Sporadic gunfire sounded from far to near, getting closer and closer to the place where Yang Ling and the others were ambushing. Yang Ling lay on a pile of withered grass, calmly raising his gun and aiming at the winding road hidden in the darkness.
When the palm of his hand touched the cold gun body of Sanba Dagai, all Yang Ling's distracting thoughts faded away like the tide, and his energy became more concentrated than ever before. He lay on the withered grass and perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, like a prey waiting for the bait.
Like an excellent hunter, he is calm and patient.
Yang Dashu led the machine gun squad to stop about fifty meters to the left of the winding road. He unfolded the bipod of the Type 96 light machine gun and placed it on a raised mound. He pulled the sight closer and the shooting range was within range.
There are no obstacles except low weeds, and the distance of fifty meters is enough to sieve unsuspecting enemies.
He placed another captured light machine gun with a crooked handle fifteen meters away from him. The machine gunner was a complete novice. All the familiar machine gunners had died long ago. Yang Dashu did not expect much from this novice.
Support, I just want to let the machine guns sound to scare the Japanese.
Qin Shou's real thought at the moment was to run as far as he could, but Yang Ling was an uncompromising officer, so he had to bite the bullet and stay to fight the Japanese.
But he had made up his mind that if he couldn't defeat him, he would immediately rub oil on his feet and run away. After all, his life was much more valuable than the Japanese, and he couldn't afford to lose his life here for irrelevant friendly forces.
Yang Ling and the others didn't wait long. In the deep night, a shabby figure stumbled over along the winding path, turning back from time to time and firing his gun to delay the enemy's pursuit.
Looking at the figure running in embarrassment, Yang Ling immediately made a judgment in his mind. This was an experienced veteran, because the familiar tactical evasive movements were not something that a panicked recruit could do.
Lao Yanqiang was really tired now. He ran and fought without knowing how far he had gone, but the dozen or so Japs behind him couldn't get rid of them and they were biting behind them like brown candy, which made him heartbroken.
Extremely anxious.
Tweet——
The bullet grazed Old Smoking's head. Without fear, he hurriedly turned around and shot out the only bullet left in the gun chamber, then turned around and ran away again.
Seeing the bullets flying around Lao Yanqiang, Qin Shou, who was hiding in the weeds, was also worried about Lao Yanqiang. He was beaten so embarrassed and still dared to turn around and fight back. What a man.
The figure of the Japs had already appeared in Yang Dashu's field of vision, one, two... He counted a total of fourteen Japs soldiers wearing steel helmets, and he gently pulled the handle of the machine to start fighting.
Da da da--
The Type 96 light machine gun suddenly began to howl, and tongues of flame suddenly bloomed. The continuous light-drawing trajectory tore through the deep night and poured towards the Japanese soldiers who were stretched into a straight line.
The Japs soldier's attention was always on the figure running in embarrassment in front of him. Unexpectedly, the rain of bullets splashed from the slanting stabs made the Japs who stopped walking and aimed their guns at the old smoker subconsciously turn their heads.
He only saw tongues of fire spurting out in the distance, and then his body seemed to have been pushed hard, he staggered back, and then fell over. There were already several blood holes in his chest that were gushing with hot blood.
Ah!
One of the Japanese soldiers let out a shrill scream. His shoulder was hit by a bullet and was immediately covered in blood. He covered his arm and rolled into the weeds on the roadside.
Yang Dashu lowered his shoulders and the butt of the gun trembled violently. The flame-spraying muzzle began to move clockwise, shooting in a fan direction along the dark line at the Japanese soldiers who were hurriedly hiding in the shallow pits of grass on the roadside. There were people constantly in the darkness.
He fell to the ground wailing.
The crooked-handled light machine gun controlled by the new machine gunner also fired, and the beating trajectory extended towards the path, causing the withered grass to scatter and the smoke to fill the air, but it did not even scratch the sides of the Japanese soldiers.
The panicked shouts of the Japanese soldiers, the sound of penetration, the sound of falling, and the moans mixed together, and the silent night suddenly became noisy.
Qin Shou and others who were ambushing on the other side as skirmishers also pulled the triggers and fired. One Japanese soldier was shot and fell to the ground immediately.
The Japanese machine gunner was beaten into pieces in the first wave of bullets. The deputy machine gunner immediately pulled the machine gun and started to fight back, desperately trying to suppress Yang Dashu's shooting.
But as a smoking grenade landed crookedly at the feet of the Japanese soldiers, the darkness trembled violently, and the Japanese machine guns immediately misfired.
At this moment, Lao Yanqiang had rolled into the weeds on the roadside. The sudden sound of gunshots really frightened him. He thought he had run into a Japanese ambush, but he only knew that he had left when he heard the screams from behind.
I had great luck and encountered friendly troops whose numbers I didn't know.
Lao Yanqiang lay flat on his back in the grass, breathing heavily. Hearing the fierce gunshots coming from his ears, he suddenly felt that this was the most beautiful music in the world, which made him enjoy it immensely.
Most of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground were knocked down immediately in the face of the surprise attack. The remaining Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground did not care about their injured comrades who fell to the ground, and carefully crawled through the shallow pits in the dead grass in an attempt to escape from the battlefield amid the barrage.
"rush!"
As soon as the machine gun fire stopped, Yang Ling gave a low shout, straightened up with a shining bayonet in hand, and rushed out into the smoke.
The soldiers following Yang Ling also flashed their bayonets with cold light, and launched a charge with howls.
A Japanese soldier who was shot in the thigh saw Yang Ling rushing over with a bayonet. He grabbed the heavy 38 cover and tried to lift it up to shoot. However, Yang Ling who stepped forward kicked the gun out of his hand and the bayonet.
He stabbed it down without hesitation.
The shouts of charge rang out from all around, which panicked the remaining Japanese soldiers. They got up and ran away amidst the strange screams of a squad leader. Although they believed in the spirit of Bushido, they would not stay there and wait to die.
Looking at the Japanese soldiers who were escaping in a hurry and the ambushed National Army soldiers, they were willing to let them go. The so-called cutting the grass must be eradicated. If these Japanese soldiers ran away and attracted a large number of Japanese soldiers, then they would be in trouble, so immediately
pursuit.
Several Japanese soldiers who escaped could not escape death after all. They were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The brothers in the national army who chased after them were worried that the Japanese were pretending to be dead or were not dead, so they added another blow with their bayonets and completely wiped out this group of Japanese soldiers.
The battle ended quickly, and the soldiers went to pick up guns, search for bullets and food without Yang Ling's instructions.
"Hey, all the Japs are dead, come out."
When Lao Yanqiang heard someone shouting, he emerged from the grass in a panic. When he saw the dead Japs lying on the ground, he was secretly shocked. How could the Japs who had been chasing him be so easily taken care of?
Seeing the old smoker with a gray face, Yang Ling had a strange look on his face: "Company Commander Zhou?"
"Huh?" Lao Yanqiang didn't expect that someone actually knew him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar face looking at him with a smile.
"Yang Ling——" Lao Yanqiang also recognized Yang Ling.