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

After Zhang Liechen heard Yang Ling's words, he was also slightly taken aback. In addition, Yang Ling's words in the meeting room also felt that the atmosphere was not right.

"Sir, did you hear some bad news?" Seeing Yang Ling's solemn expression, Zhang Liechen asked in puzzlement.

"Why don't we send electricity to the war zone commander's department, saying that you can't leave for the time being, and let Wei Qing take someone there." Zhang Liechen added.

Yang Ling shook his head with a smile and said, "There's no bad news, but I don't know when I'll be back. Our northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps has a lot of things to do. I want to explain everything I need to avoid mistakes."

The last time Yang Ling commanded the battle in Baoying, when the devils attacked, the two deputy captains guarding Huaiyin had a disagreement, which led to failure. Yang Ling didn't want the Subei Guerrilla Corps to repeat the same mistakes.

So this time before leaving, I deliberately explained everything to the deputy captain.

Yang Ling had partnered with Zhang Liechen when he first arrived in the Sulu war zone, so he knew him well. Now that he has been tempered for so long, he also believes that he can control the overall situation.

After Yang Ling finished explaining all the affairs of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, he took the No. [-] and No. [-] Special War Squadrons under the command of Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade to leave Xiaoqingshan's camp and rush to the war zone chief's department to report.

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Lunan, Sulu Theater Chief Command.

The remote village is heavily guarded, and countless combat orders are transmitted from here to the various troops through radio waves. The staff officers look hurried, and the commander's headquarters is a busy scene.

The No. [-] and No. [-] Special Warfare Squadrons of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade led by Yang Ling crossed the mountains and crossed the enemy-occupied area, and it took several days to arrive here.

There are arsenals, clothing factories, and various agencies affiliated to the theater around the theater headquarters. Although it is difficult for devils to penetrate into the mountains, the security is still tight.

As soon as Yang Ling and the others arrived at the outskirts, the sentries emerged from the dense jungle and began to question them.

Although Yang Ling and the others showed their identities, the peripheral security forces did not allow them to enter the core area where the Commander of the Sulu War Zone was located, but waited in place.

Yang Ling and the others were able to move on after the security forces on the periphery gave a notification. Along the way, there were still many bright and dark sentries and mobile sentries coming out of the jungle ravines to ask for their passwords.

Fortunately, the security forces on the outskirts sent a liaison officer to lead the way, and Yang Ling and the others arrived at the headquarters of the commander of the Sulu theater all the way smoothly.

Under the arrangement of the Commander's Headquarters, the brothers of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade settled down in a village with only a few dozen families, while Yang Ling went to meet the Commander, Commander Yu Xuezhong in person.

But it wasn't until he arrived at the Commander's Command that he found out that Commander Yu Xuezhong, the commander of the Sulu theater, was currently commanding the 57th Army in Shandong to fight against the Japanese and puppet troops. Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the political department, was receiving Yang Ling.

"Yang Ling, the captain of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, was ordered to report!"

Yang Ling and Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department of the Sulu War Zone, were old acquaintances. General Zhou Fu had attended their commendation military parade in Jieshou back then.

"Is the journey going well?"

General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, returned the gift, then smiled and reached out to shake Yang Ling's hand.

"Sir, everything went well!" Yang Ling replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Have you eaten yet?"

General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, asked with concern as he walked.

"I already ate it when I came here."

"How is the morale of the troops now?"

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Facing the inquiry from General Zhou Fu, director of the political department, Yang Ling answered truthfully, which made Zhou Fu, director of the political department, very satisfied.

"The situation between the enemy and ourselves is severe now. The Japanese and puppet troops have intensified their blockade and attacks on our ministries. Your Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps was able to gain a firm foothold in Xiaoqingshan and send troops to fight the Japanese and puppet troops. You should be the first to contribute."

"It's all brothers who dare to fight well, and don't dare to take credit for humble positions." Yang Ling said modestly.

Facing Yang Ling's modesty, General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, just smiled, and brought Yang Ling into his office.

The office of General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, is a low adobe room in a farmyard. The room is dimly lit and furnished simply.

"Sit down and talk."

General Zhou Fu sat down behind the wooden table and beckoned Yang Ling to sit too.

Yang Ling didn't refuse either, he pulled a long bench and sat down.

"Do you know why you were asked to bring the Flame Special Operations Brigade to the theater headquarters this time?"

Seeing Yang Ling sitting there, also standing upright, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, nodded in satisfaction before speaking.

Although Yang Ling heard some rumors, he was not sure, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know about the lowly position, please ask the officer to show me."

General Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department, sighed and said, "Now the battle of Zaoyi has reached a critical stage. After the first phase of the offensive, the little devil did not withdraw to the original garrison, but launched a ferocious attack in the direction of Yichang. attack."

"Our main forces were caught off guard and suffered a big loss. In particular, the two armies under the 22nd Army faced the devil's attack and suffered heavy losses. They lost Xiangyang and Yicheng one after another..."

General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, said these things, Yang Ling had learned from the telegrams he exchanged.

And he also knew something that Zhou Fu didn't know, that is, in this battle, Yichang, which was guarded by the 18th Army of the Chinese Army, might not be able to defend it.

"This time, in the defensive battle of the 22nd Army, a powerful force appeared in the devil's battle sequence. There were many snipers among them, which caused great casualties to our defenders' officers and machine gunners. The Fifth War Zone heard that your Lie Yan special warfare team played well, so I want to second you to help them fight."

Soon, General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, explained the reason for asking Yang Ling and the others to report to the Commander's Headquarters.

"Why didn't the fifth theater have well-organized and shooting brothers to fight back?"

Compared with the Lie Yan special warfare brigade drawn from the Sulu war zone thousands of miles away, it is more convenient to form a sniper unit on the spot in the fifth war zone to fight back. This is also where Yang Ling is puzzled.

"The Fifth War Zone has indeed dispatched a group of marksmen to fight back against the devil's army, but the effect is not good, because this devil's army not only has a lot of snipers, but also is very good at breaking and infiltrating. Many battalion-level , The regiment-level headquarters let them attack."

"It's not that you have gained a reputation in Lunan, so Chief Li asked you by name to assist in the battle and completely wipe out this group of little devils." General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, explained with a wry smile.

General Zhou Fu, director of the political department, preferred that they stay in the Sulu theater rather than sending Yang Ling and his elite special forces to fight in the fifth theater.

After all, everyone wants an army that can win the battle. What he is most worried about is that Yang Ling and the others will never return when the meat bun beats the dog this time.

But in the face of the personal telegram from the chief of the Fifth War Zone, it is not easy for them to release people in the Sulu War Zone, nor can they just watch friendly troops being bullied by little devils.

After much deliberation, General Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department, and the others held a meeting and decided to let Yang Ling lead the team in person.

After all, Yang Ling is the commander of the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps. Even if the fifth war zone wants to force people to stay, unless Yang Ling and the others are given a better position, Yang Ling will definitely come back.

"How about it, would you like to lead the team to the fifth theater? If not, I will send a telegram to the fifth theater, saying that you have a combat mission and cannot leave."

When Yang Ling heard Zhou Fu's words, he also smiled wryly in his heart. If such an excuse worked, he probably wouldn't be called to the theater command.

Now that the Sulu War Zone is alone behind the enemy, it has to rely on the support of other war zones, so if it refuses such a small request from the Fifth War Zone now, it may be difficult to deal with in the future.

"The humble staff obeys the orders of the chief!"

Yang Ling knew that he had to fly this time, so he didn't have any excuses.