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

Hearing Yang Ling speak, Zhang Liechen finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't an enemy.

"Do you have evidence?" Although Zhang Liechen was somewhat convinced, he still wanted to ask one more question.

"Huzi, show him the letter of appointment—" Yang Ling ordered, and Huzi handed the letter of appointment to Zhang Liechen.

After Zhang Liechen confirmed it, he raised his hand and gave Yang Ling a military salute: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry for being injured in a humble position, so I can't get up..."

When Liu Liang heard that Yang Ling was actually the new team leader, his heart was also very hot. Wouldn't it be a lot of money to catch them all, but he still couldn't show it.

"It turned out to be Officer Yang. I'm sorry, please take a seat." Liu Liang warmly invited Yang Ling and the others to take a seat.

"Housekeeper, make some arrangements and ask the kitchen to make more food and wine quickly. Mr. Yang and the others must be hungry after a long journey."

"Okay!" said the butler and was about to leave.

"Who dares to move!"

Before the butler could step out, Wang Huzi fiercely put the muzzle of the gun on the butler's chest, scaring the butler into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Yang, what are you..." Seeing Wang Huzi draw out his gun, Zhang Liechen didn't understand either.

"A large number of puppet soldiers are rushing here, do you think I still have the heart to eat and drink?" Yang Ling sneered and said, "I'm afraid I will become a ghost after eating."

"A puppet army is coming?!" Zhang Liechen and the others were half sober when they heard this.

"It's true."

"Mr. Yang, you are new here and don't understand the situation. The enemy is powerful. Let's move as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to leave if we are surrounded."

Zhang Liechen and the others were really frightened by the fierce firepower in the morning. When they heard the enemy coming, they subconsciously wanted to run away.

Text Chapter 726 Morale

Zhang Liechen and the others had already been knocked out of their souls during the day's battle. Hearing that a large number of enemies were approaching Xiaowangzhuang, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment in the yard suddenly panicked. The sound kept ringing.

It's not that Zhang Liechen and the others are greedy for life and afraid of death, after all, in Qinghe Town, they fought bravely and fought against the devils.

But the devils and puppet army not only have a large number of people, but also cannons. They have been defeated relying on the solid trench fortifications of Qinghe Town.

"Stop for me!"

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas looked flustered and depressed. They wanted to run, but Yang Ling and the others stopped them with guns.

Wang Huzi and his group of brothers all came down from the battlefield of near-death in all seriousness. Wherever they stood with their guns, they had an aura of calm and self-importance, which immediately made the guerrillas stagnate.

"Why? Just a few puppet soldiers scared you like this. Are you still a brave and fearless guerrilla?!"

Yang Ling stared at the group of ragged and depressed guerrilla officers and soldiers, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas bowed their heads in shame. A few hours ago, they were indeed brave and fearless, daring to fight the devils and puppet troops in Qinghe Town, but now they are only focused on running for their lives.

"Mr. Yang, we don't want to run away, but we really can't fight. The enemy is too strong. During the day, hundreds of brothers were sacrificed..."

At this moment, Zhang Liechen was also supported by someone to come to Yang Ling, explaining his grievances.

"Who says you can't fight?! I think you don't want to fight—" Yang Ling sneered.

Hearing what Yang Ling said, Zhang Liechen's eyes turned red immediately, and he shouted excitedly: "Who said we don't want to fight! We also want to avenge the hundreds of brothers who died, and we also want to take back Qinghe Town, but how do we fight?" ? We've run out of bullets. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It's better to transfer it first..."

"Bullshit!" Before Zhang Liechen finished speaking, Yang Ling interrupted him: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, it's just an excuse for his own failure!"

"So many brothers of our guerrilla team died in Qinghe Town, we have suffered a loss! We can't just swallow our anger like this! We have to find our way back! Let the puppet army and little devils know that our guerrilla team is not easy to mess with!"

Hearing Yang Ling's sonorous and forceful words, the guerrilla brothers who had been demoralized by the defeat raised their heads one after another, and their spirits cheered up. Yes, they couldn't swallow their anger.

"Remember to me, in our guerrilla team, there will be no bullshit in the future, and it will not be too late to take revenge for ten years. If you have revenge, you must report it to me on the spot!"

"Yes, we want revenge! We want revenge for the brothers who died!"

As soon as the cold wind blew, the guerrillas came to their senses. Encouraged by Yang Ling, they jumped onto the table and roared, waving their arms.

"Revenge! Let's fight back!"

The low morale of the guerrillas was swept away, replaced by raging anger, and they shouted and clamored.

Seeing these guerrilla brothers who had regained some morale, Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction.

If you want to regain the confidence of the defeated troops, the best way is to let them get up from where they fell, otherwise they will have subconscious fear when facing the same enemy in the future.

When the Chinese army was beaten badly by the well-equipped little devils on the Songhu battlefield, many officers and soldiers who escaped left a shadow on their psychology, so that when they faced the devils again, they would always be subconsciously afraid and fearful, and subconsciously thought that I can't beat myself.

On the battlefield bombarded by artillery fire, this kind of fear would be infinitely magnified, so that the ghosts were not seen at all, but the hundreds of people guarding the position collapsed without a fight.

As a result, the devils occupied many towns without bloodshed, and it often happened that the Chinese army was defeated for thousands of miles.

Later, under the influence of victories such as the Battle of Taierzhuang and the Battle of Wanjialing, the Chinese army regained some confidence.

Yang Ling knew that Zhang Liechen and the others were frightened by the devils in the daytime battle, and left a shadow in his heart. What he needs to do now is to fight an eye for an eye, rebuild the morale of this newly defeated army, and restore their morale. Morale!Remove their fear!

"Now, I order you in the name of the new detachment leader! Gather outside! Follow me and wipe out the enemies who are rushing!" Yang Ling ordered in a cold voice with a serious expression.

"Yes!"

These guerrilla officers and soldiers who were still in panic just now, faced Yang Ling, a new chief who acted vigorously and resolutely, as if they had found their backbone again, and they agreed without hesitation. Once they said the words, they themselves felt incredible .

Although the brothers of the guerrillas still looked in distress, and many of them were covered in blood, but in Yang Ling's few words, they seemed to be different again, no longer lifeless as before, but rejuvenated.

Zhang Liechen originally wanted to stop him, but Yang Ling, the new chief, was not familiar with the situation, which led to another failure. But when he saw the brothers rushing out of the yard to gather, he suddenly had some expectation that maybe Yang Ling could really lead them to victory.

Xiaowangzhuang became noisy, and the brothers gathered nervously amidst the yelling of the officers, and the footsteps were chaotic.

And the people in Zhuangzi who learned that there was going to be a battle here were also packing their things silently, preparing to go out to avoid the coming battle. Their faces were full of sorrow, and they didn't know whether this battle would destroy Zhuangzi. Will their home survive the bombardment.

But this is war, they are unarmed ordinary people, they are powerless to stop, sometimes they can only watch their homes being beaten to pieces by both sides and they are powerless.

"Mr. Yang, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to defend Zhuangzi with this little force..."

Zhang Liechen was still worried. After all, this village had no fortifications or trenches. Even if they could hold out for a while, once the devils pulled the cannons over, they would be finished.

Yang Ling didn't even think about fighting the enemy who rushed over in the Zhuangzi. Facing the enemy with superiority, it would be courting death if he defended and fought hard. He wasn't that stupid.

"Who said I'm going to guard Zhuangzi?" Yang Ling laughed.

Zhang Liechen was also taken aback, how could he fight if he didn't defend Zhuangzi?His subconscious still had the theory of formal warfare, which was the main reason why he failed in Qinghe Town.

"Mr. Yang, if you don't guard Zhuangzi, how can you fight?" Zhang Liechen was full of doubts.

Yang Ling replied: "We are guerrillas, so naturally we fight guerrilla warfare."