At dawn, Yang Ling and his group of more than ten brothers carried the captured trophies, and under the cover of darkness, they ended the night's battle and returned to their positions.
Heavy weapons and ammunition hung all over their bodies. The brothers were bent over and breathing heavily, but there was uncontrollable joy on their tired faces.
Under Yang Ling's command, more than a dozen of them were tossing around the Japs' camp all night, making the Japs very restless, but the Japs were helpless against them. Seeing the Japs' furious look, they felt particularly comfortable.
They faced the Japs who were armed to the teeth. Most of the battles were brutal. It was common for entire battalions and companies to be killed. But now they only slightly injured two people and beat the Japs until they howled like ghosts. How could they not let them go?
They are happy.
"Sir Yang, this was a very enjoyable battle. I haven't fought such an enjoyable battle in a long time."
Company commander Niu Dagen was carrying two captured light machine guns with crooked handles on his body. The weight of dozens of kilograms made him breathless when he spoke, but he admired Yang Ling from the bottom of his heart.
Those Sichuan Army brothers who followed Niu Dagen were also full of admiration for Yang Ling. Being a soldier and fighting is not just a child's play house. Most of them need to fight hard when fighting.
If you encounter an idiot officer who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you will not only lose the battle, but also make many brothers lose their lives in vain.
Therefore, in order to survive, many brothers in the army do not focus on fighting most of the time. Instead, they always pay attention to their commanders and are always ready to run away for their lives.
The key is that their idiot commanders often fail to live up to their expectations. Nine times out of ten, they will run away without permission in order to survive. As time goes by, the troops are like a piece of scattered sand, and they often collapse when encountering powerful enemies. This is why they keep losing battles.
But there is no such situation among Yang Ling's troops. Most of the officers at all levels came from military academies and have noble feelings of protecting their homeland and country. They often take the lead in wars. Under their leadership, the troops howl like tigers and wolves.
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Although they often suffered heavy losses when facing the Japs whose equipment had overwhelming advantages, this spirit of daring to fight and fight no matter how many times the soldiers in the army changed, it never faded away, and instead became stronger.
It is precisely because of this that when facing the little devils, they can defend or attack without mercy. They often beat the little devils with fear and win the title of "hard bones". The little devils are frightened and dare not see them.
There is not the slightest carelessness.
What Yang Ling didn't know was that Niu Dagen and the others had some concerns when they came to reinforce the Golden Dragon Terrier position, and were always ready to evacuate if the situation went bad.
They were not afraid of death, but what they were most worried about was an unknown death. However, after following Yang Ling and the others for a night of torment, they were completely willing to follow Yang Ling and the others to kill the enemy with all their might.
Because in their hearts, an officer who can fight alongside them is worthy of their following, and besides, following such an officer can lead to victory, so why not do it.
Of course, Yang Ling didn't know what Niu Dagen and the others were thinking. All he knew was that the little devil had been tortured all night and had no rest, so his combat effectiveness would definitely be greatly reduced.
A group of them crawled back to the position under the envious eyes of the sentries outside the position. Looking at their weapons, ammunition and captured trophies hanging all over their bodies, the brothers in the trenches all stood up and welcomed their return like heroes.
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Gunfire rang out from the Japanese camp at the foot of the mountain all night long, and from time to time there was fire mixed with explosions. But the brothers on the mountain could hear it clearly and thought it was a sneak attack by friendly forces.
Now that I saw Yang Ling and others returning, I suddenly realized that it was their deputy leader who led the people to do it, and I felt admiration.
During the day, they were beaten by the Japs' aircraft fire. Thinking of the mess the Japs' camp had been in last night, they laughed knowingly. This is called retribution.
"Brothers, you are doing a good job." Walking in the traffic ditch, some brothers around him gave Niu Dagen a thumbs up.
"You guys fought really well. Let's drink together after the battle." Someone also gently hammered the shoulders of these returning brothers with their fists and extended a sincere invitation.
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Looking at these strangers, their sincere smiles and praises, Niu Dagen and the others felt an inexplicable sense of pride and honor in their hearts, and even their bodies could not help but straighten up.
In the past, they always lost battles, retreated, and were looked down upon by these Central Army troops. But now they were suddenly respected and praised. They were a little flattered and felt that fighting the Japanese was such a proud thing.
"Leave the weapons and ammunition on the battlefield. After a hard night's work, go back to the tunnel and have a good sleep. There is no need to participate in the day's battle."
Yang Ling was not complacent because of the small victory, because he knew that the war was not over yet, and the fierce battle was still to come.
"Yes!" Brother Niu solemnly raised his hand and saluted Yang Ling, and then happily led the brothers into the tunnel.
Faced with the order of his superior Yang Ling, even Niu Dagen himself did not realize that he used to like to bargain with his superiors, but after a night of fighting, he did not hesitate to execute it.
Yang Ling returned to the command post and gave a brief report on the battle last night to regiment commander Zhang Handuo and other regiment personnel. Zhang Handuo was delighted.
Zhang Handuo and the others were in a good mood, but the Jaap camp at the foot of the mountain was in a gloomy and miserable state. Even the patrols on guard duty were as silent as a chill, and did not dare to let out any air.
The Japanese commander Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro, with a face as deep as water, was sitting on the main seat of the tent of the brigade headquarters, leaning on his saber. Dozens of Japanese lieutenants stood solemnly, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.
Due to lack of rest, Ono Ichiro's eyes were bloodshot, and even his face looked haggard. Most of the lieutenants were also depressed and had lost their usual high-spirited air.
Yang Ling and the others spent the whole night wandering around the Japanese camp. First they were attacked by cold guns, and then they quietly threw grenades. The security troops who pursued them were ambushed by landmines, and suffered heavy losses.
Ono Ichiro and his bloated and huge troops were at a disadvantage in the dark and became a living target for the sneak attackers hiding in the night, which made them miserable.
In the middle of the night, Ono Ichiro temporarily mobilized two teams of more than a hundred people to set up a trap, hoping to catch all the despicable attackers. However, the opponent was as cunning as a fox. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he immediately ran away, only injuring him.
Two people from each other.
The enraged lieutenant led more than a hundred people into the darkness, vowing to cut the opponent into pieces. However, they were then ambushed by an inverted triangle formation composed of three machine guns, causing more than forty casualties. They were in a terrible state.
returned.
Those sneak attackers hidden in the darkness are always there. They appear and disappear like ghosts, so the little devils in the camp have to brace themselves and be alert at all times.
Because their elusive attackers always appeared silently, wiping their necks with bayonets, throwing grenades at the tents, or getting close and firing with machine guns, the numerous Japanese soldiers felt that the darkness around them seemed to be an endless danger, and they could be threatened at any time.
Lose your life.
Yang Ling was the ancestor of special operations. Although the little devils kept trying to counterattack and take the initiative, facing Yang Ling, they soon discovered that all their efforts were in vain and would only increase casualties.
"Reorganize the troops, launch an attack in half an hour, and annihilate all the Chinese!"
The heavy casualties last night made Ono Ichiro full of anger. As soon as day broke, he couldn't wait to assemble his troops, hoping to launch a crazy explosion to vent his overwhelming anger.
"Hiyi!"
The lieutenants all over the tent lowered their heads heavily. Although they were exhausted, their faces were full of murderous intent.