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

But now that Qian Fuming had Yang Ling's backing, he was not afraid of Hu Biao's threats at all, and he still talked on his own, making Hu Biao's teeth itch with anger.

"Deputy Captain Hu, is what Shopkeeper Qian said true?"

After Yang Ling waited for Qian Fuming to finish speaking, he turned his gaze to Hu Biao who was detained by two brothers.

Hu Biao also straightened his neck, and shook his head directly: "Nothing, they are framing, Mr. Yang, right? You have to interrogate the surname Qian. They slander the anti-Japanese team and want to drive us apart. I doubt them." It's the devil's spy."

"You...you talk nonsense..." Qian Fuming also didn't expect Hu Biao to beat him up, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Mr. Yang, we are not the devil's spies." Qian Fuming also panicked, and hurriedly asked Yang Ling for help.

Yang Ling naturally knew it in his heart, and he said with relief: "I will figure out right and wrong, and I will not wrong a good person, nor will I let a bad person go!"

"Let the female relatives come out and recognize people. I want to see who is bullying the people under the banner of resisting Japan." Yang Ling instructed Qian Fuming.

Soon, the weeping female relatives were all invited out. Looking at the men from the National Salvation Brigade with fierce faces, although they were afraid, they began to identify them.

"It was him, he bullied me."

"The one with the scar on his face..."

"It's that bald head, he must be Xiao Liu'er."

Soon, more than a dozen people who participated in the National Salvation Brigade who bullied the daughters of the Qian family were all identified.

"Deputy Captain Hu, what else can you say?" Yang Ling turned to Hu Biao.

Hu Biao said nonchalantly, "Mr. Yang, these brothers of mine are just playing with them, and it's not an insult."

"That's right, it's just for fun, there's no need to make a big fuss." The members of the National Salvation Brigade also shouted.

Looking at this group of unrepentant people, Yang Ling felt angry in his chest.

"It's just for fun?" Yang Ling snorted coldly, and asked in a terrified voice: "If someone bullies your wives and children, and strips their clothes, your wives and girls will be humiliated and hit the wall to death! How can you still call it a joke?" Is that all?!"

Hearing Yang Ling's loud questioning, the members of the National Salvation Brigade, who were clamoring for wrongdoing, fell silent collectively.

"Mr. Yang, well, I'll go back and discipline them. I promise I won't do it again next time. Let us go first. We're all a family. Don't hurt the peace." Hu Biao said after a moment of silence.

"Then what are you going to do when you force people to death? Just trying to get by like this?" Wang Huzi asked with a cold face.

Hu Biao said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just one person who died? Just pull it out and bury it."

"Mr. Yang, my Liu'er was wronged..." Qian Fuming cried again when he heard what Hu Biao and others said.

"It's easy to say, the state-owned state-law army has military regulations, since you have injured people's lives, it's impossible to perfunctory!" Yang Ling ordered Wang Huzi as he spoke, "Send me the participants to enforce the military law." Those who should be shot after dawn will be shot, and those who should be hit with army sticks will be beaten with army sticks!"

"Mr. Yang, what do you mean?" Hu Biao was also anxious when he heard that Yang Ling was going to kill him if he disagreed.

Yang Ling replied with a cold face: "It's nothing interesting. Kill people to pay for their lives, and pay for debts. Your people owe discipline, and I will help you!"

"My surname is Yang, don't be shameless. I belong to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade. Your third guerrilla detachment can't control me! Hurry up and let us go, or you will bear the consequences!" Hu Biao was also scared, and he would save the country The brigade was moved out.

"Go to your mother's national salvation brigade, cause trouble in our guerrilla zone, and don't even look at how many eyes Prince Ma has!"

Wang Huzi cursed and punched the yelling Hu Biao in the face. Hu Biao was caught off guard and his front teeth flew out with blood.

Wang Huzi beat people when he disagreed with each other, and Hu Biao screamed in pain. Seeing Qian Fuming and others was extremely happy.

"Thank you, Chief Yang, for being the master of Xiaomin." Qian Fuming and the others knelt down to express their gratitude to Yang Ling.

Text Chapter 775 Military law like a mountain

After dawn, Hu Biao and other members of the National Salvation Brigade were taken into custody at the Zhangjiaji Grain Drying Field, and the dozen or so identified people were tied to wooden stakes next to them.

"what happened?"

"I do not know......"

The residents who were frightened all night also didn't understand why their own people arrested their own people.

"Everyone go to watch the execution. Commander Yang of the guerrillas is about to execute the military law in public."

Soon the Baochang Jiachang of Zhangjiaji beat the gong one after another, calling the residents to go to the sun-drying field.

"Isn't it just a show?" Hearing that the guerrillas were going to enforce the military law, the first thought that came to the residents' minds was disbelief.

After all, in this war-torn era, the government often didn't mean what it said, and the serious corruption caused its prestige to drop to freezing point, so that the people no longer had much trust in the government and the army.

"Whatever, let's go and see."

Fortunately, Chinese people have had the habit of joining in the fun since ancient times. Whether it is true or not, let's watch the fun at the head office.

Soon, the residents all walked out of the house one after another, and went straight to the wide open space of the grain drying field outside Zhangjiaji.

At this moment, the area around the sun-drying field was already full of guerrilla officers and soldiers armed with live ammunition. They stood upright with serious faces, and the residents were secretly amazed by their good military appearance.

Whether it is regular troops or guerrillas that residents have seen in the past, most of them are dressed in rags, have loose discipline, and often eat and drink for nothing.

But now the guerrillas under Yang Ling's command took on a new look. Not only were they strict in military discipline, but they were also well-trained. Standing there, they were in stark contrast to the soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade in all kinds of clothes.

Although the military uniforms of the guerrillas were worn out, they were all clean, and wearing military uniforms could also enhance the cohesion and sense of honor of the troops, which was why Yang Ling asked them to wear military uniforms.

"Hey, these soldiers look really majestic."

Seeing these majestic guerrilla officers and soldiers, the residents also pointed and talked in a low voice.

"What's the use of prestige, don't be a silver gun and crayon head, if you encounter devils, you will lie down." Someone also said sarcastically.

"You're wrong. I heard that Commander Yang's troops fought several battles with the devils in Qinghe Town, and they all won."

"No wonder the devil's food collection team ran away in fright a few days ago. It turned out to be them."

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The residents gathered more and more, and soon the huge sun-drying field was full of people, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers standing upright with split arms and guns were a beautiful sight, which made the residents feel less disgusted with the troops for the first time. .

Hu Biao and the others also felt guilty when they saw the residents rushing to the grain drying field one after another. After all, when they were water bandits before, they did a lot of harm to the nearby villages.

"They are water bandits from Hongze Lake!"

But they came here for whatever they were afraid of. Some residents in the crowd recognized Hu Biao and the others, and shouted out of righteous indignation.

Someone in the crowd yelled such a loud voice, which also reminded the residents. They all looked at Hu Biao and others who were guarded by the guerrillas with guns.

But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but it's fried at first glance.

"I know the one with the scar on his face. He was the one who brought people to our Yangjiawan to kill people!"