"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and pack your things and move." Yang Ling crawled out of the ditch and shouted to the remnants of the soldiers who were shouting excitedly.
There are Japs everywhere now. As soon as the gunshots here are fired, the Japs around will swarm in like wild dogs smelling fishy smell. Yang Ling doesn't want to be bitten by the Japs and won't be able to shake him off.
The remnants of the soldiers were excitedly picking up the Japs' trophies and not letting go of anyone who caught their eye. The main reason was that China was too poor and the soldiers had nothing but a military uniform, a gun and a few bullets.
The little Japs were well equipped and had everything to eat, drink and use. Naturally, the remaining soldiers were not polite. Soon the Japanese were stripped naked, and everything they had on them became the trophies of the remaining soldiers.
"Withdraw!" A few minutes later, Yang Ling waved his hand, and the group disappeared into the woods.
Although this was a small ambush, Guan Zhongbao could see the huge strength gap between the two sides. Even with an absolute advantage, two of the remaining soldiers were still injured by the explosion, and one had a bullet in his arm.
Just hum.
But the small victory also boosted the morale of the remnants, especially the five remnants who joined later. They had been chased away by the little Japs, and now they turned around and eliminated the Japs. Not to mention how happy they felt.
"Brother, your shooting skills are good." The tall and thin man quickly caught up with Yang Ling who was walking in front, carrying his old Hanyang-made rifle, and gave Yang Ling a thumbs up.
Yang Ling also slowed down: "Your marksmanship is also good. I know you. My name is Yang Ling, from the 61st Division."
Among the Chinese army at this period, Yang Ling did not expect that there would be such a tall and thin man with good marksmanship, and he immediately wanted to make friends with him.
The tall and lanky man introduced himself with a simple and honest smile: "My name is Luo Ziqiang, from the 128th Division. When it comes to marksmanship, I'm far behind you."
Hearing Luo Ziqiang say this actually made Yang Ling a little embarrassed. His marksmanship was obtained by feeding thousands of bullets when he was the captain of the Falcon Squadron. On the contrary, he admired Luo Ziqiang, and the 128th Division was not the same.
The direct descendants of Chiang Kai-shek probably didn't have a large supply of bullets, so it was really not easy for them to be able to shoot like this.
"By the way, why were you bitten by the Japanese?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
Luo Ziqiang sighed heavily, "We were hiding in the reeds, but who knew that many Japanese search teams suddenly appeared in this area. We were not discovered and had no choice but to run. Fortunately, we met you.
, otherwise it will be over sooner or later."
What Luo Ziqiang said is right, because the food nutrition of Chinese soldiers has never kept up with them. Most of them are sallow and thin, and their physical strength is still a little worse than those Japanese soldiers who are short but capable.
"You mean a Japanese search team suddenly appeared in this area?" Yang Ling frowned.
Luo Ziqiang replied: "Isn't that right? Originally we wanted to wait until the Japs passed by and then find a way to break out from other directions. Who knew that the Japs suddenly searched the area with great fanfare and bit us like crazy dogs?
It’s really strange that I won’t let go.”
Yang Ling listened to Luo Ziqiang's words, but he was muttering in his heart, maybe he and others had stirred up a hornet's nest by raiding at night and annihilating a Japanese team.
Thinking of the map he took out from the body of the Jaap squad leader, he felt that there was a high probability that the average Jaap squad leader would have a shitty map on his body. Thinking of this, Yang Ling showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Brother Yang, what are your plans next?" Luo Ziqiang asked Yang Ling, who was immersed in thought as he walked.
"What are your plans?" Yang Ling did not answer directly, but asked instead.
Luo Ziqiang was stunned and said dejectedly: "I originally wanted to hide and wait for the Japs to pass before finding a direction with fewer Japs to break out, but now I can only take one step at a time."
Yang Ling approached Luo Zi and said forcefully: "Why don't you team up with us? With more people, we are more powerful. Just like the small army that encountered the Japanese just now, we can still eat them."
Luo Ziqiang's eyes lit up when he heard Yang Ling's words. It turned out that he was always thinking about how to escape and break out, but he never thought about taking the initiative to eliminate the Japs. After all, the previous fiasco left a shadow in their hearts, that is, the Japs are stronger than them.
Can't beat it.
It is precisely based on this idea that Luo Ziqiang and others only know how to escape when facing the Japanese, without thinking of counterattack.
In fact, Yang Ling had the same idea before. He felt that the Japanese were very powerful and it was difficult for them to compete with them. He wanted to break out with these remnants and use them as a template to form a Republic of China version of the Falcon Squadron to give the Japanese a better life.
A hard blow.
However, after two consecutive battles, he found that although the Japanese were powerful, it was not a problem to eliminate small groups of Japanese as long as the tactics were properly deployed. Of course, they could only eliminate small groups of Japanese. When encountering large groups of Japanese, they would still be able to defeat them.
Have to escape.
Luo Ziqiang said worriedly: "There is no problem in teaming up, but now that the Japs are chasing us so hard, the more people we have, the bigger the target will be. Wouldn't it be self-defeating?"
Yang Ling patted Luo Ziqiang on the shoulder and smiled: "If we escape, if there are too many people, of course it will be difficult to escape, but if we take the initiative to attack, wouldn't the more people, the better?"
"Attack?" Luo Ziqiang looked around at the remaining soldiers who totaled less than fifteen, and hurriedly waved his hands: "If we just attack the Japanese with these few people, wouldn't we be throwing ourselves into a trap and dying?"
Although Luo Ziqiang also wanted to avenge his dead brothers, hatred did not let him go to his head. He knew that with his current strength, he could barely fight against the Japanese squad. If he encountered the Japanese squad or squadron, other than
There is no other way out after being eliminated.
"Who said we only have a few people to attack the Japanese? I'm not stupid. There must be many soldiers in this area who were scattered and had no time to evacuate. We just need to gather them together. When the time comes, we will have more people and guns.
When the time comes, no matter whether we stay behind to fight the Japanese or break out to join the main force, the little devils will not be able to stop us."
After hearing Yang Ling's analysis, Luo Ziqiang immediately felt that it made sense and immediately raised his hands in agreement.
But Luo Ziqiang soon became worried again. The surrounding area was full of criss-crossing farmland, water nets and reed swamps. It was really not an easy task to gather the stragglers who were hiding.
But Yang Ling quickly solved the problem: "We will go wherever there is gunfire. We will definitely find some people."
Now Yang Ling has changed his mind. Even if he wants to break out of the encirclement, he must teach the little Japanese a lesson before leaving, and take out more broken troops. Anyway, this battle will take at least two months to rescue more
A few people will have more strength to resist when the time comes.