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

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The muffled sound of rifles mixed with the crisp sound of machine guns enveloped the devils and puppet soldiers exposed on the road in an instant.

Under such a sudden attack, the devils and the puppet soldiers immediately died, wounded and wailing.

Liu Liang, the vice president of the maintenance committee, was also scared to death, and hurriedly got under the grain truck, facing the bullets that kept splashing mud and dust near the grain truck, he was shaking like chaff in fright.

The devil's machine gunner wanted to set up the machine gun to fight back, but before he pulled the gun, his body was beaten into a bloody hole, and he fell off the grain truck.

"Ah! It hurts!"

The wounded puppet soldier rolled on the ground clutching his bleeding wound, his shout immediately attracted a string of bullets, and with the splash of blood and flesh, he soon turned into a bloody corpse.

The two surviving little devils hid behind the grain truck and tried to resist. Their marksmanship was quite accurate, but the two brothers who were fighting vigorously didn't pay attention and were injured by them.

"Damn it, give me a grenade to blow them up!" Wang Huzi became angry when he saw a brother being injured.

Soon, several grenades with green smoke flew over the grain truck in a whirl and landed behind the grain truck.

Seeing the grenade that fell behind their buttocks, the two surviving devils suddenly lost their souls and rushed out.

"Boom—boom!"

A large puff of gunpowder smoke rose from the explosion, and the two devils were knocked out by the sweeping air waves, leaving them groaning on the ground covered in blood and flesh.

And in the weeds and reeds by the roadside, the brothers rushed out with guns in hand, regardless of whether the people on the ground were dead or alive, they first stabbed them severely.

Text 7: Chapter [-]: Casting and Fishing

"Get out, get out, or we'll shoot!"

In just a few minutes, the puppet army devils and Liu's servants were dealt with neatly, and they didn't even have a chance to resist.

And Liu Liang, the vice president of the maintenance club who was tumbling and hiding under the grain truck, also turned pale with fright amidst the crackling gunshots.

When the gunfire stopped, I dared to open my eyes, but I didn't know if I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw that the ghost soldiers and puppet soldiers who had been showing off their might before were all dead in all directions.

And the guerrillas wearing mottled clothes and carrying bayonets had already surrounded the grain trucks.

"If you don't want to die, come out!"

Under the loud urging of the guerrillas, Liu Liang also climbed out from under the grain truck tremblingly.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I'm a good person, I was just forced to work by devils..."

As soon as Liu Liang climbed out, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy continuously.

"Hey, I said the surname is Liu. It's okay if others don't know you. How can you pretend to be a good person in front of me? I know exactly what you did!"

Seeing Liu Liang kowtowing and begging for mercy, someone in the crowd sneered.

Mr. Liu Lianggui is so forgetful. When he heard that someone knew him, he was also surprised, and hurriedly raised his head to look over: "You are..."

When Liu Liang saw Yang Ling standing there, he was immediately paralyzed with fright. He didn't have much impression of the others, but he still had some impression of Yang Ling, the new leader of the guerrilla detachment.

When he reported to the ghosts in Qinghe Town that he wanted to wipe out all the defeated guerrillas, it was Yang Ling's sudden appearance that ruined his good deed.

He thought that Yang Ling and the others had fled to other counties, that's why they dared to go back to Xiaowangzhuang to collect grain. Who knew that the grain hadn't been taken back yet, but they ran into this evil star.

Now that he met the guerrillas, there was no way for him to survive. Liu Liang's face was ashen now, and he didn't even bother to beg for mercy.

"Take him there and take care of him," Yang Ling ordered.

"Tuan Zuo, if you shoot a traitor like this, you can kill it with one shot, and it will be a disaster if you keep it!"

But Wang Huzi hated such a traitor, so he put the shell gun on Liu Liang's forehead.

"Why, my order doesn't work?" Yang Ling frowned seeing Wang Huzi's righteous indignation about killing Liu Liang.

"No, I..." Wang Huzi looked at Yang Ling's sharp gaze, sighed, kicked Liu Liang unwillingly, and told the brothers beside him, "Take him there and take care of him!"

"Clean the battlefield quickly!" Yang Ling turned his head and told his brothers.

In their short raid this time, they killed dozens of devils and puppet soldiers and Liu Liang's servants, dozens of long guns and short guns, and a crooked handle, and a lot of ammunition. It can be said that they seized quite a lot .

The most important thing is that they wiped out the food transport team this time, but only a few of them were injured, and there were no deaths in battle.

Compared with the previous battles with the devils where there were bloody corpses, this time the battle was so easy that Yang Ling found it inconceivable.

In fact, it's not because the little devil's strength is too weak, but because Yang Ling and the others are too strong. After some training, these guerrilla officers and soldiers are no longer the same.

However, the devils spent all day looking for fun during this period of time, and instead became careless, which allowed Yang Ling and the others to take advantage of it.

"Damn it, these two dogs really deserve to die."

The brothers took out from these dead puppet soldiers many valuable items that they had looted from the villagers' homes, all of them were full of anger.

The devils are certainly hateful, but their forces are limited and they cannot control the vast rural areas. These puppet army traitors, which number as many as one million, have become the lackeys and minions of the devil soldiers, and have become accomplices in suppressing and bullying the Chinese people.

While the Chinese frontline soldiers and the little devils were fighting bloody battles, these boneless dog traitors were busy suppressing their compatriots. It can be said that without their help, the little devils would not be so easy to control and occupy the vast area. The strategy of supporting war with war.

Therefore, Yang Ling and the others, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were behind the enemy lines, not only fought against vicious little devils, but also a large part of them were these traitors.

"Tuan Zuo, what should we do with the food, chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle? Should we hide them first and then transport them back?"

Now that Yang Ling and the others have destroyed the food requisitioning team of the devil soldiers, these things have become ownerless, so the brothers take it for granted.

Yang Ling shook his head: "Let's transport it back to the folks in Xiaowangzhuang. If they don't have food, they will starve to death."

"But the food in our camp is almost gone..." Some brothers reluctantly sent these things back for nothing, with some hesitation.

Although this time they attacked the devil's food requisition team, they played very easily, but after all, it was a waste of bullets and energy.

"If we have no food, we can fight devils and rob warehouses. If the villagers have no food, they will eat grass roots and tree bark. Do you have the heart?"

Looking at these hesitant brothers, Yang Ling said earnestly: "Why are we beating devils? It's not so that our fathers and fellow villagers can live a good life and not be bullied by devils. If we withhold this batch of food, then we Fighting devils also loses its meaning.”

After some enlightenment from Yang Ling, the brothers finally understood and felt ashamed of what they had just thought.

"Sir, but we sent it back, what if the devil snatches it from the villagers next time?" Some brothers also said worriedly.

Yang Ling waved the gun in his hand, and said viciously, "We'll hit the devil every time he comes. What we have in our hands is not a firestick!"

"Don't stand still, let's transport the food back." Yang Ling urged the brothers.

The brothers also started their hands one after another, and took the grain to Xiaowangzhuang along the original road.

While the brothers were busy, Yang Ling walked up to the brother who was guarding Liu Liang and whispered a few words.