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

Xiaowangzhuang has become an outpost of Yang Ling's third guerrilla detachment, and the troops are stationed here at the moment.

The three guerrilla sentinels outside the village looked at each other, one of them turned around and ran into the village to notify the medical soldiers, while the other two rushed up to meet them.

"Where is the injury?"

A guerrilla sentry rushed to the front and confirmed that they were the fighting group scattered,

While stepping sideways out of the way, he asked a guerrilla who was unconscious on his back.

"The bullet went into the chest," replied a brother who was out of breath.

"Hurry up and send it to the village. I've sent someone to notify the medical soldiers." The sentinel didn't ask any more questions. After all, saving people is the most important thing.

Soon, the unconscious and injured guerrillas were sent into the village, and several medical soldiers were already waiting there.

The injured brother was released. Although his chest was simply bandaged, his military uniform was still soaked in blood.

"He has died."

Before the medical soldiers squatted down to rescue him, they found that the brother who had been sent back was not breathing, so they had to stand up sadly.

"Impossible, he was still alive just now, doctor, I didn't beg you, save my brother."

Seeing the brother lying motionless on the board, one of the guerrillas who sent him back couldn't accept this fact, and grabbed the medic's arm emotionally.

"Brother, please be sorry, this brother has really died."

The people rushing over hurriedly pulled the emotional brother away, comforting in a low voice.

"Impossible, impossible..." The brother squatted down with his head in pain, and wept loudly, making the brothers around him very worried.

Another brother who was covered in mud and blood looked at the brother who was no longer breathing, and took off his military cap dejectedly, his face full of grief.

Although their three-person guerrilla combat team had not been formed for a long time, they trained together and carried out missions to fight devils together.

Although they are not real brothers, they are better than real brothers. They are brothers who can trust each other on the battlefield, and can trust each other with their backs.

The three of them were happy when they went out to carry out the hunting mission in the morning, but now they were separated from each other, and the brother who died could never wake up again. How could such a heavy blow not make them feel sad.

This is a cruel war, because you are not sure when your brother or your relatives will suddenly disappear and never wake up again, leaving you alone, suffering silently in loneliness.

These guerrillas were like this, and so were the thousands of officers and soldiers. The brothers around them changed one after another, and countless new faces fought side by side with them, and then disappeared in a certain battle.

It's like an infinite loop of nightmares, making every brother who fell into this vortex of war numb and empty, but the war is still going on, even if they are left alone, they still have to fight alone, go Defend the land of the motherland on which you step.

The wailing brothers were crying so heartbreakingly that their voices became hoarse. The guerrilla officers and soldiers and the villagers stood there silently in a circle, and everyone was deeply saddened.

For these brothers, although life and death have long been used to it, they also pretended not to care.

But after every battle, when they saw their familiar brothers being carried back, they said how sad they were, and could only hide in a place where no one was around, and secretly wiped their tears.

The villagers of Xiaowangzhuang used to hate devils, bandits, and even these Chinese officers and soldiers who often came to the village. something.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers drove away the food requisition team so that they would not be hungry. They already had a good impression of the guerrillas, and now seeing the sacrifice of these guerrillas who protected them, they felt inexplicably sad, not like As in the past, watch the excitement as a bystander.

The crying brother with red eyes finally stood up while wiping away his tears. He silently picked up his gun and walked straight out of the village.

"What are you going to do?" A brother stopped him.

"The little devil killed my brother, and I want to avenge him!" The brother's eyes were red with murderous intent.

They were brothers who fought side by side, and now that the brothers were killed by devils, this bloody feud would naturally be avenged.

But their combat team has been lurking near the devil's blockade for more than ten hours. Although they killed two devils, they also sacrificed one person.

"What you need to do now is not to take revenge, but to rest. You are so exhausted now, you will put yourself in." The mature and steady platoon leader said seriously while holding the brother's shoulder.

"But my brother was killed by devils..."

"You guys have a good rest, and then go to take revenge! I'll go with you!" the platoon leader said firmly.

"Your platoon leader is right. Go down and rest first. Sooner or later, revenge will be avenged." Yang Ling looked at his brother covered in mud and blood, and walked over to speak.

The brother wanted to speak, but Yang Ling had already put on a straight face: "Go and rest, this is an order."

Yang Ling turned his head and ordered: "Take them down to rest, take a bath, and have a hot meal."

Although the two brothers wanted to return to the battlefield to avenge the brother who died, they had no choice but to go down to rest first in the face of Yang Ling's order.

"Let's leave, everyone." Wang Huzi also waved his hand to let the onlookers disperse.

The Liu family compound has now become the outpost headquarters of Yang Ling's third guerrilla team in Xiaowangzhuang.

"Sir, the devils have also sent a large number of sharpshooters to target our brothers in the past two days. These devils are very powerful. In just two days, we have sacrificed 20 people and injured more than 30 people. Should we suspend the hunting operation? "

After returning to the yard of the outpost headquarters, Zhang Lieguo, the deputy detachment leader, couldn't help but ask Yang Ling for instructions.

"The devils started to send people to target us, at least it means that our hunting action has hurt the devils, and they have to take countermeasures, so instead of stopping, we have to intensify our efforts." Yang Ling replied after a pause.

Zhang Lieguo frowned: "Sir, we can't hold on to such casualties. We are short of medical care, and where are the injured brothers? I don't have the power to fight..."

"I'll find a way to solve the medicines and doctors." Yang Ling stared at Zhang Lieguo and said, "Wars are inherently dangerous, and casualties are inevitable. We can't stop fighting just because of casualties. Be braver when you are frustrated, not retreat when you are in trouble!"

"We're not only going to carry out small-scale hunting operations, we're also going to attack strongholds and bomb the gun towers! Aren't the devils going to fight back?! Let's see who can have the last laugh!"

Every truly powerful army is fought out from the harsh environment of blood and fire. They not only let the enemy bleed, but more importantly, they themselves are never afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice.

War is inherently cruel. Although it seems unreasonable to let your brothers risk their lives to fight the devils, only after experiencing cruel battles can the brothers grow up quickly and be able to protect the people behind them and protect the people behind them. homes.

Text Chapter 759 Murder in the countryside

"Squadron leader, we have shot and killed more than a dozen Chinese guerrillas and wounded many more, but let them escape."

In the security squadron leader's office in Qinghe Town, a devil second lieutenant reported to squadron leader Kasai Sadao with a little excitement.

The guerrilla attacks on their food requisition teams, patrols, checkpoints and gun towers caused them heavy losses, making people panic and worried that they would be attacked.

However, the devil's captain, Kasai Sadao, was not a vegetarian, and quickly took countermeasures, which was to send powerful devils to fight back in the same way.

These experienced devil soldiers also ambushed in groups of three or four, waiting for the guerrillas to come over. They were caught off guard, and the guerrillas lost some people, so the devils achieved some remarkable results.

"Hanging up the dead body, let those guerrillas and wavering elements who don't know what is good or bad know the consequences of fighting our Imperial Japanese Army!"

Devil Captain Kasai Sadao's face was full of ferocity: "Our shooting team must also take the initiative to attack to expand the results of the battle, and we cannot always passively defend..."

"Hi Yi!" Second Lieutenant Guizi bowed heavily, full of admiration for Kasai Sadao.

At the beginning, they were beaten into a panic by the guerrillas, but they didn't expect the situation to be reversed in just a few days.