in his heart.

Although there was only one squadron of little devils in the village, it would be a breeze to avenge those village names who died tragically with the fighting power of a special warfare team.

But the key question is that Yang Jing has other tasks and more important things on him.

Once there is a firefight with these little devils, if they can't be wiped out without knowing it.

Then they will definitely attract the enemy's large forces, and at that time, everyone will fall into a place of eternal doom surrounded by countless devils.

"Tuan Zuo, please give an order..."

Not only Lei Ming, but the rest of the team members also looked at the little devil who killed wantonly with angry expressions.

Seeing those villagers die tragically before his eyes, Yang Jing was filled with grief and indignation, and his steel teeth were almost crushed.

As a soldier, no, to be more precise, as long as you are a Chinese, a bloody Chinese, you absolutely cannot tolerate little devils slaughtering your own compatriots in front of you.

However, as a commander, you must focus on the overall situation!

Yang Jing struggled in his heart for a few seconds. He grabbed the thatch in front of him with all his strength and pulled out the thatch by its roots. He showed fierce eyes like a wild wolf, and roared angrily:

"Do it for me, tooth for tooth, blood for blood! Kill all these bastards, and leave no one behind!"

"Yes, group seat!"

The team members got up from Yang Jing's order, and they picked up their weapons and moved down the col as quickly as a mountain leopard.

Yang Jing's order was not a reckless act to vent his hatred.

He had reconnaissance just now, and there seemed to be no enemies in the surrounding kilometers, and it would not be a problem to kill the enemies and evacuate.

And more importantly, Yang Jing guessed the plot of the little devil, and it must not be a coincidence that this group of devils appeared here at this juncture.

It must be that the little devil's combat department has judged their retreat route and mobilized heavy troops to block it here in advance. Therefore, they can no longer evacuate along the direction of the wild man ditch, otherwise they will only fall into the little devil's ambush circle.

Yang Jing looked away from the corpses of Longbukan villagers at the entrance of the village. Soon, he noticed the old locust tree next to him. Several Longbukan villagers were hung on the tree.