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

Thinking of this, Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Team, felt angry, and put his cup heavily on the table. The gang of prodigal bastards under his hands were really worried, so that they were in such a predicament now.

When Han Feihu was alone in the room drinking, the door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind poured into the room, making Han Feihu shiver.

When Han Feihu turned his head and was about to yell at that blind thing, he saw that it was Hu Biao, the deputy captain on crutches, and swallowed the words abruptly.

"It's the second child, come over and have a drink with the elder brother." Han Feihu said as he opened the stool and invited Hu Biao to take a seat.

Hu Biao was battered by Yang Ling's army stick until his ass was torn apart. He was still not healed, so he went to the Eight Immortals Table and sat down.

"Second, is your injury better?" Han Feihu poured a glass of wine for Hu Biao and asked with concern.

Hu Biao recalled a peanut, threw it into his mouth and chewed, and replied: "The scab has already formed, and it will be cured in two days."

"This guy surnamed Yang is really nothing. Anyway, he can be regarded as a friendly army. It doesn't matter how serious he is. Second child, you have suffered."

Han Feihu picked up his wine glass and touched Hu Biao, cursing dissatisfiedly.

Hu Biao picked up the wine glass and drank it down. It's okay not to mention it, but thinking of the pain he felt these days, he felt angry.

"Brother, this guy surnamed Yang is too arrogant. He obviously doesn't take our anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade seriously. We have suffered a loss this time, so we can't just let it go." Hu Biao said angrily.

Han Feihu also sighed: "The guerrilla detachment is not as good as it used to be. Now the soldiers are strong and the weapons are excellent. Let's bear with it."

"But I just can't swallow this breath." Hu Biao put his wine glass on the table heavily, sulking.

Han Feihu patted Hu Biao on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, let's bear with it first, and in the future, my elder brother will definitely find that man surnamed Yang to find you back."

Hu Biao also knew that Han Feihu went to Zhang Jiaji to get revenge, so he also knew that his elder brother had tried his best.

Thinking of their current situation, the two of them were relatively speechless, only sighing.

"Come on, drink, we don't want those frustrating things."

While the two commanders of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were locked in the room drinking, a team member in shabby clothes knocked cautiously on the door.

"Captain, someone outside wants to see you." The team member who knocked on the door hurriedly opened his mouth before Han Feihu got angry.

"See you, I'm upset, hurry up and get out." Han Feihu, who was drunk, waved his hands impatiently and refused without thinking.

Seeing Han Feihu's refusal, the reporting team members were about to turn around and leave, but Hu Biao put down his cup and called him back.

"Do you know who it is?" Hu Biao asked.

The team members replied honestly: "He said he is Liu Liang from Xiaowangzhuang, and he should consult with the captain if he has important matters."

Liu Liang?Hu Biao frowned, and after thinking for a while, he remembered that there seemed to be such a person in Xiaowangzhuang, but they had nothing to do with Liu Liang, why did he come here?

"Brother, since people say that they have something important to discuss, why don't we meet and see what's going on." Hu Biao said to Han Feihu after thinking for a while.

Han Feihu pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Then see you, let him come in quickly."

Soon, Liu Liang, who was wearing a clean robe, came to the living room under the leadership of a member of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

The wine table has been removed, Han Feihu has already sat in the first place, and Hu Biao is also sitting in the chair next to him solemnly and does not speak, but there is still a smell of alcohol in the air.

"Liu Liang has met Chief Han and Chief Hu." After Liu Liang stood still, he bowed his hands to Han Feihu and Hu Biao first.

"Come on, what's the matter with you coming to our Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade?" Han Feihu burped his wine and spoke up impatiently.

Liu Liang also noticed that Han Feihu was impatient, so he didn't beat around the bush, and went straight to the point: "I heard that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is short of money and food, so I made a special trip to send money and food for the two officers."

"Oh?" Hearing Liu Liang's words, Han Feihu was immediately aroused.

But he also knows that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky: "Liu Liang, right? I remember we don't know each other. You will give us money and food for no reason?"

Liu Liang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if we know each other or not, as long as Chief Han agrees to one condition, not only will there be a steady stream of money and food in the future, but also as many weapons and ammunition as we want."

Hearing this, Han Feihu and Hu Biao looked at each other in blank dismay. What is the origin of this Liu Liang, so loudly.

"Who are you referring to? What conditions do you need to agree to?" Han Feihu, who was mostly sober now, stared at Liu Liang and asked.

Liu Liang saw that the fish had already taken the bait, so he didn't hide it anymore.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Hu, let me re-introduce myself. I am now the vice president of the maintenance association of Qinghe Town..."

"Stop! What did you say, say it again? What president?"

Liu Liang smiled and cupped his hands and said, "My humble servant is now the vice president of Qinghe Town Maintenance Association."

Now Han Feihu can hear clearly, mother, isn't that a traitor?

"Liu Liang, you are so courageous. Do you know who we are? Let me tell you, we are the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade! We specialize in beating you devils and traitors! How dare you throw yourself into a trap, I will not forgive you today."

As Han Feihu said that, he shouted to the outside: "Come here!"

Seeing that Han Feihu was so excited, Hu Biao hurriedly said to stop him: "Brother, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

"Since he's here, we might as well listen to what he has to say, and it won't be too late to decide whether to kill or stay."

Han Feihu thought for a while, and felt that he was impulsive. He waved away the guards who had entered the room, stared at Liu Liang and said, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

The scene just now scared Liu Liang enough, but he still pretended to be calm.

Text Chapter 792 Military Supplies

"prick!"

"kill!"

The grass is withered and yellow, the cold wind is howling, and the guerrilla training field outside Xiaowangzhuang is full of shouts of killing. Hundreds of recruits in gray uniforms are practicing assassination amidst the cold shouts of instructors.

Each recruit held a wooden stick wrapped in rags at the top. Although this wooden stick was lighter than a bayonet-mounted rifle, it was about the same length. It was specially made by Yang Ling for the recruits to practice assassination.

After all, the real bayonet will inevitably hurt people in confrontation training, and the wooden stick wrapped in rags still hurts even if it is poked on the body, but it will not hurt the muscles and bones, so as to avoid non-combat attrition.

The recruits no longer had the youthful look they had when they first put on the military uniforms. Instead, they were continuously forged into rock-hard soldiers in the melting pot of the recruit camp.

Although Yang Ling and the others were guerrillas and were not ranked in the entire combat sequence, Yang Ling did not think that they would always be small-time guerrillas.

Yang Ling trained them strictly according to the requirements of the regular army. The purpose was to hope that one day they would become the main force capable of fighting evil and tough battles with devils, and become a nightmare for little devils.

Although many officers in the guerrilla detachment did not understand Yang Ling's strict requirements, after all, in their eyes, guerrilla warfare was always a guerrilla army, which could not be compared with the regular army.

But they didn't know Yang Ling's ambitions, and Yang Ling didn't bother to explain to them, he just let them carry out his orders unconditionally.

Anyway, they are now in the enemy-occupied area, no matter whether they are far away from the central Chongqing or the Sulu Theater Command.