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

"Although our guerrilla battalion has been established for a short time, we have fought tough battles. When we were in Jiangyin, we fought back and killed more than 200 devils." Qin Shou and Liu Yidao started to publicize the history of the guerrilla battalion.

The effect is obvious. Originally, these skirmishers didn't have much feeling for the name of the guerrilla battalion, just an ordinary battalion leader, but now they heard that there is such a powerful officer with such a story, and the guerrilla battalion has such a glorious history. It's different, I have a sense of honor in my heart.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yang Ling stood up and said, "Brothers, Shanghai was defeated by the little devils, and a lot of cities were lost in this great retreat. I know many people say that we can't fight, say We don't deserve to be soldiers, I want to say that's bullshit!"

Yang Ling suddenly raised his voice: "We lost Shanghai, but the little devils didn't get it right! They broke their ambition to destroy our country in March! They also let their blood flow in Shanghai! Now they're fighting all the way to our capital. Nanjing, do you think we can be subdued?"

"No," Yang Ling continued, "If Nanjing is destroyed, the capital will be destroyed. If the capital is destroyed, the country will be destroyed. If the country is destroyed, the family will be destroyed! Then we will really be subjugated slaves. Now more than [-] of us are fighting with our backs. There are [-] million compatriots looking at us, we have to pick up guns, muster up the courage, fight to the end with the little devil, and live and die with China!"

"We will fight to the death!"

Wang Huzi heard tears in his eyes, raised his arms and roared, and the brothers also roared, and soon gathered into a huge wave of sound that swept through the shelter. This wave was full of Chinese soldiers defending their homes and defending the country. The spirit of not admitting defeat!

Main text Chapter 269 Strong control of the field!

Chunhua Town, the outlying position of Nanjing, has been smashed into a pot of porridge. The devil's artillery poured tons of shells on the defenders' positions.

The troops of the 51st Division of the National Revolutionary Army, who stood firmly on the front line of Chunhua Town, fought to the death in the face of the devil's crazy attack. They fought hard with their flesh and blood.

Although the defenders fought bloody battles, the devil's offensive troops were completely in a state of madness, attacking desperately forward, causing the casualties of the defenders to continue to rise, and batches of wounded were sent from the front positions to the rear, and the battle situation continued to deteriorate.

Gaoqiao Gate is not far from Chunhua Town. Although the devil's attacking troops have not attacked here for the time being, the earth-shattering roar of artillery fire from the direction of Chunhua Town can be clearly heard here, and the earth is also trembling along with it.

Four or five cars covered with raincloths rushed into the shelter at Gaoqiaomen amidst the roar, and the muddy water splashed by the wheels splashed all over the soldiers who couldn't dodge under the low eaves, causing them to curse again and again.

The car stopped in an open space in the shelter, and the military police with live ammunition jumped out of the car and began to stand guard around the car.

"What is it?" A curious soldier came up and looked into the car.

The gendarmes with flowered machine guns hanging around their necks looked cold and shouted at the soldiers trying to get closer, telling them to stay away.

"Mr. Yang, please send someone from your guerrilla battalion to pick up the ammunition over there." Soon, a messenger found Yang Ling and handed him a note to pick up the ammunition.

"Okay, I see."

Yang Ling has a headache about ammunition. Now more than 400 stragglers have been added. Although the morale of the army has improved after some carrots and sticks, the ammunition is pitifully scarce.

The so-called clever woman can't cook without rice. A gun without ammunition is no different from a fire stick, let alone combat effectiveness. Hearing the ammunition coming, his frowning brows finally eased.

"Yidao, you stay here and watch. I'll take someone to get the ammunition." After Yang Ling ordered Liu Yidao, he immediately took Wang Huzi and more than 100 brothers and went straight to the open space where the car was parked.

When Yang Ling and the others arrived, the car was surrounded by soldiers who had come to collect ammunition. There were companies nearby who had heard the news, as well as troops that had been re-accommodated at the storage station in recent days. They surrounded the car. It's leaking.

If it weren't for the gendarmes who were carrying ammunition with live ammunition, they might have rushed up to start the robbery. The troops have been fighting all the time, and the ammunition was consumed a lot, but the supplies in the rear couldn't keep up.

Now it is typical that there are more wolves and less meat, so whoever can get more ammunition means an extra chance of survival on the battlefield, and whoever is humble now is a fool.

"Back! Back!" The gendarmes escorting the ammunition had raised their black muzzles, and they yelled loudly at the surrounding soldiers.

However, there were too many people who came to collect the ammunition, and some soldiers squeezed the gendarmes out of the way and began to climb the car. The gendarmes screamed and smashed them with their rifle butts, but more people rushed up. Powerful, but he didn't dare to shoot, seeing that the situation was about to get out of control.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Ling pulled out the pistol on his waist and pulled the trigger against the sky. He knew that if they didn't stop the snatching of ammunition, they wouldn't even be able to drink soup after that.

The sudden sound of gunfire made the soldiers who were about to loot the ammunition subconsciously stagnate. Before they could react, Yang Ling, Wang Huzi and others had already squeezed in forcibly.

"Back back! Line up!" Yang Ling held up his pistol and Wang Beard, and they stood in front of the car ferociously, preventing the soldiers from looting ammunition.

"You fucking onion!" Seeing that Yang Ling was only a major, someone immediately jumped out angrily.

But before the man's words fell, Yang Ling kicked him over and fell heavily to the ground. Before he got up, Yang Ling's gun was already on his head, and he said viciously: "Do you believe me?" If you don't believe me, I jumped on you!"

The officer who claimed to be a lieutenant colonel originally wanted to play tricks and get more ammunition, but now seeing Yang Ling's cold eyes, his aura immediately softened, and he didn't dare to act rashly again.

Those soldiers around had seen Yang Ling, a ruthless person who would draw a gun at the slightest disagreement, and they were immediately stunned.

Wang Huzi and the others originally followed Yang Ling to collect the ammunition. When they saw the crowd of people, they knew it was a dead end, because all the troops were short of ammunition. Every time the ammunition truck came to fight for ammunition, it was a mess. How much they could grab depended on it. Luck, but I didn't expect their new chief to be so strong, cheer up!

Seeing that Yang Ling was in control of the scene, the military police lieutenant who was escorting the ammunition got out of the co-pilot with sweat on his forehead, and ran to Yang Ling to thank him: "Thank you, sir, for your help, otherwise I don't know what the trouble will be. "

Yang Ling put his shell gun back into the holster, frowned and asked, "Is it like this every time?"

The lieutenant of the military police escorting the ammunition sighed and said: "It wasn't before, but recently many transport vehicles have been blown up by devil planes, and the ammunition can't be transported out. There are too many monks and less meat. They can't stop me if they want to rob..."

Yang Ling also understood the difficulties of the lieutenant of the military police. The ammunition consumption on the front line was too high, and the troops were all red-eyed. Everyone knew the importance of ammunition, and it was common sense to snatch ammunition in order to survive.

Yang Ling didn't have time to chat with the lieutenant of the gendarmerie, so he handed him the note for receiving the ammunition. The lieutenant of the gendarmerie was grateful to Yang Ling for helping him calm down the scene. I don't know how to be criticized when I go back, so I just let Yang Ling take the lead.

"Wang Huzi, get the ammunition!" Yang Ling waved his hand behind him.

Wang Huzi grinned, eating meat with wolves and grass with sheep. It seemed that he was a good new officer. At least he would not suffer from him. He immediately smiled and beckoned his brothers to climb into the car to carry ammunition.

"Damn it, which battalion head is this, so arrogant." Seeing that Yang Ling and the others took the lead in carrying the ammunition, the surrounding soldiers were envious and began to inquire about Yang Ling and the others' identities.

"I heard it's called a guerrilla battalion. They just retreated from Jiangyin."

"Did you see that, which leader heard that hundreds of devils were killed in Shanghai?"

Someone asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"I also heard what our staff said, and it shouldn't be fake."

"No wonder he's so arrogant, but he's a real man!" Someone gave Yang Ling a thumbs up. What they respected was a hero who could kill devils on the battlefield.

The soldiers around were talking about it. Although Yang Ling's refurbished guerrilla battalion hadn't gone to the battlefield yet, everyone in Gaoqiaomen was well known because of Yang Ling's strong suppression of the field.

"What a joy, what a joy!"

Wang Huzi and the others who followed Yang Ling to collect the ammunition were also elated for a while. Yang Ling gave them a sense of security. This feeling is very subtle, but it can make them truly identify with Yang Ling as the officer, and it will gradually strengthen in a subtle way. Cohesion and centripetal force.

Body 2 Chapter Seventy Entreaties

The ammunition brought back by Yang Ling finally allowed the guerrilla battalion to initially form its combat effectiveness, but the fly in the ointment was that although it was a battalion-level size, it lacked heavy firepower, only three Czech-style light machine guns.

Fortunately, Yang Ling brought back more than 20 boxes of grenades. If there was a fight on the battlefield, it would be enough for a kid to drink a pot.

The more than 300 veterans who were incorporated into the guerrilla battalion were all stragglers who had retired from the battlefield and had rich combat experience. Therefore, Yang Ling favored them in the distribution of ammunition. Each veteran could get at least fifteen rounds of bullets and one grenade.

As for the students who did not have any combat experience, those with guns would be given five bullets, and those without guns would be given one grenade. Now that ammunition is tight, this is also a last resort.

The students were full of enthusiasm for defending their homes and the country, and they had no objection to Yang Ling's assignment. For them, they were already very satisfied to be able to join the army and fight against the enemy.

These students were only full of passion and had no experience in the battlefield. Yang Ling knew that if they really went to the battlefield recklessly, their death rate would definitely not be low. As their commander, he had to be responsible for their lives.

"Wang Huzi, Qin Shou, you two will lead someone to teach those students one-on-one, let them learn how to shoot, how to hide on the battlefield..."

Taking advantage of Yang Ling's rest, he asked these veterans to teach the students the battlefield experience they knew. As for how much these students can learn, it depends on their own luck.

Wang Huzi and the others had fought with the students, and now they were going to teach these students, and they were somewhat resistant, so they didn't agree very simply.