Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"The first battalion, ambushed behind the hillside on the left, the second battalion, behind the hillside on the right, and the third battalion, occupied the commanding heights of the hillsides on both sides, called out ten machine guns, plus two mountain cannons, and went to the other side of the valley to guard. The gunshots fired and it was over, the remaining ten machine guns and two mountain cannons blocked here, when the little devil enters the valley, we will make dumplings for him!"

Li Yunlong quickly issued a new deployment order, and the soldiers quickly entered their respective combat positions.

This guard is more than two hours.

At noon, the soldiers in charge of observation at the front sent back news that the little devil's troops had appeared, and the information was correct, it was indeed two squadrons.

Although this was not the first time an ambush was launched, the atmosphere at the scene became tense as the battle was approaching. The soldiers held their breaths and concentrated on holding their guns tightly.

"Commander Kong, Chief of Staff Xing, lend me your bayonet."

Qiao Lin knew that he was going to play soon, so he hurriedly asked someone to borrow the bayonet.

Kong Jie and Xing Zhiguo were taken aback for a moment, then patted their belts and shook their heads together.

Like Li Yunlong, they are all regiment-level leaders, and they don't carry bayonets at all, and even Qiang is issued with shell guns.

Only then did Qiao Lin realize that he had found the wrong partner, but the enemy was about to enter the arena, and he didn't dare to act rashly to find others. He could only decide to go to the arena to grab one after the shelling was over.

The two squadrons of little devils should have been drawn temporarily, and they were not familiar with each other. The two squadron leaders who were the only ones qualified to ride horses only walked at the front of their respective teams, and did not get together to chat.

This time, there were no mountain cannons in the devil's team. They should be mortars, and there are a lot of machine guns. They should be light infantry squadrons.

Qiao Lin watched from a distance and made the above judgment.

The dirt road in Yang Village continued for several kilometers, and the speed of the little devils was not fast, probably because of the long journey, they looked a little tired.

"Pay attention to concealment."

Li Yunlong shouted in a low voice to the soldiers ambushing behind the hillside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the sound of breathing could even be heard. The little devil's troops did not notice the danger, and walked into the valley calmly.

The guns in the hands of the soldiers have already been loaded, and they are waiting for all the little devils to enter before firing.

Three rows, two rows, one row.

Finally, all the little devils entered the valley.

"Comrades, go!"

Zhang Dabiao jumped out of the bunker first, rushed to the intersection with ten machine guns, and fired at the little devil from behind.

Immediately, the two mountain cannons were pushed out from behind the hillside, loaded with shells and fired into the valley.

Just two or three seconds later, gunfire rang out from the other side of the valley. Immediately afterwards, on the hillsides on both sides, soldiers also started shooting from top to bottom.

The sudden attack from four directions directly blinded the little devil's troops.

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Several shells fell into the enemy's camp with flames, and with a few loud noises, pieces of little devil soldiers were blown into the air.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment were also shooting accurately at the enemy. At the beginning of firing, the little devil's soldiers fell down in rows.

This is the time!

Qiao Lin knew that it was time for him to leave, so he turned his head and said to Li Yunlong who was observing the battle: "Commander, I'm going!"

Without waiting for Li Yunlong to respond, he turned his head and rushed down the hillside.

The little devils who were caught off guard by the sudden attack lost about one-third of their troops in one encounter.

The two squadron leaders drew out their command sabers, yelling and urging their subordinates to quickly deploy their defenses.

After the initial panic, the little devil soldiers began to gather in the middle, holding their guns back to back to fight back.

After the shells carried by the four mountain cannons were exhausted, the firepower of the independent regiment suddenly weakened.

The only twenty machine guns can't deal an effective blow to the little devil, and even such a long-distance attack can only consume ammunition.

"Comrades, go!"

Zhang Dabiao pulled out the big knife pinned to his back, jumped out of the cover with a loud cry, and rushed into the valley first.

"Come on!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment also got up one after another and charged towards the enemy's position.

Qiao Lin also rushed to the entrance of the valley at this moment, but he did not act with the large army, but rushed towards the enemy at the fastest speed.

Zhang Dabiao, who rushed to the front, only felt a gust of wind blowing by his ears, followed by a flash in front of his eyes, as if something flew past.

Has a shell hit the past?

Zhang Dabiao thought of it subconsciously, but the current situation has made him unable to think about this problem, and continued to charge towards the enemy's camp brandishing his sword.

Charging, all that matters is momentum.

The soldiers of the independent regiment were brave and fearless, and their shouts shook the sky, which really shocked the little devil.

They kept retreating, and even the hand holding the gun began to shake.

Qiao Lin rushed into the enemy's position first as if he had entered no one's land, raised his hand and punched a devil soldier directly on the throat.

Even though the surrounding gunshots were numb, the sound of the throat bone breaking could still be heard very clearly.

The devil soldier's body froze, and then a stream of black blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell straight forward without even making a scream.

With quick hands and quick eyes, Qiao Lin snatched the gun from the devil soldier's hand.

People can die, but guns must stay.

With the force of retracting his arm, Qiao Lin held the gun handle with his right hand, raised his left hand slightly, and pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a blood hole appeared on the forehead of a devil soldier.

Without paying attention to whether he was falling forward or backward, Jolin quickly pulled the bolt and fired again.

After killing three devil soldiers in a row, the snatched gun also ran out of bullets.

At this time, Qiao Lin had already rushed into the enemy's camp. He took off the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun and threw the gun out casually.

The little devil's soldiers also noticed the uninvited guest, and surrounded him with guns with bayonets attached.

But Qiao Lin didn't get too entangled with them. He still had systematic tasks to complete.

I saw the bayonet he was holding backwards swung forward and accurately inserted it into the throat of a Japanese soldier a few meters away from him.

At the same time, he kicked his feet vigorously, and he jumped more than two meters in the air, avoiding the bayonets that were piercing him.

When he was falling, he swept his legs in the air again, kicked down a few devil soldiers, landed smoothly, and then accelerated forward.

When he rushed to the devil soldier who was stabbed in the throat by the bayonet, he pulled out the bayonet and stabbed another devil soldier in the abdomen.

At this time, Zhang Dabiao had just rushed into the formation. After he swung his knife and chopped down a devil soldier, he saw Qiao Lin struggling to kill the enemy at a glance, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He remembered that he was obviously the first to charge. Why did Qiao Lin seem to have been here for a long time?

After concentrated fire from shells and machine guns, the little devil's troops were severely damaged, and only half of the two squadrons remained.

The independent regiment fighters at both ends of the valley have already launched a charge, and the decisive battle is within this valley.

After stabbing six or seven devil soldiers in a row, Qiao Lin finally managed to fight his way out. He stared at the leader of the devil squadron who was hiding under the horse's belly and shot out from time to time.

It's him!

Qiao Lin set him as the first target and rushed over at a faster speed.

At this time, most of the devil soldiers are trying to build a defensive front, so as to stop the Eighth Route Army soldiers pouring in like a tide.

Due to the narrow space, the heavy weapons such as mortars carried by the little devil could not be used at all, so he could only bite the bullet and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

The bayonets collided together, sparks burst out, and the sound of metal and iron clanging was endless.

From time to time, people fell down, but those who were standing didn't bother to check whether they were injured, and immediately threw themselves into the next fight.

In such an environment, Qiao Lin came to the vicinity of the devil officer without any effort.

The devil officer also spotted him at the same time, and raised his hand to shoot.

Qiao Lin flew up and kicked the gun out of his hand. Before he could react, he jumped up and stabbed him in the heart.

The astonishing force made the bayonet directly penetrate the body of the devil officer, nailing him firmly to the ground.

And the horse he used to hide was also directly knocked out by Qiao Lin, knocking down several devil soldiers one after another.

Qiao Lin reached out and touched the Devil officer's waist, and a command knife more than one meter long fell into his hand.

Half of the mission had been completed, and the battlefield had fallen into a stalemate at this time. The soldiers of the independent regiment who rushed up were entangled with the soldiers of the devils and fought hand-to-hand, and the valley was filled with deafening shouts of killing.

Qiao Lin stood up and looked around for the whereabouts of another devil officer.

Fifteen meters southeast of him, he finally found the devil officer.

He was holding a command saber, fighting with an Eighth Route Army soldier.

Qiao Lin became anxious when he saw it. If this guy was killed by others, he would not be able to complete his mission.

Hold the scabbard with your left hand, hold the handle with your right hand, and pull hard.

Only the sound of "cang lang lang" was heard.

The scabbard made of light steel rubbed against the blade made of fine steel, making a sound with reverberation.

The inch-wide blade glowed coldly in the sun.

With his right hand drooping at 45 degrees, Qiao Lin strode towards the devil officer holding the knife.

There were ghost soldiers along the way who wanted to kill him, but he cut them down with a single knife.

At a distance of 15 meters, six devil soldiers were killed.

At this moment, the Eighth Route Army soldier who was fighting the devil officer was in a critical situation, the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun had been broken, and he had to rely on the body of the gun to barely resist the devil officer's slashing slashes one after another.

The belt of the gun had been cut off, and the wooden butt of the gun had also been chopped into pieces. The devil officer continued to swing his knife at him like crazy.

Seeing that the soldier was about to be unable to resist, Qiao Lin arrived just in time, raised the knife in his hand, and directly chopped off the devil officer's head.

The blood in the neck was like a fountain, spurting out more than half a meter high, splashing the soldier's face and body.

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