The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

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"hidden!"

Seeing the white smoke rising in the distance, the roars of Chinese military officers at all levels rang out one after another, and the brothers who poked their heads out to watch the devil's movement retracted their heads and hid behind the bunker.

"boom!"

"boom!"

There was a deafening explosion, and the ground trembled violently, but the shells did not fall around the Chinese officers and soldiers, but directly hit around the several big trees that tied Captain Noda and the others.

Captain Noda and the captured devils were engulfed by the flames of the explosion under their horrified eyes. After the smoke cleared, several big trees were blown off, and mutilated corpses were scattered around.

"Fuck, the little devil is so fucking ruthless, he won't even spare his own people!"

Seeing Lieutenant Noda and others who were bombed to pieces, the Chinese officers and soldiers hiding behind the bunkers cursed and knew that the devils were serious.

"Tell brothers, go and tell Sun Liangcheng in Wang Village to prepare to retreat!"

Seeing that the little devil had dealt with the captives himself, Yang Ling knew that the devil was going to attack desperately, so his face became serious.

But now Jingzhen Mountain has been captured by their troops, and a squadron of devils on Jingzhen Mountain has been wiped out. They have completed the task of cutting off the devil's back, and there is no need to fight the little devil here.

Seeing that the little devil was ready to fight to the death, Yang Ling wasn't so stupid to fight the little devil with his brothers' lives.

"withdraw!"

While asking the messenger to give orders to the brothers in another village, Yang Ling gave an order, and the officers and soldiers hiding behind the bunkers in various villages grabbed their guns and retreated quickly.

If it's a small-scale attack by the devils, Yang Ling doesn't mind playing with the little devils here, and destroying some of their vitality by the way.

After all, they occupy the village, and they have a great advantage against the devils who attack from the open fields.

But now that the devils are putting on a desperate stance, they can only be bombed if they hide in the village. Yang Ling resolutely gave up the entanglement with the devils and prepared to retreat to Jingzhen Mountain.

Because the devil's shelling could come at any time, the evacuated brothers ran fast and quickly evacuated from the other side of the village.

After the devil bombarded the captured Captain Noda and others, he recalibrated the shooting elements and delayed for a few minutes.

"Boom—boom!"

When Yang Ling and the others left the village, the devil's shells landed in the village behind them. The mortars and infantry artillery were all deployed. Mushroom clouds rose up, and houses collapsed and disappeared in the smoke.

This time the devil was also ruthless. After all, a captain died, so the high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs kept bombarding the two villages.

"Boom, shoot more shells."

Seeing that the village behind them was shrouded in thick gunpowder smoke and dust, and rumbling explosions continued one after another, the officers and soldiers who withdrew from the village wished that the little devil wasted more ammunition.

Yang Ling and the others joined Sun Liangcheng and the others who had evacuated from another village, and planted the landmines they had seized from the devils on the only way the devils must pass.

Then they withdrew to Jingzhen Mountain, ready to join the Chinese troops over there, and they had completed the mission this time.

"Revenge for Noda's troops and kill all the Chongqing troops!"

When the devil's shelling was over, the two villages had been turned into ruins, and the complete buildings could not be seen. The devil's captain gave the order to attack viciously.

Immediately, a mass of devils pressed on these two ruined villages from the west. They were all murderous and wanted to wipe out the remaining Chinese officers and soldiers in the village.

But to the disappointment of the little devils, their heavy punches were in vain in the end. When they rushed into the village with a murderous look, Yang Ling and the others had already retreated.

"Bagaya Road!"

"Chase!"

The captain of the ghost team who had thrown an empty face was full of anger, and immediately ordered Captain Morimoto's squadron to be the forward, and rushed towards Jingzhen Mountain.

But they didn't go far, and the troops in front were blown up by the landmines planted on the road, screaming and wailing.

Lieutenant Morimoto, the leader of the Devil Squadron, gritted his teeth in hatred for the soldiers whose legs had been blown up. To be on the safe side, he had to slow down and let the engineering troops go ahead to clear the mines.

When Yang Ling and the others returned to Jingzhen Mountain, they saw that the entire Jingzhen Mountain had turned into a piece of scorched earth. Although the corpses had been cleaned up, broken weapons and dark black blood stains could be seen everywhere.

After a night of bloody battle, the officers and soldiers of Luo Guoqiang's regiment were all blood-stained and torn, and their young faces were blackened by smoke.

At this moment, the exhausted officers and soldiers were rushing to repair the fortifications and trenches destroyed by the battle on Jingzhen Mountain. Seeing Yang Ling's successful withdrawal, cheers of victory erupted from the mountain.

The two troops joined forces victoriously at Jingzhen Mountain. In just one night of fighting, they wiped out a whole-organized devil infantry squadron.

"Brother Yang, a squadron has been killed by us, and the master has already called us to reward us. This time, I finally let out a bad breath!"

The head of the group, Luo Guoqiang, was extremely excited when he saw Yang Ling and the others coming back, holding Yang Ling's hand tightly.

"Yes, we won a battle, but our loss is not small."

Compared to the excited Luo Guoqiang, Yang Ling was the officers and soldiers who did not forget to sacrifice. He knew that this was a tragic victory. More than 100 officers and soldiers who followed him to stop the devil's reinforcements died in battle. They were all fresh lives. So it was gone overnight.

"The brothers who died in battle were given pensions from the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs. I think their families will be proud of them. They are all heroes who defended their homes and the country."

"I hope our future generations will not forget these heroes."

"I will never forget it!" Luo Guoqiang, the head of the group, said firmly.

"I hope so."

"Hey, this time we wiped out a squadron of devils, but it's a pity that we just ran away with the squadron leader of devils."

Although he won the battle, Luo Guoqiang sighed a long while he was happy, feeling that it was not perfect.

Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said, "The squadron leader who escaped from the devil has been caught by us, but he was bombarded by his own people to make him scum."

After hearing this, Luo Guoqiang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I really answered that sentence, it's really karma."

"Now about a brigade of devils has come towards Jingzhen Mountain. We should be ready to fight." Yang Ling reminded.

"We are condescending on Jingzhen Mountain. As long as I am here, it will not be so easy for the devils to occupy this place." Luo Guoqiang is full of confidence in holding this place.

The group leader Luo Guoqiang said: "Brother Yang, go and rest first, and leave the rest to us, let me teach the little devil a lesson."

Yang Ling didn't refuse either. After all, he was tired after fighting for so long, so he took the officers and soldiers to retreat to the foothills on the west side of Jingzhen Mountain to rest.

After the mission was over, battalion commander Hu Qiang said goodbye and returned to the construction. Instead of following Yang Ling and the others to retreat to rest, he stayed on Jingzhen Mountain.

Text 390 Chapter [-] Cavalry

Yang Ling and the others withdrew to the foothills on the west side of Jingzhen Mountain to rest, and Luo Guoqiang's troops were responsible for the defense of Jingzhen Mountain.

The menacing devils soon approached the Jingzhen Mountain line again, and the revenge shells poured towards the defenders of Jingzhen Mountain without money.