Under the gray sky, the soil exuded a rotten smell. More than a hundred remnant soldiers were walking on the field ridges, feeling heartbroken when they saw the crops rotting in the fields.
The people in the Hazaobang area had long since fled their homes and fled because of the war. The crops that were left unattended could only be left to rot and turn into soil. It was a pity and helplessness.
The mountains and rivers are broken and desolate, and the people can still throw away their crops and flee to a safe place, but as soldiers, they have to go upstream. Knowing that they will be torn to pieces by the Japanese artillery fire when they step onto the battlefield, they still go forward and continue to fight for their own safety.
Flesh and blood versus steel guns and cannons.
Because they know that soldiers are the last line of defense and the backbone of this nation. They must hold up the sky, hold up this land, hold up the backbone of this nation, and guard these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The company commanders who caused the trouble did not stay in Yang Ling's team after all. They were too obsessed with fame and fortune, and they still cared about power even in this crisis-ridden environment.
They did not stop them from leaving Yangling. As the saying goes, each side of the road leads to the sky. It is not sweet to force the melon, so just let them go. Anyway, I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous.
However, only a few people left with the company commanders, and most of the remaining soldiers chose to continue following Yang Ling, which finally made Yang Ling feel better.
The remnant soldiers had a clear mind. Yang Ling had saved their lives and his ability was obvious to all. In such troubled times, only by following such people can we survive. This has nothing to do with job issues, ability is more important.
"Brother Yang, there are Japs ahead!" Luo Ziqiang, a tall and thin man in charge of exploring the road, ran back from the front carrying the captured 38-gauge rifle.
Yang Ling's expression tightened, he retracted his thoughts, and asked Luo Ziqiang, "How many people are there?"
Luo Ziqiang's expression was solemn: "There are a hundred or two hundred people nesting in front of us."
Hearing Luo Ziqiang's answer, Yang Ling was also surprised. He didn't expect that there were so many Japs in front of him. This was not something their hundreds of remnants could handle. He decisively ordered: "Let's go in another direction."
The remnant soldiers became nervous when they heard that there were one or two hundred Japs in front of them. Although they looked strong now, their firepower was not very strong. Except for a Type 96 and a grenade, there were only
Some dilapidated ones made in Hanyang.
This small amount of firepower is not as powerful as the enemy's teeth when faced with a large number of Japs. Moreover, there are Japs search teams everywhere. If they are bitten, it seems that there is no other option except destruction.
Yang Ling and others from the front team changed direction and quickly changed directions to avoid this group of little devils, but it seemed that their good luck had come to an end.
After walking for less than ten minutes, I met another group of Japanese. Although the number was not as large as the previous group, there were still about 40 or 50 people who came directly to meet them.
"Withdraw to the left!" Yang Ling also looked nervous. Damn it, it seemed like he had fallen into the little devil's nest.
In fact, Yang Ling and the others did not fall into the enemy's nest, but the enemy had already cleared the rest of the area and began to focus on this area.
"Damn, there are still Japs ahead!" Luo Ziqiang, a tall and thin man, came back cursing not long after he left, but his face became more solemn.
"Hide in the ditch." Yang Ling waved his hand and ran towards the ditch next to the field ridge.
More than a hundred people shouted and ran directly towards the ditch, jumped into the wet ditch and lay down. Now there were wolves in front of them and tigers behind them, and everyone's nerves suddenly became tense.
"Brother Yang, what should we do now?" Lao Yanqiang, with a nervous face full of wrinkles, approached Yang Ling and asked in a low voice.
Now they were almost surrounded by the Japs. It was obvious that they were not a long-term hiding place in this open field. Yang Ling's mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that the Japs had discovered their whereabouts?
Regardless of whether he found it or not, a fierce battle seemed inevitable. Looking at more than a hundred guns, Yang Ling raised his neck and thought, damn, since we are surrounded, we have to fight our way out.
"Er Lengzi, come here." Yang Ling waved to Er Lengzi, the remnant soldier.
The idiot crouched and hurried to Yang Ling's side: "Brother Yang, what are your orders?"
"Give me your grenade." He said and took off a grenade hanging on his body.
When they ambushed the Japanese reinforcements, they seized a grenade launcher and sixteen grenades. Because no one knew how to use these grenades, some suggested throwing them away, but Yang Ling asked Er Luozi to keep them with him.
"Brothers! We have been surrounded by Japanese soldiers. There are few Japanese soldiers in front of us, only about fifty people. Please listen to my order later and we will break out from the front." Yang Ling ordered to the remaining soldiers.
"Platoon Leader Yang, do whatever you say, we will all listen to you." Someone said.
"Yes, Brother Yang, we will fight wherever you say."
Yang Ling had already established his prestige in a series of small battles, so everyone had no objection to his words and expressed their willingness to obey him.
"Okay, everyone, get ready to fight!"
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, Luo Dayong had already placed his beloved Type 96 machine gun on the wet field ridge and pointed it straight ahead.
The rest of the remaining soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and pointed the black muzzles at the clear path. Soon, a group of forty or fifty Japanese soldiers were already searching this way in a skirmish line.
Yang Ling crouched and hid in the ditch. The grenade was already set up at a forty-five degree angle in front of him. For the former king of soldiers, operating this guy was really not that difficult.
The Type 89 grenade is the standard equipment of the Japanese. It is widely used on the Chinese battlefield and is easy to carry. It is most useful for destroying fixed firepower points and bunkers. The Chinese army has suffered a lot, but it was later copied in large numbers.
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"Put it up to 300 meters before shooting!" Yang Ling glanced at the Japanese and ordered, while adjusting the rotating button on the grenade barrel upwards along the scale.
The remnant soldiers were lying on the ground, but because they had not experienced formal concealment training, some of them had their heads popped out. As a result, the Japanese discovered the remnant soldiers lying in the ditch five hundred meters away.
The Japanese second lieutenant team leader screamed, and the Japanese who were searching forward reacted so quickly that they immediately fell to the ground.
"Hit!" With no choice, Yang Ling could only order to fire.
The gunshots rang out intensively, mud splashed on the field ridge in front of the ditch, and the Type 96 machine gun in Luo Dayong's hand also began to roar and pour ammunition towards the Japanese, and the harsh sound pierced the eardrums.
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Yang Ling put a grenade into the grenade barrel and pulled the belt of the firing machine suddenly. With a bang, a choking green smoke came out of the mouth of the grenade barrel. The grenade was already heading towards the small area in a graceful arc.
He greeted the devil on his head and left.
"Bang!" The grenade exploded a few meters in front of the little Jaap, directly blasting a big hole in the ground. Mud sprayed everywhere, frightening the little Jaap. When did the Chinese army also have grenades?