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

Now there are hundreds of wounded soldiers lying in the wounded barracks. These are very brave soldiers in the battle. Once they recover from their injuries, one of them is worth five recruits.

Seeing such an elite force being bribed by Wu Changqing, the blacksmith felt so regretful that he would have gone first.

"Battalion Commander, we also sent people to the hospital to give condolences. I don't believe we can't bring some people to our camp."

Seeing the annoyance on the blacksmith's face, the battalion staff hurriedly offered advice.

"That's right, if you can dig one, it counts as one, and a dead horse is a living horse doctor."

The blacksmith immediately ordered the staff of the battalion headquarters to bring some condolences to the field hospital to comfort the wounded.

"Battalion Commander, there are quite a few people in another place, but I don't know if you dare to ask for it." Seeing the battalion staff go out to prepare, Deputy Battalion Commander Liang Xiaoshan opened his mouth to look mysteriously.

"I said Xiaoshan, when will you learn to play sloppy with me, believe it or not, I will slap you?" Seeing Liang Xiaoshan's appearance, the blacksmith laughed and cursed angrily.

"Hey," Liang Xiaoshan laughed a few times, and said, "Didn't we capture more than 600 bandits? If we can recruit him, it will be a big force."

"bandit?"

After hearing Liang Xiaoshan's words, the blacksmith frowned.

These bandits are no better than the wounded soldiers in the hospital who were originally their own brothers, and no one can guarantee that these bandits will sincerely submit to them to fight devils.

"I went to the intelligence department in charge of interrogation and screening to find out. Most of the bandits who surrendered were farmers who fell into the grass because they couldn't survive. They are not bad-hearted. If they can be given a chance to reform themselves, they will definitely follow them wholeheartedly. Let's fight devils." Liang Xiaoshan added.

"But without Commander Yang's order, I wouldn't dare to incorporate these bandits into the army."

"Why don't you go to Chief Yang and ask, if it works, that's fine, if not, let's find another way."

"That's right, go and try first, and if you can incorporate them, I will credit you." The blacksmith patted Liang Xiaoshan's shoulder and said with a smile.

Text Chapter 260 Five Prisoner Camps

The vast mountains make this mountainous area ravines, thick thorns and vines grow around the logs, and the dotted villages are located in these mountains.

Compared with the northern Jiangsu area, which is densely covered with water networks and has a lot of arable land, the southern Shandong mountainous area is at the other extreme, with water shortages, land shortages, and few villages, resulting in few people.

Even though the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps withdrew into the mountains and settled down in Xiaoqingshan, followed by tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians to make this place full of vitality, the base of the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps was still weak.

Although there were many people who followed the army and retreated into the mountains, most of them were old and weak, women and children. What's more, to open up wasteland and cultivate land, various factories also needed people, which led to a shortage of young and strong labor force.

The Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps suffered heavy losses after breaking through in Huaiyin, and now urgently needs to replenish its troops. However, the population in the mountainous area is sparse, and the difficulty of recruiting troops has become a problem that plagues Yang Ling and the others.

If they want to counterattack the little devils, they will inevitably need well-trained troops with strong combat effectiveness, but without soldiers, everything is useless.

The two strengthened battalions planned to be reorganized now have only more than 300 people each. Even if these people are trained as ten, it is still difficult to defeat the little devil and take Huaiyin back.

Just when Yang Ling and the others were worrying about the shortage of troops for the expansion of the army, the first battalion commander Blacksmith found the general commander, hoping to transfer the captured bandits into the army.

There were more than 600 bandits captured in the First World War in Xiaoqingshan, all of whom were strong and strong young men, because the bandits' cottages would not support idlers, and they would not recruit old, weak, sick and disabled people to eat.

It's not that Yang Ling has never thought about recruiting these bandits, but he also has a hidden worry, that is, the bandits are rebellious, and he is worried that they will betray him.

After all, the regular troops of the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps in the mountains are not much more than these bandits, and it is a time of weakness.

Once these bandits are freed, there is no guarantee that there will be no troubles. Once they cause a backlash to the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, the consequences will be disastrous.

"We can reform in batches. Some bandits who performed well will be given a chance to reform themselves and absorbed into our army. We will resolutely punish those stubborn and unrepentant diehards."

Zhang Liechen, the deputy captain, also understood Yang Ling's concerns, so he proposed a different treatment.

Now the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps urgently needs to replenish its soldiers to restore its combat effectiveness, but it will not be able to recruit soldiers for a while, so it can only be used as a living horse doctor. Yang Ling agreed to absorb some bandits into the army to enhance the army's combat effectiveness.

"Let's absorb 150 people into the army in the first batch, let's see the effect first."

Yang Ling nodded. The first battalion commander, the blacksmith, just got the Shangfang sword. After saluting, he took the order signed by Yang Ling and went straight to the prisoner's camp.

The prisoner camp was built in a precipitous mountain depression, surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides, and only one side entered and exited the valley, surrounded by officers and soldiers with live ammunition, heavily guarded.

Two [-]-type heavy machine guns were erected on the cliff at the commanding height. The black barrels were condescending and could smash anyone who dared to move into a sieve.

Although more than 600 prisoners were disarmed, they were all bandits after all, so Yang Ling and the others dared not be careless.

Although Yang Ling and the others did not cut off the food for these bandits, facing the officers and soldiers with stern faces around them, the bandits were not in a good state of mind.

Bandits and soldiers have been enemies since ancient times, and now that they have fallen into the hands of these soldiers, one can imagine the mood of the bandits.

Although the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps didn't take care of them for the time being, it made them worry about their fate even more, worrying about being killed directly.

The bandits no longer had the power and prestige they had when they attacked Xiaoqingshan that day. They all hung their heads and looked lifeless, but they still gathered together according to their respective cottages, clearly distinguishing each other.

"Huang San, what do you think these soldiers will do to us?"

Looking at the officers and soldiers of the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps armed with live ammunition, a haggard bandit was worried.

"Let us go or kill us."

With a blade of grass in his mouth, the yellow-skinned and thin-faced man looked malnourished. Compared to their worried bandits, he seemed a little careless.

"Don't you mean you didn't say anything? It's really useless to ask you." The bandit who asked the question was obviously not very satisfied with such an answer.

"You know I don't know, so why are you asking me?"

Huang San gave the bandit a supercilious look, and leaned against a stone to lie down in a comfortable posture.

"Scholars can't explain why they met soldiers. Besides, we are bandits, and they have been enemies since ancient times. I guess there are nine out of ten ways they are thinking of killing us." The bandit sat down next to Huang San. , said guessing.

"Then how do you want to die?" Huang San propped his chin on his arm sideways, looked at the bandit and said, "Shot? Or buried alive?"

"Go, go, crow's mouth, I don't want to die." The bandit cursed angrily, looking very bad.

After a long silence, the restless bandit looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he lowered his voice and said to Huang San: "We can't sit and wait for death. The longer the time drags on, the less hope we will survive."

"What do you think?" Huang San asked.

"When I was going to relieve myself, I overheard the group of people in Wangjiagou preparing to escape from prison." The bandit replied mysteriously.

"So what?" Huang San didn't seem very surprised to hear the news.

"I mean we are also prepared to flee in the chaos."

"We can't escape."

"I said you really want to die or something, you don't want to escape?"

Seeing Huang San's heartless look, the bandit became a little anxious.

"Did you see those machine guns on the top? They killed a lot of people in one sweep, and no one could escape." Huang San said nunuzui to the machine gun nest on the top of the cliff.