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

Company commander Wu Changqing waved his hand ferociously, and two wolf-like brothers squeezed into the crowd blocking the entrance of the village, and rushed towards the middle-aged man in black coat who had spoken just now.

The middle-aged man in the black coat also showed panic, and wanted to back away, but it was too late, and was held down by two brothers.

"What are you doing, why are you arresting me!" The middle-aged man in the black coat was supported by two brothers, and suddenly panicked, struggling and yelling.

And these people in Zhangjiaji don't know why, why did Chief Yang come up to arrest people as soon as he came?

"Mr. Yang, I haven't done anything outrageous. Why are you arresting me?" The man was caught in front of Yang Ling and was still defending himself.

Yang Ling stared at him coldly: "What? Do you have the guts to hide in the crowd and yell and dare not stand up and see the light?"

"Fellow folks, do you know him?" Yang Ling turned to ask the residents blocking the entrance of the village.

Zhangjiaji has a large population, mixed with fish and dragons, that's why Yang Ling asked this question.

The people in Zhangjiaji took a look, looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally shook their heads, expressing that they did not know this middle-aged man in a black coat.

The middle-aged man in a black coat broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the people in Zhangjiaji shaking their heads. Who knew that Yang Ling's eyes were so poisonous, among so many people, he was looking at him exclusively.

But he didn't know, was Yang Ling so easy to fool? After thinking about it for a while, he knew that things were unusual. Wouldn't it be courting death for him to come out to stir up trouble now?

"I know him. Just now he said that anyone who dares to join the guerrillas will be destroyed..." A person from Zhangjiaji said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in the black coat was even ashamed. Damn, isn't this pushing himself into the fire pit?

"Mr. Yang, don't listen to his nonsense. I didn't say that." The middle-aged man in the black coat explained anxiously, sweating profusely.

"I seem to have heard what he said." More people came back and recognized the middle-aged man in the black coat who was spreading rumors.

"The origin is unknown, spreading rumors, take him down for interrogation, I suspect he is a spy sent by the devil!" Yang Ling raised his hand and ordered him to be taken down without waiting for the middle-aged man in black coat to continue to defend himself.

"Injustice, injustice!"

"Let's go!" The two brothers' arms were astonishing, and the middle-aged man in the black coat actually made him unable to move, and was quickly taken down.

"Fathers and folks, you have all seen it. It's not that I, Yang Ling, was arrogant and unreasonable and didn't let you leave the village. It's that the murderer is hiding among your crowd. If I lift the martial law, wouldn't the murderer escape?"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, everyone realized that they felt that they were being used as a gun, and they were suddenly angry and buzzed.

"Everyone go home first. I will personally investigate the Zhangjiaji murder case. I will find out the murderer and give you an explanation." Yang Ling assured the people.

"Mr. Yang, can you let our son come back from the guerrillas..."

The people were still frightened by the rumors and pleaded with Yang Ling face to face.

"Everyone, you also saw it just now. Those are all rumors spread by devils and spies. Don't be afraid, everyone. Have you seen these officers and soldiers brought behind me? They are here to protect you."

The people all turned their attention to the officers and soldiers standing behind Yang Ling with their guns and live ammunition. Seeing them standing there neatly, they felt a little more at ease.

"Fellow folks, let's listen to Mr. Yang and go home first. Mr. Yang will definitely catch the murderer and give us an explanation." Qian Fuming, a big family member of Zhangjiaji, also came out in time to persuade him.

Seeing the hesitation of the people, Qian Fuming continued: "A few days ago, my family's Liu'er died unjustly, and it was Mr. Yang who made the decision for me. We must trust Mr. Yang. Let's all leave."

"Okay, Mr. Yang, we believe you." The people finally chose to believe, and they left and returned to their homes.

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Qian, for helping me speak." Seeing the crowd disperse, Yang Ling expressed his gratitude to Qian Fuming.

Qian Fuming waved his hand straight away: "Mr. Yang, you are too polite. Speaking of which, I also want to thank you for making decisions for me last time."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Yang Ling said to Qian Fuming: "Master Qian, please go and call all the security chiefs from Zhangjiaji, I have something to order."

"Hey, okay, I'll go right away."

When Qian Fuming left, Yang Ling turned around and told the company commander Wu Changqing: "Company commander Wu, you go and interrogate the man you just caught just now. I suspect that he has something to do with this murder."

"Yes!" Wu Changqing also turned around and went to interrogate.

Huagou, the platoon leader who learned of Yang Ling's arrival, hurried out from the Zhangjiaji.

"Tuan Zuo, there is a case of exterminating the family in the Zhang family. My protection is not good. You should punish me..." Huagou took the initiative to admit his mistake when he saw Yang Ling.

"It's not your responsibility. It's mainly because I kept my eyes on the training. My negligence allowed the spies to take advantage of the loopholes. You did a good job when you ordered martial law." Yang Ling didn't blame Huagou, but took the responsibility on himself.

Yang Ling issued an order from Huagou: "When the Chief Baojia comes over, let them take out the population list of Zhangjiaji, and you lead people to search from house to house. Anyone who is not Zhangjiaji will be arrested first. stand up."

"Yes!" Huagou didn't expect that Yang Ling didn't punish him, and was so moved that he secretly swore in his heart that he would find the murderer.

After Yang Ling issued a series of orders, he went straight to the scene of the murder.

The yards of two adjacent farmhouses were full of brothers with guns, who took care of them, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The dead were all killed by someone breaking into the house while they were sleeping. The bed was covered with bloodstains, and on the table in the room, the murderer left a warning note, saying that it was for their son to join the guerrillas. punishment.

The notes left behind were Chi Guoguo's provocation, and Yang Ling felt angry. These traitors were too rampant, and it seemed necessary to carry out an internal purge.

Text Chapter 788 plainclothes team

In the heavily guarded small courtyard of the farmhouse, the arrested middle-aged man in a black coat was pinned down by two brothers and was unable to move.

The company commander Wu Changqing who was ordered to interrogate was sitting on the chair in front of him, with a palpitating coldness shining in his slender eyes.

"Tell me, who ordered you to come here?" Wu Changqing asked coldly, playing with a brand new shell gun.

The middle-aged man in the black coat pretended to be innocent, and hastily explained: "Sir, I just passed by Zhangjiaji, I can't understand what the instruction is."

"Then what's the matter with this gun?" Wu Changqing pointed to the pistol in his hand and said, "You, a plain-headed commoner, have a gun in your arms, don't tell me it's for self-defense, right?"

"Sir, Mingjian, I really bought this on the black market for self-defense. Who would dare to walk around without something for self-defense these days."

"Heh, you're still in good spirits, aren't you?"

Wu Changqing didn't expect that the middle-aged man in the black gown was arrested and still making self-deprecating sophistry.

"I'm giving you one last chance now. Tell the people behind you and your accomplices. I can spare you a life, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Wu Changqing warned murderously.

The middle-aged man in the black coat was biting his tongue tightly: "Sir, I really just passed by..."

"what!"

Before the middle-aged man in the black coat could finish his sentence, a big foot wearing cleats kicked him. These shoes belonged to a captured kid. Not only were they sturdy, but they were also more comfortable for kicking.

"Speak or not?" Wu Changqing stood up and asked coldly.

The kicked middle-aged man in the black coat bared his teeth in pain and yelled, "Why are you beating someone? I want Officer Yang to sue you."

"Toast, don't eat fine wine!" Wu Changqing pulled out the gleaming bayonet from the bayonet sheath on his waist, and walked towards the middle-aged man in the black coat: "I want to see whether your mouth is tough or my knife is tough."

"You...what do you want to do?" Seeing Wu Changqing, who was holding a bayonet and looking murderous, the middle-aged man in the black coat also felt a little guilty.