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

Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, saw that the situation was not good and wanted to jump out of the window to escape. The brothers who rushed in raised their guns and shot him. The bullet pierced his chest and was captured alive by the brothers.

The deputy team leader led a squad of people to try to resist, threw a few grenades in, and met Hades in the flames of the explosion. When the brothers rushed in, they only saw some corpses that had been blown into rotten flesh.

"Report! The village movement position has been taken!"

"Report, the north of the village is under my control!"

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Text Chapter 825

When it was daylight, the battle in Xinzhuang was drawing to a close. Occasionally, one or two gunshots broke the dawn, which was the search team of the guerrillas searching for the remnants of the enemy.

The explosion ignited several large tile-roofed houses in Xinzhuang. Thick smoke was billowing, and hot tongues of flames were flying around. The walls in some courtyards became riddled with holes, all of which were bomb craters left by the battle.

Although Han Feihu's Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has a full number of four or five hundred people, except for the core of more than a hundred people from water bandits who are powerful in fighting, the rest are a group of mobs.

On the contrary, the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas have gone through the test of the flames of war. They have fought face-to-face with the little devils, so in the face of the surprise attack of the guerrillas, Han Feihu's resistance was quickly defeated.

"Go, hurry up—"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers with gunsmoke-black faces had bloodshot eyes at the moment, but their fighting spirit was high. Wherever they stood with their guns, they were as hard as rocks, and their chilling eyes made the prisoners palpitate.

A row of disarmed members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, disheveled, were driven out from various places by guerrilla officers and soldiers armed with guns, and gathered in the open space in front of the Xinzhuang ancestral hall.

The battle ended smoothly, and those who resisted the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were all sent to meet the King of Hades, while those who voluntarily threw away their rifles and surrendered became prisoners.

"Tuan Zuo, I really made you guess right, this bastard with the surname Han is really a little devil—"

Battalion Commander Wang Huzi's face was still stained with blood, and he picked up a light machine gun with a crooked handle that was probably new, and his words were full of anger.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was originally an anti-Japanese armed force under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, but now it kills its own compatriots with machine guns secretly funded by the little devils. How can this not make people angry.

Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, sneered: "The little devils are really willing to spend their money. Just gave them a full six machine guns. It's a pity that these prodigals don't know how to use them. It's a waste of money for us."

Although the power of the machine gun is great, it is not a matter of one day for people who can't read a few words to skillfully operate the machine gun to exert their combat effectiveness.

Besides, the machine gun is not only enough to be able to fire, but also needs to be maintained. After all, the rate of fire of the machine gun is fast. If the maintenance cannot keep up on weekdays, the barrel will be scrapped after a long time.

Although the devils allocated a batch of weapons and ammunition to them in order to strengthen the strength of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, they wanted them to attack the guerrillas from behind.

But when Han Feihu came here, he wanted to preserve his strength, and these new weapons and equipment were not yet proficient, so his combat effectiveness dropped instead, and Yang Ling and the others took over.

Although a large number of weapons and ammunition were seized, and the culprit who killed Zhangjiaji's Patriotic Army family was also brought to justice, Yang Ling still looked serious.

The devil has now begun to use various means to win over and divide the anti-Japanese armed forces behind the enemy lines. The situation in the future will be more severe, and the fighting will be more cruel. He is worried about the future of the guerrillas.

"Report—" Just as Yang Ling and the others were counting the confiscated items, a veteran with firm eyes came over and stood at attention and saluted.

Yang Ling raised his head and asked, "How is it?"

The veteran replied with a serious face: "Han Feihu's teeth were hard, and he died without asking anything."

Han Feihu tried to flee during the battle, but was shot. Although he missed the heart and other vital organs, he lost too much blood and died within a short time.

"Damn, this bastard is cheap! I still want to bring him back to Zhangjiaji to show off to the public."

Hearing that Han Feihu had died, Wang Huzi still cursed unwillingly, but now that he is dead, there is no need to take a corpse back.

"His subordinates have all confessed. The person who contacted them was Liu Liang, the former rich man of Wangjiazhuang, and he also brought the weapons." After Wang Huzi finished cursing, the veteran continued to add.

Hearing that it was the traitor Liu Liang who ordered the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade to surrender to the little devil according to the front line of the bridge, which led to the tragedy in Zhangjiaji, the irritable Wang Huzi immediately jumped up.

"It turns out it's that bastard surnamed Liu, and others, I'm going to kill this scum alive!"

The veteran said helplessly: "I heard that the person surnamed Liu was still in Xinzhuang yesterday, but just now I went to look for the prisoner and couldn't find it. I guess he ran away in the chaos."

Hearing that the traitor Liu Liang had escaped, Wang Huzi was still furious, and cursed, "What are you doing to eat? A living man can run away. Now hurry up and send someone to chase him. I want to live or die!"

It was still dark when Yang Ling and the others attacked Xinzhuang, and they were not familiar with the terrain in the dark, so it was a pity that Liu Liang ran away in the chaos.

"Okay, it's been half an hour, and I can't catch up." Yang Ling waved his hand to stop the order to send someone to chase him: "If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. As long as he is in Qinghe Town, he will have to clean up sooner or later." killed him."

Now with the destruction of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, the only place where the traitor Liu Liang lived was the little devil in Qinghe Town. If he can't catch up now, it doesn't mean that Yang Ling can't deal with him.

His special forces team has just been formed and hasn't made any achievements yet, and it happens to take the head of the traitor Liu Liang as a sacrificial knife.

"Sir, the prisoners have been counted. There are 180 prisoners in total, and there are [-] of them." Soon, someone came to report.

"Six crooked light machine guns, three grenadiers, three hundred Hanyang rifles, and 23 short guns were seized..."

It can be said that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was basically annihilated by the guerrilla raids. Since then, there has been no such armed force as the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade in this area.

Naturally, Yang Ling would not follow the truth, and ordered: "Write a report on the specific situation and send it to the commander of the column. The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has defected to the enemy, and our department has wiped it out!"

Now, no matter whether the guerrilla commander believes it or not, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has been destroyed anyway. Yang Ling believes that they will not waste time and energy investigating for a team that has already been destroyed.

"What about the more than 300 prisoners, do you want them?" Blacksmith, the taciturn deputy battalion commander, said and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

In his view, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade had murdered so many civilians in Zhangjiaji, it would be better to kill them all, so as not to waste food.

Yang Ling didn't think so. After all, it was their main leader who surrendered to the devils, but most of them were just following orders, and there was no need to kill them all.

Yang Ling thought for a while and ordered, "Go and interrogate them one by one. Anyone who has killed or set fire to Zhangjiaji will be screened out by me. Those who have not committed crimes will be included in our team. Those who have committed crimes, blacksmith, you know what to do."

There was no emotion on the blacksmith's resolute face. He knew that he had always done the dirty work by himself. Without saying a word, he went straight to the captives in front of the ancestral hall with a blood-dripping saber in his hand.

The screening of more than 300 people is a lot of work. Fortunately, the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade are now facing the cold muzzle and have become fish on the chopping board, almost answering every question.

Soon, more than 150 people who participated in the Zhangjiaji tragedy were all identified, and some water bandits who were usually vicious and vicious were also isolated and taken into a courtyard.

In just over ten minutes, Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, stepped out of the yard covered in blood, and the faces of several veterans who followed him turned pale.

The raging fire ignited, and the smell of barbecue permeated Xinzhuang. All the dead were not buried, and they were all set on fire. Looking at the sizzling human oil, the prisoners who were still alive were all at this moment. Legs go limp.

"If I had known this before, why did I do it in the first place..." Wang Huzi retracted his eyes from the oily light burning in the fire, muttered to himself, shook his head and sighed.

Text Chapter 826 Relatives

The third guerrilla detachment achieved a complete victory in its first anti-encirclement and suppression campaign. It not only inflicted a large number of casualties on the invading Japanese and puppet troops, but also took the opportunity to eradicate the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade who defected to the enemy.

Although the enemy was repelled and the small base area was defended, the third guerrilla detachment also suffered heavy losses, with nearly 300 casualties.

Now the third guerrilla detachment only has a total of more than a thousand brothers, and a quarter of them were lost in this battle. Although it will not hurt the muscles and bones, it still has a lot of casualties.

Yang Ling also attached great importance to these casualties, and tried his best to rescue those who could be rescued.

Now Yang Ling and the others not only have their own separate medical team, but also sent people to the distant Lianyungang to buy a batch of western medicine, which is now a life-saving medicine.