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

"Deputy Captain Zhang, I'll leave this place to you. You must settle the villagers well." Although Yang Ling was angry in his heart, he didn't show it, and ordered Zhang Liechen.

"Don't worry, Chief Yang, I will try my best to settle down the folks."

Yang Ling nodded and turned his head to order: "Beard, let the brothers gather."

Wang Huzi was already gnashing his teeth angrily, and when he heard the order, he turned around and yelled loudly: "Brothers, assemble!"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers whose family members were killed were all very angry at the moment, and rushed over quickly with red and swollen eyes. They wanted revenge!Avenge your dead relatives!

"Sir, you brothers have been fighting with the little devil for a day, and now you are too tired to walk. Why don't you take a break and go to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade to ask for an explanation."

Seeing that Yang Ling really wanted to go to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, Zhang Liechen saw that the brothers were exhausted and worried that they would suffer losses, so he hurriedly stopped and spoke up.

"Besides, I heard that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade did not know where to buy some weapons and equipment. Now it is no longer the same. We can't be impulsive. Besides, they are also friendly troops. If the attack on Zhangjiaji this time is a misunderstanding..."

"Bullshit misunderstanding, I suspect that they have secretly taken refuge with the little devil. If we bear it this time, I'm afraid we will suffer even greater losses in the future. No matter what, this anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade must be eliminated!" Yang Ling's tone very firm.

Text Chapter 822

"Sir, I have no objection to teaching the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade a lesson, but the brothers are tired and hungry now, it is better to let them rest for a while, and I will order someone to get them something to eat."

Zhang Liechen saw that Yang Ling was determined to attack, so he stopped persuading him, and only suggested that Yang Ling start slowly.

Although the brothers had just been withdrawn from the battlefield, they were cold, tired and hungry, but when they saw the burned houses and the relatives who had been killed, they could swallow this breath in their hearts.

Anger was surging in the chests of the brothers, and they wished they could fly to Xinzhuang now to seek revenge on those bastards, forgetting all their tiredness and hunger.

Yang Ling was also enraged for a moment, and his anger went to his head. He wanted to lead his brothers to attack Xinzhuang immediately, but the reminder from the deputy detachment leader Zhang Liechen gradually calmed him down.

Although it is said that the attack on Xinzhuang can catch the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade by surprise, but with the current state of the brothers, I am afraid that the loss will not be small.

He glanced around at the brothers who were gathering, seeing that they were all wearing dirty and wet gray military uniforms and hadn't had time to change, he couldn't help but blame himself.

These brethren followed him without complaint or regret, throwing their heads and shedding blood. He kept staring at the enemy, but he didn't care about the state of the brethren, and he didn't consider whether they could persevere.

"Reporting to the regiment, the first guerrilla battalion has assembled!" Wang Huzi, the first battalion commander, quickly trotted over.

Yang Ling ordered: "Let the brothers rest where they are and wait for orders."

"Ah?" Wang Huzi rushed over excitedly to report, but he was stunned when he received such an order.

Wang Huzi was very puzzled and said: "Tuan Zuo, why don't we fight the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade? Brothers all want to take revenge."

Yang Ling shook his head and said, "Go and tell the brothers, we must be rewarded for this revenge. Let's rest and eat first, eat and drink enough, and then go to seek justice for the villagers who died!"

"Yes!"

When Wang Huzi heard Yang Ling's words, he immediately cheered up again. He dared to let them replenish their strength, and there was a wave of warmth in his heart.

The brothers haven't had a full night's sleep in the past two days. Although the battlefield is cruel, it is normal for them to not sleep for days and nights when they fought fiercely with the little devils, but the guerrilla brothers have not experienced such a high-intensity battle after all. Fighting is already too much for me now.

Although the brothers could not wait to go to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade to take revenge, but facing Yang Ling's order, they could only rest patiently and wait for dinner.

Qian Fuming, the new village head of Zhangjiaji, escaped by hiding in the cellar during the attack by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, but his house was burned down and many family members were killed.

At this moment, he has a blood feud against the Japanese National Salvation Brigade. When he heard that Yang Ling was going to fight the Anti Japanese National Salvation Brigade entrenched in Xinzhuang, he was the first to raise his hands in favor.

Now that the brothers hadn't eaten, he hurriedly asked the people in the village to cook for the brothers. The people were grateful to the guerrilla officers and soldiers for supporting them and took out rice noodles to cook for them.

In just half an hour, the hungry brothers ate hot meals and devoured the meal, so that the brothers finally regained some physical strength.

"The reconnaissance platoon goes first to find out the enemy's firepower configuration in Xinzhuang."

After receiving the order, the reconnaissance platoon set off with all the ammunition after a hasty meal, and disappeared into the night.

The first guerrilla battalion originally had 100 brothers, but more than [-] people were killed in the battle with the little devil, and more than [-] people were injured. Now all [-] brothers are gathered in Zhangjiaji.

The people in Zhangjiaji now love and respect the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas. Although many people's homes were burned to ruins, they still took out the little rations they had rescued and gave them to their brothers, which made Yang Ling and the others feel deeply. move.

"Go back and bring out some oceans and food, and help all the villagers whose houses were burned to tide over the difficulties and resettle them well."

Naturally, Yang Ling would not ignore these folks and let Zhang Liechen take full responsibility for resettlement, and Zhang Liechen agreed wholeheartedly.

It was almost midnight after the brothers had a rest after dinner, and then, led by Yang Ling, they disappeared into the night and headed straight for Xinzhuang.

In order to avoid alarming the enemy, the guerrilla brothers did not light torches, and the team was filled with grief and indignation.

With guns on their backs, the brothers crossed the large forest and reeds in silence, waded through several streams, and crossed the river, and arrived at the outskirts of Xinzhuang in a short time.

"Everyone rests where they are, and they are not allowed to speak without orders, and they are not allowed to move around without authorization."

Yang Ling asked the brothers of the first battalion to hide in a piece of undulating grass, waiting for news from the brothers of the investigation platoon.

Xinzhuang, where the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was entrenched, was also a small village, but the members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were used to being domineering, and often bullied the people of Xinzhuang.

Under the oppression of the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, in a short period of time, the people of Xinzhuang could not bear it and ran away. Now only the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are stationed here.

At any rate, it was also the station of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade. They were worried about being retaliated after beating the devils, but they built a lot of fortifications and barbed wire fences, making Xinzhuang like a copper wall and an iron wall.

This time, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade thought that the two-sided attack with the devils would wipe out the third guerrilla detachment, and it became a powerful armed force in the nearby area.

It's a pity that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was unlucky. They learned that the devils had retreated as soon as they attacked Xinzhuang, so they retreated in disgrace.

"Damn it, why is the little devil so ungrateful? The guerrillas were beaten to the bum in less than a day by nearly a thousand people. Isn't this a trap for us?"

Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Team, was in a particularly bad mood. He was thought to be able to kill the guerrillas. Now, instead of killing the guerrillas, he had an enmity with the guerrillas. I'm afraid life will be difficult in the future.

"Brother, there is no need to worry too much. Although the devils were repulsed by the guerrillas, I expect the guerrillas' losses will not be small. We have experienced the strength of the little devils. I am afraid that the guerrillas who have suffered heavy losses are now trying to deal with us. Powerless."

Hu Biao, the deputy team leader, was sitting there with a big horse and a golden knife, without any worry on his face.

"Besides, now we have little devils behind us, no, with the backing of the imperial army, are we still afraid of the guerrillas?" Now Hu Biao is confident and doesn't take the guerrillas seriously.

When Captain Han Feihu heard this, he also settled down a bit, and instead of pacing back and forth, he returned to his chair and sat down.

"But the guerrilla guy surnamed Yang is very serious. We attacked Zhangjiaji this time. I'm afraid he won't let it go. Tell the brothers not to go out for a few days, wake up a little, and watch out for them to come and retaliate." Han Feihu exhorted worriedly.

Hu Biao is quite confident in Xinzhuang's defense, and this time he got a lot of weapons and ammunition from the devils, which greatly enhanced his strength, so he really doesn't pay much attention to the guerrillas now.

He said carelessly: "Brother, don't worry, our Xinzhuang is impenetrable, even if the guerrillas want to come and take revenge on us, I'm afraid they won't be able to eat us, and their teeth will have to be broken!"

Han Feihu nodded and added: "Send some people over there tomorrow to find out the news and see how the guerrillas lost this time, and then we can make plans."

Han Feihu also understood now that if the guerrillas suffered a lot of losses, they would not mind taking advantage of the fire to destroy the guerrillas and treat them as a welcome gift to the devils.

If the strength of the guerrillas is still there, then Xinzhuang can't stay there, and he has to go to Qinghe Town to stay with the devils to be safe.

What Han Feihu didn't expect was that Yang Ling had always been a resolute person, and the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade took advantage of the fire to attack Zhangjiaji. Whether it was to avenge the death of the villagers, or to eliminate the black sheep in the anti-Japanese team, Yang Ling would not let them go.