In November, the southern Jiangsu area is extremely cold. The temperature at night continues to drop, and the cold wind like a knife whizzes into the collar. Even the Japanese sentries wrapped in thick military uniforms are still shivering from the cold.
A Japanese sentry rubbed his hands and reached into the pocket of his military uniform. He shiveringly took out a box of crumpled cigarettes. He took out one and put it in his mouth. Then he took out a match and blocked the cold wind with his hand.
With a scratch, he brought it to his mouth and lit the cigarette.
The Japanese soldier flicked his right hand, extinguished the unburned match, and then blew out a beautiful smoke ring comfortably. He looked back at the field tent where snores were coming from one after another, cursing in his heart how time passed so slowly.
The time for duty has not come yet.
"Nobita, would you like to have one too?" the Japanese sentry smoked a cigarette, looked bored somewhere in the darkness and spoke in a low voice.
Soon, with the sound of rustling, another Japanese soldier with a rifle stood up among a pile of weeds dozens of steps away. He looked around warily, and then walked quickly.
He walked up to the Japanese sentry who spoke, took the cigarette, and lit it himself, taking a deep puff.
However, the Japanese whistleblower was very vigilant and did not stay for too long. After finishing his cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out, then returned to lie down among the weeds and disappeared into the darkness.
What the two Japanese soldiers didn't know was that their every move had been clearly seen by Yang Ling, who was hiding in the darkness a few hundred steps away.
The Japanese soldiers chased Yang Ling and the others during the day, and they were in panic all day long. Yang Ling knew that if they waited for the Japanese soldiers to recover their physical strength, given the difference in physical fitness between the two sides, it would be difficult for them to escape the Japanese soldiers' pursuit tomorrow.
In the unblocked plain area, there is only one consequence for being overtaken by the Japanese, and that is destruction.
These gathered defeated soldiers are the only force that Yang Ling can command at present. He wants to bring them back alive. Although he knows that some things are inevitable, he still wants to go back and fight to try to change some things, and these defeated soldiers are his brothers.
The cost of change, because sometimes the power of a group of people is much greater than one person.
Yang Ling could only think of one way to slow down the pursuit speed of the Japanese soldiers, and that was the technique of fatigue. As long as the Japanese soldiers became as tired as they were, then the Japanese soldiers would not be able to increase their pursuit speed, and then they would be able to
Successfully escaped before the Japanese caught up with him.
Yang Ling did not dare to stay with these defeated brothers. First of all, he did not consider whether they could slip through the mighty attacking force of the Japanese soldiers. Even if they successfully sneaked behind the Japanese soldiers, such a large group of them
It is absolutely difficult to hide, because the occupied areas are more dangerous, spies and traitors are rampant, let alone fighting the Japanese, it is a problem to be able to gain a foothold, so they have only one way, and that is to return to the army, at least they don't have to worry about the supply of food and ammunition, and can concentrate on
of fighting devils.
Yang Ling rubbed his hands to activate his meridians. He took a deep breath, took out the 38 rifle from under his body and put it in front of him. He slowly leveled his hands and gently pulled the bolt.
, aiming at the Japanese guard who was pacing back and forth with a rifle on his back.
The Japanese sentry was pacing because it was too cold, and his head was shaking in Yang Ling's crosshairs, making aiming more difficult.
Yang Ling did not move, lying on the ground like a still sculpture. Even his breathing became calmer than ever before. In those cold eyes, the whole world became quiet except for the Japanese sentry.
Snapped!
The crisp sound of gunfire was particularly sudden in this quiet night. Yang Ling's gun muzzle flashed with fire, and the bullet sank into the right ear of the Japanese sentry like a meteor, and then sprayed out from the left ear with a large ball of confused stuff.
out.
The body of the Japanese sentry swayed, but in the end he did not stop. As if all his strength had been drained, he collapsed limply to the ground.
Yang Ling didn't have time to check his results. After shooting, he immediately rolled away from his hiding place. Dozens of seconds later, a cloud of mud and mist splashed up where he had just been hiding. The Japanese secret whistle responded quickly. It was obvious that Yang Ling
Superior skills.
Yang Ling's movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water. He quickly pulled the bolt to eject the bullet, then loaded the bullet. He aimed at the place where the Japanese sentry was hiding in the distance and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The Japanese sentry missed his shot, and his heart trembled. He knew that he had met a master, and hurriedly wanted to move to a hiding place, but Yang Ling's gun was very fast, and the bullets came quickly and hit his shoulder, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood.
It cracked, and he grinned in pain, but he held on without making a sound, lying flat on the wet ground, not daring to move again.
Yang Ling instinctively felt that he had not killed the Japanese secret whistle, and when he wanted to shoot again, he suddenly lost his target. Finally, he sighed and pointed the gun at the Japanese machine gunner who popped up from behind the sandbag bunker.
The bullet hit the Japs machine gunner's head at high speed. With the sound of bones shattering, his entire skull was blown away. His body fell backward under the influence of the shock wave, and blood and brains covered the deputy shooter's face.
The sound of gunshots alerted the sleeping Japanese soldiers, and the camp where the Japanese soldiers camped became noisy. The Japanese deputy shooter ignored the sticky stuff on his face, raised the crooked handle of the light machine gun, pointed it in the direction of Yang Ling, and pulled the trigger, whoosh.
Bullets roared in, dead branches and weeds were torn apart by the bullets and flew away. Yang Ling glanced at the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the tent, sneered on his face, and disappeared into the darkness with his gun.
Japanese Major Higashi Shotaro was once again awakened by the sound of gunshots while he was sleeping. He was in a bad mood. This feeling was just like the one he had in Suzhou City a few days ago, when Yang Ling and the others turned Suzhou City upside down that night.
Two sentries were killed and one was wounded. They did not even touch the shadow of the enemy. Even though the chasing infantry team only picked up three bullet casings outside the camp, the irony was that these were 6.5 mm caliber bullets used by their 38 rifles.
shell.
"Baga!" Major Shotaro Higashi knew that it must have been a cold shot from the defeated troops they were chasing, but he ran away, so he could only vent his anger on the head of the infantry lieutenant who was on duty at night, and he slapped the infantry lieutenant several times.
The beating made me dizzy, and I had to keep nodding and bending without even the slightest complaint.
Before Major Shotaro Higashi's anger had subsided, there was a sudden bang on the left side of the camp, and a tent was raised to the sky. In the light of the explosion, a wretched figure was running towards the darkness.
"Ah! Baga!" Higashikataro's nose was so angry when he saw this scene that he roared and chased. Dozens of Japanese soldiers chased out into the darkness with a roar, and the whizzing bullets hit Liu Yidao behind him.
The withered grass trembled, but Liu Yidao's figure was getting further and further away from the Jaap soldiers' field of vision...