Yang Ling and the others soon exchanged fire with the pursuing Japanese troops. The Japanese soldiers' firepower was so powerful that the violent bullets set off a metal storm that shattered the grass and saplings along the trajectory into pieces all over the sky. The bullets fell to the ground with a thud.
A huge cloud of mud and mist arose, making Yang Ling and the others unable to lift their heads.
Lieutenant Takahashi had a sneer on his face. He could tell from the sound of gunshots that the number of Chinese troops blocking them was very small, so he didn't even bother to make a flanking detour and directly commanded a small group of Japanese soldiers to pull the skirmisher line.
Charge forward.
Yang Dashu held the Type 96 light machine gun on his shoulder and kept pulling the trigger, firing in a fan pattern. However, the bullets flew out and the Japanese soldiers who were charging forward lay down on the ground to hide. As soon as the ballistic path passed, they hunched forward again.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and a machine gun could not suppress the advancing Japanese soldiers.
Yang Ling lay on the ground and fired the gun mechanically, constantly pulling the trigger. Every time a gun shot, a Japanese soldier fell to the ground, but it was useless to hit him alone. The Japanese were getting closer and closer.
"Throw a grenade to cover! Withdraw!" Seeing that the Japanese were already approaching, Yang Ling did not dare to fight, so he pulled out the only grenade left on his waist, pulled the rope, and threw it out.
Boom! The grenade stirred up gravel and soil and spattered wantonly in the smoke. The Japanese soldiers who were attacking were so frightened that they hurriedly fell down. However, the skirmish line of the Japanese soldiers was too long. Each Japanese soldier was at least seven or eight meters apart. Throwing the grenade
I heard a noise when I went out, but no one was hit.
However, Yang Ling and the others also took advantage of the sound of the grenade, picked up the guns in their hands, turned around and ran away. By the time the Japanese lying on the ground reacted, they had already jumped out more than ten meters.
The Japanese soldiers screamed angrily, stood up and chased while pulling the bolt of their guns to fire. The bullets kept passing by Yang Ling and the others. However, at this moment, these remnant soldiers also knew that life and death were at stake, so they took all the effort to get rid of them.
When I came out, I only regretted that my parents had lost two legs.
More than twenty remnant soldiers ran panting, with a large group of Japanese soldiers chasing after them. It was like a race between an antelope and a lion on the grassland. Whoever stopped would lose.
Yang Ling and the others ran past the battlefield where Lao Wangtou and the others had fought fiercely, and saw the corpses and debris on the ground, and also saw Lao Wangtou lying in the cold wind. Yang Ling only had time to sigh, turned around and started running again. There was no time for pain and suffering.
Sadness, once it stops, they will turn into corpses.
"Damn, damn, I can't run anymore." Yang Dashu was carrying the Type 96 light machine gun, dragged down by a big iron lump. Even though he was as strong as a bear, his tired tongue almost stuck out.
"Stop, fight again!" Yang Ling was also very tired. He was originally ill and had not recovered well, but now there was cold wind in his throat, as if something was stuck in his neck. He rolled to the ground, turned around, raised his gun and started to fight.
The bullet pierced through the body of the Japanese soldier who was immersed in pursuit as if it had eyes. The Japanese soldier staggered forward and ran a few more steps before looking up and falling to the ground.
The crackling gunshots rang out again, and the Japanese soldiers who were chasing closely were caught off guard and knocked down five or six more times. The blood stained the withered grass. The Japanese soldiers were also sweating profusely from exhaustion and cursed the Chinese army as dogs.
Yeah, running so fast, they didn't even bother to take a breath, they just pulled the bolt of their guns and fired back.
The two sides fought back and forth for a while, with smoke and smoke. Yang Ling and the others took a breath, finally recovered, raised their legs and started running again.
However, the Japanese soldiers following them were like candy, stuck to their butts and unable to get rid of them, and tended to get closer and closer.
"Company Commander, it's not an option for us to keep running like this. Sooner or later we will be overtaken by the Japs, and none of them will survive. I'll lead a few brothers to stay behind to stop them."
Liu Yidao was holding his machete, gasping for air, and shouted to Yang Ling as he ran.
It would be a dead end to stay behind to stop the Japs. Yang Ling only had a few brothers left in the party now, so how could he bear to let them die in vain again? He shook his head and refused without even thinking about it.
But running like this is not an option. Sooner or later, the Japanese will catch up with him and he will inevitably be destroyed. Just when Yang Ling was worried, a gun was fired in the distance, and the crackling sound was like exploding beans.
"Let's go over there!" Yang Ling waved his hand, turned around and rushed out with his gun in hand. No matter what the situation was on his side, as long as there was a firefight, it at least meant that there were friendly forces, which would be better than being chased by the Japanese all the time. If
If you're lucky, you might be able to counterattack with the help of friendly forces.
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The dilapidated village was filled with flames. Hundreds of ragged National Revolutionary Army soldiers were being bombarded by Japanese grenades in the village. Smoke and dust filled the village wantonly, and they were blocked by Japanese soldiers.
, it is embarrassing to say that there were not many Japanese soldiers blocking them, only about twenty people in total.
More than 20 Japanese soldiers were divided into two waves and sealed the entrance to the village with machine guns. The tongues of fire spurted out the national soldiers who broke out and charged and threw them to the ground. Many people's bodies were beaten into a hornet's nest, which was terrible to see.
"Damn it, keep charging! I don't believe you can't get out!" A second lieutenant with a loud voice, his head wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, wanted to rush out with a gun.
"Platoon leader, platoon leader, we can't charge any more. If we charge any more, all our brothers will die." Someone hugged the second lieutenant platoon leader's thigh and prayed with choked sobs.
"Why don't you rush out and stay here to wait for death? Get out of here!" The second lieutenant platoon leader kicked away the soldier holding his thigh, and then asked others to rush out.
"Platoon leader, we can't get out, why not surrender!" The soldier who was kicked away gritted his teeth and shouted, "We can survive if we surrender!"
"You bastard! You've forgotten how your regiment died! You were stabbed to death by the Japanese with bayonets, and you actually want to surrender! I'll kill you!" the second lieutenant platoon leader shouted like an enraged lion.
He roared and raised his gun at the soldier who said he wanted to surrender.
"Platoon leader, I don't want to die either. My baby is only one year old. How will the two of them survive without me..." The soldier cried and roared, both as an accusation and as a way to vent his tears.
It fell down the cheek, mixed with blood, making the face a mess.
When the second lieutenant platoon leader heard what the soldier said, he lowered the muzzle of his gun. He stepped forward and kicked the soldier several times in anger: "You worthless thing! You will get a pension from the government when you die! Are you still afraid of these two girls?"
Can't you survive? I think you are a coward!"
"Brothers! We are fighting a national war, and we are fighting Japanese Japanese devils! Your wives, children, and parents are watching us from behind. Anyone who dares to surrender to the Japanese will have his spine stabbed for the rest of his life!"
"You have all seen this when we came here. So many villages have been bombed by the devils, so many people have been harmed by the devils. If we can't stop the devils here, the devils will go to ruin our families and harm you.
My wife and children, do you think we can surrender?"
"No! You can't surrender even if you die!" The bloody spirit of the soldiers was aroused, and the scarred soldiers roared that they would fight the Japanese to the end.
"Everyone who can still move, pick up a gun for me. I don't want to go back alive today. Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one! Let me rush out and kill the Japanese!"
"Kill the Japanese!" More than a hundred people roared in unison and rushed out of the village.
The people in the village rushed out, and the Japs also heard the roar and were about to pull the trigger and continue to fight. Suddenly, guns rang out from behind. Yang Ling and the others took the Japs soldiers' retreat. As blood spattered, the Japs soldiers at the entrance of the village were shot and fell to the ground.
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"Platoon commander! Platoon commander! It's a friendly force! Our friendly force!" A soldier shouted excitedly.
"Damn it, look what's behind them!" The platoon leader kicked the excited soldiers angrily. The soldiers looked behind, and saw more than a hundred Japanese soldiers cheering and chasing the friendly troops towards this place.
When Bian came, the excitement immediately turned into yelling and yelling, "Damn it, you have no place to run, you have to lure the Japanese here."