"What are you doing while standing there? Get packed up and move it." Yang Ling crawled out of the ditch and shouted at the remaining soldiers who were shouting excitedly.

Now there are Japanese everywhere. When gunfire sounds here, the Japanese around them will definitely flock like wild dogs smelling fishy smell. Yang Ling doesn't want to be bitten by Japanese, and he can't even get rid of them at that time.

The remaining soldiers were excitedly packing up the spoils of the Japanese, and they didn't let go of anything they liked. The main reason was that China was too poor, and the soldiers had nothing but a military uniform, a gun and a few bullets.

The Japanese were equipped with logistics and had everything they could eat, drink and use. The remaining soldiers were naturally not polite. Soon the Japanese were stripped of others, and the things on their bodies became the spoils of the remaining soldiers.

"Retreat!" A few minutes later, Yang Ling waved his hand and the group entered the forest and disappeared.

Although this was a small ambush, you can see the huge gap in strength between the two sides. With an absolute advantage, the remaining soldiers were still injured by the bomb. One of them was pierced through the arm and was so painful.

But the small victory also inspired the morale of the remaining soldiers, especially the five remaining soldiers who joined later. They were chased by the Japanese and now they have eliminated the Japanese and are so happy that they feel so happy.

"Brother, your marksmanship is good." The tall and thin man held his worn-out Hanyang rifle and quickly caught up with Yang Ling who was walking in front, and gave Yang Ling a thumbs up.

Yang Ling also slowed down: "Your marksmanship is also good, I know you, my name is Yang Ling, from the Sixty-first Division."

Among the Chinese army during this period, Yang Ling did not expect that there would be such a tall and thin man with good shooting skills, so he immediately started to make friends.

The tall and thin man showed a simple smile and introduced himself, "My name is Luo Ziqiang, from the 128th Division. Speaking of marksmanship, he is far inferior to yours."

Hearing Luo Ziqiang say this, Yang Ling felt a little embarrassed. His marksmanship was fed by thousands of bullets when he was the leader of the Falcon Squadron. Instead, he admired Luo Ziqiang a little. The 128th Division is not the direct subordinate of Chiang Kai-shek. There should be not much bullet supply, and it is really not easy to have such marksmanship.

"By the way, why are you bitten by the Japanese?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

Luo Ziqiang sighed heavily, "We were hiding in the reed marsh, but who knew that many Japanese search teams suddenly appeared in this area. We were not discovered anymore and could only run away. Fortunately, we met you, otherwise we would be finished sooner or later."

Luo Ziqiang said this correctly, because the food and nutrition of Chinese soldiers has never been kept up. Most of them are pale and thin, compared with those short but strong Japanese men, their physical strength is still a little worse.

"You mean that a Japanese search team suddenly appeared in this area?" Yang Ling frowned.

Luo Ziqiang replied: "Isn't that true? We originally wanted to wait until the Japanese passed and we would find a way to break out from other directions. Who knew that the Japanese suddenly searched this area with great fanfare, and it was really strange to see that we were biting like mad dogs."

When Yang Ling heard Luo Ziqiang's words, he was muttering in his heart, "It's because he was waiting for him to attack and wipe out a Japanese team and stab a hornet's nest at night."

Thinking of the map he took out from the Japanese squad leader, he felt that the probability was very high. An average Japanese squad leader had a fart map on his body. Thinking of this, Yang Ling showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Brother Yang, what are your plans next?" Luo Ziqiang asked Yang Ling who was thinking while walking.

"What are your plans?" Yang Ling did not answer directly, but asked back.

Luo Ziqiang was stunned and said dejectedly: "I used to think of hiding and waiting for the Japanese to pass by before finding a Japanese to break through, but now I can only take one step at a time."

Yang Ling leaned closer to Luo Ziqiang and said, "How about you join us? There are many people and strong forces. Just like when you encounter a small army of Japanese soldiers, you can still eat them."

Luo Ziqiang's eyes lit up when he heard Yang Ling's words. It turned out that he was thinking about how to escape and break through, but he never thought about taking the initiative to destroy the Japanese. After all, the previous defeat left a shadow on their hearts, that is, the Japanese are powerful and they can't beat them.

It is precisely based on this idea that Luo Ziqiang and the others only know how to escape when facing the Japanese without thinking of counterattacking.

In fact, Yang Ling's idea was the same before. He felt that the Japanese were very strong and it was difficult to compete with the Japanese with their strength. He wanted to lead these remaining soldiers to break out and use them as a template to form a Falcon squadron of the Republic of China to give the Japanese a severe blow.

However, after two consecutive battles, he found that although the Japanese were powerful, it would not be a problem to eliminate small groups of Japanese as long as the tactics were properly arranged. Of course, they could only eliminate small groups of Japanese. When they encountered large groups of Japanese, they still had to escape.

Luo Ziqiang said worriedly: "It's no problem to get along with each other, but now the Japanese are chasing each other tightly. Once we have too many people, we have a big goal. Wouldn't we betray the problem?"

Yang Ling patted Luo Ziqiang on the shoulder and smiled: "If we run away, there are many people, of course the target is not conducive to escape, but if we take the initiative to attack, wouldn't the more people the better?"

"Attack?" Luo Ziqiang looked at the 15 remaining soldiers around him and waved his hand quickly: "We only have these few people to attack the Japanese now, so wouldn't we just fall into the trap and die?"

Although Luo Ziqiang also wanted to avenge his dead brothers, the hatred did not make him blind. He knew that with his current strength, he could barely fight against the Japanese squad. If he encountered the Japanese squad or squadron, there was no other way to go besides being wiped out.

"Who said that we only have these few people to attack the Japanese? I'm not stupid. There must be many soldiers in this area who have no time to withdraw. As long as we gather them together, there are more people and more guns. At that time, we will stay in the rear to fight the Japanese or break out to join the main force, the Japanese will not be able to stop us."

Hearing Yang Ling's analysis, Luo Ziqiang immediately felt that it made sense and immediately raised his hands to agree.

However, Luo Ziqiang soon became worried again. The surrounding area was full of crisscrossing farmland water nets and reed marshes. It was really not easy to gather those hiding stragglers.

But Yang Ling quickly solved the problem: "We will go wherever there is gunshot, and we will definitely find some people."

Now Yang Ling has changed his attention. Even if he wants to break through, he has to teach the Japanese a lesson before leaving, and bring out more broken soldiers. Anyway, this battle will take at least two months. If a few more people are rescued, he will have more resistance.
Chapter completed!