Liu Yidao and the others quietly left the village, and followed Yang Ling's orders to try to outflank them and get rid of the Japanese stranded outside the village.
However, the commander of the task force, Yingxiao, was a very shrewd person. When he saw that Tengtian and others who had entered the village for reconnaissance had not come out, he realized that there was danger.
Empty.
"Damn it, this little devil is born in the year of the dog. How come his nose is so sharp?"
Liu Yidao cursed and put away the gun. It was as if they had used all their strength to hit the cotton with their fists without even making a sound. They felt so uncomfortable.
"We have met our opponent."
Qin Shou held up the torch and carefully examined the surrounding situation. The flattened grass proved that someone had indeed been here. The Japanese might have smelled the smell and ran away, which made him a little annoyed.
The Japs stranded outside the village realized that there was an ambush and escaped, and quickly reported the situation to Yang Ling, making Yang Ling realize that they had encountered a powerful enemy. The Japs were too vigilant.
At the same time, his brows were furrowed, full of curiosity about this group of Japs. It stands to reason that they are the defeated party now. With the arrogance of the Japs soldiers, the chasing Japs would usually attack them, but this group of Japs instead
It's puzzling to follow their own path and avoid them.
This group of Japs disguised themselves as broken troops of the National Revolutionary Army and marched towards Nanjing, with traitors assisting with supplies along the way. Could it be that they were performing some secret mission?
Just when Yang Ling was frowning, Lao Yanqiang walked into the house with his head wrapped in bloody gauze.
"Brother Zhou, what are you doing?" Seeing the blood seeping out of the gauze wrapped around Lao Yanqiang's head, Yang Ling raised his head with confusion on his face.
Lao Yanqiang cursed angrily: "Damn, those Japs who were tricked into the village were so fierce that they injured several of our brothers in order to catch them alive."
Hearing what Lao Yanqiang said, Yang Ling realized that these Japs might really be extraordinary. Lao Yanqiang had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, but he still had two brushes in his hands, otherwise he wouldn't be alive today.
But now, in order to capture him alive, he was actually injured by the resisting Japanese. This can only mean one thing. This group of Japanese soldiers are carefully selected and elite, and their strength is extraordinary.
He asked with concern: "Brother Zhou, is your injury okay?"
"The skin injury is not a problem." Lao Yanqiang said sarcastically: "It's just that most of the Japs were stabbed to death by the angry brothers, leaving only two who are still breathing."
"Where are the devils?"
"They're outside." He shouted outside, and the two tied-up Japanese were escorted into the house.
Through the dim light in the room, Yang Ling could see clearly these two Japanese soldiers in tattered national army uniforms, with blood stains on their bodies. They had their hands cut behind their backs, and their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. It was obvious that they had received a lot of hospitality.
"Woooo--" The Japs' mouths were stuffed with rags and tied like rice dumplings, but they were still struggling. There was a fierce light in their small eyes, like ferocious beasts that seemed to choose people to devour.
Neither the combat effectiveness nor the willpower of the Japanese soldiers could be compared to that of the Chinese soldiers of the same period. Although the two Japanese soldiers were caught, their ferocious appearance made Yang Ling sigh helplessly, this deformed nation has gone crazy.
"Take off the cloth and let him talk." Yang Ling ordered Lao Yanqiang.
Lao Yanqiang reluctantly stepped forward, and when he saw the struggling Japanese man, he kicked his feet twice before reaching out to remove the rag from his mouth. The Japanese man glared at him fiercely, which made Old Yanqiang furious.
He raised his foot to kick again, but Yang Ling stopped him in time.
Yang Ling stared at the Japs and said, "Tell me your job numbers and the mission you are performing this time, and I will consider not killing you."
Tengtian, who was covered in blood, was still arrogant, raised his neck and said in fluent Chinese: "Chinese people, it is unlucky for us to fall into your hands this time, but as imperial soldiers, we are always ready to be loyal to His Majesty.
Be prepared, you don't want to get any information from us!"
Lao Yanqiang took out the shell gun and put it on Tengtian's forehead, threatening: "Hey, you little devil who cares about your mother, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right? Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"
Facing the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, Tengtian showed no fear at all. He gave Lao Yanqiang a look of disdain. The meaning was obvious. If you have the ability, shoot him. Lao Yanqiang was so angry that he wanted to actually shoot.
Destroy him.
Yang Ling had already expected the Japs' answer, so he was not angry because he knew clearly that these Japs had extremely strong willpower, and if they asked questions and said nothing, they would not be Japs.
"Are you going to Nanjing?" Yang Ling asked tentatively.
Tengtian's face remained calm after hearing this, but his suddenly tense body betrayed his nervousness. A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth. It seemed that his tentative guess was indeed correct.
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Seeing the smile on Yang Ling's lips, Tengtian realized that he had exposed his inner thoughts and snorted coldly.
Why are they going to Nanjing among the refugees? Yang Ling fell into deep thought, and asked speculatively: "You want to take the opportunity to seize my garrison position?"
With experience and lessons learned, Tengtian did not make any changes this time.
Yang Ling asked again: "Do you want to attack our army headquarters?"
"Kill me, I won't tell you!" Tengtian was now a little afraid of Yang Ling's dark and deep eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making him feel like a transparent person.
"You guys are really good at calculating." Yang Ling laughed, which made Tengtian's heart beat. Did he reveal his thoughts? But he didn't say anything.
In fact, Yang Ling never guessed Tengtian's purpose this time, but when he saw Tengtian suddenly becoming nervous and smiling knowingly, it seemed that these Japs really wanted to attack the Chinese garrison headquarters in Nanjing.
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"Take it with you." Yang Ling waved to Lao Yanqiang. He had roughly guessed the purpose of this group of Japanese soldiers. Although he was not sure, he should be close to it. If they really succeeded, it would have a negative impact on the Nanjing war situation.
I'm afraid it's really a huge blow.
The old smoker asked: "Kill?"
Yang Ling shook his head: "No, keep him. Since they are performing a secret mission, they must be afraid that the news will be leaked. If we keep him, the remaining Japs will definitely come back to save him if they know he is still alive. He is ours."
Bait.”
Hey, the old smoker grinned: "Brother Yang, I really belong to you."
When Tengtian heard Yang Ling's words, he yelled at another Japanese: "What are you waiting for! The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"
Hearing Tengtian's chirping roar, another Japs suddenly roared and before Yang Ling and the others could react, he slammed into the wall and committed suicide.
"Quickly plug his mouth, he is going to bite his tongue and commit suicide!" Yang Ling saw the crazy look flashing in Tengtian's eyes and hurriedly reminded him. Lao Yanqiang picked up the rag and quickly stuffed it back into Tengtian's mouth, leaving only