Yang Ling and the others ran back to the team without any danger, and several brothers who were captured by the Japanese were also rescued. However, one of them was shot in the thigh when he ran back, blood flowed gurglingly, and he grimaced in pain.
"Hold it!"
There are no medical soldiers in the army, but the brothers have been fighting in the rain of bullets, and they have learned some simple bandaging. Someone pulled a rag to stop the bleeding of the injured brother.
"Sir Yang, we have embarrassed you..."
The rescued reconnaissance squad leader looked depressed. They did not investigate carefully and were ambushed by the Japanese and became prisoners. If Yang Ling had not risked his life to rescue them, they would have been reimbursed, and his face was burning with shame.
Yang Ling didn't want to blame them. This group of Japanese soldiers was so elite that it was understandable that the brothers in charge of the investigation accidentally fell into their trap and were captured. This was not a shameful thing.
However, the situation that occurred this time also served as a reminder to Yang Ling that he must strengthen various trainings for his brothers in the future to avoid making the same mistakes again.
Yang Ling patted the reconnaissance squad leader's shoulder and said comfortingly: "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. You were accidentally captured by the Japanese this time. It's not a big deal, but you should sum up your experience and lessons later. From there,
When you fall, get up from there, you know.”
"Yes!" The investigation squad leader's eyes were red. He didn't expect that Yang Ling, instead of blaming them, comforted them with kind words, which moved him deeply.
"Okay, cheer up. You've worked hard on the investigation. Tell the brothers in the investigation team to take a rest and stretch your muscles before the battle begins. Don't let anything slip later."
"Yes! I promise not to let the chain slip!" The investigation squad leader swept away his frustration and became more motivated, which made Yang Ling very satisfied.
In Yang Ling's dictionary, there is never a word "failure". As long as you are still alive, there must be a chance to turn defeat into victory. People living in this world must have a spirit of not admitting defeat.
"Batalion Commander, these little devils are probably going to run away!" Yang Dashu fired up a machine gun magazine and turned to shout to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling pressed a bullet bridge clip into the magazine of the 79 rifle and looked up. Sure enough, the little Japs who had been fighting lively just now were now retreating into the woods behind with only the sound of sparse gunfire.
"Stick up and hold them back!" Yang Ling saw that the little Japs were trying to run away, but there was no way they would be able to do so. Before he could even finish his words, Yang Ling was already pushing in the direction of the Japs soldiers with a gun in hand.
The Japanese task force led by Takataka really wanted to withdraw. Their mission was to sneak into Nanjing and carry out a beheading operation on the headquarters of the National Revolutionary Army. He killed the captured Tengtian to prevent leaks and then ordered to leave the battlefield. He did not want to fight with
Yang Ling and the others are fighting a war of attrition here.
Moreover, this place is already deep behind enemy lines. Although the Chinese army is in defeat, large groups of defeated troops are still dangerous. Once they know that there is a infiltration of enemies here, they will definitely come like wolf pupae smelling fishy odor.
This was to vent their anger at the defeat on the front line.
Yingxiao wanted the task force to leave the battlefield, but Yang Ling had already brought people to stick up. Yang Ling knew that the longer they delayed, the greater their chances of winning.
This little devil named Takako is really a powerful guy. If he is not killed today, he will definitely be a powerful enemy in the future.
"Sir Yingxiao, the Chinese are coming!" the Japanese lieutenant who alternately covered the retreat loudly reminded Yingxiao.
Yingxiao turned around and looked around. At this moment, more than 50 Chinese soldiers were quickly entangled in a line of skirmishers. The distance between the two sides was only less than three or four hundred meters.
"Damn it!" Yingxiao cursed fiercely. If he hadn't gone deep behind enemy lines and was worried about the rest of the Chinese army surrounding him, he would have really wanted to turn around and go back to destroy this group of Chinese soldiers who didn't know how high the sky was.
Although Takako was filled with hatred, he was not carried away by anger. Instead, he had the courage of a strong man to cut off his wrist: "The third detachment stopped them! The rest of them immediately went west and left the battlefield!"
The dozen or so Japs in the third detachment knew that cutting off the rear would mean death, but without any hesitation, they immediately turned around and took cover, shooting to block Yang Ling's approach.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-The machine gunner at the rear of the Japanese third detachment was an old Japanese. He put the machine gun on a mound, put his shoulder against the machine gun and started shooting in short bursts.
Yang Ling was afraid of the Japanese soldiers' marksmanship, so his brothers opened a skirmish line to pursue them, and the distance between them widened.
But unexpectedly, the Japanese machine gunners also responded to the situation and started firing in short bursts. Puff, several brothers were shot and rolled into the grass and disappeared. The rest of the brothers were frightened and hurriedly lay down to hide.
Yang Ling rolled sideways to avoid the oncoming bullet, pulled the bolt of the gun to eject the hot cartridge case, loaded the bullet again, held his breath, and put the steady Japanese machine gun glove into the crosshairs.
The index finger pressed the trigger, and a faint puff of gunpowder smoke came out from the muzzle. The hot bullet flew out, leaving a bloody hole in the devil's head. At such a close range, the devil's head in the hat had been hit by the bullet.
There was a ball of paste, his body fell to the ground, and the machine gun misfired.
Yang Dashu didn't need to be told, he held the machine gun and fired. The dense bullets flew out like water, creating a barrage of smoke, which made the Japanese behind him unable to raise their heads.
Yang Ling mounted the bayonet with a click, charged with a roar, stood up suddenly, and rushed towards the Japanese who were more than a hundred meters away.
He saw that most of the remaining Japs had sneaked into the forest, and he became a little anxious. If he failed again and let the Japs escape, he would be really shameless.
Yang Ling had just rushed out a few steps when several black iron lumps flew over in the air. He cursed and hurriedly lay down. There was a roar, smoke filled the air, mud and mist flew everywhere, and several objects were blown up in the grassland.
In the big pit, a brother was injured and wailed.
Yang Ling cursed, pulled the gun bolt and raised his hand to shoot the Japanese again. He knocked down a Japanese who was half leaning out of the grass and shot, then stood up and charged again.
There were only a dozen or so Japs left behind, and most of them were dead at this moment. Under the cover of Yang Dashu's machine gun fire, Yang Ling and the others quickly got close to them.
An injured Japanese soldier struggled to get up and continue shooting. Liu Yidao rushed forward and slashed his neck with the machete. Immediately, his flesh and blood flew out, and thick, hot blood spread all over his body.
The remaining Japs screamed and stood up to stab them, but Yang Dashu knocked them to the ground with a hail of bullets. Their whole bodies were beaten to pieces, and they rolled to the ground with only twitching left.
After wiping out the enemy's blocking unit, Yang Ling and the others did not stop at all, and chased into the woods. However, in just a short while, the Japanese led by Yingxiao had already run far away along the forest.
Leaving them with a blurry back view.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Yang Ling was willing to let go of the opportunity to beat the drowned dog, so he called to his brothers and chased him deep into the forest.
Yingxiao's cold face was terrifying. When he heard the gunfire from behind, he knew that the third detachment behind him was finished. However, he did not stop and led the team deeper into the forest, trying to get rid of Yang Ling and his pursuers.
, he even wanted to find a chance to fight back.
Puff puff!
Ahhhh!
Just as Yingxiao was running wildly, gunshots suddenly rang out in his ears, and more than a dozen soldiers running in front of him were knocked to the ground by sudden bullets.
He hurriedly hid behind a stone and escaped. Bullets flew out of the woods, hitting the stone and causing sparks to fly. Yingxiao was shocked. He did not expect that there was an ambush here.