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

But who knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade would be so vulnerable. As soon as the machine guns rang out, they were frightened into a mess. If there was a real war, they might be finished by now.

Seeing that although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade had a large number of people, it was a bunch of wimps, Yang Ling's tense face eased. It seemed that he overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

At that time, seeing so many hundreds of people approaching aggressively, although Yang Ling was not afraid, he was still a little apprehensive. After all, if there was a conflict, even if they won, it would be a miserable victory.

But now Yang Ling didn't have this kind of worry at all. Fighting against such a group of mobs, it was enough for their fighting company to deal with them.

However, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is also a friendly army under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, so it would be best if there were no conflicts.

If they really toasted and refused to eat the fine wine and dared to be tough, Yang Ling didn't mind teaching them a hard lesson.

He is not afraid even if the higher-ups come to blame. After all, Zhangjiaji is their guerrilla zone. If the other party comes to find trouble, can't they fight back?

Han Feihu was aggressive and wanted to come over to regain his position, but who knew that the other party's arrogance was broken with just one shot of bullets.

Now seeing his subordinates lying on the ground and not daring to move, Han Feihu was also furious, regretting why he didn't pay attention to training in normal times, and now he is ashamed of himself.

"Boss, they, they seem to have several machine guns."

A confidant carefully poked out half of his head from the pit to observe, then said tremblingly.

"I'm not blind yet, I want you to remind me!" Han Feihu cursed angrily.

At this moment, black holed machine guns were found on the roofs and walls outside Zhangjiaji, at least four or five. What about the ones hidden in the dark?Probably not much more.

The fact that the guerrillas were so strong made Han Feihu feel that he was careless. He attacked rashly without investigating the opponent's situation clearly, and now he was riding a tiger.

If I really let my gang of wastes attack, I'm afraid I'll be shot by those machine guns before I even rushed into Zhangjiaji. I'm afraid I should be the commander of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

But now that he has already come, if he just goes back in such a disheveled manner, he will lose his face, lose his prestige, and how he will lead troops to fight in the future, he will be in trouble now.

"Boss, what shall we do?"

Now that they were in a dilemma, they couldn't lie on the cold ground all the time. The officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade all looked at Han Feihu, waiting for him to make a decision.

Damn it, if I knew what to do, why would I still be lying here? Han Feihu gave the questioning confidant a hard look and said: "Give me all the guns, they dare not come over!"

Why did this sound like a defense, but Han Feihu's confidant didn't dare to ask more questions, and hurriedly shouted: "Set up all the guns and prepare to fight, machine guns, machine guns."

"I'm coming."

The machine gunner's hat didn't know where it fell in the chaos just now, and he crawled over from behind the ridge holding the machine gun in a disheveled face.

"Give me the machine gun!"

"Yes," the machine gunner responded, and then raised the machine gun.

"Please speak to your Captain Han Feihu!" As soon as the machine gun was set up, someone shouted from Zhangjiaji.

"Captain, I'm calling you over there." The confidant reminded Han Feihu who didn't dare to show his head.

Han Feihu saw that the brothers around him were all looking at him. He was the captain. Although he was scared in his heart, he had to bite the bullet and come out to answer now. Who made him the commander.

He took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to stick his head out from behind the pit. Seeing that Yang Ling and the others had no intention of shooting, he cleared his throat and prepared to answer.

"I am Han Feihu, Lieutenant Colonel of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade..."

Although Han Feihu forced himself to be calm, his trembling tone could not conceal his inner fear of Yang Ling and the others.

"Captain Han, I remember your jurisdiction is Xinzhuang, right?" Yang Ling asked coldly.

"Yes Yes."

Facing Yang Ling's preemptive questioning, Han Feihu's aura that had just gathered inadvertently weakened again, leaving only a submissive answer.

He regretted it in his heart now. He knew that the guerrillas had become so strong. There were only four or five machine guns on the surface. He dared to come and touch the tiger's ass.

Although they have the name of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, they are behind the enemy's rear. Facing the blockade of the little devils, the regular Chinese troops lack weapons and ammunition, so how can they take care of them.

So until now, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has only one Czech-style light machine gun bought at a high price on the black market.

The bullets are even more pitiful, less than a hundred rounds, and they are usually used like baby bumps, and they are not used, and they are only used to scare people at critical moments.

But in the face of the third guerrilla brigade with many machine guns, how can they be intimidated. Their Czech light machine gun lacking bullets can only comfort themselves.

Body 7 Chapter Eighty Misunderstandings

Now Han Feihu just wanted to get away and go back quickly, and his thoughts of seeking revenge and finding a place had long been thrown out of the sky. Fighting against a strong guerrilla team, wouldn't that be courting death?

"Since your jurisdiction is in Xinzhuang, why do Captain Han mobilize people to bring people to my Zhangjiaji? Could it be that you want to trouble my guerrillas? You are creating friction." Yang Ling sneered. .

"Misunderstanding, it's a complete misunderstanding. How dare I trouble the guerrillas, we are allies."

Han Feihu was sweating profusely on his forehead. If he really put on a friction-making hat, he would not be able to wash it off even if he jumped into the Yellow River, so he hurriedly waved his hands to explain.

"My people were beaten up in Zhangjiaji. I just brought people over to take a look. Please don't misunderstand Mr. Yang."

Seeing that Han Feihu had given in, Yang Ling stopped pressing him. After all, they were also under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column. If they fought, it would be a joke for the little devil.

"So that's what happened. I know about it. Your people committed a murder in Zhangjiaji and violated military discipline. I punished them. Does Captain Han have any objections?"

"No, no." How could Han Feihu dare to object now, the situation was stronger than others, so he had to give in.

"They are a group of bastards who are not disciplined. I will go back and clean them up."

Yang Ling smiled and said: "It's time to discipline them properly. After all, we are all in the anti-Japanese team, and it's okay if military discipline is not strict."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely go back to rectify military discipline." Han Feihu lost his temper now.

They came over aggressively, but faced Yang Ling with so many machine guns they had set up, they were discouraged. Yang Ling didn't pursue it.

"Since it was a misunderstanding, I hope that this kind of misunderstanding will not happen again in the future." Yang Ling waved his hand and told the brothers to put away their guns.

"Not long after I joined the new third guerrilla detachment, I fought a few more battles with the little devils, and I haven't had time to pay a visit to Captain Han. Since Captain Han is here today, it's better to hit the sun than choose a day. Please, Mr. Han." Once the captain enters the village, let me also do my best as a landlord."

From Han Feihu's point of view, Zhangjiaji is now a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Yang Ling invited him in, but he didn't have the courage.

"I appreciate Mr. Yang's kindness, but I still have something to do today. For today's misunderstanding, I will come to the door to apologize to Mr. Yang in person at another day and leave."

Han Feihu didn't dare to stay here for half a minute now. If Yang Ling found a reason to kill him, he wouldn't be able to find a place to avenge his grievances.

Seeing that Han Feihu already had the intention to retire, Yang Ling did not stop him, and said with a smile: "Since Captain Han has something to do, then go and help me first, and I won't keep you. Our brothers will get together for a drink some other day. Fight devils together, there are many opportunities for cooperation.”

"Then Commander Yang, I'm leaving." Han Feihu ordered to the officers and soldiers lying on the ground who were still nervous: "Get up, let's retreat!"

Hundreds of people like Han Feihu rushed over to try to get back the place, but who knew they kicked the iron board and had to go back in despair.

Although he was panicked, facing the black muzzle of Yang Ling and the others, he had to swallow his breath.