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

The blacksmith glanced at everyone, no one dared to look at him, everyone didn't expect the blacksmith to kill so decisively, killing people was like killing chickens, without the slightest hesitation.

"Although you guys didn't do all the bad things like Hei Xiazi, you did a lot of bad things by helping the evildoers!" The blacksmith pointed to the bandits and said.

"It stands to reason that they should all be pulled out and shot! Eliminate harm for the people!"

After hearing the blacksmith's words, the bandits became agitated, and many people showed panic on their faces, but they quickly calmed down again in the face of the black holed muzzles around them.

"But we, Chief Yang, are merciful. For the sake of your compatriots, we don't want to cause more killings. We are going to give you a chance to redeem yourself!"

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The restless bandits heard that Yang Ling would give them a chance to atone for their crimes, and hope was rekindled on their lifeless faces.

"Sir, how can we atone for our crimes?" A bandit in the crowd asked impatiently.

The blacksmith glanced at the talking bandit, paused and said, "It's very simple, follow us to fight the devils! Recover the rivers and mountains!"

After hearing what the blacksmith said, the bandits all whispered to each other, buzzing.

Many of them fled here from outside the mountains, so they naturally knew the cruelty and ferocity of the little devil, and the little devil was a master of murder without blinking an eye.

They are full of fear of the little devil, and now they want to take up guns and fight the little devil, their hearts are full of worries.

"What? Isn't it very capable when you bully your parents and folks, but now you want to fight with the little devil?"

Seeing these bandits hesitated, the blacksmith cursed angrily: "What a bunch of bastards! You know what's going on in the nest!"

Facing the blacksmith's disdainful gaze, these bandits felt their self-esteem was insulted, and they all stared at the blacksmith with anger on their faces.

"Damn, I really think highly of you."

The blacksmith didn't expect these well-looking young and middle-aged bandits to be so afraid of the little devils and disappointed in them.

"Since you don't want to hit the devils to redeem yourself, then wait here to get shot one by one."

"Sir, it's okay to fight devils with you, but we have one condition, that is, we can't let us rush ahead and be cannon fodder when fighting."

As soon as the blacksmith threatened, the bandits began to negotiate terms.

None of these bandits were willing to die, but following the blacksmiths and the others to fight devils would take a great risk. If they were to go ahead and serve as cannon fodder during a war, it would be better to stay in a prison camp and wait for trial.

"I didn't come here to negotiate terms with you. You have only two choices, either follow us to fight the devils and redeem your crimes, or wait here to be tried and shot. You think about it yourself!" the blacksmith replied viciously.

After the blacksmith finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. He had already given these bandits a way to survive. As for whether they wanted to die or live, it was up to them.

"Sir, I'm willing to fight devils with you!" As soon as the blacksmith turned around, Huang San among the bandits spoke.

The blacksmith turned his head, looked at the yellow and thin Huang San, stared at him and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will let you go ahead and be cannon fodder?"

Bandit Huang San looked the blacksmith straight in the eye and replied, "Don't be afraid!"

The bandit Huang San was betting, he was betting that the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps was short of people, otherwise they wouldn't have incorporated bandits like them into the army.

If they are determined to integrate into the army, then they will definitely be treated equally, and they will not do the thing of letting them charge forward as cannon fodder, otherwise they will lose the hearts of the people, and everything else they do now will be in vain.

The blacksmith looked at the upright bandit Huang San with great interest. Although he didn't know why he was so sure that he would not send them as cannon fodder, he still liked Huang San's sturdy temperament.

"Okay, I've got it, go and register!" The blacksmith nodded, accepting Huang San.

"Thank you, sir, for not killing me!"

Bandit Huang San cupped his hands at the blacksmith, and went straight to the staff officer with the roster in his hand without looking back.

Several of Huang San's companions saw that Huang San was willing to fight devils with the Subei Guerrilla Corps to make amends. They looked at each other, gritted their teeth and stood up.

"Sir, we are also willing to make meritorious deeds to atone for our sins and fight devils."

The blacksmith was very satisfied when he saw that someone had stepped forward, and waved them over to register.

"Thank you, sir." Several people followed Huang San as if they had been pardoned.

With Huang San and the others taking the lead, more bandits stepped forward one after another, expressing their willingness to fight devils with the blacksmith and the others.

In just over ten minutes, the blacksmith got his wish and recruited 150 bandits from among the bandits, preparing to add them to his own battalion to supplement the reduction in combat personnel.

"Sir, count me in."

When more people stood up and wanted to join the army to fight the devils, the blacksmith shook his head: "I gave you the opportunity today, but you didn't grasp it in time. You should stay here now."

After hearing what the blacksmith said, those who did not register in time were very annoyed, because they stayed in the prisoner camp and their future was uncertain. Who knows if the Subei Guerrilla Corps will settle their old accounts and send them to trial and then shoot them .

Huang San and the others saw that the blacksmith only wanted 150 people and then stopped asking for more people, and looked at the pessimistic and disappointed bandits stranded in the prisoner camp, they were all glad that they had made the right choice.

"Don't be dejected. It's not impossible to perform well in the prison camp. As long as we perform well, we will see it. It is not impossible to give you a chance to redeem your sins."

Seeing these bandits with hope rekindled on their faces, the blacksmith changed his subject: "Of course, for those who are stubborn and tricky, once they are discovered, don't blame us for being cruel."

The heinous bandits in these prisoner camps have been shot one after another. Although the remaining ones have helped the evildoers, they will not be shot.

Now the blacksmiths treat these bandits differently with a big stick and red dates, just to educate and reform them, let them know how to repay their kindness, and then follow them to fight devils wholeheartedly.

After the blacksmith had completed the selection of the bandits, he returned to the camp with 150 bandits who volunteered to fight devils with them, envied by everyone in the camp.

After returning to the base of his first battalion, the blacksmith directly called the three company commanders and asked them to take the bandits back.

"These brought back people are scattered to each row and each squad, let the brothers strengthen their supervision, and don't let them form a group."

Although these people were all selected by him from the prison camps, most of them were bandits who had never done anything harmful to the world after comparing with the list given by the intelligence department, and they all volunteered to fight devils with them.

But after all, when people are misjudged, the blacksmith is still going to observe for a while, to ensure that among these people there are people who play tricks, and such people will be kicked out resolutely.

"When we come to our army, if they dare to play tricks again, let them see the tricks of the master." The company commander is gearing up, eager to try.

"Okay, hurry up and arrange it, and start military training tomorrow."

They have been fighting since breaking out of Huaiyin, and after entering the mountains, they are busy helping the people build houses. Now training is imminent, and the blacksmith doesn't want to wait any longer.

"Yes!"

The three company commanders all saluted and prepared to lead the people. Although they were bandits, they were in a good mood after all to make up for the reduction in combat personnel.

Text Chapter 260 Eight Deserters

Huang San and five other brothers were assigned to the same platoon and the same class in the blacksmith camp. The class leader was a young man younger than them, surnamed Zhao.

Although Squad Leader Zhao was young and amiable, he couldn't hide the murderous aura rolling over from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, so Huang San didn't dare to underestimate him.

The northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps came here after a series of bloody battles with the little devils. Although they were defeated in Huaiyin, the brothers who retreated into the mountains were all elite backbones after the big waves washed the sand, and their combat effectiveness was naturally not weak.