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

Now the wounded of the third guerrilla brigade to which Yang Ling and the others belonged, the guard platoon and logistics platoon are all staying in the hidden camp in Yangjiawan.

Wu Changqing's Second Company had already been disseminated, and the battle group was suppressing guerrilla attacks near the artillery strongholds outside Qinghe Town, so there were only more than 400 newly recruited recruits left in Xiaowangzhuang and the 150-man combat company under Wang Huzi's command.

Most of the 150 brothers under Wang Huzi's command are elite veterans and have undergone intensive training. Although they gathered late at night, they were fully armed and on standby in just a few minutes.

"Brothers, people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade stationed in Xinzhuang went to Zhangjiaji and committed a murder. The shopkeeper Qian Fuming asked us to uphold justice. Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is also a member of our ninth column, the protection No enemy agents are allowed inside, you must be ready to fight at any time!"

"Yes!" The brothers all answered neatly with a shudder.

"Let's go, Zhangjiaji!"

Yang Ling still had more confidence in his brothers, so with a big wave of his hand, he led a fighting company out of Xiaowangzhuang and entered the dark night.

Xiaowangzhuang is only an hour away from Zhangjiaji, but it was dark and the roads were slippery, so Yang Ling and the others arrived before dawn in a hurry.

Members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade led by Hu Biao spent a whole night in Zhangjiaji, and finally camped in Zhangjiaji, the easternmost part of Zhangjiaji.

But Yang Ling and the others entered Zhangjiaji quietly from the west, and went straight to Qian Fuming's house.

"Another team is coming..."

There is a team in Zhangjiaji. Although it is aimed at big households, ordinary people can't sleep well. Seeing another team enter the village, they feel uneasy.

"Shall we go out and hide?" A low voice came from under a window facing the street.

"Let's take a look first, this group of people doesn't seem to be from Xinzhuang."

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In this era of war and chaos, officers and soldiers are not as good as bandits, and refugees are thieves. Ordinary people are very afraid of these teams with guns and people.

Although the Qian family compound was built in a luxurious style, Qian Fuming's concubine was bullied by Hu Biao's men and then crashed into the wall and died, which undoubtedly cast a shadow over the Qian family.

When Yang Ling and the others arrived at the Qian's house, the brightly lit courtyard of the Qian's house was filled with a low and mournful atmosphere, and the sound of sobbing and whimpering could be heard from inside the house.

In the main room where the white lanterns were replaced, Qian Fuming, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, heard that Yang Ling was coming, and was also supported by someone to welcome him out.

"Mr. Yang, you are here... woo woo... You have to decide for Xiaomin, my little concubine Liu Er died wronged..."

Seeing that Yang Ling really rushed over overnight, Qian Fuming threw himself in front of Yang Ling like a wronged child.

"Master Qian, get up and talk."

Yang Ling hurriedly helped Qian Fuming up. Qian Fuming, who was chatting and laughing during the dinner, seemed to be ten years old suddenly at this moment. He looked weak and old. This incident seemed to hit him hard. big.

"Boss Qian, since I'm here, I will naturally decide for you. People cannot be resurrected after death, so please mourn." Yang Ling comforted Qian Fuming with red and swollen eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your concern, but thinking of my liu'er going away like this, I feel really uncomfortable..."

Seeing such a thing happen, Yang Ling was quite helpless.

Now that the little devils have invaded China, the order in many parts of China has collapsed. Bandits, Japanese and puppet troops, rogue bandits, regular troops, and guerrillas are all active.

If it was a local guerrilla, it would be fine, they would just go to the villages to collect some food to make a living, but the guerrillas transferred from other places would act more recklessly, taking the opportunity to extort money, and killing some "traitors" would often be done.

"You tell me the ins and outs of the matter in detail. As Zhangjiaji is the guerrilla zone of my third guerrilla detachment, I will naturally support you." Yang Ling wanted to know the details of the matter after comforting him.

Seeing that Yang Ling really came to support him, Qian Fuming was also very moved, and told the whole story of the cause and effect.

"Damn, these scumbags, I'm going to destroy them all!"

Hearing Qian Fuming's narration, Wang Huzi immediately became angry. Although they also collected some money and food from the big households, it was a real anti-Japanese war after all.

But this group of people under the banner of anti-Japanese know how to deceive the people and hurt people's lives, and beating devils has become a coward, how can they not make people angry.

After Yang Ling heard the narration, he also felt a fire in his heart. It was precisely because of the existence of these people that what they did not only ruined the reputation of the army.It also pushed the people to the side of the devils.

In the end, the guerrillas sent to the enemy's rear became rootless duckweeds. Facing the encirclement and suppression of devils and the hatred of the common people, there is no reason for them to be invincible.

"beard!"

"To!"

"Come with me!"

Text Chapter 773 Arrest

Before dawn, heavy and dense footsteps walked on the uneven streets of Zhangjiaji, which alarmed the domesticated watchdogs of the residents on both sides to bark, one after another.

"what happened?"

At the gate of the Zhang family at the east end of Zhangjiaji, two sentinels of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade holding guns and relying on their guns were also startled by the barking dogs. They were completely sleepy and looked up at the dark street to the west vigilantly.

"Could it be a devil who touched it?"

Hearing the barking of dogs one after another, a tall and thin sentry was holding the gun in his hand, and his words were a little awkward.

A few months ago, they fought against the devils who went to sweep the countryside. The devil's precise marksmanship and skillful tactical coordination made them suffer a lot.

Nearly a thousand people were beaten to death by dozens of devils, and most of them were killed or injured. It is still fresh in their memories. The powerful and fierce devils have left a shadow in their hearts.

"No, no, don't scare yourself. The devil is now a coward in Qinghe Town. How can he come to Zhangjiaji?"

Another short and fat sentry held a gun, swallowed his saliva, stared at the dark street, and said tremblingly.

"Someone seems to be coming." Hearing the sound of footsteps in the darkness, the tall and thin sentinel pointed his gun at the darkness, as if he was facing an enemy.

The chunky sentry also heard the movement in the darkness, pulled the bolt hastily, and shouted coldly into the darkness: "Who is it?!"

"Our third guerrilla detachment."

Someone answered in the dark, and the footsteps came closer.

Hearing that it was from the guerrillas, the two sentries from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. The guerrillas didn't sleep tonight, so why did they come here?

While the two sentries were hesitating whether to enter the house to report to the sleeping deputy captain Hu Biao, Yang Ling and the others had already emerged from the darkness and walked towards the two sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

Under the faint light of the two lanterns hanging from the gate, the two sentinels could clearly see the guerrilla officers and soldiers in neat military uniforms gushing out of the darkness. They were also slightly relieved that they were indeed guerrillas.

After all, the Chairman of the Chongqing Municipal Committee classified guerrilla warfare as a category of regular warfare. Guerrilla warfare must also be a formally trained force, requiring a complete organizational structure and a neat military appearance.

Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, it has been difficult to obtain the honorable title of guerrilla because of its background as a water bandit and without any formal training.

Judging from the military uniform, the person who came was indeed from the third guerrilla detachment, but they still felt a strong sense of oppression when they saw Yang Ling's murderous appearance.

"Hurry up and notify Brother Hu, and tell him that people from the third guerrilla detachment are here."

Seeing that the guerrillas armed with live ammunition seemed to be hostile, the short and fat sentry hurriedly pushed the tall and thin sentry beside him, winking at him.