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

"Brother Yang, you are really lucky. Now you are in the 74th Army, which is the main force of the Central Army that the chairman values. As long as you fight a few battles, your future is limitless. Next time we meet, I will salute you and call you Commander Yang." Slightly."

Listening to Zhao Wenbin's sour ridicule, Yang Ling also waved his hands and said: "Brother Zhao, don't be jealous. As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Although our 74th Army has achieved a little fame, it has also become a thorn in the devil's flesh." , with the little devil's temperament of vengeance, the next time we meet, we will not greet us to death, let alone get promoted and get rich, whether we can survive is another matter."

"According to me, it's better for you Gendarmerie to stay in this safe rear area. There are no combat missions. You don't have to go hungry, and you don't have to sleep with your guns in your arms all day long. How comfortable is your life? What else do you want? fulfilled."

Just as Yang Ling was talking, the owner of the tavern personally delivered two jars of wine, a plate of peanuts and a plate of sauced meat.

Zhao Wenbin took off the mud seal of the wine jar, poured a full glass of wine for Yang Ling himself, and then filled it himself.

Looking at Zhao Wenbin's actions, Yang Ling also guessed that he had something on his mind.

"Brother Yang, let me tell you the truth, although staying in the gendarmerie has no worries about food and clothing, and you don't have to fight bloody devils on the front line, but in this gentle village, it is easy for people to wear down their hard work and forget about the country's hatred and family hatred .”

"Since our Northeast Army entered the customs with the young marshal, all the four eastern provinces have been lost to the little devils. My house has been taken over, and my parents don't know whether they are dead or alive. I want to fight back even in my dreams."

As Zhao Wenbin spoke, he started drinking again. Yang Ling raised his glass to touch him, and asked, "Since you don't want to hang out in the Gendarmerie, why didn't you go back to the original army?"

Hearing Yang Ling's question, Zhao Wenbin, who was slightly drunk, gave a wry smile and said, "Why didn't I want to fight devils with those old brothers, and I wanted to fight back to the Northeast as soon as possible, but Brother Yang, you don't know something, and I also have difficulties ah."

Zhao Wenbin said: "Since our Northeast Army entered the customs, we have been scattered and disorderly organized into various war zones, and have become the abandoned sons of our stepmothers. Where there are bad battles, we are sent there to become cannon fodder. The brothers suffered heavy casualties and were not equipped. Instead, the numbers were revoked one by one, my brothers and I feel wronged."

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"I can see it clearly. Our Northeast Army has no chance to fight back, so I took my brothers and voted for the gendarmerie. I don't want to be cannon fodder anymore, and I will be a dead ghost."

Yang Ling also sighed in his heart. The old man wanted to divide and disintegrate the troops of various provinces, and his methods were extremely skillful. Now that the Northeast Army has lost its foundation, he will definitely try his best to reduce the strength of the Northeast Army.

But Yang Ling was aware of this, but he couldn't tell Zhao Wenbin clearly, so he could only comfort and persuade him to make him think about it.

"Let's not talk about these sad things. You are well-informed in the gendarmerie. Tell me if you have any valuable news recently."

Yang Ling saw that Zhao Wenbin was slightly drunk, and if he continued talking like this, something would happen, so he changed the topic in time.

After Yang Ling and his troops withdrew from the Lanfeng battlefield, they had been on the train all the time, and there was no news. Now they could learn about the outside situation from Zhao Wenbin.

"There are so many valuable news, what do you want to hear?"

"Of course it's about the army. We are not interested in anything else when we serve as soldiers."

Yang Ling is naturally concerned about the next battle. After all, the battle of Lanfeng is over. If he remembers correctly, the next step for the devils is to attack Wuhan. It is said that if you know yourself and the enemy, you will win a hundred battles. He also wants to hear some news in advance.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Wenbin said: "Let's talk about your Lanfeng battlefield first. Han Mulong, the commander of the 88th Division guarding Lanfeng, was shot to death yesterday."

Hearing the news, Yang Ling wasn't too surprised. After all, Lan Feng failed to encircle and wipe out the Tufeiyuan Division, and someone had to come out as a scapegoat. He felt a little worthless for the commander of the 88th Division.

The 88th Division was the main force of German weapons that fought against Shanghai and Nanjing. Although it had no credit, it also had hard work. Who knew that it had become a scapegoat in Lanfeng City. Logically speaking, there should be someone else who should be shot.

"The commander of the 27th Army, Gui Yongqing, and the commander of the Eighth Army, Huang Jie, were also dismissed on the spot. This time, the chairman was furious. I'm afraid they will never have a chance to stand up again." Zhao Wenbin continued.

Regarding the result of this handling, Yang Ling also sighed slightly. He is really a direct general of the Central Army, and the chairman still has some selfish intentions. If he were a miscellaneous general who retreated from the battlefield without authorization, he would have been shot and killed a long time ago. put the processing.

Body 4 Chapter Twenty Recruiting

Yang Ling and the others temporarily stopped in Hankou for a night of rest, drinking and chatting with old friends until late at night.

Zhao Wenbin, who was full of worries, drank a lot of wine, and his steps were a little staggering, but it was really not easy to meet old acquaintances in the turbulent years.

"Brother Yang... the bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes, you...you take care, when you want to relax, send a message to my brother, my position as battalion commander is for you, I will help you..."

"Okay, brother, I've written down what you said. I can't get along anymore, so I'm here to join you. Now go back and have a good sleep. Let's get in touch later."

Seeing Zhao Wenbin, who was a little confused, Yang Ling called a rickshaw, gave the driver a silver dollar, and asked him to take Zhao Wenbin back to his residence.

"Brother Yang, remember...remember to send the message." Zhao Wenbin yelled indistinctly while sitting on the rickshaw, and Yang Ling waved with a smile.

Watching the rickshaw pulling Zhao Wenbin get farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the night, Yang Ling felt inexplicably lost.

From the Battle of Songhu to the present, Luo Dayong, the fat man, the second fool, Yang Dashu and many other brothers have all fallen down. There are fewer and fewer old brothers and more and more recruits. An unspeakable sense of loneliness enveloped the whole body.

"Lieutenant, let's go back."

Hu Zi, an orderly and guard, looked at Yang Ling standing there with a melancholy face, and broke the silence.

A gust of cool wind hit Yang Ling's head sobered up a lot. He took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Let's go back."

Yang Ling and the others received the order to go east to Jiujiang, so at dawn, before they had time to say goodbye to their old friend Zhao Wenbin, their troops went straight to Jiujiang without stopping.

The flames of war spread across the land of China, the green mountains and green waters turned into scorched earth, and the towns were turned into ruins.

On the road that Yang Ling and the others drove to Jiujiang, there were overwhelmingly refugees fleeing from refugees. The road was crowded with cattle and sheep, and carriages full of packages. There was an unspeakable atmosphere on the sultry ground.

The retrograde troops walked for several days on the road full of refugees before they arrived at the place where the main force of the 74th Army was stationed - De'an, Jiangxi.

De'an City is not big, relatively speaking, it is only equivalent to a large market in the coastal area. However, De'an is adjacent to Poyang Lake in the east and Lushan Mountain in the west. It is an important town on the Nanxun Line, and its strategic location is very important.

"Our task is to guard De'an and be responsible for the defense along the Nanxun Railway."

Yang Ling and the others received a new mission, not a combat mission, but a rare security mission. This is rare good news for the brothers who have been fighting for several months.

The 301st Regiment where Yang Ling and the others belonged belonged to the rear troops of the 74th Army. After arriving in De'an, the better quarters were occupied by other brigades and regiments, so they had to be stationed in a remote town.

"The battalions are set up outside the town, and everyone is not allowed to disturb the people without permission."

After the troops arrived in the town, the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, politely declined the invitation of the local gentry, and stationed the troops two miles away from the town.

Yang Ling agreed with this approach with both hands. Although the military discipline of the troops is much better than that of other miscellaneous troops, there is no guarantee that everyone can control themselves.

The repeated vicious battles resulted in heavy casualties, and too many replenishments resulted in many brothers having a weak sense of military discipline and often having conflicts with the local residents.

The conflict has greatly affected the military-civilian relationship, so the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, strictly restrained the troops this time to prevent the past from happening again.

"All battalion and company commanders, listen carefully, and take care of your brothers. If anyone makes trouble and let the common people find him, I don't want to hear the explanation. The immediate subordinate officer will be dismissed and investigated on the spot!"

The so-called heavy codes in troubled times, the head of the regiment Zhang Handuo is also well versed in this reason, he summoned officers at all levels and gave a murderous warning.

These battalion and company commanders have nothing to say about fighting. Even if there is a hail of bullets ahead, they dare to rush forward, but they are not far behind in making mistakes, and they often make troubles in the garrison.

"Tell the brothers to take care of the things in the crotch. If there is another widow crying and running to the camp to find a father for the baby, I will kill him!"

Seeing the stern faces of the brethren, Zhang Handuo cursed in a rare humorous way, which made the brethren laugh out loud.

Far from the flames of war, Yang Ling and the others won a short rest again.

The Battle of Lanfeng caused the entire 74th Army to lose more than 4000 brothers, and even ran out of weapons and ammunition. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to rest and reorganize, all troops hurriedly replenished the battle damage through various means and trained soldiers to meet the new battle. fighting.

The 74th Army that Yang Ling and the others belonged to was still under the command of Xue Yue's First Corps, but it was placed under the control of the newly established Ninth War Zone and temporarily deployed on the De'an and Nanxun railway lines.

The Ninth War Zone added a batch of reinforcements to the 74th Army from the rear, most of them came from Sichuan and Jiangxi, and they were full-fledged recruits.