Chapter Thirteen
"I won, I actually won. We defeated the Russians..." Faced with this result, all the bandits who could still move on the battlefield were in full swing.
Everyone looked at the boss Yang Xingguo and became admired and awe.
The first time to eliminate ten Russians can it be said that Yang Xingguo is lucky to a certain extent.
However, the battle that has ended in front of us is a real record. No one can say that such a record is due to good luck.
It is certain that it was not until this moment that Yang Xingguo truly gained recognition from everyone in the copycat.
After seeing everyone's changes, Yang Xingguo was happy, but he did not lose his mind because of this.
From beginning to end, he remembered that there were about seventy Russians on the mountain road not far from here, staring at him, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.
As for the parody, although Yang Xingguo is not sure about the specific casualties, Yang Xingguo has already made a rough judgment on the number of bandits that can still be boiling at the moment.
Not long after, Wang Hu hurried over with both excited and worried eyes...
Seeing Yang Xingguo looking at him, Wang Hu quickly spoke: "The boss, the results and losses have been counted..."
"Including the master, you killed the enemy on the way to lure the enemy. There were 27 Russians who died in our hands. One Mauser pistol and forty bullets were seized... The Russians equipped 26 Mosinnagan rifles, more than 2,500 bullets, 27 sets of military coats, shoes, kettles, bayonets and other equipment, a total of 27 sets of equipment..."
Yang Xingguo was still very satisfied with this result.
Not to mention too much, the Mosinnagan rifles seized are enough to make a complete change of clothes.
You should know that to a certain extent, the Mosin Nagan rifle equipped by the Russians is no worse than the Murata rifle in terms of power and performance, and even surpasses the Murata rifle equipped by the Japanese in terms of adapting to the environment.
Of course, at this moment, what Yang Xingguo is most concerned about is not the result of the battle, but the losses of his brothers.
Before the Russians retreat, if one of their brothers loses, the hope of defeating the Russians will be reduced by one point.
So, as soon as Wang Hu finished his answer, Yang Xingguo asked: "What about the casualties? Is our losses a lot? How many brothers can continue to fight..."
Under Yang Xingguo's gaze, Wang Hu's face suddenly became solemn.
He replied in a heavy tone at Yang Xingguo: "Big Master, the squad you brought over lost eight brothers, and the two squads I brought over lost nine brothers, including two sharpshooters... Now, the entire platoon can continue to fight, including you and me, and there are only 24 left. It can be said that they have suffered heavy losses..."
Hearing this, Yang Xingguo's face suddenly became solemn.
However, this solemnity did not last long and was replaced by firmness.
Because, at this moment, Yang Xingguo suddenly thought of an idea of continuing to kill and destroy the Russians and having vitality.
After Wang Huzhuo tried, he ordered very decisively without any hesitation: "Let your brothers hide all the seizures... After that, continue to fight with me..."
"The Russians lost a platoon for no reason and would definitely send someone to search... We dare not touch their main force. However, the Russian scattered soldiers who searched Jinjinshan, as long as he dared to come, we would destroy as much as he came..."
"Only by completely hurting the Russians on the mountain road, they will take the initiative to withdraw and give up the encirclement and suppression of our Yangjiazhai!"
The two consecutive victories against the Russians have made Wang Hu and others completely convinced Yang Xingguo.
Therefore, after Yang Xingguo's order was issued, none of his dozens of subordinates opposed it.
Not only that, there were also many bandits' eyes, which had already shot out two hot gazes.
Because, in the eyes of these bandits, as long as they follow Yang Xingguo to fight, the battle will definitely be won.
On the mountain road on the main peak of Songshuling, the old Russian captain and less than 70 soldiers under his command were waiting for the victory of the pursuit troops to return with anxiety.
However, the gunfire that occurred in the dense forest had stopped for half an hour, and people still did not see any trace of the pursuit troops.
In this case, as long as anyone with a little rationality knows that the pursuit troops they sent must have encountered something unexpected.
If the pursuing troops sent by oneself won the fire just now, it would be enough for the pursuing troops to successfully withdraw after such a long time.
If the bandits win, the pursuit troops they sent will continue to pursue and continue to shoot at the bandits.
And what about this time, there was no gunshot before us.
"No, I can't continue to wait aimlessly..." The old Russian captain company commander, who was frowning, couldn't help but mutter to himself.
After a brief hesitation, he directly fixed his eyes on a sergeant squad leader, and ordered in a firm tone: "Stoff, take your people with you and immediately catch up with the pursuit troops to see what happened to the pursuit troops..."
"To avoid accidents, after entering the forest, except for fighting, there will be a bullet every five minutes. Use gunshots to tell me that you are safe... Let's go immediately..."
Under the clever gaze of the company commander, even though he knew that the forest in front of him was full of crisis and that the pursuit troops might have encountered something unexpected. Stov could only enter the dense forest with a worried face and a vigilant look on his face.
Following the obvious traces left by the pursuit troops, walking towards the depths of the forest little by little...
There is no doubt that Stov and his eight soldiers had no preparation to enter the ambush circle that Yang Xingguo had carefully prepared for him.
With a dense gunfire sounding around, the nine Russians, including Stov, were left alive in the blink of an eye.
Just before the alive Russian could react from the shock, at least ten rifles had re-targeted him.
Chapter completed!