The humid air added a bit of chill to the night. Yang Ling and others blasted the Japanese camp to pieces and quickly evacuated while taking advantage of the chaos.
"What a pleasure!" Looking at the thick smoke billowing from the Japs camp a mile away, Lao Yanqiang threw the Japs uniform he took off into the darkness, his excitement beyond words.
Lao Yanqiang followed the regiment leader Liu Ting and led the commando team from Jiangyin to Dingshan to bomb the Japanese artillery position but failed. Liu Ting was killed in action, and many of his brothers in the commando team also died. Lao Yanqiang felt unspeakable aggrieved in his heart.
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I wanted to ambush the Japanese car team to get back a win, but unfortunately failed again, and even the last dozens of brothers were folded in. Whenever I think of the blood-stained faces of the dead, the old smoker
I would toss and turn and find it difficult to fall asleep. I have become much more haggard these days.
Now Yang Ling led them to blow up the Japs' weapons without any effort. Seeing the Japs soldiers who were blown up to howling like ghosts, Lao Yanqiang felt comfortable all over just thinking about it. He finally let out a breath of bad breath, which was enough to comfort those dead brothers.
His spirit is in heaven.
Yang Ling was also in a good mood. Although he lost two brothers when he was finally exposed, compared to the brilliant results achieved, this transaction was a sure profit.
"Let's go -" Yang Ling put the Sanba Dagai on his shoulders again, and then happily stepped into the darkness.
The excited brothers were also very happy and followed him quickly. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, and whispers soon started to appear in the darkness.
This night attack on the Japanese arms base will undoubtedly become a talking point for these surviving brothers to show off, and Commander Yang Ling becomes more and more promoted in their hearts.
"Brother Yang, if we make such a fuss, this little devil will probably break his muscles and bones." Lao Yanqian now admires Yang Ling even more.
When Yang Ling was still a second lieutenant platoon leader, he felt that Yang Ling was definitely not a talent in the pool. He did not expect that he would be promoted to battalion commander not long after they separated.
Lao Yanqiang was still a little unhappy at first. After all, he was once Yang Ling's commander, and now Yang Ling became his commander and commanded him. But now he has completely eliminated the complaints in his heart and decided to follow him wholeheartedly.
Yang Ling did it.
"Although we have blown up the Japs' munitions, the Japs' logistical supply capabilities can make up for the gap in a day or two. It won't hurt our muscles and bones. At most, it will slow down their attack speed."
Hearing Yang Ling's words, Lao Yanqiang suddenly turned into a depressed face. He didn't expect that after working for most of the night, he just tickled the little devil. This was considered a football thing.
Seeing Lao Yanqiang becoming frustrated, Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said: "Although bombing munitions has nothing to do with the Japs, we did kill a Japs leader. There are two stars on the epaulette. I guess he is
Lieutenant General, I'm afraid the Japs have already blown up their nest."
Lao Yanqiang immediately became excited, rubbed his hands and said: "Hey, Brother Yang, do you think we killed a Japanese lieutenant general, how much credit does that have?"
Yang Ling thought for a few seconds and guessed: "I can at least be promoted to two or three levels."
"My dear, I am now a captain and company commander. If I am promoted to the third level, wouldn't I be able to become a lieutenant colonel commander?" Lao Yanqiang was startled by his guess.
Seeing Lao Yanqiang's excited look, Yang Ling was worried that he would be thinking wildly and hurriedly added: "The exact reward will have to be determined at the peak. It's useless for us to speculate here, but if you kill a Japanese lieutenant general, the reward will definitely be indispensable.
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Lao Yanqiang nodded, agreeing with Yang Ling's statement, but thinking that he might have to upgrade to three levels in a row, he still felt a little excited.
Although China is resisting tenaciously, it is losing ground one after another in the face of the Japanese troops who are armed to the teeth. Yang Ling can imagine what kind of shock it will cause when the news that he has killed the Japanese Lieutenant General comes back.
"Woof woof--" Just as Yang Ling and the others were walking in a hurry in the dark night, preparing to rush back to Qianjia Village to rendezvous and evacuate, they suddenly heard the rapid barking of a dog behind them.
Yang Ling turned around and looked. In the darkness in the distance, there were countless light spots approaching quickly, which must be flashlights. The barking of the dog became clearer and clearer, and his expression became serious.
"Damn it, it's the Japs who are catching up." Lao Yanqiang looked at the Japs soldiers who were rapidly approaching from behind, cursed in his mouth, and called to his brothers: "Everyone, run, get rid of the Japs!"
"Stop!" Yang Ling waved his hand to stop them from speeding up, and said solemnly: "The devils are bringing dogs, no matter how we run, we can't get rid of them."
"Then what should we do?" Lao Yanqiang was anxious and suddenly panicked.
"Kill the Japanese dog! Only then will we have a chance to escape!" Yang Ling said viciously.
Yang Dashu called for a fight and said: "Batalion Commander, you retreat first, I will leave with the machine gun squad to cover you, and I will ensure that the Japanese dogs are killed!"
Lao Yanqiang waved his hands repeatedly: "Your machine gun squad is expensive, so let me keep it. Give me some grenades, and I will ensure that the Japanese dogs will be blown up to nothing."
When Yang Dashu and Lao Yanqiang were arguing over who should stay, Yang Ling's eyes quickly surveyed the surrounding terrain. His vision was not good at night, so he could only take a rough look in the dark.
"Big tree, put the machine gun behind that mound for me to set up a machine gun position. Follow my orders and then fire." Yang Ling pointed to the dark mound not far away and ordered.
Without waiting for Yang Dashu to answer, Yang Ling pulled the old smoke gun again: "I will give you all the remaining twelve grenades. Lie down in the grass over there. After the machine gun fires, the Japanese lie down and then throw them. Throw them accurately.
Kill as many Japanese as possible!"
"From what I heard, it's probably just the Japs' vanguard unit. Let's try to eat him in one bite! Are you all confident?!"
"Yes!" A low response came from the darkness.
Yang Ling and the others blew up the Japs' munitions, killed their lieutenant general, and dug into the hornet's nest. Countless squads of Japs' elite soldiers led wolf dogs and began to pursue them, serving as the forerunner of the large force.
These spearhead units of the Japanese soldiers all received a fatal order, that is, even if they were exhausted, they had to bite the fleeing Chinese army and then send a signal to the larger army.
In the muddy night, the tracking dogs trained by the Japanese were running wildly in the muddy water, which made it difficult for the Japanese soldiers holding the rope. The Japanese soldiers were fully armed and holding flashlights, following the tracking dogs as they trotted over the grass and low hills, heading towards
The dark rush of the north.
The barking of dogs became louder and louder. In the darkness, Yang Ling's machine gun squad and rifle squad were already in their positions, waiting for the arrival of the Japanese elite detachment.
Yang Ling's face under the gray brim was calm and resolute. The rain had stopped. He raised his gun and took aim. In his sight, countless small light beams were rapidly approaching, and the barking of dogs was extremely clear.
The tracking dog barked forward, running with its hooves galloping and splashing countless water, almost dragging the Japanese soldier holding the rope.
boom!
Yang Ling aimed at the beating black figure and pressed the trigger with his finger. The whistling bullet had already flown into the air, passing by the tracking dog's body, and then shot into the muddy water, causing countless splashes.
Click, click, clickâthe two machine guns on the machine gun position fired, and dazzling tongues of flame spurted out, creating a barrage in an instant.
Woo woo - the Japanese tracking dog escaped Yang Ling's bursts of fire, but did not escape the machine gun's covering blow. The bullet penetrated its body. The running tracking dog whimpered and fell heavily into the muddy water.
Blood gurgled and flowed.
The Japanese soldier holding the tracking dog was also unlucky. The violent bullets tore half of his neck into pieces, and he fell straight into the mud.