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

It was late at night, and Xiaowang Village was still buzzing with people. The officers and soldiers who had won the battle were treating their wounds and cooking in the village. It was very lively.

But the people with the gates closed are sad, and they are not happy at all. After the army wins the battle, these poor people have to take out some things to work in the army, otherwise they will not be patriotic.

"Master, there are only two ducks left in our family. If they are given to the soldiers to eat, then there will be no eggs to lay. After that..." The skinny woman was a little reluctant.

The same skinny man sighed and blamed: "You have long hair but short knowledge, two ducks or life is more important? You see that the Liu family has been driven out, I'm afraid they have to deal with it this time." Criticizing traitors."

Hearing the skinny man's words, the woman also trembled, and said in a low voice worriedly: "The last time the devil came, we also sent out two ducks, and you also said to send ducks for safety... That's an enemy! , will you be a traitor to..."

"The devil forcibly snatched it away. We don't have any enemies. Don't talk nonsense, so as not to invite death." The skinny man hastily interrupted the woman's words.

Seeing the tense look of her man, the woman understood what it meant, and said: "I see, then I'll go and catch the two remaining ducks in our family, and you will send them there later. "

The skinny man looked at the empty house, sighed and waved his hands: "Go."

Soon, two big fat ducks were caught out of the cage and their feet were bound.

"Just stay at home and I'll go back as soon as I go."

The man grabbed two fat ducks, opened the latch, and walked along the potholed village road to the grain drying field in the center.

On the grain drying ground, the guerrillas in different mottled uniforms and the brothers brought by Yang Ling stayed here to rest and recuperate, and the captured weapons were piled up as high as a hill.

"Old Wang, you go too."

The skinny man took two struggling fat ducks and just took two steps, when there was a creak, the door to the opposite door also opened.

My neighbor also went out with half a bag of rice. Seeing the fat duck in the hand of the skinny man, he was taken aback and nodded immediately.

"Let's go, let's go together." The skinny man sighed and called his neighbors to go together.

Soon, people from every household came out, either took some grain, or carried chickens, ducks, dried fish and other things, and they all walked silently to the grain drying field.

"Fellows, what are you doing?"

The sentinel standing guard outside the grain drying field was a brother brought by Yang Ling from the 74th Army. Seeing such a large group of people carrying these chickens, ducks and fish meat, they were also taken aback and asked in puzzlement.

"Boss, didn't you win the battle? Although we are ordinary people, we also hate the little devils. You are angry for us Chinese. Let's reward the bosses with something. If the things are not good, don't dislike them. Please take it."

"Yes, yes, we reward the bosses with something. The bosses have worked hard to beat the devils."

These common people with all kinds of things in their hands squeezed out stiff smiles to echo.

"It's our duty to fight devils, you are too polite."

Seeing these people who enthusiastically came to condolences with things, the sentinel on duty also hurriedly said embarrassingly.

"Boss, then we don't want to bother you, so we put our things here." The old man in charge greeted the people behind him and said, "Put your things down, let's go back."

These villagers also put down all the food, chickens and ducks they were carrying in their hands, and before the sentinel could react, they all said goodbye and left.

"What's going on?" Seeing the commotion here, Wang Huzi walked over with two brothers.

"Report sir, these folks said they were serving the army and gave us some food. They put down their food and left." The sentinel hurriedly stood up and saluted, then pointed to a large pile of things and said.

Seeing these bundled chickens and ducks and bags of grain, Wang Huzi grinned: "Who the hell said that the people in the enemy's rear are not patriotic? This is called the People's War of Resistance."

"Don't look at it, move them to the yard, since the villagers rewarded us, then we can't waste their good intentions, let's accept it."

Wang Huzi didn't think much about it. Seeing so many things, he immediately became more fond of the people in Xiaowangzhuang, and called his brothers to move things.

The brethren were also excitedly working, moving the things sent by the common people to the Liu family compound, and the chickens and ducks were flopping about for a while, which was very lively.

Hearing the commotion outside, Yang Ling also walked to the door and looked out. Seeing that Wang Huzi was directing his brothers to carry chickens, ducks and food into the yard, he was also puzzled.

"Huzi, where did you get these things?" Yang Ling asked.

"Tuan Zuo, the fellows in the village gave it to us as a reward for winning the battle—" Wang Huzi replied with a smile.

Yang Ling also didn't expect that the people behind the enemy would love their troops so much, and he was thinking about winning more battles in the future so that they wouldn't be bullied by devils anymore.

"Since it's a good intention, then accept it. Remember to come to the door tomorrow to thank you." Yang Ling ordered.

"Yes!"

"Thank you, it's fine if you don't pursue their collaboration with the enemy." Hearing Yang Ling's words, Zhang Liechen in the room also opened his mouth.

Zhang Liechen said angrily: "Mr. Yang, don't look at how enthusiastically they are giving us gifts. The devils are here. Maybe they will send more gifts than they are now."

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Text Chapter 732 People's Support

Zhang Liechen was telling the truth, once the devils and puppet troops entered the village, there would be a riot of wild animals.

If the people don't take the initiative to take out some things and gather them together to satisfy them, otherwise when they break open the door and enter the house, there may not even be a hair left.

People living in the enemy-occupied areas are short of food and clothing. Not only do they have to pay rent, but they also have to take out things from time to time to reward the various troops that come to the village under different banners.

In such a situation where there is not enough food and clothing to keep warm, let alone patriotism, I am afraid that I would be thankful if I didn't hate the troops who came to the village.

Yang Ling originally thought that these people were sincerely rewarding them, but there are so many twists and turns in it, they are actually reluctant, but they are just forced to do so.

In the future, when my third guerrilla detachment operates in this area, I will have to rely on these people to provide information and help fight devils.

If these things are collected now, wouldn't it be no different from those puppet soldiers who have plucked their hair? They will burn incense without causing the people to scold them behind their backs. It may be even more difficult to get their sincere help.

"Beard, stop!"

Yang Ling thought of this, and immediately stopped Wang Huzi and the others to continue moving things into the house.

Wang Huzi was also full of doubts: "Tuan Zuo, is this so?"

Yang Ling didn't explain, and ordered: "Let the brothers go door to door and return the things sent by the fellows. We are a team to fight devils."

"Come on, Officer Yang, these are sent here by the villagers on their own initiative. We don't want them for nothing. Rather than letting them give them to the devils and puppet soldiers, it's better to let us eat and drink well and beat the devils."

Hearing that Yang Ling wanted Wang Huzi to return the things he sent over, Zhang Liechen was the first to get impatient. In his opinion, it was unnecessary.

"Deputy Captain Zhang, I just looked at it along the way. The houses in the village are all dilapidated, and the villagers are not rich. You see, there are so many chickens and ducks sent here. They will have a hard time in the future."

Zhang Liechen didn't care at all: "What do we care about those? We didn't ask them to deliver them. They delivered them themselves. There's no reason to return them."

Seeing Zhang Liechen's stubborn look, Yang Ling didn't bother to explain.

Fighting guerrilla warfare in the enemy's rear is not just as simple as eliminating a few devils and puppet troops. The most important thing is to rely on the people in the occupied areas and mobilize them to fight the devils together.

When everyone is mobilized and united against the enemy, no matter how fierce that little devil is, he will fall into the quagmire.