There were no stars in the dark night, and the cold night wind exuded bursts of chill. Yang Ling and the remaining soldiers sneaked towards the Japanese temporary camp. It was dark and dark, and from time to time, someone tripped over the grass and rocks and made a muffled sound. Yang Ling had to slow down and wait.
Let them keep up with you.
The Japs' temporary camp was stationed in a leeward depression, with more than a dozen tents scattered sporadically. On the gentle slope on the east side, a Japs with a 38-gauge rifle across his hand looked around with vigilance, in the distance.
Three hundred meters to the west of him, there was a Japanese soldier lying in the grass with a secret whistle.
Yang Ling's pace seemed slow, but he was moving very fast. The eight remnant soldiers following them were panting slightly. Although Yang Ling's body was weak, he knew how to regulate his breathing rhythm, and he didn't have any problems.
So tired.
When he was still a few hundred meters away from the Japanese temporary camp, Yang Ling stopped and raised his right hand to make a stop gesture behind him. Following Yang Ling's old smoking gun, he still hit Yang Ling's back, causing him to stumble and almost fall.
Fortunately, Yang Ling had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch him.
Although the remnant soldiers behind did not understand Yang Ling's gesture, they subconsciously stopped when they saw Lao Yanqiang almost falling to the ground. Yang Ling slapped his head, and he almost ruined the big thing.
The remnant soldiers have never learned sign language, so how can they understand their own gestures?
Yang Ling had no choice but to gather the remaining soldiers, pointed to the gentle slope not far away and lowered his voice and said, "Stay here and don't move. I'll go deal with the sentries."
After ordering the remaining soldiers, Yang Ling handed the 38-gauge rifle he had captured to the old smoker, and he sneaked into the darkness with a sharp bayonet.
In the grass on the west side of the gentle slope, a Japanese whistle was watching the surroundings vigilantly. No disturbance could escape his eyes, but little did he know that the danger was slowly approaching.
The location where this Japanese secret sentry was hiding was chosen very well. Not only did he have a wide field of vision, but the grass here was thick and difficult to be discovered. Although he was well disguised, in the eyes of Yang Ling, the former King of the Falcon Soldiers, he was just like a king.
Like new clothes, nothing to hide.
Lying down in the cold grass, the moisture from the ground made the Japs Sentinel feel extremely uncomfortable in his abdomen. He moved his somewhat numb legs and lay down on his stomach in a more comfortable position.
He suddenly heard some noise in the grass behind him. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black figure coming towards him. Before he could react, the cold light of a sharp bayonet flashed across his eyes, and he felt his
My neck felt cold, then my brain went black and I lost consciousness.
Yang Ling carefully laid the Japs' body flat in the grass, took off the two melon grenades hanging on his body and put them into his pockets, and then quietly moved toward the Japs' sentry standing on the gentle slope to the east.
The Japs sentry standing on the gentle slope had a wider view because of its condescending position. Yang Ling touched it quietly and pierced the Japs' heart with a knife. However, this time he miscalculated. The Japs did not die immediately, but actually turned over and crushed Yang Ling.
Underneath him.
The devil's strength was surprisingly strong. He screamed like an enraged beast and pinched Yang Ling's neck with both hands. In desperation, Yang Ling picked up a stone and threw it at the devil's head. It was huge.
The force of the impact made the Japs dizzy.
Yang Ling took the opportunity to turn over, pulled out the bayonet from the Japanese soldier's chest and stabbed it into the Japanese soldier's neck. A stream of warm blood spurted into Yang Ling's face, but Yang Ling could not care anymore. The Japanese soldier's scream had already alerted the rest of the sleeping Japanese soldiers.
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Originally, Yang Ling wanted to get rid of the two Japanese sentries, and then they passed quietly by the Japanese temporary camp, so as not to alert the enemy, but he never expected that the Japanese's heart was on the other side.
"Bring me the machine gun quickly!" Yang Ling shouted quickly at Lao Yanqiang and the others, while taking off the Japanese grenades and running up the gentle slope.
The reaction of the Japanese was not unpleasant. In less than two minutes from the time when the Japanese sentry screamed to when Yang Ling ran up the gentle slope, they had already rushed out of the tent with their 38-gauge rifles.
The Japs' melon grenade had an impact trigger fuse. Yang Ling slammed the two grenades together, then aimed at the Japs running out of the tent and threw them at them.
Two groups of violent explosive flames shone between the Japs' camps along with the roar, dazzling in the dark night sky. The scorching air waves swept away the Japs within ten meters like autumn leaves, knocking them to the ground.
The explosions sprayed everywhere made the Japanese scream like ghosts crying and wolf howling.
Yang Ling didn't care to look at the results of his battle. Another collision, and the remaining two grenades were thrown out. The violent fire exploded again, and the soil and broken limbs flew everywhere, and the depression was suddenly exploded.
Several large craters were created, and the Japanese tents were torn to pieces by the explosions.
At this moment, Lao Yanqiang and the others had already rushed up the gentle slope from behind. Seeing the Japanese who had not yet been killed, they hurriedly fell down and started to pull the bolt of the gun and shoot. Bang, the sound of the gunshot was particularly harsh in the dark night, and the bullets were dragging the stream of light.
Entering the Japanese camp, you will feel like an elf dancing in the dark night.
Yang Ling snatched the Type 96 light machine gun from Luo Dayong's hand, and swept it from left to right at the undead Japanese lying on the ground. Blood spattered everywhere, and at least seven of the 30-round clips hit him.
Eight Japs, but the actual casualties of the Japs were six dead and five wounded.
Yang Ling pulled out the magazine and threw it to Luo Dayong, who was in a daze: "Hurry up and load it!" As he said another magazine full of bullets had been loaded into the machine gun, the roar of the machine gun sounded again, and the hot bullets shot toward
As the Japanese poured in, Yang Ling fired from right to left this time, the muzzle of the gun shook regularly, and blood spattered again.
The Japs were stunned by the grenade blast. Before they could react, they were fired upon by two rounds of machine guns. They suffered heavy casualties immediately. Only then did the surviving Japs begin to fire their guns at the gentle slope. The bullets hit the gentle slope and splashed the soil.
Yang Ling fired up all the bullets in another magazine. A team of more than fifty Japanese soldiers had almost been wiped out. They were injured and disabled. The shrill screams mixed with the whistling of bullets made the place a noisy place.
"Follow me!" After firing the third magazine, Yang Ling inserted the bloody bayonet into the lock of the 38 cover with a click, then roared and rushed towards the Japanese temporary camp down the gentle slope.
"Come on -" Lao Yanqiang and the others saw that Yang Ling was already charging down with his bayonet drawn. They hesitated for a moment, cheered themselves up, and followed Yang Ling down the gentle slope with howls.
The Japs' camp had become a mess at this moment, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke. As soon as Yang Ling rushed into the gunpowder smoke with his bayonet pointed, he bumped into a Japs head-on.
Without hesitation, he pierced the opponent's abdomen.
Yang Ling's movements of stabbing and drawing the sword were all done in one smooth motion. The Japs were already curled up on the ground, clutching their stomachs.