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

Zhang Laizi, the battalion commander of the puppet army, originally wanted to yell and resist, but when he saw countless officers and soldiers with bayonets charging towards him in the flames, he was frightened to death.

"Withdraw, quickly withdraw—"

Zhang Laizi didn't dare to resist anymore, and under the guard of several puppet troops, he ran away towards Qinghe Town regardless of the dead and wounded subordinates.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The puppet soldiers were running in disorder, bullets were flying around, and puppet soldiers were constantly pierced by the bullets chasing behind them and fell into a pool of blood.

The so-called defeat is like a mountain, seeing the comrades beside him being shot and falling to the ground, the bullets that urge the life to scare the living puppet soldiers out of their minds, and they can't care about anyone, and run away.

How could Yang Ling and the others miss this opportunity to beat up the dog in the water, and chased after them fiercely.

It took more than ten minutes from the start of the battle to the defeat of the puppet army, and nearly a thousand puppet troops fled in all directions.

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were killed by the puppet army during the day, and many of their comrades were killed by the puppet army.

Text Chapter 729 Victory and return

The battlefield was in a mess, with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and the strong smell of blood. In the wasteland and in the ditches, there were corpses of puppet soldiers lying here and there.

The sound of gunfire was fading away, and Zhang Laizi's nearly a thousand puppet troops killed and injured hundreds, and the wounded were still rolling on the ground and howling.

The living ones were like frightened birds, fleeing in all directions in a panic, digging into the weeds and reeds, and some dropped their guns and knelt down to surrender.

"Dongming, take the brothers from the two squads out of the one-mile guard!"

"Huzi, you go after him and tell the chasing brothers to stop chasing and retreat!"

"The rest hurry up and clean up the battlefield! Treat the wounded."

In the burning fire, Yang Ling's expression was serious, and he gave a series of orders.

After this ambush, the puppet army was completely disabled and lost their combat effectiveness. After this shock, I believe they will not dare to come again in a short time.

After winning the battle, the brothers all had smiles on their faces, put away their guns and carried them on their backs, and began to treat the wounded and clean the battlefield.

"Tuan Zuo, what about these dog-legged wounded?"

Seeing the wounded soldiers of the puppet army gathered together, some brothers rushed over to ask Yang Ling for instructions.

"It's better to kill it, we have no medicine for these dog traitors—"

Some officers and soldiers of the previous guerrillas said indignantly that the faces of the wounded puppet soldiers turned pale.

These puppet troops followed their battalion commander Zhang Laizi to encircle and suppress the guerrillas left behind the enemy, and oppressed the people, doing many bad things.

"Sir, please forgive me, we don't want to give our lives to the devil, we just want to make a living..."

Seeing the murderous guerrilla officers and soldiers, the wounded puppet soldiers who could not escape also knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Yang Ling is not a bloodthirsty person. In this era of war and chaos, life is difficult. Most people don't really have a concept of patriotism, they just want to make a living.

The devils gave them a bite to eat, and they took advantage of the trend to become puppet soldiers. Of course, there are also those who are heinous and want to get promoted and get rich. These must be treated differently.

After all, they are still their compatriots, but they were blinded by the devil's policy of using China to control China. As long as they surrender sincerely, Yang Ling will not hesitate to give them a chance to reform themselves. able to enhance one's own strength.

"Bandage their wounds, register their names for interrogation, as long as they don't do any evil, those who are willing to go home, and those who are willing to leave the devils behind to join the team." Yang Ling ordered after thinking about it.

"Thank you, sir, for your life, thank you, sir, for your life..."

After hearing Yang Ling's words, these puppet soldiers who were originally anxious were grateful to Yang Ling.

If they had fallen into the hands of the guerrillas, nine out of ten they would have been killed by the angry guerrilla officers and soldiers, and they would have died. That's why they were attacked by Yang Ling and the others just now. Although the casualties were heavy, they still had to continue fighting. reason.

The guerrillas are ruthless to them, and they are also ruthless to the guerrillas. Once they come and go, the hatred between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper. Every time it is life and death, but the little devil is just reaping the benefits of the fisherman. I especially hope to see the Chinese beat their own people. .

On the other hand, Yang Ling hoped to change this situation. Although he treated these puppet soldiers, he could also take the initiative to let them go. The main purpose was to send a signal that the main enemy of their guerrillas was not their puppet soldiers, but devils.

As long as these puppet soldiers know this truth and know that they will not die even if they fall into the hands of the guerrillas, then they will not be able to fight the guerrillas so desperately next time. They are just begging for food anyway, why? Put your own life in it and work hard, let the devil see a joke.

"Detachment Captain, you can't let them go, let them go, what if they come to beat us again next time..."

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas did not understand this truth yet, and shouted one after another, not wanting to spare these injured puppet soldiers.

"Don't dare, we don't dare anymore..." The wounded puppet soldiers promised one after another.

Yang Ling insisted on changing the current state of Chinese people fighting against their own people, and wanted to break down the fighting spirit of the puppet army from within. Although the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas didn't understand, Yang Ling was an officer after all, so he could only implement it.

"After going back, live a good life. If we catch you again, you won't be so lucky next time." Yang Ling didn't forget to warn them.

These puppet soldiers thought they would die, but now that they were alive, they were grateful to Yang Ling, and they all nodded in agreement.

Soon, the chasing brothers also returned one after another, and more than 100 people were captured, and a lot of weapons and ammunition were seized. Everyone's face was filled with the joy of victory.

These guerrilla officers and soldiers were disheartened after being defeated in the daytime, and now under the leadership of Yang Ling, the new detachment leader, they beat up the puppet army severely, and they were also angry.

They were full of admiration for Yang Ling. Invisibly, Yang Ling had established a tall image in their hearts. Although he could not replace Zhang Liechen's position in their hearts in a short time, it was only a matter of time.

The wounds of the puppet soldiers were also bandaged. After screening, among the captured puppet troops, several heinous platoon leaders of the puppet troops were shot on the spot.

Most of the rest were let go, and there were more than 20 people who were willing to stay and join Yang Ling and the others to fight devils together, which was not a small gain.

Although the brothers didn't understand Yang Ling's way of doing this, to them, an enemy was an enemy, and killing them was a matter of course.

But Yang Ling knew that killing was endless. Even if these puppet soldiers were killed, the devils would still have nothing to lose, just recruit another batch.

But the families of these puppet soldiers who were killed will definitely not hate devils, but will hate their guerrillas, which will lose the foundation of the people, so they fight guerrillas, not only to fight devils, but also to win the hearts of the people. Unity can unite all power.

"Hey, Tuan Zuo, our captures in this battle are not small. There are eight machine guns alone. I counted the three and eight big ones. There are more than 400 of them, and there are a lot of bullets."

Wang Huzi and the others were also happy. As soon as they arrived behind the enemy lines, they showed their hands in front of the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas and won a battle, which made them feel more honored.

Now that Yang Ling had defeated the puppet army to intimidate the enemy so that they would not dare to come over easily, it also boosted the morale of the army and established his prestige in the guerrillas, killing three birds with one stone.

"Come on, let's go back to Xiaowangzhuang—"

If they won the battle, they would accept it as soon as it was good, and Yang Ling ordered to withdraw.

The brothers buried the corpses and returned to Xiaowangzhuang with the confiscated ones. Zhang Liechen, who was worried in his heart, was also shocked. Is this a victory?That's nearly a thousand puppet troops.

The brothers who returned from victory made Xiaowangzhuang lively again, and the atmosphere of depression and depression before was no longer there. Now Xiaowangzhuang is like a Chinese New Year, with a lively atmosphere.

Hearing that Yang Ling and the others had won the battle, Liu Liang, the local rich man, was also ashamed. Taking advantage of the time when Yang Ling and the others entered the village, no one noticed and ran away with a group of cronies carrying gold and silver coins through the back door.

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