Although Niu Dagen and his brothers did not participate in the battle during the day, they were full of energy and suitable for participating in such night raids.
But Yang Ling didn't know what their combat capabilities were, and they hadn't been trained on the battlefield, so in addition to Niu Dagen and the others, he also asked several surviving brothers from the sniper platoon to participate in the operation.
"Report!"
"Come in."
Wang Zikun, who smelled sour all over his body, walked into the simple command post with several brothers: "Regiment deputy, all the brothers who are still alive are here."
Yang Ling raised his head, looked at the three mud-colored brothers standing behind Wang Zikun, and nodded with a heavy heart.
When he first created the sniper platoon, he selected twenty brothers from the regiment who were excellent in marksmanship and other aspects, and planned to use them as a basis to form a special operations force capable of performing beheadings, infiltration behind enemy lines, and reconnaissance.
However, due to the constraints of conditions and the fact that they were always on the march, there was no time to train them. Before the battle, Commander Wang Yaowu promised that after the battle, funds, weapons and ammunition would be allocated to him so that he could start training.
But the battle was not over yet. Only a few of the original twenty brothers with excellent combat abilities were left. How could Yang Ling not feel heartbroken?
But on this cruel battlefield, nothing can be done. The ruthless bullets are flying wildly, and no one can guarantee that they will survive without fail, because this is the battlefield.
"Have you had dinner?" Yang Ling looked at several brothers and asked with concern.
"I've eaten. I took a can from the kid's body and ate it all." One brother replied with a forced smile.
Yang Ling turned his attention to several other people: "What about you?"
"Sir, we have eaten too." They stepped forward and answered.
Looking at their tattered but upright bodies, Yang Ling suddenly felt a surge of heroism in his body. With these brothers who were not afraid of hard death fighting with guns, the little devils could never think of destroying China.
"We are going to carry out the raiding mission tonight, can you still keep fighting?" Looking at the tired faces of the brothers, Yang Ling asked tentatively.
"Sir, just give the order, we can still fight!" Although the brothers fought bloody battles for nearly two days and one night, when they heard that they were going to fight the Japanese, they immediately became energetic again as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Okay, after tonight's harassment, you will have a rest tomorrow and don't need to participate in the battle." Yang Ling also knew that the human body has its limits, so he made a promise to them in advance.
Soon Niu Dagen arrived at the headquarters with ten brothers and three Czech light machine guns, and Yang Ling made some arrangements for them in advance.
"We are going to harass the little devils this time. No one can act without my order." Yang Ling first gave them some instructions, fearing that he would lose everything by then.
The brothers were all veterans who had participated in countless battles, so they naturally knew the rules and regulations, and they all nodded in agreement.
After Yang Ling made some further explanations, and after greeting the regiment leader Zhang Handuo after he came back from inspecting the position, Yang Ling personally took the people into action.
After they greeted the sentry, the group took advantage of the cover of night and quietly headed toward the Japanese camp at the foot of the mountain.
The moon was once again covered by thick clouds in the sky, and it was pitch black. Yang Ling and the others would step on the corpses on the ground if they were not careful. The cold and stiff corpses made people's scalp numb in such a dark night.
Fortunately, there were large and small fires burning on the battlefield. Although they exuded the smell of burnt corpses, Yang Ling and the others were not blinded.
They just walked in the darkness at the edge of the crackling fires, and soon found the bushes about a few hundred meters away from the little devil's camp to hide themselves.
They quietly poked half of their heads out of the bushes to observe the situation in the Japs camp, and saw dark tents densely distributed in a large, flat area behind a large fortification made of trenches and sandbags.
Seeing the little Japs sleeping in a warm and comfortable tent, while his brothers had to sleep in trenches filled with dead people, Yang Ling felt that if he didn't show the little Japs a little show of strength tonight, he would really be sorry for them.
There were more than a dozen crackling fires burning in the open space in front of the Japanese fortifications fifty meters away. It was obvious that the Japanese were also preparing for night attacks by the Chinese army.
If someone really wanted to attack at night, the light from those fires would be able to detect the enemy hiding in the darkness in advance. I have to say that the little devil is also very smart.
However, the little devil made a mistake. Yang Ling did not want to sneak attack them, but harassed them and tried his best to prevent them from sleeping well.
"You go and ambush on both sides. Wang Zikun, shoot a Jaap first, and then come back here." Yang Ling turned to another brother and ordered softly: "After he fires the first shot, you count.
When it's three hundred, I'll kill another Japanese from the other side."
Wang Zikun and another brother agreed, grabbed their rifles, crouched, and quickly and quietly disappeared from Yang Ling's sight.
"Set up the machine gun. If the Japanese come after you, cover their retreat." Yang Ling ordered behind him.
Soon, three Czech light machine guns were set up on the ridge, aiming at the Japanese fortifications over there.
After receiving Yang Ling's order, Wang Zikun crawled until he reached a stone two hundred meters away from the Japanese fortifications before he stopped. He gently loaded the bullet and began to aim at the Japanese fortifications behind the fire with half-squinted eyes.
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The fire was burning loudly. Although the fire illuminated the surrounding area and prevented enemy attacks, it also exposed the Japanese sentries behind the fortifications not far from the fire.
Three little Japs were nesting behind a heavy machine gun sandbag, smoking cigarettes. The sparks from the cigarette butts flickered, making them very dazzling in the night.
From time to time, they looked up at the dark mountains. It was quiet without any movement, and their faces were relaxed. If it weren't for the gunfire from above at night, they would even think that there were Chinese defenders on the mountain.
Already dead.
Although they also suffered heavy losses during the day, the Chinese troops on the mountain were bombarded by their artillery fire and aircraft, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.
Just as their captain Ono Ichiro said, take a good sleep and recharge your batteries. Tomorrow they will be able to rush up the mountain and kill all the remaining Chinese soldiers.
It is precisely because there are not many Chinese troops left on the mountains and they are in an offensive position that these Japanese sentries inevitably become paralyzed and careless.
According to regulations, smoking and lighting control are strictly prohibited while on duty, especially at night.
However, these Japanese sentries expected that the Chinese army was at the end of its war effort and would not dare to go down the mountain, so they secretly smoked cigarettes while their officers were sleeping to pass the long time on duty.
"boom!"
The dull sound of gunshots sounded, and Wang Zikun's shoulders went numb. A hot bullet turned into a meteor and shot out.
"Poof!" With the sound of the bullet entering the flesh of the little devil who was smoking, a bloody hole was suddenly torn in his throat, and a blood arrow flew out.
Biaofei's blood spurted into the face of the kid next to him. The kid looked at his fallen comrade and the warm blood on his face, and shouted sternly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The other kid reacted quickly, threw away the cigarette in his hand, pounced on the Type 92 heavy machine gun half a meter away, turned the muzzle, and fired without hesitation in the direction of the bullet.