The leader of the Japanese squad saw Yang Ling's black hole aiming his gun at him. He was stunned for a moment and immediately jumped down and dodged subconsciously. Seeing the evasive action of the captain of the Japanese squad, a sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth, the muzzle of the gun was slightly depressed, and his fingers bent
When the trigger was pulled, flames erupted from the muzzle, followed by a puff of gunpowder smoke, and the hot bullets roared out.
The high-speed rotating bullets magnified sharply in the frightened pupils of the Japanese squad leader, then shattered his helmet with a clanking sound, jumped into his head, and a large stream of red and white stuff spurted out from the back of his head.
The body of the Japanese squad leader was thrown backward by the high-speed impact, and the 38-gauge rifle in his hand fell loose and clattered to the ground.
The other three Japanese infantrymen reacted and hurriedly raised their guns to shoot at Yang Ling. The bullets hit Yang Ling's surroundings, causing the grass and soil to splash. However, Yang Ling had already jumped towards the Japanese machine gun on the left like a cheetah.
The ammunition hand hurriedly reached for the self-defense pistol at his waist.
When they just took out their self-defense pistols from their holsters, Yang Ling had already rushed forward and kicked a Japanese ammunition hand in the face. This kick was accurate and hard, and the Japanese ammunition hand's face was
Under the violent impact, it twisted sideways, and the teeth flew into the air mixed with blood, which was dazzling.
Another Japs ammunition hand was angry and anxious. He turned around and fired, but the self-defense pistol jammed with a click. This type of pistol, commonly known as the Southern Type 14 pistol in the Chinese army and civilians, is famous for its high failure rate and is the standard equipment of the Japs.
, often committing suicide is not guaranteed to be successful and is criticized.
The Japs ammunition hand saw that Yang Ling was approaching but the gun jammed. The Japs ammunition man was also fierce. He raised his pistol and hit Yang Ling in the face. Yang Ling turned sideways to avoid it.
Soon after he said it, his big iron-like hands reached out quickly, grabbed the devil's head and twisted it hard. With a click, the devil's head had been twisted off, and it hung down feebly, and his body was like
He suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed.
The other three Japanese infantrymen saw Yang Ling and the ammunition man fighting in close combat. They did not dare to shoot for fear of accidental injury. They rushed up with their bayonet guns. Yang Ling picked up the machine gun on the ground and fired a long burst. There was a clicking sound, and the three Japanese soldiers
The infantryman's body erupted into clouds of blood mist and trembled violently. Half of his body was beaten into a sieve, and finally he fell helplessly into a pool of blood.
In less than two minutes, under the shocked gaze of Lao Yanqiang, Yang Ling had already knocked all ten Japanese soldiers to the ground, while Lao Yanqiang was still stunned on the spot without reacting.
When the three Japs who were preparing to retreat from the flanks emerged from behind the house, they were surprised to find that their companions were all lying on the ground. While they were still dazed, Yang Ling had already picked up two of them.
The grenade was thrown at the three Japanese infantrymen not far behind Lao Yanqiang.
"Damn it, I'm one of our own!" When Lao Yanqiang saw Yang Ling throwing grenades towards him, he cursed and hurriedly threw himself to the side. With two loud bangs, Lao Yanqiang felt countless
Sand and stones hit his back, and then there was a heartbreaking pain.
Damn it, I can still feel the pain, I'm not dead yet, Lao Yanqiang's ears are buzzing, and when he opens his eyes, he sees that murderous monster heading towards him with a sharp bayonet.
Lao Yanqiang became anxious. He stared at his legs and struggled to get up while shouting anxiously at Yang Ling: "I am one of my own, I am my own, don't shoot, don't shoot."
Yang Ling ignored Lao Yanqiang's ghostly howling. He walked past him and strode towards the Japanese who was still squirming after being blown to the ground by a grenade. The grenade did not directly kill the Japanese, but he was not far away from death.
His whole body was bruised and bloody, his khaki military uniform was cut to pieces by the explosions, and blood was pouring out from the wounds.
Seeing Yang Ling walking towards him with the 38-meter cover, the Japanese soldier who was half-dead by the explosion was still crawling towards the 38-inch cover that was blown away, still trying to resist.
The sound of gunfire outside had disappeared. The remnant soldiers who were suppressed by the Japanese machine guns in the house and did not dare to show their heads dusted themselves with dust. When they heard the old smoker shouting outside, don't shoot, don't shoot, they suddenly felt a surge of emotion in their hearts.
With a spirit of bloody courage, they all shouted, "Fight," ready to come out and fight the Japanese to the death.
But when they rushed out of the house, they looked around and found that none of the standing Japanese soldiers were gone, and they were all lying in a pool of blood. When they were surprised, the screams coming from next to them attracted their attention.
Yang Ling was slowly thrusting his bayonet into the Japs body, which was already defenseless. The Japs' desperate and shrill screams before death made the remaining soldiers shudder. They looked at the thin and tall figure.
I felt an inexplicable chill on the back of my head. Damn it, how can I be more ruthless than the Japanese?
Yang Ling didn't have any trouble in his heart at this moment. He slowly stabbed the seriously wounded Japanese into the heart and ended their lives, just like slaughtering animals. The remaining soldiers in the distance were horrified.
After all, the Japs were already seriously injured and already weak. Killing them again would be too cruel. However, seeing the Japs being killed made them feel extremely happy. Their hearts were full of contradictions.
But war is war, and there is no mercy at all. When these devils invade this land with swords and guns, burning, killing and looting, they should have the consciousness of death. They should know that one day they will be punished for what they have done.
Pay enough price.
Yang Ling is not a bloodthirsty person, but when he thinks of mountains and rivers being destroyed and people being massacred, he feels angry in his heart. Since you choose war, then I will accompany you to the end.
Under the unbearable gazes of the remnant soldiers, Yang Ling stabbed all the remaining Japanese soldiers, then sat down on the ground and groped from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers to find the individual biscuits they carried. This kind of food came from the Russo-Japanese War.
The biscuits that were provided to the Japanese army during that period were not the compressed biscuits of later generations, but ordinary biscuits mixed with some small jelly beans, which can stimulate saliva secretion and reduce dependence on drinking water.
Yang Ling took a small piece of biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, and put the rest into his pocket. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat more, but he was worried that not eating for a long time would affect his digestive system.
A thin body cannot withstand the torture.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Yang Ling sat on the ground and chewed with relish. The remaining soldiers in the distance looked at Yang Ling and swallowed their saliva. They were being chased by the Japanese and had not eaten for a long time.
Yang Ling raised his head and saw that the remnants of the soldiers were still looking at him like monsters, and he felt a little angry. He really didn't know how they got here alive: "What are you doing standing around? Find something to eat by yourself."
After hearing Yang Ling's reminder, they seemed to have received permission. Like hungry wolves, they pounced on the corpse of the Japanese and began to rummage for food and collect the loot.
The reason why they froze in place and didn't move before was because they were captured by Yang Ling's momentum. They watched with their own eyes as Yang Ling killed more than a dozen Japs in an instant and stabbed the seriously injured ones to death one by one. Yang Ling's power and
The coldness has penetrated into their souls and marrow. In their minds, Yang Ling is a monster. Fighting for food with monsters is not seeking death.
Fortunately, Yang Ling was not a monster after all, but just an ordinary person. The remaining soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yang Ling with fear and admiration in their eyes. He had killed a Japanese assault squad by himself.
In the hearts of the remaining soldiers, Yang Ling's thin figure suddenly became taller and straighter.