Fatty Tian San was so happy that flowers bloomed on his face. He ran to the corpse of the dead Japs, tore open the Japs' biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. At the same time, he was busy putting on the 38-gauge rifle and armed belt.
He kept holding water bottles and other equipment to his body, looking like a picker of rags.
The rest of the remnant soldiers also followed suit and began to sweep around the corpses of the Japanese. During this period, they followed Yang Ling and killed many Japanese. They were already very familiar with cleaning up trophies and ensured that nothing was left behind.
Yang Ling picked up the Japs' 80% new 38-gauge rifle, pulled the bolt to test the feel, rubbed and aimed, and finally nodded and threw his original 38-gauge rifle to an excited man.
of remnant soldiers.
The 38-meter gun he first captured was also good, but when he was guarding the position, he was bombarded by Japanese heavy artillery and suffered a lot of wear and tear, so he immediately changed it to a more convenient gun.
A gun is the second life of a soldier. A good gun can invisibly improve one's strength. Although Yang Ling's marksmanship is very good, if he has a good gun, he can perform his skill more stably.
Putting the selected 38 cap on his shoulders, he squatted down and took off the Japs' armed belts and tied them to his body. Having a gun but no bullets was like burning a fire stick. The bullets captured last time were now exhausted.
, he is in urgent need of replenishing ammunition.
Most of the Chinese army's Hanyang-made rifles and official rifles use 7.92mm bullets, while the Japanese's 38-mm rifles use 6.5-mm bullets, so now Yang Ling and the others have a handful of 38-mm bullets.
You can find Japanese soldiers to replenish ammunition.
In addition to rifles and bullets, Yang Ling selectively took some dry food and a kettle, and threw the rest of the things to the remaining soldiers to divide up. He chose some necessary things, and bringing too many unnecessary things would be a waste.
A burden.
Their ambush yielded quite a harvest this time. In addition to the ones Lao Smoking took with him in pursuit, there were fourteen corpses of Japanese soldiers lying here. One machine gun, ten rifles, hundreds of rounds of bullets, and melon grenades were seized.
There were more than twenty pills, which made the remnants of the soldiers become landlords' riches, and they were very excited.
If they encounter Japanese soldiers with such powerful firepower head-on, the remaining soldiers will have no choice but to run away, because a crooked machine gun is enough to suppress them and make them unable to raise their heads.
Fortunately, this was a well-planned ambush. Most of the Japanese were killed and wounded by grenades before they could react. Then there was a close-quarters fight. Their machine gunner was killed first, without even a chance to shoot.
The remnant soldiers are now completely convinced by Yang Ling. Before they met Yang Ling, they had been beaten on the behind by the Japanese. But since they followed Yang Ling, beating the Japanese was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. They always felt that the Japanese were incompetent.
beated.
The corpses of two remnant soldiers were placed quietly on the ground. They were the first to charge against the Japanese, but they died the fastest. They were no match for the Japanese with their bayonets. After just one encounter, they were stabbed to the ground by the Japanese because they were bleeding.
Too much and death.
"Bury them on the spot." Yang Ling knelt down, straightened the dirty gray military uniforms of the two remnants, and ordered the remaining soldiers.
People will die in war, which is inevitable at any time. Yang Ling didn't want the remaining soldiers to suffer casualties, so he did not lead them in a frontal attack on the Japanese, but took the risk himself to lure the Japanese into their ambush.
Even though he had tried his best, he still couldn't avoid casualties. This doesn't mean you don't have to die just because you don't want to. War is like this. No one knows which tomorrow or accident will come first.
Luo Dayong and the remnant soldiers used their bayonets to dig into the soil along the large hole created by the grenade, preparing to bury the two dead remnants. This was the only thing they could do now.
Thinking that there are still people digging holes to bury the dead people, and that he might be dead in the wilderness at that time, Luo Dayong's heart was filled with panic. He said to the remaining soldiers: "If I die that day, you will have to pay me."
I'll find a place with good feng shui to bury it, I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed swamp."
"Brother Luo, why are you saying these depressing words? Didn't Brother Yang say that we will defeat the Japanese and win?" Li Mazi was very optimistic and comforted Luo Dayong.
"Whether we are alive or not has nothing to do with victory. We may die before we even see victory."
"It seems right," Li Mazi scratched his head: "Brother Luo, if I die, you have to find a good Feng Shui place to bury me. I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed swamp."
"We can't decide who will die first, let's talk about it then." Luo Dayong lowered his head and began to dig hard at the soil again. The topic of death always seemed a little heavier, although the remnants usually laughed and joked and were unwilling to do so.
Mentioned, but they knew it in their hearts and understood their situation.
They themselves may die at any time, maybe from a bullet. They have no confidence in whether they can survive until tomorrow. They just hope that someone will bury them when they die, and bury them in a land with good feng shui.
Will suffice.
Not long after, Lao Yanqiang came back dejectedly with a few remnant soldiers, and also dragged back the corpses of three Japanese.
"Damn, the little devils are as slippery as loaches. I caught up with three of them after a long chase." Lao Yanqiang sat on the ground, breathing heavily, obviously very dissatisfied with the results of his battle.
In the past, they were always suppressed by the Japanese, and there were constant deaths on their side. They felt aggrieved. Now they managed to beat the Japanese in an ambush, and even let the Japanese escape a lot. This made Lao Yanqiang a little confused.
It feels like a cooked duck has flown away, and I feel very unhappy.
"Just run away, a few stragglers can't make any big waves." Yang Ling took a very open mind and comforted the old smoker.
Compared with the few little Japs who fled into the reed swamp, Yang Ling was more worried about the fact that 200,000 Japs would join the war. How would they survive this doomed war?
to maintain your own safety.
It is obviously unrealistic to leave the battlefield now. He has considered that the supervising team currently attached to the war zone is not a vegetarian. Once they are caught as deserters, they will be pulled out and killed without even a chance to explain.
, military law on the battlefield is ruthless, and there is no place to redress grievances...
"This way, this way." Just as Yang Ling was thinking about where to go in the future, the reed swamp in the distance was full of people, and a large number of people were coming this way.