In the reeds floating in the breeze, Yang Ling crouched on his waist and held a 38-gauge rifle in his hand and sneaked forward cautiously along the cleared path. The remaining soldiers followed closely behind him with tense expressions.
The sound of reeds rustling in the wind could be heard by the side.
The reeds are withered and yellow, and the whole view is desolate. If you want to find the Japanese soldiers who have penetrated into this huge reed swamp, it will undoubtedly be like looking for a needle in a haystack. But as Yang Ling, the former king of soldiers, the tricks of the Japanese soldiers to hide their traces are like a child's play house.
No clue could escape his eyes.
The remnants of the soldiers lined up and followed behind Yang Ling. Their shoes made a crisp squeaking sound when they stepped on the dry reed stalks, and some reed stalks broke.
Yang Ling followed the traces for about half an hour. He stopped and listened. There seemed to be unusual movement in the whistling wind. He guessed that the Japanese infiltration team was not far away.
"The little Japs should be hiding in front. We can't move forward any further." Yang Ling turned around and lowered his voice and spoke to the remaining soldiers.
He thought carefully. With the combat skills of the remnants, trying to approach the Japs quietly was nothing more than wishful thinking. He would definitely alert the enemy. When the Japs were alerted, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.
"The little Japanese is right in front, how can we fight if we don't move forward?" Lao Yanqiang looked confused.
Yang Ling pointed to the reeds on both sides: "You guys lie in wait here, I'll go and lure the little Japs over."
The remaining soldiers were stunned when they heard Yang Ling's instructions, and all their eyes turned to him, waiting for his next instructions.
Although they were very hateful and angry towards the little Japs, they were still a little afraid of the little Japs. After all, the Japs’ individual qualities were there, they had suffered a lot of losses, and many people had died. They were not prepared to pursue and suppress them.
The Japanese infiltration team was still a little nervous.
"Brother Zhou, Brother Luo, you two, take the people to lie down on the right side. When the time comes, I will lure the Japanese over, and you will shoot at the right time, and try to knock down a few more at once."
Lao Yanqiang and Luo Ziqiang nodded: "Then be careful." Then they called to the remaining soldiers who were holding rifles and walked about two hundred meters towards the reed swamp on the right, got down and pointed their guns here.
"What about, Brother Yang, where are we?" Luo Dayong couldn't help but ask.
Yang Ling pointed to the reed swamp on the left: "You go to the left and lie in wait. After they hear the gunfire, the little Japs lie down and throw grenades in the middle of the little Japs. Do you understand?"
"Hey, blow up those bastards then!" Luo Dayong greeted and led the grenade team into the reed swamp on the left.
After seeing the ambush on both sides, Yang Ling took a deep breath, took out the bayonet from the cloth, inserted it into his waist, and then cautiously sneaked forward.
The reason why Yang Ling dared to approach the Japs alone was because he expected that the Japs' infiltration troops would not dare to shoot. This reed swamp was surrounded by troops of the National Revolutionary Army. If the Japs were not mentally retarded, they would not shoot. This was
He is the biggest reliance on attracting the Japanese.
Although he suspected this, he still stuck a grenade in his waist just in case. This was used as a last resort to escape.
Yang Ling carefully sneaked forward for more than 500 meters, and the sound of voices could be clearly heard from the front. Through the low chatter, Yang Ling finally determined the identity of the Japanese.
An alert Japanese sentry was standing at a distance of 50 meters, looking around. However, the reed swamp was densely packed with reed stalks, and the visibility was very low. In addition, Yang Ling's stealth skills were very good, so he sneaked in quietly.
So close to the devil.
Yang Ling deliberately picked up a stone and threw it forward. The Japanese sentry was very alert and immediately spotted Yang Ling standing not far away. He was stunned for a moment, then said hello to the back, and immediately raised his bayonet and rushed like Yang Ling.
Come.
Seeing that the Japanese sentries did not fire, he immediately felt relieved. It seemed that the Japanese were not all mentally retarded. They knew that they were in the territory of the Chinese army and could not expose their identities.
Yang Ling just watched blankly as the Japanese charged toward him with bayonets pointed out. He didn't dodge or dodge, as if he was scared to death, but an imperceptible sneer flashed in his eyes.
The injury on my leg hasn't healed yet, so I'm going to get some interest back here today.
The warning from the Japanese sentry made the rest of the Japanese stand up and rush towards this side with their guns in hand, wanting to see what was going on.
Ah! The little Japanese looked at Yang Ling who seemed to be frightened, and stabbed Yang Ling in the chest with his bayonet, hoping to kill the Chinese soldier who discovered their whereabouts.
Seeing that the bayonet was about to pierce Yang Ling's chest, the Japanese suddenly realized that they had lost their target. The frightened Chinese soldier disappeared from his sight like a ghost.
The Japanese sentry was startled and immediately felt that something was wrong. He thrust his bayonet forward to withdraw his defense, but it was too late. He felt a coldness in his lower abdomen and pain.
He subconsciously looked down and saw a bloody bayonet being pulled out of his lower abdomen, and the Chinese soldier who was a little stupid just now was smiling at him with a sly face.
The Japs sentry felt that the power in his body was draining rapidly. He raised the butt of his gun and was about to hit the Chinese soldier on the head, but Yang Ling had already punched him in the lower body. The Japs' body was like a big arched body.
He rolled and curled up on the ground like a shrimp, making a muffled sound from his mouth. The severe pain had made his face distorted.
Damn, after being beaten here, he still endured the severe pain without shouting for fear of alerting the surrounding Chinese troops. Yang Ling also admired the Japanese soldiers, but the enemy is the enemy and does not need mercy.
He raised his foot and kicked the Japs in the face, then quickly took off the two grenades on the Japs and trotted back towards the way he came.
The rest of the Japs heard the commotion and rushed over. Just in time to see Yang Ling kick the Japs sentry in the face, they suddenly became furious.
"Don't shoot! Catch him!" Japanese Second Lieutenant Matsui shouted anxiously when he saw Yang Ling turning around and running towards the reed swamp.
If the fleeing Yang Ling attracts nearby Chinese troops, Second Lieutenant Matsui can predict that he will definitely attract nearby Chinese troops, and his infiltration team will be in danger of destruction.
Yang Ling quickly ran towards the place where Lao Yanqiang and the others were lying in ambush in the reed swamp, while the Japs kept silent and pursued fiercely. The two sides started a chase in the reed swamp.
However, both sides had a tacit agreement not to shoot or shout. Second Lieutenant Matsui was worried about attracting nearby Chinese troops, while Yang Ling was worried that his shouting would scare the Japanese away, so he still gave them a little hope and lured them into the ambush he had arranged.