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

These rout soldiers liked to fight fiercely and were used to being arrogant, so they didn't pay attention to Yang Ling, the battalion commander of the major.

A broken soldier raised his neck and replied: "I belong to the 87th Division!"

"I belong to Division 88!" Someone shouted after him.

Hearing that these people belonged to German weapon masters, the rest of the rout soldiers showed gloating expressions, waiting to see how Yang Ling would end up.

The German Mechanic Division is the elite of the whole army, and they are notoriously short guards. They are used to being arrogant. Although Yang Ling is the battalion commander of a major, if he troubles these soldiers here, he may have a hard time.

The defeated soldiers were full of arrogance. Although the German armorers suffered heavy losses in Shanghai, they were still the main force. After several rounds of reinforcements, their strength was still there. They looked down on other miscellaneous troops at all.

"I don't care which division you belong to, but get the hell out there and gather!" Yang Ling's voice was cold, almost sticking to the noses of a few rout soldiers.

"If I don't..."

Before the broken soldier who wanted to play tricks finished speaking, his body flew out involuntarily, hit the door panel with a bang, and rolled all over the ground in pain.

"Damn it! Beat him up!" These rout soldiers who were born as German weapon masters were suddenly angry. They were the only ones who bullied people. How could they be bullied? They yelled and threw their fists at Yang Ling.

They have always been arrogant, and they are very united internally. Seeing their brother being beaten, they don't even care that Yang Ling is the officer, and they will fight if they disagree.

Qin Shou and the others became impatient. German weapon masters were famous, and they were all elites. They were worried that Yang Ling would suffer, so they hurried forward to help.

But the corner of Yang Ling's mouth curled up into a sneer. The German weapon master was really nothing in his eyes. He didn't dodge or dodge the incoming fist. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it. Dislocated.

Ah!

In just one encounter, the four arrogant German weapon masters were all lying on the ground, and the rest of the soldiers were stunned. Seeing Yang Ling's thin appearance, he turned out to be a ruthless man, and he couldn't help showing fear on his face.

These rout soldiers are all very strong people, but they never thought that Yang Ling who suddenly appeared is so powerful, but they are all magnanimous men. Although they were beaten and couldn't hold back their face, they were convinced because they only admired the strong .

"Sir, our brothers are not as good as you. We are willing to accept punishment for attacking you, but before accepting the punishment, can you let us know your name?" Seeing Yang Ling turn around, a broken soldier grinning in pain hurriedly stopped. Yang Ling.

Yang Ling stopped in his tracks and replied, "Yang Ling, the commander of the guerrilla battalion directly under the headquarters of the Jiangfang Army. If you refuse to accept it, feel free to come to me in the future. I, Yang Ling, will accompany you at any time."

"Are you the Battalion Commander Yang who killed General Guizi?" The rout soldier was surprised.

Yang Dashu said proudly: "Of course, except our battalion commander, who else has the ability to kill the devil general."

Text Chapter 235 Guerrilla Battalion

The reputation of Yang Ling and the others has already spread among the various troops guarding Jiangyin, and the spread has become more and more evil. There are rumors that they killed a devil and bleed into a river, and some people said that they chopped off the head of the devil general When they came down, they had three heads and six arms, like the reincarnation of Shura...

Although the rumors are getting more and more outrageous, the old smokers and the others don't want to expose them, because Commander Liu Xing has already explained that these rumors were deliberately released by the intelligence station to boost the morale of the army.

Listening to the discussion of the common people and the friendly soldiers, the old smoker walked on the street and his back became straighter. He walked vigorously, and he really looked like a hero. According to Yang Ling, since he wanted to be a hero , then you have to look like a hero.

Commander Liu Xing's promise to Yang Ling and the others was quickly fulfilled, and the 1 yuan reward was sent to their residence that night. Looking at the white money, even Yang Dashu, who had always regarded money as dung, was short of breath.

1 yuan in legal currency is an astronomical figure. You must know that although the old smoker used to be an expensive company commander, his monthly salary was only more than 20 yuan.

Although Commander Liu Xing rewarded Yang Ling and the others with 1 yuan, as for how much each person can share, it was handed over to the officer Yang Ling to distribute.

According to the previous rules, Yang Ling, the officer, would naturally take the bulk of the money, and then the old smoking gun and other officers would also get more, and the rest would be distributed to the ordinary brothers below, so everyone was very nervous at first, guessing how much they could get.

But the result was unexpected. Yang Ling didn't follow the old rules in the army, but divided the 1 yuan equally among the old smoker and the others. Everyone got more than 1000 yuan, which flattered and moved the ordinary brothers. At the same time, he became even more devoted to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also made it clear: "This time, the big guys sacrificed their lives for it. This time, everyone will get the same reward. The next time you encounter a reward, it will be rewarded based on merit. How much you get will be determined according to the degree of credit."

Yang Ling didn't withhold money privately, and the attitude of clearly distinguishing rewards and punishments made the old smoker feel ashamed. He judged the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart. He thought that Yang Ling would definitely take half of it.

Although it was just a simple distribution of money, Yang Ling's selfless attitude made the brothers admire and at the same time bought their hearts, which of course Yang Ling did not expect.

Every brother happily received the rewards. Yang Ling's actions made them feel happy, and they worked harder in doing things.

Old Smoker and the others worked hard, and the recruitment work went very smoothly. When they heard that the battalion commander Yang, who had killed the devil general, wanted to recruit troops, the dispirited soldiers also boiled over. They all asked to join the guerrilla camp and followed Yang Ling to fight the devils. .

These rout soldiers are all bloody soldiers, and it is helpless to be broken up, and no one cares about them when they retreat to the rear, so they get along and become lazy and decadent. It awakened the blood in their hearts.

The army has always worshiped heroes, not to mention that Yang Ling killed the devil general, and the rumors were so evil, so they all wanted to fight with such an officer and avenge those dead brothers!

Seeing so many people vying to join the guerrilla battalion, the old smoker was overjoyed, damn it, he finally didn't have to be a bare-bones company commander.

"If you want to get promoted and get rich, please go elsewhere. My guerrilla battalion only needs to be a hero who dares to fight tough battles." Yang Ling vaccinated the stragglers who wanted to sign up for the guerrilla battalion.

"Mr. Yang, we are not afraid of death. We joined the guerrilla battalion just to follow you and kill the devil!" The stragglers from the German weapon master saw Yang Ling's power, so they did not stop doing anything, and did not stop. I want to join a guerrilla camp.

Yang Ling looked at these bold men and asked with a smile: "Aren't you going back to your old army? You have to think carefully, my guerrilla battalion is no better than your 87th and 88th divisions."

"I won't go back. I'm always beating devils everywhere. It's our honor to be able to follow a hero like Chief Yang!"

In addition to these stragglers from the elite Central Army who willingly joined the guerrilla camp, those Sichuan soldiers with extremely poor equipment also clamored to join the guerrilla camp.

"Mr. Yang, we know how to fire machine guns. We will never embarrass you!" These Sichuan soldiers were dressed in tatters and looked sallow and emaciated, but they did not show any weakness.

Yang Ling asked them: "Which unit are you from?"

"We are directly under the machine gun company of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army. We have also fought the devils and are not afraid of death. It's just that when we retreated, the anti-machine guns walked slowly. The devils chased too fast and were dispersed later."

Yang Ling once fought side by side with the Lin Xiaohou Regiment of the 135th Division of the Sichuan Army in Yunzaobang, Shanghai. Although these brothers from the Sichuan Army had the worst equipment, they were not afraid of death.

He remembered that Lin Xiaohou's entire regiment fought so hard that there were only eight people left standing firm. He admired these brothers from the Sichuan Army who fought bloody battles for the country.

"We Guangxi people are not afraid of death, Mr. Yang, we also want to join the guerrilla battalion!" Several soldiers wearing British steel helmets also shouted to join.

Looking at these stragglers who were scattered, Yang Ling waved his hand directly, as long as he was willing to join, he would not refuse.

In just half a day, Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion had recruited [-] brothers. Liu Xing looked at Yang Ling with admiration for such a quick team.

The formation ceremony of the guerrilla battalion was held at the camp ground of the garrison of the Jiangyin Fortress. Because the garrison had been sticking to their positions, the barracks was also vacant and Yang Ling temporarily rented it.

The weather in Jiangyin was as gloomy as usual, and the sound of rumbling guns continued to come from outside the city. Facing the onslaught of the devils, the units of the National Revolutionary Army guarding Jiangyin had fallen into fierce battles across the board.

Against this background of the war, the guerrilla battalion directly under the Jiangfang Army held an army formation ceremony.

The cold wind swept across the military flag, and more than 600 guerrilla brothers stood silently on the school grounds.

These more than 600 brothers come from different troops, have different identities, and speak different accents. They look malnourished and emaciated, and their combat effectiveness is also uneven. Many of them even have empty hands.

But this is not a problem for Yang Ling, he just needs these 600 brothers to have a heart to beat devils.

Yang Ling was still in uniform, standing there like a sharp sword out of its sheath, showing his sharpness. He looked at the more than 600 standing brothers with sharp confidence in his eyes.

"My name is Yang Ling, and I will be your commander from today on!" Yang Ling's loud voice suddenly exploded in the school grounds, making the hearts of more than 600 brothers tremble.

"I don't care which unit you used to be in, or what positions you held before, but from today onwards, you are all soldiers of my Yang Ling, and you all have to obey me!" Yang Ling's voice shook his head as if declaring his sovereignty. The eardrums of the soldiers in the platoon hurt.

Yang Ling raised his voice: "I told you to charge forward and you can't retreat! I told you to eat and you are not allowed to drink water! In a word! You must obey my orders unconditionally! Carry out resolutely! Can you do it?!"