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"Stop chasing! Move immediately!" Seeing Liu Yidao leading someone to chase, Yang Ling immediately stopped his reckless behavior.

Seeing the devil cavalry running farther and farther, Liu Yidao gritted his teeth angrily, turned his head and stabbed the wounded devil soldiers howling on the ground, completely killing them.

"Battalion Commander! There are devils on the left who want to take our retreat!" Before the battlefield had time to clean up, Jiao Ming, who was in charge of monitoring the battlefield, had already galloped back.

"There are devils on the right too!" There were also cavalrymen on the other side to report.

Yang Ling's expression froze, and he hurriedly ordered to those brothers who were going to clean up the battlefield: "Don't worry about the things on the ground! Run quickly!"

"Hey, grandma, wait for me—" Qin Shou hastily pulled a watch from the devil's wrist, and staggered after him.

Yang Ling and the others slipped quickly with oil on the soles of their feet. Before the devil squadrons outflanking them had time to encircle them, they had already rushed out along the gap without any risk.

"Baga!" A cavalry squadron with more than a hundred people was left with more than ten remnants and defeated soldiers in an instant. Shao Zuo Toshitaro was so angry that he slapped the devil cavalry squadron leader who underestimated the enemy and rushed forward.

Main text Chapter 165 Chasing game

The night was thick, and a team with torches was rushing towards the northwest in the dark night. The heavy footsteps were mixed with the rapid panting, and the haze of the devil's chasing soldiers shrouded everyone's heart. ???

Their tired bodies were tottering in the cold wind, and it seemed that they might fall down at any time, but they didn't dare to stop, because the devil's pursuers were close at hand, and stopping would mean death.

Yang Ling walked at the forefront of the line with the captured [-] rifle on his shoulder. He stopped when he heard someone falling down behind him and groaning.

Looking back, Su Er, a young man who joined the team in Suzhou, was panting in the mud and struggling to get up, but maybe he was too tired, so he fell back into the mud after struggling halfway.

Yang Ling turned around and stretched out his hand to Su Er, pulling him up from the muddy water, "Can I still go?"

This young man who lost his parents and family not long ago was exceptionally strong, biting his lip and replied: "Sir, I can still go!"

Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder: "Good job!"

Perhaps because of Yang Ling's encouragement, Su Er felt that his exhausted body had regained strength, prompting him to move on.

Yang Ling and the others defeated the devil's cavalry during the day, and half of a cavalry squadron was destroyed. The defeat of the cavalry squadron made the devil's commander Tosho Taro furious, and vowed to destroy Yang Ling and his rout at all costs.

So they have been biting Yang Ling's buttocks, chasing after them so hard that Yang Ling and the others had to flee in embarrassment. The two sides have been chasing and fleeing on this bleak and cold plain for a whole day, and they didn't even have time to eat and drink. No, it seems that the ghost soldiers will not give up until they catch up with them.

In this southern Jiangsu plain, people who wanted to hide in the vast expanse couldn't hide, so they could only run away. This made Yang Ling feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he felt an unprecedented disgust for the plain terrain.

A sound of horseshoes came from the rear of the team, and the exhausted team hurriedly hid in the wild grass on both sides of the road. Some people fell down, and some people hurriedly pulled the bolts, causing a small-scale commotion in the team.

It wasn't the devil who came up on horseback, but Jiao Ming, who Yang Ling stayed behind to watch the devil.

"What's the matter?" Yang Ling tugged at the rifle slung over his shoulder, and strode forward.

"Battalion Commander, the devil soldiers have started camping." Jiao Ming said excitedly.

Before Jiao Ming could finish his words, the exhausted soldiers cheered. They were exhausted after being chased by devils for a whole day.

"Grandma, I thought the devil was made of iron, so I would be tired too. I'm exhausted." Qin Shou collapsed on the cold withered grass like a dead pig, looking up at the dark night sky as if relieved, never I don't want to get up.

The devils set up camp, which meant that they could also stop and take a rest. For the first time, they were exhausted and felt how happy it was to be able to take a rest.

"Hold on, big guy. Let's go a little further before resting." Although Yang Ling knew that everyone was at the end of their battle, but this place was too close to the devils. Can't run.

Although everyone was exhausted, but Yang Ling gave the order, they still supported each other and continued walking for a while before camping in a leeward depression.

Everyone was lying on the ground like mud, gasping for breath. Seeing the exhausted people, Yang Ling sighed in his heart. This is the first day. If this continues, they will be caught up by the devils sooner or later, so they have to find a way just do.

After arranging the sentry post, Yang Ling went to the regimental deputy Liu Ming to report his thoughts on delaying the pursuit. The regiment deputy Liu Ming's wound had festered, and his condition deteriorated further. Although his whole body became weak, he remained optimistic. , gave support to Yang Ling's idea.

In fact, Liu Ming, the deputy of the regiment, has completely delegated power to Yang Ling. First, he is injured and it is inconvenient to command. Second, Yang Ling has established absolute prestige among the defeated soldiers through several victories. With Yang Ling's calm character, Liu Ming believes that Yang Ling will definitely be able to bring them back alive.

Yang Ling doesn't like being in a passive situation, just like they are being chased by devils and fleeing in embarrassment. This feeling makes him extremely uncomfortable, because in a passive situation, it is easy to lose control over the development of things, and it is impossible to predict the future. Whatever happens, it is more likely to be in danger.

Yang Ling wanted to change the current state, from being passive to being active, so he didn't fall asleep after eating to supplement his strength and rested. Instead, he selected some bold and careful people from among the defeated soldiers, and prepared to execute it once. secret mission.

Liu Yidao had never felt so tired before. It felt like he was going to die. His legs were as heavy as lead. He felt that he could sleep for three days and three nights now that he lay down.

But now he had to stand, because Yang Ling was going to lead them on a secret mission, which related to the lives of all of them.

When everyone was already sound asleep, Yang Ling took the eight selected brothers and left the campsite with all their weapons and plunged into the darkness.

Yang Ling and the others were very tired, and the devil soldiers led by Shao Zuo Shotaro were also exhausted. Although they were well-trained soldiers, they had traveled a long distance for a whole day, and now they were at the end of their strength and had to rest.

Although Shao Zuo Shotaro knew that he only needed to hold on for another half an hour, the Chinese routs he was chasing had a chance of not being able to hold on, and would catch up with them and be wiped out. Still at large, this made Taro Toshō very discouraged, and for the first time admired those defeated Chinese soldiers.

However, Tosho Taro didn't think that the group of China's rout soldiers could escape from his palm. As long as his soldiers rested for a night and replenished their strength, they would definitely be able to catch up with them tomorrow and wipe them out. He had such confidence.

However, it was obvious that Yang Ling would not let Dong Zhuang Taro sleep so peacefully. Not long after Dong Zhuang Taro fell asleep, Yang Ling and the other nine people had already followed the original path and lurked next to the devil's camp.

Shao Zuo Toshitaro led an infantry brigade of more than a thousand people. Although it was only a temporary camp, the vigilance was not relaxed in the slightest. In addition to the machine gun bunkers piled up with sandbags and the camp, more than ten meters outside the camp were lit. Many fires, if approached hastily, will definitely be discovered in advance.

Liu Yidao saw that the heavily guarded devil's camp was in trouble, so he said to Yang Ling with a bitter face: "Battlemaster, this little devil's camp has turned into a bastard, so it's not easy to attack."

Yang Ling stared at the heavily guarded devil's camp, with a murderous look on his face: "Don't say it's a bastard, even if it's an iron shell, you have to poke a hole in him!"

"Come here, all of you," Yang Ling lowered his voice and called the brothers around him to him, and began to assign tasks.

Main text Chapter 166

In November, the southern Jiangsu area was very cold, the temperature continued to drop at night, and the knife-like cold wind whistled into the collar. Even the devil sentinel was still shivering in the thick military uniform.

A devil sentry rubbed his hands and reached into the pocket of his military uniform, tremblingly took out a box of crumpled cigarettes, took out one and put it in his mouth, then took out a match to block the cold wind with his hand, click After rubbing it and lighting it, he brought it to his mouth and lit a cigarette.

Guizibing flicked his right hand, extinguished the unburned match, and then comfortably breathed out a beautiful smoke ring. He looked back at the field tent where the snoring kept coming and going, cursing in his heart how time passed so slowly. It's not time for post yet.

"Master Daxiong, would you like to have one too?" The devil sentinel smoked a cigarette, and in boredom, cast his gaze somewhere in the darkness and said in a low voice.

Soon, following the rustling sound, another ghost soldier with a rifle stood up in a pile of grass dozens of steps away. He looked around vigilantly, and then walked quickly Walking up to the talking devil sentry, he took the cigarette and lit it himself, taking a deep puff.

However, the ghost whistled very vigilantly, and did not stay too long. Instead, he threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out vigorously after smoking, and returned to lying on his stomach among the pile of wild grass, hiding in the darkness.

What the two devil soldiers didn't know was that their every move was clearly seen by Yang Ling who was hiding in the darkness hundreds of steps away.

During the day, the devil soldiers chased Yang Ling and the others like bereaved dogs. Yang Ling knew that if the devil regained his strength, given the difference in physical fitness between the two sides, it would be difficult for them to escape the devil's pursuit tomorrow. In the unstoppable plain area, there is only one consequence of being overtaken by devils, and that is destruction.

These gathered routs are the only force Yang Ling can command at present. He wants to bring them back alive. Although he knows that some things are inevitable, he still wants to go back and fight to change something. These rout brothers are him The cost of change, because sometimes the power of a group of people is much greater than that of one person.

There is only one way Yang Ling can think of to slow down the pursuit speed of the devil soldiers, and that is the technique of exhausting soldiers. As long as the devils become as tired as they are, then the speed of the devil soldiers' pursuit will not be able to increase, and they will be able to He escaped successfully before the devils caught up.

Yang Ling didn't dare to stay with these rout brothers, regardless of whether they could slip through the mighty attacking army of the devil soldiers, even if they managed to slip behind the devil soldiers, such a large group of them It is absolutely difficult to hide, because the occupied areas are more dangerous, spies and traitors are rampant, not to mention fighting devils, it is a problem to gain a firm foothold, so they only have one way, that is Guijian, at least they don’t have to worry about the supply of food and ammunition, but can wholeheartedly beat devils.

Yang Ling rubbed his hands to activate his meridians. He took a deep breath, pulled out the [-] rifle from under his body and put it in front of him. Slowly leveling his hands, he gently pulled the bolt. , Aiming at the devil's whistle who was pacing back and forth with a rifle on his back.

The ghost sentry was pacing constantly because it was too cold, and his head was shaking in Yang Ling's sight, making it difficult to aim.

Yang Ling didn't move, lying on the ground like a static sculpture, even his breathing became calmer than ever. In those cold eyes, the whole world fell silent, only the devil sentinel.