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

Chief Lu was bruised and swollen from the beating by Yang Ling. He stood on the steps and watched Yang Ling command people to carry out boxes of weapons and ammunition. There was an imperceptible viciousness in his eyes.

He is a distant relative of He Yaozu, the director of the Military Commission. Although he is only a section chief, he is a small official with great power.

He holds the ammunition replenishment power of several divisions in his hand, whether it is reselling ammunition or accepting tribute, he has done a lot, but he did not expect to be kicked on the iron plate this time.

Now that Yang Ling has given him such a beating, how has he ever been so useless as today, and his heart is filled with anger. Although he dares not speak out, he hates Yang Ling so much that he secretly decides to sue Yang Ling at the director of the Military Commission, He Yaozu. Let this little bastard battalion commander know the fate of offending him!

Yang Ling was already happy now. With so many weapons and ammunition added, the combat effectiveness of the guerrilla battalion could be raised to a higher level, and it would be more effective when fighting the devils.

"Battalion Commander, we moved so much ammunition without authorization, what if that Lu who waits for us to leave sues us?"

Company Commander Wang Huzi saw Yang Ling's unscrupulous order to move the ammunition, and his eyebrows were slightly worried, worried that he would be held accountable.

As the saying goes, it is better to offend a gentleman than to offend a villain. In Wang Huzi's view, the section chief surnamed Lu is a complete villain. Sometimes a villain stabs a knife in the back, which is impossible to guard against, so he kindly reminded Yang Ling.

Yang Lingtian was not afraid of anything. These ammunition piled up like a mountain and were not distributed to the troops. As a result, most of them fell into the hands of the devils after the fall of Nanjing. In his opinion, it is better to let them fight the devils now than to fall into the hands of the devils.

But Wang Huzi reminded him that even though he had warned the section chief surnamed Lu, if he went to file a complaint, he would really be unable to bear it. Looting ammunition depots in wartime is a felony.

"Go get a pen and paper and ask Lu to write a batch of notes. Then we will justifiably collect the ammunition instead of carrying it without authorization. Even if we report to the war zone commander's department, we will not be afraid—" Yang Ling ordered after thinking for a while.

Wang Huzi had an inexplicable smile on his face when he heard Yang Ling's order. He wanted to be a whore and set up a memorial archway. Although his chief felt a little shameless playing such a rogue, but this is what he likes!

Now the army is chaotic and chaotic. If an officer's mind is too rigid and he is blindly bound by those rules, it will only make the soldiers who follow him bad luck.

Wang Huzi remembered that his previous battalion commander was because of a single mind, seeing that the devils had already taken a back road, he had to ask the commander for instructions before evacuating.

The result of this was that before the commander's order came down, the troops had already been surrounded by heavy devils. In the end, few of the battalion survived to break through, and the rest were all sacrificed. Even the battalion commander died in the breakout.

Wang Huzi took his life by chance, so he is not afraid of anything, except that he is afraid of encountering an unflexible officer, not only will he be finished, but he will also bring the brothers under him to finish.

Now their guerrilla battalion has almost run out of ammunition. If they go to the Garrison Commander's Office to apply for a permit to collect ammunition, given the deteriorating battlefield situation, they will have to go to the battlefield before the ammunition is received. I can fight the devils with a bayonet, and I don't know how many brothers will have to sacrifice at that time.

Wang Huzi likes a strong officer like Yang Ling. Although he will offend many people, at least his brothers will not die in vain if they follow him.

Chief Lu was beaten up by Fatty. Seeing Wang Huzi holding the approval slip for him to sign and seal, he was 1 unwilling. If he signed it, how could he sue?

"Chief Lu, do you still want to be beaten?"

Seeing Chief Lu's hesitation, Wang Huzi, who was full of flesh, knew what was on his mind, so he coldly reminded him.

Chief Lu felt Wang Huzi's malicious gaze, gritted his teeth and signed and stamped, cursing inwardly, just wait, there will be a day when you will cry!

"Hey, that's right," Wang Huzi smiled when he saw Chief Lu signed and stamped, and relaxed.

Yang Ling and the others returned to Daguang Road with a large amount of weapons and ammunition. Chief Lu stood on the steps and stared at their backs with vicious eyes and left, unable to let go of it for a long time.

"Don't think that you can escape by signing and stamping, offending me, you will die without knowing how to die!" Chief Lu cursed secretly in his heart.

Naturally, Yang Ling didn't know that Section Chief Lu had hated them, but he didn't care at all. Even if the surname Lu had a backer behind him, he, Yang Ling, was not afraid at all. , besides, he still has the approval slip in hand.

Yang Ling and the others used a cart to pull a large amount of weapons and ammunition back to Daguang Road, causing a sensation immediately, and the brothers from the guerrilla battalion surrounded them with bright eyes.

There are all kinds of weapons in their hands, and there are many tattered ones. Seeing so many excellent weapons and equipment, they are like wolves smelling fishy, ​​eager to swallow them in one gulp.

The student soldiers had carried stretchers and assisted in rescuing the wounded after fighting for so long. At this moment, they stretched their necks, eager to own a gun of their own, and their eyes were full of longing.

Those veterans crowded forward and put the orange bullets in their pockets while others were not paying attention.

They were poor and afraid, the bullets issued by Shangfeng were not enough to fit between their teeth, so whenever they had a chance, they would get bullets everywhere. If they didn't have bullet guns, they would just burn fire sticks and beat fart devils.

"Look at how promising you are, let me line up over there!" Yang Ling also saw the tricks of the veterans, laughed and cursed loudly.

The veterans smiled mischievously, but they were not prepared to put back the bullets in their pockets. For them, they would never think they had too many bullets.

Thousands of good brothers gathered and occupied almost half of the street. Yang Ling climbed up the blown-down broken wall, overlooking every brother's face from a condescending height.

These brothers were temporarily added to his guerrilla battalion by several crippled companies. Each of them had dirty and mottled military uniforms, but their expressions were still determined, and they were all Yang Ling's soldiers now.

"Brothers, when you arrived at the guerrilla camp, you gave your life to me, Yang Ling, and you trusted me! I, Yang Ling, thank you brothers here first! Thank you!" Yang Ling bowed to the standing brothers .

Seeing Yang Ling say that suddenly, the brothers were a little puzzled, they didn't speak, and waited for Yang Ling's next words.

Yang Ling straightened up, paused, and continued: "I, Yang Ling, have no skills. I can't guarantee that the brothers will eat delicacies from mountains and seas every day, and I can't guarantee that the brothers will walk off the battlefield alive. But since you have followed me, Yang Ling, it is my Yang Ling's. Bing, we are brothers who live and die together!"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, many people's blood boiled immediately. As an officer, he always stands above the top and doesn't care about the life and death of the people below. He also speaks lies and lies. Therefore, the relationship between officers and soldiers is not good, it's just a purely superior-subordinate relationship. , Once the war is unfavorable, most of the time the officers will run away first, and the sense of belonging among the soldiers is not strong.

Now that they heard with their own ears that Yang Ling told the truth and regarded them as brothers, they were very moved and very fortunate to have met such a good officer.

Yang Ling pointed to the piled-up sophisticated weapons and said, "These weapons and ammunition are my meeting gifts from Yang Ling to everyone. As long as you follow me and fight devils well! I, Yang Ling, will never treat you badly!"

"Okay!" A veteran applauded loudly, and the brothers also shouted: "Follow Commander Yang and fight devils!"

"Distribute the ammunition now!" Seeing the high morale, Yang Ling smiled, "Enough ammunition!"

Text Chapter 293 Dress Up

The guerrilla battalion was made up of many crippled companies. The composition of the soldiers was complicated and their cohesion was not strong, but Yang Ling didn't have enough time for training.

Now he is the battalion commander of the guerrilla battalion, their commander, and has official positions. Even if these soldiers are unwilling, they have to obey his orders to fight and work hard.

But Yang Ling knew that it was possible to rely on official rank to make the subordinates obey orders in the rear, but it would not work in the frontline troops, because the soldiers would never get the true loyalty and dedication.

Once the city of Nanjing is broken and the order collapses, these brothers will all want to flee for their lives in the face of life and death. I am afraid that the order of the chief will not work at that time.

In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, there is only one way. Only by treating these soldiers as brothers who share life and death, get along with them, integrate with them, and gain their respect and recognition, instead of relying on official ranks to make them obey orders, can we survive the difficult times? In such an environment, they will follow them to the death, and they will not scatter like birds.

Yang Ling didn't have any extra nonsense, he just said one meaning, that is, he, Yang Ling, would live and die with them, treating them as brothers, not subordinates.

In fact, these brothers do not have high requirements, they only need an officer who can be of one mind with them, who can lead them to victory, because they have been abandoned countless times by officers who are greedy for life and fear of death, and they are really afraid.

Now that the officer, Yang Ling, has made his statement and brought them countless sophisticated weapons, what Yang Ling has done has convinced them and made them feel at ease. This also makes them feel that it is right to follow Yang Ling, and they are willing to follow him They will not be allowed to die in vain.

"Anyone who knows how to shoot a machine gun raises his hand!"

Yang Ling's voice was still loud. Seeing how confident he was as an officer, the worries and fears of the brothers in the guerrilla battalion disappeared invisibly.

As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, a brother raised his hand: "Mr. Yang, I am from the Guangxi Army, and I can shoot a machine gun!"

"Mr. Yang, I used to be from the Northeast Army. I have been fighting machine guns for five years!" The former brother from the Northeast Army raised his hand not to be outdone.

"Me too!" Many people in the crowd shouted and raised their hands.

Seeing that these brothers signed up so enthusiastically, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their willingness to raise their hands meant that they were willing to live and die with him, and willing to work for themselves, otherwise they could be silent.

"All those who can shoot machine guns come out, go over there and get machine guns!" Yang Ling pointed to the side and ordered.

This time he deliberately moved back a full 25 Czech-style light machine guns. He intends to form a machine gun company to strengthen the firepower output of the guerrilla battalion.