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Chapter 137 Fight back!

Yang Ling was lying on a pile of rotten dead leaves. The dead leaves were so soft that it felt like lying on a sponge. After running for so long, he was covered in sweat. When he stopped and the cold wind blew, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

A swish of ice.

But now that life and death were at stake, he didn't care so much. He reached out and took out the dirty bullet from his pocket, wiped it on his sleeve, and pressed it into the barrel of the gun.

The cold was not over yet, and she felt dizzy and weak before running. But after being chased by bullets and sweating profusely, Yang Ling now felt that her whole body was smoother and more comfortable.

"Hey, what's your name?" Yang Ling turned his head and asked when he saw the second lieutenant platoon leader he met in the shabby village lying next to him, breathing heavily.

Second lieutenant platoon leader Qin Shou stared at the dead branches and leaves that had been torn by bullets and fell like rain. He was afraid that the Japanese soldiers' bullets would miss him and fall on him. His dirty face was tense. Hearing Yang Ling

He answered the question without turning his head: "Qin Shou, second lieutenant platoon leader."

Pfft - Liu Yidao, who was lying next to him, couldn't hold back and laughed happily: "Why did your father give you such a fucking name? Isn't that a beast?"

"You are the fucking beast, my surname is Qin and my name is Shou!" Qin Shou counterattacked angrily when he saw that the soldiers around him were all blushing.

"Isn't that still a beast?" Liu Yidao was still laughing.

"Okay, okay, don't be so talkative." Yang Ling interrupted Liu Yidao's teasing.

Yang Ling pointed to the left and ordered Qin Shou: "What, Platoon Commander Qin, take your brothers and go around to the left from here to the flank. When the fight starts, attack the little devils from the flank. Let's try to get them."

Get down with all these devils."

"Why should I listen to you? Why don't you go?" Qin Shou had a grudge against Yang Ling and the others. He led a group of devils to chase them until they had no way to go to the sky or the ground. He almost lost his life, and he felt so angry.

Weird.

Yang Ling chuckled and wiped his bloody and dirty badge: "I am the company commander and you are the platoon commander. Of course you have to listen to me."

Damn it, what a bad luck. Qin Shou saw the smile on Yang Ling's face and wanted to go over and tear his face off. A high-ranking official would crush people to death, and the army was an even more hierarchical place, but he

Still holding on to a trace of luck: "I belong to the 24th Division, you can't control me."

"You disobey me on the battlefield, do you believe I will kill you?" Yang Ling was still smiling, but the dark eyes under the gray brim stared at Qin Shou, as unfathomable as the abyss, and he felt a slight chill.

Qin Shou swallowed his saliva and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He let out a dissatisfied snort from his nose, and greeted his brothers full of resentment: "Get up and follow me to the left -"

Qin Shou and his group were dispersed by the Japs. Originally, they were led by a battalion deputy, but that unlucky guy was bombed by a Japs grenade in the previous village, and half of his body was blown to pieces, so the second lieutenant platoon leader Qin

Shou became the commander of more than a hundred people.

But now that company commander Yang Ling appeared, Second Lieutenant Platoon Commander Qin Shou had to bow his head, and they gathered under Yang Ling's command again.

Qin Shou waved to his brothers to risk their waists and move to the left. When the Japanese soldiers outside heard the noise, they did not hesitate, thinking that the Chinese defenders were about to run, so they quickened their pace and rushed into the forest.

The forests in the south are no better than those in the north. In the autumn, the forests in the north become bare and cannot hide people. Although it is late autumn here in the south of the Yangtze River, except for a few trees that have lost their leaves and only have bare trunks, all other plants in the forest

Still full of greenery.

The natural view of the forest was blocked by the lush foliage, and the Japanese soldiers were accustomed to being arrogant. They encountered no counterattack during the fire reconnaissance, thinking that Yang Ling and the others had escaped through the forest, so they got in without hesitation.

A Japanese soldier wearing a dark green steel helmet and holding a shiny bayonet entered Yang Ling's field of vision first. He could even see the unshaven face of the Japanese soldier, which was covered with mud.

This is no better than the glamorous Japanese soldiers in those movies and TV dramas. These Japanese soldiers have been fighting on the battlefield for so long, and they are almost as dirty as Yang Ling and others. They look like down-and-out beggars.

"Hit!" Yang Lingping pointed his 38 rifle at the head of the Japanese soldier who was still running in front of him and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet rushed out of the muzzle with gunpowder smoke, and then went straight to the head of the Japanese soldier. The muzzle velocity of the 38 rifle was low, and it was basically a straight line when shot from a short distance, so the shooting accuracy was high.

The Japanese soldiers who were striding forward were startled by the sudden gunfire. Before they had time to react, their heads were blown open by bullets fired at close range. Blood arrows spurted out from the back of their heads, and sticky brains mixed with blood spurted out.

The tree trunk behind him was a blur, and the Japanese soldier was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the bullet.

There was a crackling burst of bullets, and hundreds of people fired a row of guns together. It was like a violent storm. The plants along the way were shaken and splashed, and the tree trunks also made a popping sound. The more than twenty Japanese soldiers who were leading the way were hit.

It turned into a hornet's nest, and a puff of blood mist dyed the air blood-colored.

Lieutenant Yoshino was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down and took cover. He was also horrified to be attacked by the defeated Chinese troops. He did not expect that the enemy would dare to resist. The Japanese soldiers in front of him were unable to dodge. He was hit by at least five or six bullets, and blood spurted out.

Lieutenant Yoshino had a look on his face, looking extremely ferocious.

"Machine gun suppression!"

"Grenade, mortars come forward!"

"The third team will flank them and outflank them!"

Lieutenant Yoshino was like an enraged beast, shouting orders angrily.

Under the loud orders of Lieutenant Yoshino, the panicked Japanese soldiers immediately calmed down and took cover and fired on the spot. The grenade and mortar crewmen behind them ran forward, preparing to bombard Yang Ling and the others.

At this moment, the forest was reduced to a pot of porridge. The Japanese machine guns were pouring bullets at Yang Ling and the others as if they were free of charge. They were so heavy that they could not lift their heads. The leaves in the middle were blown away by the bullets like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

There were all torn branches and broken leaves flying in the air, and the forest was filled with light.

Yang Dashu put his shoulder against the Type 96 light machine gun, fired out a magazine, and hurriedly moved his position, because the machine gun ballistics of the Japanese soldiers were biting like poisonous snakes, and the bodies of several soldiers who could not dodge were beaten into gourds of blood.

"Fight!" Platoon leader Qin Shou led more than a hundred people around to the left, and launched an oblique attack on the Japanese. A row of grenades swirled and fell into the group of Japanese, and then the area was covered in fire and gunpowder smoke.

After being covered in, a large number of Japanese soldiers were killed and injured.

The Japanese soldiers who were carrying the mortars were rushing forward from behind. A row of guns passed by, and they fell to the ground one after another. The living Japanese soldiers were frightened and looked for a place to hide in panic. The injured Japanese soldiers who were not dead were rolling on the ground and howling miserably.

The Japanese soldiers were attacking forward under the command of Lieutenant Yoshino. They were suddenly stunned by the sudden attack on their flanks. They were used to the Chinese defenders' frontal defense style, and they were a little dazed when faced with the sudden change.

However, Lieutenant Yoshino had rich combat experience. Faced with the unfavorable situation, he immediately ordered the withdrawal from the woods to avoid greater casualties.

"Brothers! We can't let the Japs run away!" Yang Ling fired at the Japs soldiers and watched them cover each other and retreat. He immediately shouted and launched a charge. After being chased for so long, how could he let the Japs so easily?

Ran.


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