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

"Yes!" Wu Jiang, the deputy battalion commander of the security battalion, responded, and hurriedly led the people straight to Guanghua Gate.

Just when Liu Xing was upset, Chief Lu Ke, the person in charge of the ammunition depot with a bruised nose and a swollen face, rushed to the Guanghuamen frontline headquarters crying.

"Mr. Liu, you have to make the decision for me!"

As soon as Chief Lu stepped into the door with his back foot, he knelt down on his front knee and fell at Liu Xing's feet, howling with snot and tears.

The staff officers in the headquarters all cast their gazes over, looking at Chief Lu with a bruised nose and swollen face, wondering what happened.

Liu Xing knew Chief Lu, and he also knew that He Yaozu, the director of the Military Commission, was his relative. For this reason, he specially called Chief Lu to warn him, telling him to ensure the supply of ammunition for the frontline troops. The section chief neglected his duty.

Seeing Lu Ke with a bruised nose and a swollen face, Liu Xing was upset at first, but there were still so many messes, so he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Liu, you have to decide for me. Someone not only plundered the ammunition depot, but also beat me, and even threatened to kill me! I'm dead!"

"What! Who is so bold to plunder the ammunition depot!" Liu Xing was also taken aback. Shocked, he stood up suddenly: "Say, they belong to that army, and I will punish them severely!"

Now that the battle on the front line is tense, the importance of the ammunition depot is self-evident. Now that someone has robbed the ammunition depot, how can we not make him angry.

Seeing Liu Xing's anger, Chief Lu's fat face flashed a smug look, and then he continued to cry: "It's from the guerrilla battalion, led by the battalion commander Yang Ling, they robbed countless ammunition... ..."

When Liu Ming, the staff officer, heard that Section Chief Lu said it was Yang Ling, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.

Without waiting for Liu Xing to speak, he hurriedly said: "Chief Lu, you can eat this food indiscriminately, but don't talk nonsense. Is there any evidence for you to say that Battalion Commander Yang sent troops to loot the ammunition depot? I know he is leading troops now Fighting against devils at Guanghuamen—"

"All the soldiers guarding the ammunition depot can testify to me that the wounds on my body were all caused by Yang Ling!" Speaking of this, Chief Lu burst into tears again: "He almost killed me, Mr. Liu, I almost lost sight of you—”

"Okay, okay, stop crying, stand up and talk." Liu Xing was upset by Chief Lu's crying, and waved him impatiently to make him stand up.

"Mr. Liu, Battalion Commander Yang is fighting bloody battles against the devils on the front line. It is probably unfair to conclude that it is the fault of Battalion Commander Yang just based on Chief Lu's words. It is better to wait for Battalion Commander Yang to come back and investigate. How do you like this?"

Staff officer Liu Ming once fought in the same trench as Yang Ling, and Yang Ling had saved his life, so he tried his best to speak up for Yang Ling at this moment.

Chief Lu's eyes flashed with viciousness: "Mr. Liu, if you don't order that man surnamed Yang to be arrested, he will run away. I heard them say that Nanjing can't be defended anymore, and they want to rush out with weapons and ammunition. They want to be a deserter." ah."

Liu Xing was still hesitating at first, after all, holding Yang Ling accountable now might chill the hearts of his brothers, but when he suddenly heard what Section Chief Lu said, he was immediately furious.

"What you said is true?!"

Chief Lu Ke patted his chest and said, "I heard it very clearly!"

Staff officer Liu Ming was also in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Chief Lu, you don't want to be bloody, why is Battalion Commander Yang a deserter?"

"I guarantee my head, so Yang Ling will be a deserter!"

Liu Xing thought that Yang Ling had privately led the troops out of the city to fight back, and he was a little suspicious of Yang Ling. He was about to order Yang Ling to be brought back for interrogation, when dusty soldiers rushed into the headquarters.

"report!"

The visitor knocked his heels on the ground, saluted Liu Xing and the others and shouted: "Sir, our guerrilla battalion has repelled the devils and regained the Zhonghe Bridge position!"

"What?!" Liu Xing strode forward: "You said you took back the Zhonghe Bridge position?"

"Just took it back! The devil has retreated to the engineering school area, and the battalion commander asked me to come back and ask for ammunition support!"

Liu Xing clapped his palms and smiled: "Okay! Wow!"

At this moment, Section Chief Lu was also secretly complaining in his heart, he did not expect that this person surnamed Yang was so powerful.

Liu Ming was also very happy: "Chief Lu, I'm afraid you heard it wrong. Yang Ling and the others didn't go to be deserters, but to fight the devils. You should hurry back and prepare ammunition, and deliver it to Battalion Commander Yang and the others."

Chief Lu went to Liu Xing: "Mr. Liu, but they sent troops to loot the ammunition depot..."

"Chief Lu, this must be a misunderstanding, let's stop this matter." Liu Xing interrupted Chief Lu.

Chief Lu also understood at this moment that Liu Xing was unwilling to pursue the matter, and he could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, swallowing bitterness in his stomach.

When Chief Lu left, Liu Xing sighed. If there were fewer intrigues and more people who contributed to the country, how could the country become what it is today.

Text Chapter 300 Bloody Battle ([-])

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion quickly built a new line of defense on the dilapidated streets. Sandbags and barbed wire were densely packed, and the narrow and dilapidated streets were almost blocked.

Yang Ling and the others knew the devil's attack routine, so they left a few observation posts, and the rest of the brothers all retreated to a strong house a few hundred meters away to brag and talk.

A full truck of ammunition was also sent to the Zhonghe Bridge position from the rear, and Liu Xing, the deputy commander of the garrison, also came with verbal praise, saying that their guerrilla battalion is the pillar of the country and the example of the entire army. I hope they will continue to be brave Kill the enemy, don't live up to the leader's expectations.

The praise from Deputy Commander Liu Xing made many recruits feel as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their fighting spirit became high, as if they were really talents.

The veterans who rolled over from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood didn't care. Their ears were callused after hearing these words. This was just a sugar-coated cannonball to encourage them to be cannon fodder.

It was rare for the Commander's Department to be generous and sent sufficient weapons, ammunition and food, but Yang Ling was not in a happy mood at all. It was because they wanted them to stay in Nanjing.

Yang Ling patrolled the positions of each company with a gun in his hand. His figure was like a shot in the arm, reassuring the brothers that he, the officer, was with them.

"Little brother, aren't you afraid of fighting?" Yang Ling lost his seriousness when he was fighting, and became very kind.

The student soldier replied falteringly: "I'm not afraid..."

Yang Ling smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm not afraid it's fake. I was afraid when I went to the battlefield. I was so scared that I almost peed my pants."

Hearing the self-mockery of the officer Yang Ling, the student soldier chuckled, and suddenly felt that he was not ashamed to be afraid, and admitted, "Sir, I'm actually scared too."

Yang Ling encouraged and said: "Don't be afraid to stand up, a man. There are [-] people from our country behind us waving the flag and shouting. We are fighting a national war, so we can't embarrass the elders in our hometown."

"Yes!"

Yang Ling's words seemed to have infinite power, dispelling the tension and anxiety in the student soldier's heart and making him firm.

The Guanghuamen counterattack made the guerrilla battalion earn enough face and stood up in front of the brother troops. Yang Ling, the battalion commander, contributed a lot, but he also knew that without the hard work of his brothers, Yang Ling, even if he had three heads and six arms, would be useless.

Veterans struggled in the hail of bullets, and naturally they would not be fooled into working hard like recruits. What they cared about was real things.

"Qin Shou, bring out some silver dollars."

Almost all the silver dollars seized by the guerrilla battalion were handed over to Qin Shou for safekeeping, and they were also regarded as the guerrilla battalion's own mobile treasury, used to buy scarce medicines and food, because the top-up distribution was a drop in the bucket and not enough.

Qin Shou, the big butler, pulled the canvas bag and asked distressedly: "Battle Commander, how much do you want?"

Yang Ling thought for a while and said, "Take two hundred silver dollars."

The glaring two hundred silver dollars were heavy in his hands. Yang Ling called some brave veterans over and praised them in public.

"Shunzi, your investigative platoon did a good job, this time you will be rewarded with fifty silver dollars. Work hard."

Shunzi grinned, knocked his heels to stand at attention, raised his hand to salute Yang Ling, but Yang Ling stopped him with a smile: "You want the devil to shoot me black, don't you?"

Shunzi smiled mischievously, and hurriedly took the silver dollar from Yang Ling's hand, his heart was full of joy, and when the battle was over, he could go have a good time again.