In the reed marsh with the breeze floating, Yang Ling hugged his waist and held a 38-large rifle in his hand and sneaked forward carefully along the air path that was strayed out. The remaining soldiers followed closely with a tense expression, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing the reeds came from his ears.

The reeds were already withered and yellow, and looking around, it was a bleak scene. It was undoubtedly a search for needles in a haystack to find the Japanese soldiers who infiltrated the infiltration of this huge reed marsh. However, as the former soldier king, Yang Ling's trick of hiding traces was like a child playing house, and no clue could escape his eyes.

The remaining soldiers lined up behind Yang Ling, and their shoes squeaked on the dry reed poles, and the reed stalks broke.

Yang Ling followed the traces and followed them for about half an hour. He stopped and listened with his ears. There seemed to be unusual movements coming from the whistling wind. He guessed that it should be not far from the Japanese infiltration team.

"The Japanese should be staying in front of us, we can't continue moving forward." Yang Ling turned around and lowered his voice and spoke to the remaining soldiers.

He thought it carefully. It was a fool to quietly approach the Japanese with the combat qualities of the remaining soldiers. He would definitely alarm the enemy. If the Japanese were alarmed, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

"The Japanese are right in front. How can we fight if we don't move forward?" Lao Yanqiu looked confused.

Yang Ling pointed to the reed marsh on both sides: "You are ambushing here, I'll lead the Japanese here."

When the remaining soldiers heard Yang Ling's orders, they put their breath away, and all their eyes turned to him, waiting for his next order.

Although they hated and angry with the Japanese, they were still a little afraid of the Japanese from the bottom of their hearts. After all, the Japanese's individual soldiers were placed there, and they suffered a lot of losses and died many people. They were still a little nervous about the infiltration team that pursued and suppressed the Japanese.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Luo, you two will take people to the right side to lie down. Then I will lead the Japanese here and you will seize the opportunity to shoot again, and try to knock down a few more at once."

Lao Yanqiu and Luo Ziqiang nodded: "Then be careful." Then he greeted the remaining soldiers holding the rifle in their hands and walked about two hundred meters towards the reed marsh on the right, lying down and pointing the gun at this side.

"Then what, Brother Yang, where are we?" Luo Dayong couldn't help asking.

Yang Ling pointed to the reed marsh on the left: "You go to the left to ambush. After their guns fired, the Japanese lay down and threw grenades into the Japanese. Do you understand?"

"Hehe, then you can blow those miscellaneous parts to death!" Luo Dayong greeted and sneaked into the reed marsh on the left with his grenade team.

After seeing both sides ambushing, Yang Ling took a deep breath, untied the bayonet from the strip, inserted it around her waist, and then carefully sneaked forward.

The reason why Yang Ling dared to touch the Japanese alone was that he predicted that the Japanese infiltration troops would not dare to shoot. The reed marsh was surrounded by troops of the National Revolutionary Army. If the Japanese were not mentally retarded, they would not shoot. This was his biggest reliance on attracting Japanese.

Although he guessed so, he still used it to get out just in case a grenade was inserted into his waist just in case.

Yang Ling carefully sneaked forward for about 500 meters. The sound of talking was clearly heard in front of him. Through the low voices of conversation, Yang Ling finally confirmed the identity of the Japanese.

A vigilant Japanese sentry was standing fifty meters away and looking around, but the reed marsh was densely packed with reed stalks, and the visibility was very low. In addition, Yang Ling's ability to sneak, he quietly sneaked to such a close distance from the Japanese.

Yang Ling deliberately picked up a stone and threw it in front. The Japanese sentry was very alert and immediately found Yang Ling standing not far away. He was stunned for a moment, then greeted the back, immediately thrusting the bayonet like Yang Ling pounced.

Seeing that the Japanese sentry did not shoot, he felt relieved. It seemed that the Japanese were not all mentally retarded, and knew that they were in the territory of the Chinese army and could not reveal their identities.

Yang Ling stared at the Japanese rushing towards him with a bayonet, as if he was scared to dodge or dodge, but a sneer that was not easy to detect in his eyes flashed.

My leg injury has not healed yet, so I will get some interest here today.

The warning from the Japanese sentry made the rest of the Japanese stand up and rushed towards this side with guns, wanting to see what was going on.

Oh! The Japanese looked at Yang Ling, who seemed to be frightened, and stabbed Yang Ling hard with a bayonet, trying to destroy the Chinese soldier who discovered their whereabouts.

As the bayonet was about to pierce into Yang Ling's chest, the Japanese suddenly found that they had lost their target. The frightened Chinese soldier lost his trace like a ghost in his vision.

The Japanese sentry was startled and felt something was wrong. The bayonet that pierced forward wanted to retract its defense, but it was too late. He felt a chill in his lower abdomen and a sensation of pain came.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a bloody bayonet pulling out from his lower abdomen, while the Chinese soldier who was a little stupid just now smiled at him with a cunning face.

The Japanese sentry felt that the power in his body was rapidly losing. He raised his butt to smash it at the Chinese soldier's head, but Yang Ling had already punched him in the lower body. The Japanese's body rolled and curled up on the ground like a arched prawn, making a muffled sound in his mouth, and the violent pain had already twisted his face.

Damn, after being beaten here, he endured the severe pain and refused to shout out, afraid of disturbing the surrounding Chinese army. Yang Ling also admired the Japanese soldiers, but the enemy is the enemy and there is no need for mercy.

He raised his feet and kicked the Japanese in the face, then quickly unloaded the two grenades on the Japanese and trotted back towards the way they came.

The other Japanese soldiers rushed over when they heard the movement. They happened to see Yang Ling kicking the Japanese sentry in the face, and they were furious.

"Don't shoot! Catch him!" The Japanese lieutenant Matsui shouted anxiously when he saw Yang Ling who turned around and ran towards the reed marsh.

If the escaped Yangling attracted the nearby Chinese army, the second lieutenant Matsui could have expected that he would definitely attract the nearby Chinese army, and his infiltration team would be in danger of being destroyed.

Yang Ling quickly ran towards the place where Lao Yanqiu and the others were ambushing in the reed marsh, and the Japanese also chased them silently. The two sides started a chase in the reed marsh.

However, both sides had a tacit understanding and did not shoot or shout. The second lieutenant Matsui was worried that he would attract the nearby Chinese army, while Yang Ling was worried that he would scare the Japanese away, so he gave them some hope and lured them into the ambush circle he had arranged.
Chapter completed!