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

Although the entire naval fleet was wiped out, the fortress fortresses continued to resist. The Eshan Fort, Xishan Fort, Huangshan Fort, etc. always suppressed the Japanese ships and could not move forward.

The helpless Japanese ship commander could only hope that the army would break through the Jiangyin fortress from land, while he commanded the air force to drive directly to Nanjing for indiscriminate bombing, trying to weaken the resistance confidence of the Chinese defenders in this way.

In the garrison camp in Jiangyin County, Yang Ling got up early habitually after a night's rest. After arriving in Jiangyin County last night, they were warmly welcomed by generals at all levels. The camp fell asleep, and it was rare to have a good night's sleep.

Yang Ling took off the dirty and sour-smelling military uniforms, and put on the khaki cotton military uniforms sent by Liu Xing.

Facing the mirror, he fastened the discipline buckle in front of him. The brown leather shoulder strap slanted from the shoulder to the waist and was fixed on the belt. He put on the military cap inlaid with the blue sky and white sun badge, and inserted the pistol into the holster on his waist. Yang Ling quickly Clean and neatly dressed.

Looking at his majestic self in the mirror, Yang Ling stroked the green stubble on his chin, and felt much more refreshed.

"Not to mention, these clothes are really warm." Qin Shou was buttoning up, while talking to Yang Dashu, his complexion has improved a lot, and he gradually came out of the grief of Qianjiacun.

These troops were still wearing autumn clothes when they were ordered to go to Shanghai to fight. The battle lasted for several months. Not to mention warm clothes, they couldn’t even guarantee the supply of food. Stiff.

Now they have taken off those tattered autumn clothes and put on new warm cotton military uniforms. They are very happy to have escaped from death.

Yang Dashu was tall and big, he managed to put the clothes on his body, but found that his belly button was exposed, and the pants couldn't fit in, so he approached Fatty Tian San to discuss, "Fatty, let's change, my clothes are a bit small."

The fat man was also trying his best to put the general uniform on his body, but he was not tall and tall, but too fat, and he tore open his trousers with a click, which made Yang Dashu immediately give up the idea of ​​changing.

The old smoker also had a good time. Although he failed to blow up the devil's artillery position in Dingshan, he followed Yang Ling and killed the devil's general. The guerrilla battalion under the Jiangfang Army Command was willing to be Yang Ling's subordinate.

The old smoker's thin body is wearing a large military uniform, which makes him look thinner. He is sitting on the threshold, happily smoking the cigarettes stuffed by his comrades, enjoying the quiet morning.

He knew clearly in his heart that no matter where he went with his ability, he could only be a low-level military officer. He was a desperate cannon fodder, and he might have to be reimbursed someday.

Every time he fights, he fears that he will be killed, that he will be betrayed by the chief, and he often loses battles, but since he met Yang Ling, his luck seems to have improved, although he still fights against the hail of bullets every time, but However, he felt very at ease and felt safe in his heart, so he made up his mind to follow the officer Yang Ling.

Although Yang Ling used to be the subordinate of Old Smoker, and now he is on top of him, Old Smoker is not jealous or jealous. He knows that Yang Ling is Qianlong, and he himself is a loach.

He has self-knowledge that if he wants to live a better life as a loach, he can only follow people like Yang Ling, otherwise he will be like that rootless duckweed that may be overturned by the waves one day. He has the shrewdness of a small person.

"Brother, can you find some bigger clothes for my brothers?" Yang Ling shook his head helplessly as he watched Yang Dashu and other treasures compete with the clothes.

"Officer Yang, wait a moment, I'll look for it right away." The logistics captain readily agreed and turned around hastily.

The most admired in the army are the brave, courageous and bloody people, and the most hated are those who are greedy for life and fear of death. Yang Ling and the others have returned from a bloody battle all the way, and the story of killing countless enemies has long been spread in Jiangyin. When the soldiers saw them, they all gave them a thumbs up and praised them for their good work.

Yang Ling and the others were recognized and respected by the brothers in the friendly army, and Liu Xing had orders, so their requests were met without any hesitation.

Yang Ling took advantage of breakfast to find out where there were many stragglers and routs, so after breakfast, he took his only eight brothers and went straight to the internment camp set up opposite the county government.

In order to win over Yang Ling, Liu Xing not only gave him the treatment of a lieutenant colonel, but also made an exception and gave him the establishment of a battalion, allowing him to gather the defeated soldiers and assist in the battle.

Yang Ling was very happy with Liu Xing's arrangement. Although his battalion was under the jurisdiction of the Jiangfang Army Command, he was in fact in charge of everything and had a strong sense of autonomy. He didn't like being restrained. This was the best result.

What satisfies him most is that being able to directly control a battalion is much better than being a bare-handed commander. At least he can do many things with this power in his hands.

Most of the internment camps were stragglers and routs who had been defeated and dispersed. Liu Xing had been busy with the frontline battles and had no time to take care of them.

These scattered soldiers were not defeated by the vicious devils, lost contact with their own troops, and became depressed.

When Yang Ling walked into the shelter camp with Old Smoker and others, a stench hit his face. Looking at this shelter like a refugee camp, Yang Ling frowned.

They have all had breakfast and packed up. These demoralized soldiers are lazily still not getting up. Even those who get up are sitting there in twos and threes with blank eyes, and they don’t even look at him, the officer who walked in. glance.

"Yang Dashu, let them assemble!" Yang Ling ordered Yang Dashu.

Text Chapter 234 Deterrence

Yang Dashu changed into a well-fitting military uniform, and came back from a series of vicious battles with the devils. His body was full of murderous aura. At this moment, his burly and sturdy body stood up on the steps, like a door god, and it was difficult not to attract people's attention.

Those decadent and lazy rout soldiers also noticed Yang Ling and the others in their brand new uniforms, but they quickly looked away, pursing their lips and dismissing them, because they used to be so high-spirited, and they were beaten to death by the devils.

These rout soldiers were not only defeated on the battlefield, but also had their confidence broken by the vicious devils. Although they were still alive at the moment, they became numb, decadent and depressed, like walking dead, without any energy.

Without the approval of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, Liu Xing directly gave Yang Ling a battalion, and asked him to gather the defeated soldiers and stragglers to help maintain the law and order in Jiangyin County.

If Yang Ling really has the ability to pull up a rout of soldiers and exert their combat effectiveness, then it would not be difficult for him to apply for a battalion from the Military and Political Department, but if Yang Ling does not have that ability, there is no need for him to waste his efforts.

Being able to occupy the high position of the commander of the Jiangfang Group, although Liu Xing valued Yang Ling, who killed the devil's lieutenant general, he still needed further examinations. After all, Yang Ling came from the grassroots and did not have a background in a military academy, so he was still not at ease and needed further examinations. What he needs is a capable man who can really fight.

Yang Ling naturally didn't know about Commander Liu Xing's careful thoughts. What he cared about was real power. It was better to hold a battalion of troops than to be a polished deputy.

As long as you have soldiers in your hands, with your own ability, you may not be able to train a tiger and wolf army, and it will be a devil's nightmare at that time.

He didn't care what Liu Xing had in mind, but since he was given this opportunity, he had to seize it and pull the team together first.

Although these broken soldiers in containment look dispirited, they have also seen blood on the battlefield. Those who have crawled through the pile of dead people only need to rebuild their confidence. They are much better than those new recruits. This is the best The source of soldiers, how can I miss it.

"Get up! Assemble! Assemble!"

Yang Dashu is still the captain and company commander, but now he enjoys the treatment of a major and a battalion commander. Besides, he was given a reward of 1000 yuan last night.

Groups of lazy broken soldiers in the internment camp heard such a yell, they just glanced at Yang Dashu, and then they did what they should do, they didn't bother to talk to Yang Dashu at all.

Seeing the indifference of these rout soldiers, Yang Dashu couldn't hold back his face, cursed inwardly, and walked towards the rout soldiers who were sitting on the steps in a daze.

"Get up! Assemble!" Yang Dashu stretched out his hand and pulled up the two broken soldiers sitting on the ground: "Get up for me! Are you deaf or something!"

"What are you howling, why should you go, don't mess with me! I'm annoying." The two rout soldiers were also quite arrogant, and they were pulled up by Yang Dashu. hand.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a seedless one." The soldiers around saw that although Yang Dashu had a loud voice, he was frightened and lost his voice, and immediately laughed.

The unscrupulous laughter of the defeated soldiers made Yang Dashu's face turn red, and he was a little annoyed. He looked back at Yang Ling who was standing there expressionless, and a ruthless look flashed across his face.

"Stand up and assemble for me!" Yang Dashu started ruthlessly, turned around and kicked the two broken soldiers who were sitting down again to the ground.

"Why are you laughing! Go get over there and gather!"

"And a few of you!"

……

Yang Dashu took off the rifle in his hand and smashed and kicked it with the butt, and he drove a large group of rout soldiers to the open space in the middle of the internment camp like ducks.

"Mahla, that mad dog from there! Disturbed my sleep so early in the morning!!" Several people with half-uncovered clothes came out of the house cursing, and saw Yang Dashu who was yelling head-on.

Although the faces of these people were fierce, Yang Dashu was not afraid, he grabbed the butt of the gun and smashed it over: "Your ears are stuffed with donkey hair?! Go over and gather!"

But this time Yang Dashu kicked on the iron plate, these rout soldiers were Lian Jiazi, before the butt of the gun was smashed, they were snatched by the opponent. Although he was tall and burly, he was knocked down within two hits on the ground.

"Damn it, this is going to rebel!" Seeing Yang Dashu being thrown to the ground, Qin Shou cursed, grabbed the butt of his gun and was about to go up to help, but Yang Ling stretched out his hand to stop him.

Yang Ling casually walked up to a few ruthless stubblers, and looked them up and down. Although they were dressed in rags, they were not as sallow and emaciated as the other rout soldiers. out.

"Which part of you?!" Yang Ling asked with a cold face.