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

The kick was so powerful that he was caught off guard. The brother who shot couldn't stand upright and fell into the irrigation ditch on the side of the road. With a splash, he turned into a drowned rat and was in a panic.

"Who the hell is going to find trouble for me, and I will jump on him!"

The angry Han Feihu warned the team loudly, and reminded again: "We are the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, not water bandits, let me remember! Don't shoot to scare people if you have nothing to do!"

"I'm deaf, do you understand?!" Seeing that the brothers didn't respond, Han Feihu roared with a dark face.

"Understood." Hundreds of people answered unevenly.

"Continue to go!"

The more Han Feihu looked at his team, the more it looked like a mob. No one was pleasing to the eye, but now he was going to Zhangjiaji to find a place, and he didn't bother to argue with them.

The members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade led by Han Feihu rushed to Zhangjiaji aggressively, and the noise was so loud that no one would know that they had gone.

But Yang Ling knew that he had taught the members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade a lesson, and was worried that they would come back to Zhangjiaji to take revenge on the people, so he didn't leave at all.

"Tuan Zuo, people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are coming towards Zhangjiaji."

Sure enough, as soon as we had lunch in Zhangjiaji, brothers from the outer guard rushed into the village to report.

"Hey, I really don't cry when I see the coffin, but I dare to come back, see if I don't skin them!"

Hearing that the people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade came aggressively, Wang Huzi immediately took out the shell gun from his waist and stood up angrily.

"Mr. Yang, I heard that there are hundreds of people in the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, why don't you stay away..." Qian Fuming also became nervous.

After all, Yang Ling and the others had taught Hu Biao and his group a lesson, but the Qian family was the cause of the incident. It was for them. Now that Yang Ling and the others were on the cusp of the storm, he still felt a little bit sorry.

"Boss Qian, don't panic, I'll meet them when I go out." Yang Ling was still calm and calm, without the slightest panic.

Yang Ling stood up and ordered: "Let the people in the village go back to their houses and don't come out for now."

The news of the arrival of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade spread, and panic spread like a plague.

The people in Zhangjiaji applauded when Yang Ling punished Hu Biao and the others, but now they were terrified and worried about retaliation. You must know that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade used to be a water bandit, and they killed without blinking an eye.

"Go back to each house, with our guerrillas here, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade dare not mess around!" Soon the shouts of guerrilla officers and soldiers sounded on the street.

Watching teams of guerrilla officers and soldiers with live ammunition pass by the street, the panicked people finally felt a little more at ease. Unknowingly, they developed an inexplicable sense of trust in the guerrillas.

"Go home, the bosses of the guerrillas are here."

"Yes, these bosses seem to be quite capable of fighting. Those members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are definitely not opponents."

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The people went home and closed the doors and windows one after another, while the brothers of the guerrillas gathered to prepare for the coming Han Feihu and others. There was a chilling atmosphere in the air.

When Han Feihu and others arrived at the outskirts of Zhangjiaji aggressively, they didn't even see a single citizen. Instead, machine guns were set up on the walls and roofs near the village.

Yang Ling only brought a combat company with him this time. Although the number was small, they were all elite. Not only did they have a [-] rifle, but each of them also carried three melon grenades from the little devils.

Although there is no firepower like heavy machine guns, there are five machine gun teams, and five light machine guns have already occupied the commanding heights at this moment.

"Stop coming! If you go any further, you will shoot!"

Seeing the people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade approaching Zhangjiaji in disorder, Wang Huzi yelled at the top of his voice from a distance.

Wang Huzi's voice was so loud and sonorous that the chaotic Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was really frightened and stopped.

"Afraid of a bird, come on, we have hundreds of people! I want to see how much the guerrillas have today!"

When Han Feihu saw that the team had been bluffed, he couldn't hold back his face, raised the box cannon in his hand and started to stir Sangzi again.

And these members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade couldn't stand the instigation, and leaned forward with shouts and clamor.

Seeing that these people were really not afraid of death, Yang Ling also sneered, and ordered a machine gun team lying on the roof next to him: "Give them a shuttle of bullets to scare them."

"Yes!"

The machine gunner fixed the machine gun bipod, put the butt on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, lowered the muzzle, and pulled the trigger against the crowd that was rushing forward.

"Da da da......."

The hot bullets roared through the open space of more than [-] meters amidst the tremor of the machine gun, and the impact point landed in front of the crowd.

"Puff puff!"

The machine guns swept across regularly, and the swishing bullets shot out pillars of mud splashing horizontally, just in time to intercept the clamoring crowd.

"Mom! Run!"

The soil and weed debris splashed by the bullets flew around, and the burning pain hit the people's faces. The people in the front row turned around and ran away screaming in fright.

Facing the oncoming bullets, the people in the front turned around in a panic and wanted to run away, while the people in the back fell down subconsciously when they heard the gunshots. The team collided and became chaotic.

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Finger-thick machine gun bullets whizzed over, and Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who was yelling loudly, was so frightened that he turned around and ran away subconsciously.

But he turned around too quickly, the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell into the mud with a ouch, and before he could struggle to get up, a big foot stepped on him.

"what!"

Someone who stumbled stepped on Han Feihu's hand, and he grinned in pain and howled in pain.

"Brother, brother, are you okay?"

Fortunately, a few confidantes quickly pulled Han Feihu up from the ground, otherwise he would have been trampled to death by the chaotic crowd.

"Bastard! That god-damned trample on me!"

Han Feihu was helped up, looked at the chaotic retreating crowd, and roared angrily.

But among the screaming, chaotic and frightened crowd, Han Feihu's words were ignored, and it was too late to save his life. Who cares about who stepped on him, and Han Feihu's face turned livid with anger.

"Bang!" Han Feihu raised his hand to the sky and shot: "Stop all of them, I will kill anyone who runs away!"

At this moment, the machine guns on Yang Ling's side stopped after a burst of bullets, and Han Feihu finally stabilized the chaotic team.

Soon, the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, good and bad, fell to the ground panting heavily, looking at the black muzzle of the machine gun on the roof not far away, patting their heaving chests with lingering fear.

The trembling sound of the machine guns had already left a shadow in their hearts. When they were fighting the little devil, the opponent's several machine guns swept away the people they charged like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

The brother who was beaten with blood holes all over his body died in an instant. They are afraid when they think about it now, and now the guerrillas have such machine guns, this battle is a fart.

Yang Ling looked at the hundreds of people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade approaching so densely, and asked the machine gun team to shoot to scare them.