Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth it is difficult to ride a tiger
Machine gun bullets as thick as fingers flew over, and Han Feihu, the captain of the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade who was shouting loudly, was so frightened that he turned around and ran away subconsciously.
But when he turned around too quickly, the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell down like a dog chewing on the mud. Before he could struggle to get up, a big foot stepped on him.
"ah!"
Someone stumbled and stepped on Han Feihu's hand. The pain caused him to grin and let out a miserable howl.
"Brother, brother, are you okay?"
Fortunately, a few of his henchmen quickly pulled Han Feihu up from the ground, otherwise he would have been trampled to death by the chaotic crowd.
"Asshole! That damned trample on me!"
Han Feihu was helped up and looked at the chaotic retreating crowd, roaring angrily.
But in this screaming, confused and frightened crowd, Han Feihu's words were ignored. It was too late to save his life. Who could care about who stepped on him? Han Feihu's face turned livid with anger.
"Bang!" Han Feihu raised his hand and shot into the sky: "Stop everyone, I will kill anyone who runs again!"
At this moment, the machine guns on Yang Ling's side stopped after firing a bunch of bullets. Han Feihu finally stabilized the chaotic team.
Soon, the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, both good and bad, lay on the ground panting heavily. They looked at the black muzzle of the machine gun on the roof not far away, patted their heaving chests and still had lingering fears.
The trembling sound of the machine guns had left a shadow in their hearts. When they were fighting the Japs, the enemy's several machine guns blasted the people they rushed towards like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The brother who had been beaten with blood all over his body was dead on the ground in an instant. They were scared to think about it now, and now that the guerrillas actually had such machine guns, this battle was still a fart.
Yang Ling saw hundreds of people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade approaching in such a dark mass, and asked the machine gun team to fire just to scare them.
But who knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was so vulnerable. As soon as the machine gun fired, they were so frightened that they were in a panic. If there was a real war, I'm afraid it would be over by now.
Seeing that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was a bunch of cowards despite its large number of people, Yang Ling's tense face softened. It seemed that he had overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.
At that time, seeing hundreds of people approaching in such a fierce manner, although Yang Ling was not afraid, he still felt a little uneasy. After all, if there was a conflict, even if they won, it would probably be a miserable victory.
But now Yang Ling has no such worries at all. When fighting such a ragtag group of people, it is enough for a fighting company to deal with them.
However, this Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is also a friendly force under the Ninth Guerrilla Column, so it would be best if there is no conflict.
If they really dare to be tough and refuse to eat and drink as a penalty, Yang Ling wouldn't mind giving them a harsh lesson.
Even if the blame comes from above, he is not afraid. After all, Zhangjiaji is their guerrilla zone. If the other party comes to cause trouble, shouldn't they be able to fight back?
Han Feihu originally wanted to regain the situation aggressively, but who knew that the opponent just fired a bunch of bullets and destroyed their momentum.
Now seeing his subordinates lying on the ground and not daring to move, Han Feihu was furious. He regretted that he usually didn't pay attention to training and now he was embarrassed.
"Boss, they, they seem to have several machine guns."
A confidant carefully poked half of his head out of the pit to observe, and then said with a trembling voice.
"I'm not blind yet, I need you to remind me!" Han Feihu cursed angrily.
At this moment, black machine guns were found on the roofs and walls outside Zhangjiaji. There were at least four or five of them. What about the ones hidden in the dark? I'm afraid there were only a lot more.
The guerrillas were so powerful that Han Feihu felt that he was careless and attacked rashly without fully investigating the opponent's situation. Now he was riding a tiger with difficulty.
If we really let a bunch of losers like us attack, I'm afraid they'd be attacked by those machine guns before they even broke into Zhangjiaji. I'm afraid I'd have to be the bare commander of this anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade.
But now that he has come, if he goes back in such a dejected manner, he will lose face and lose his prestige. How will he lead troops to fight in the future? Now he is in trouble.
"Boss, what should we do?"
Now they were in a dilemma. They couldn't keep lying on the cold ground. The officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade looked at Han Feihu, waiting for him to make a decision.
Damn it, if I know what to do, why are I still lying here? Han Feihu glared at the confidant who asked the question and ordered: "I have set up the gun, they don't dare to come over!"
Why did this sound like a defense, but Han Feihu's confidants didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly shouted: "The guns are set up, ready to fight, where are the machine guns, where are the machine guns?"
"I'm coming."
The machine gunner's hat had fallen off somewhere in the chaos, and he crawled over from behind the ridge holding the machine gun in disgrace.
"Set up the machine gun for me!"
"Yes," the machine gunner responded before setting up the machine gun.
"Please speak to your Captain Han Feihu!" As soon as the machine gun was set up, someone from Zhangjiaji shouted.
"Captain, I'm calling you over there." A confidant reminded him, looking at Han Feihu who didn't dare to take the lead.
Han Feihu looked at the brothers around him and looked at him. He was the captain. Although he was scared, he had to bite the bullet and come out to answer. Who made him the commander?
He took a deep breath and waited for a long time before he poked half of his head out from behind the pit. When he saw that Yang Ling and the others had no intention of shooting, he cleared his throat and prepared to reply.
"I am Lieutenant Colonel Han Feihu, Captain of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade..."
Although Han Feihu tried to stay calm, his trembling tone still couldn't conceal his inner fear of Yang Ling and the others.
"Captain Han, I remember your jurisdiction is in Xinzhuang, right?" Yang Ling asked coldly.
"Yes Yes."
Faced with Yang Ling's preemptive question, Han Feihu's newly built momentum inadvertently weakened, leaving him with only obedient answers.
He was regretting it now. If he had known that the guerrillas had become so strong, with only four or five machine guns on the surface, he would have dared to come and touch the tiger's butt.
Although they have the title of Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, they are behind enemy lines after all. Facing the blockade of the Japs, China's regular troops are short of weapons and ammunition, so how can they be taken care of.
So until now, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade only has one Czech-style light machine gun purchased from the black market at a high price.
The bullets are even more pitiful, less than a hundred rounds. They are usually kept like treasures and are not dared to be used. They can only be used to scare people at critical moments.
However, facing the third guerrilla brigade with numerous machine guns, they could not be intimidated. Their Czech-style light machine gun, which was short of bullets, could only comfort themselves.