Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh strong enemy!
Yang Ling quickly arrived on the street with a dark face. On the street near the south, with the help of the faint light, brothers covered in gunpowder and blood were busy.
They dragged the corpses one by one out of the smelly ditch next to the street and placed them neatly on the street. They looked sad.
The Japanese's car directly hit several brothers to pieces, and heavy machine guns killed some more, so that the sharp knife company lost more than twenty brothers on this street.
Seeing Yang Ling striding towards him, the brothers with lonely expressions all turned their gazes over, their eyes full of sadness.
At a glance, Yang Ling saw the familiar figure of Wang Huzi placed on the ground. When he saw Wang Huzi lying motionless on the ground, Yang Ling's throat felt like it was blocked by stones, making it difficult to breathe.
"Plop!"
With his face covered with dust and tears, he bent his knees and knelt in front of Yang Ling.
"Tuanzuo, I failed to protect the battalion commander, please shoot me..." Daozi's face was full of death and despair, and his heart was filled with guilt.
Battalion Commander Wang Huzi was killed in battle. As the company commander of the Jian Dao Company, Dao Zi could not escape the blame because he failed to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the commander.
Seeing that the brothers who had fought with him for almost two years were gone, no one could be ruthless, and tears welled up in Yang Ling's eyes.
"Get up!" Yang Ling turned away and forcibly held back the tears in his eyes, letting Dao Zi, who was kneeling and crying, stand up.
"The battalion commander is dead, and I don't want to live anymore——"
Daozi was heartbroken. He was lifted up by Wang Huzi with one hand. Now Wang Huzi died in front of him, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.
"Get up! Even if my brother Yang Ling dies, he will die on the battlefield! Serve vigorously for the motherland, instead of dying cowardly at the gunpoint of his own brother!"
Yang Ling pulled the knife up from the ground, stared at the knife and gritted his teeth and said, "If you really want to die, pick up a gun, kill the Japanese, and avenge your battalion commander!"
After Yang Ling finished speaking, he walked straight to Wang Huzi and squatted down. He saw that Wang Huzi's dark and rough face was covered with blood. His eyes were still open, but the heavy machine gun bullets had left huge marks on his body.
Wound.
"Why do you always rush to the front?" Yang Ling looked at the hideous wounds on Wang Huzi's body, and his nose felt sore.
Although Yang Ling has reminded these grassroots commanders many times to pay attention to their own safety.
But every time the battle turned red, they always took the lead in charging against the Japanese. Although they could boost morale, the casualty rate was extremely high.
The weapons and equipment of the Chinese *** team are not as good as those of ordinary people, and their training level is not as good as that of ordinary people. In order to win the battle, most of the time, officers at all levels need to take the lead in charging against the Japanese.
Not only the grassroots regimental and battalion-level officers, but also those with high military commanders, division commanders, and even group army commanders personally charged at the Japanese on the battlefield. For example, General Zhang Zizhong, who later died for his country on the battlefield, was shot and died during the charge.
The Japanese aggressors were ferocious, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. All the Chinese soldiers risked their lives to fight for the war. On the battlefield, there is no distinction between officers and soldiers. They are all heroic Chinese soldiers.
Yang Ling reached out his hand in grief, closed Wang Huzi's wide eyes, and said with a face full of grief and anger: "Brother, you can go in peace, I will avenge you!"
"Bury Battalion Commander Wang and the fallen brothers together so that they can have companions on their journey to the underworld." After a long silence, Yang Ling stood up and ordered.
After receiving the news, the blacksmith Wang Dongming and others also hurried over. Seeing that their good brother Wang Huzi was killed in battle, the blacksmith's eyes flashed and his knuckles cracked when he was a man of steel. Wang Dongming was even more satisfied.
Face of anger.
It was already dawn, and some brothers were ordered to collect the bodies of the fallen brothers and take them outside the city for burial.
Yang Ling also calmed down his angry mood and asked Captain Daozi of the Sharp Knife Company about the situation at that time.
Choking with sobs, Daozi reported to Yang Ling word for word what happened at that time. In the end, he did not forget to add: "Young leader, you must avenge the battalion commander."
"We will definitely avenge this!" Yang Ling's answer was equally decisive.
The Japanese who made a mad breakout in a car were killed by the brothers of the special forces. One of them fell out of the car. The angry brothers rushed up and poked him into pieces, making his face blurry.
But Yang Ling still noticed many differences in the Japs' dress. In addition to the bullet boxes, water bottles and other things that ordinary Japs carry, this Japs' helmet is different from that of ordinary Japs. He also wears a ferocious skull badge on his arm.
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Seeing this blood-stained skull badge, Yang Ling's pupils shrank, and his brain turned rapidly, searching for the memory of this skull badge.
Seeing Yang Ling squatting there and staring at the skull badge in silence, Lei Xiong, Blacksmith and others gathered in a circle and looked at each other, not daring to disturb Yang Ling.
Yang Ling thought for a few minutes before remembering some scattered information about the skull badge.
If he guessed correctly, the one wearing the skull badge should be a special force of the Japanese. But weren't they destroyed? Yang Ling frowned.
The establishment of the Skeleton Special Forces is affiliated to the 32nd Regiment of the Japanese Army Infantry. It was established by Kitashirakawa Palace, a royal member of the Japanese Army who graduated from the Army University. It was initially active in Northeast China. They are all veterans with rich combat experience. The scale is approximately
A squadron, known for its fierce and cunning tactics.
Later, Major General Kawahara, the commander of the Japanese Brigade, took charge of the command and appeared on the Jehol battlefield to cooperate with the Japanese ordinary troops in fighting the Chinese defenders on the Great Wall.
Since the Skeleton Special Forces are all elite veterans, they often penetrate deep into the rear of the Chinese ** Corps to detect intelligence and send the coordinates of the Chinese ** Corps' headquarters back to the Japanese artillery troops, causing great losses to the Chinese ** Corps.
But later, the Skeleton Special Forces were surrounded by angry Chinese squadrons during the battle at the Great Wall. The two sides fought fiercely for two hours, and the Skeleton Special Forces and their commander Hideo Ikegami were all annihilated.
Although the Skeleton Special Forces were annihilated by the Chinese Army, the establishment of the Skeleton Special Forces was an attempt by the Japanese to carry out special small-scale operations, and the Skeleton Special Forces were their early experiments.
Although the Skeleton Team lost all in the battle on the front line of the Great Wall, the Japanese reaped the benefits and quickly summed up their experience.
Although the little Japs are sinister and hateful, they are very good at learning and summarizing experience. The Skeleton Team caused heavy casualties to the Chinese Army with a small number of troops, allowing them to see another combat path.
Especially now that the front is stretched and the main force of China is in a confrontation stage, the Japanese have once again put the plan of forming a small-scale elite force on the table.
This time the Japanese not only reorganized a new Skeleton Special Forces Team, but also formed two additional special teams, namely the Continental Advance Team and the Masuko Advance Team, whose scope of activities were Central China and North China respectively.
The combat area of the Skeleton Special Forces is a vast occupied area, and they are responsible for carrying out attacks against the headquarters of the Chinese Army behind enemy lines.
Because the Japanese had great expectations for the special forces, their identities were kept strictly confidential, and their whereabouts were also erratic.
If Yang Ling and the others hadn't accidentally killed a member of the Skeleton Team, they wouldn't have known that a powerful elite Japanese army had arrived in Jiangsu.