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

Yang Ling beckoned to the guard Huzi and said, "Huzi, come here, you go and tell the company platoon leaders to ask them to temporarily borrow all the private money saved by the brothers, and pay for the meal later."

"Deputy regiment, Uncle Liu and the others told us to treat us to dinner." Huzi was a little puzzled by Yang Ling's order, and complained, "Besides, just one or two meals, there's no need to pay, right?"

"Why should we eat and drink the food that people have worked so hard to grow? If every army came to eat, we would make him poor. Why do you let him eat?" Yang Ling taught Hu son.

Seeing that Huzi was still hesitating, Yang Ling urged, "Don't dawdle, just do as I say."

"Yes!" The guard Huzi turned around and ran out the door.

The heavy rain overnight made the mountains look like they had been soaked in water, the roads were muddy, and the Devils' troops would be unable to fight for a while because they were equipped with a large number of heavy weapons. Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and the brothers could finally rest.

When Yang Ling walked into the main room, the elderly man surnamed Liu was busy serving food on the table with his family, and the bowls and chopsticks were already set on the Eight Immortals table. Seeing Yang Ling approaching, the old man surnamed Liu hurriedly greeted him.

"Mr. Yang, you slept well last night. Our remote village is not as good as the city. Please take care of me, Mr. Liu Xing." The old man Liu Xing was as polite as ever.

"Mr. Liu, you are welcome. We are all soldiers and fighters. We don't have to pay so much attention. These days, we sleep in the open air, and finally slept soundly last night. I have to thank you, Mr. Liu, for your hospitality."

Seeing that Yang Ling was so polite, Elder Liu warmly invited Yang Ling to take a seat: "Mr. Yang, you are welcome. Please take a seat. Let's talk while eating."

Yang Ling walked towards the Eight Immortals' table. There were four or five plates of side dishes and two roast chickens on the Eight Immortals' table. Although it was delicious and fragrant, Yang Ling frowned.

"Old Liu, it's enough to fill my stomach with simple tea and light food. How can I afford it?" Yang Ling also knew that the life of a farmer was hard, and he lived frugally on weekdays. He was only willing to eat meat during the holidays.

And when he waited for someone to arrive, Mr. Liu cooks meat and kills chickens. Such warm hospitality made Yang Ling very embarrassed. If he knew this, he shouldn't have stayed here last night. This is not for the villagers. Do you want to trouble me?

"Mr. Yang, you were born and killed on the battlefield to kill devils, and we can't offer anything good to entertain you in the mountains. It's just some simple food. Please don't be disgusted."

Seeing the warm invitation from Mr. Liu's family, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly: "Then thank you Mr. Liu."

Yang Ling waved to a few guards and said, "Come over and eat together."

After hearing Yang Ling's words, several guard brothers also came over to take a seat one after another. Those who were hungry and full on the battlefield all moved their index fingers when they saw the table full of food.

Yang Ling turned his head to look at the Liu family members who were still busy in the house, and said to Mr. Liu, "Mr. Liu, let everyone come out to eat together. We can't eat so much food."

"Mr. Yang, let's eat first. Don't worry about them. After they pack up, there is still food in the pot." Although Mr. Liu said it lightly, there was an unconcealable sense of loneliness on his face.

"Uncle Liu, what are you packing up for? Are you going to leave relatives?" A guard brother watched the eldest son of the Liu family move the package out of the house, put it on the ox cart and fix it, and asked in puzzlement.

Mr. Liu sighed helplessly: "To tell the truth, the boss, the army sent us a notice early in the morning, saying that the devils were coming, and asked the whole village to take refuge in De'an..."

After hearing what Uncle Liu said, the brother who asked the question was stunned, and even the brother who was eating with a bowl fell silent.

If they could defeat the devils in Ruichang County, maybe the people in this village would not have to flee. Thinking of this, it felt like something was blocking their throats, which made them feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yang Ling also sighed slightly, turned his head and said, "Old Liu, it's our army's incompetence that made you suffer."

"Mr. Yang, don't say that. These days, I saw a lot of bosses who were blown up and their arms and legs were missing. I know that you have tried your best. You have been born to death. We are old and cannot fight the enemy. What's the point of going out for a few days to escape."

Mr. Liu began to wipe away his tears as he spoke. He has lived here all his life. Although he said he would go out and avoid it for a few days, who knows when he will come back.

Although the food on the table was plentiful, but thinking that these hospitable villagers would become refugees far away from their hometown because of the arrival of the devils, Yang Ling and the others couldn't swallow the food, and wished they could kill all the devils now.

But the little devil was fierce and fierce, and his weapons and equipment were all powerful, so he couldn't be killed so easily. Yang Ling wanted to say a few words to comfort Mr. Liu, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.

Yang Ling and the others hurriedly had breakfast, and Hu Zi, the guard, also came back from the outside. Yang Ling learned from Hu Zi that the brothers who lived in each house were well received.

Faced with these simple and enthusiastic villagers, Yang Ling's heart was filled with emotion. When the nation was suffering, they were not the only soldiers who fought bloody battles on the front line to defend the country.

Thousands of people are silently giving, the army is fighting in the front, they donate money and food in the back, and even organized countless teams to go to the front to cook and carry stretchers to take care of the wounded.

When Yang Ling thought of their army's retreat all the way, thinking of the vast land that had been occupied by the enemy, and implicating these villagers to leave their homes, a strong sense of guilt rose in his heart. They failed the expectations of thousands of people.

After breakfast, the troops had assembled in the open space of the village. The brothers who had eaten and drank enough recovered some energy, and stood there silently.

But seeing those villagers who hurriedly packed up their things and prepared to evacuate, some were sympathetic, some were angry at the devils, and some were full of guilt, the team was silent.

Yang Ling sent the silver dollars collected from the brothers to the hands of the villagers, thanking them for their hospitality, which surprised and moved the villagers extremely.

"Sir, what's the matter, it's just a meal, how can I collect money." Seeing the two silver dollars stuffed in, some villagers hurriedly waved their hands and refused.

"Auntie, on behalf of the brothers of the 301st Regiment, I would like to thank you. Although the money is not much, it is also a wish from the brothers. Please accept it."

The money that the brothers collected was sent to the hands of the villagers one after another. These villagers who were about to leave their homes looked at the officers and soldiers in ragged clothes standing in line, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

"We will work hard to kill the enemy on the battlefield, so that all the villagers can return home as soon as possible!" Yang Ling raised his hand and saluted the villagers as soon as possible.

The brothers also followed suit, raising their hands in salute, and shouting in unison: "I am subjugated! I swear to the death that I will not be a subjugated slave!"

Seeing these scarred officers and soldiers saluting to them with dirty and tattered military uniforms, the eyes of the villagers who were about to leave their homes were moist, and various emotions were mixed, and some people couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry, what are you crying for? Let's go, let's all go. There are bosses fighting the devils here. We will come back one day." The elders in the village wiped their tears and shouted.

The bullock cart full of parcels creaked and ran over the muddy road. The villagers carried the parcels and walked away from their hometown step by step with tears in their eyes. Seeing these reluctant people, the brothers’ hearts were tightly squeezed Clenched his fist and vowed to beat the devil out of China.

Text Chapter 553 Ma Huiling

Ruichang County fell again, and the flames of war raged towards De'an. The atmosphere in the Mahuiling area in northern Jiangxi suddenly became tense. The scouts had sent back news that a large number of devils were heading here.

This time the devils learned the lesson of Minshan's defeat, and instead of crossing the mountains and taking shortcuts, they gathered heavy troops and pressed them directly along the road. There were tanks and armored vehicles on the ground clearing the way, and the roaring fleet of aircraft was covering them. It is imperative.

Although the devils took the road, the brothers had already blown up the bridges and important road sections along the way when they retreated. In addition, the heavy rain overnight made the road muddy, which slowed down the progress of the devils.

The Chinese army that had already withdrawn to the vicinity of Mahuiling also took advantage of the devils being delayed on the road, ignoring rest, busy day and night building fortifications and digging trenches.

The entire Mahuiling area has turned into a huge construction site. Countless troops are resting hidden in the mountain depressions. In various dangerous places and mountains, there are also countless brothers who are shirtless and working in full swing. Countless trenches are being built. forming.

In addition to the troops of the 74th Army, the 159th Division and the troops of the 25th Army also came up one after another. The black and dense ranks on the muddy road stretched endlessly, with banners flying, and the fighting enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers was high.

The retreating people were driving bullock carts, carrying parcels and crowding on the narrow road, watching these valiant troops marching against the current, and the sad and gloomy atmosphere of leaving their hometown was swept away.

The common people gave way one after another, standing in the wet wilderness, cheering for the troops heading to the battlefield with tears in their eyes.

"Fight Japanese imperialism! Swear to the death that you will not be a subjugated slave!"

"You have to fight devils hard!"

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The people shouted and cheered with grief and indignation, and the troops going to the front were encouraged, singing battle songs and going to the battlefield with their heads held high.

The mighty and majestic military songs and the shouts of the people converged into a torrent, which reverberated for a long time among the mountains and mountains, making people excited.

Although Yang Ling and his troops who had withdrawn from the front had ragged clothes and filthy appearance, they were still in high spirits in this situation. They wished they could get the ammunition and go back to fight the devils in blood.

The devil's bombing group kept swooping down from the clouds, and the devil's plane was so fierce and arrogant that it almost passed over the heads of the Chinese officers and soldiers.

"Da da da......"