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

Someone looked around and said in a low voice, "I heard that it was a guerrilla group from Xiaowangzhuang area. I don't know why they went to Yuzhuang in the south. I'm afraid they also wanted to get some food and money to survive this winter."

"I heard that the devils have sent a lot of reinforcements. I'm afraid the guerrillas will steal chickens this time."

"That's not necessarily true. The last time they went to encircle Xiaowangzhuang, didn't they come back in disgrace?"

"Don't tell me, how did this captain become so powerful? It's only been a few months since he was kicked out of Qinghe Town, and he has been defeated by the devils again and again. Why didn't he find out that he is so powerful before."

"What do you know? I heard that the guerrillas are no longer under Zhang Liechen's control. They are called Yang Ling."

"No wonder, the little devil has been beaten to death several times. I see, our Qinghe Town may change at some point..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, people will lose their heads if they hear it."

The old bustard of Yingchun Building came in from the outside, and when she heard the women's comments, her face turned pale with fright, and she looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you have nothing to do, go back and stay with me, and then gossip, be careful that I won't give you food." The old bustard warned with a serious face.

The few gossiping women also kept silent. They glanced at the empty streets and felt that there would be no guests today, so they went back to their respective rooms bored.

The old bustard saw that the women had all returned to the house, and then walked to the backyard, where a middle-aged man was already waiting.

"Did you buy the medicine back?" the middle-aged man asked.

After the old bustard took out a pack of medicine from his bosom and handed it to the middle-aged man, he asked in confusion, "Why do you need so much rat poison?"

The man put it into his pocket nimbly, and replied perfunctorily, "Of course it's a poisonous rat. There are a lot of rats in the kitchen, and a lot of food has been stolen."

The old bustard didn't have much doubts, because his friend was doing odd jobs in the devil's camp, and he was in charge of cooking for the devil on weekdays.

"Okay, I'm leaving first, and I'm rushing back to cook for the imperial army." After walking a few steps, the man turned around and added: "If you have nothing to do today, don't go out. you."

"You don't want to gamble, if you lose again, I won't have the money to buy things for you anymore." The old bustard muttered dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man responded, and left through the back door, walked through the alley, and went straight to the devil's camp.

At this moment, there are not many troops staying in the devil's camp, most of them have left the town to reinforce Yuzhuang, and only half of the squadron stayed in the town.

Soon the middle-aged man arrived at the gate of the devil camp. There were still dense bomb craters on the wall, which were left by the guerrilla attack a week ago.

The devil's sentinel knew the middle-aged man and quickly let him in. The middle-aged man went straight to the kitchen.

"Wang San, what the hell are you doing?" The middle-aged man ran into the kitchen steward as soon as he reached the gate of the kitchen yard.

"My mother is sick..."

Wang San bit the bullet and wanted to explain, but before he finished speaking, the steward interrupted him with a straight face.

"Damn, you're trying to fool me, right? Someone saw it and entered the Yingchun Building last night."

The lie was exposed, Wang San was also stunned and didn't know what to say.

The steward looked at Wang San's tsk-tsk sound: "I didn't expect that you would enjoy yourself quite a bit, and you would actually find sister kiln."

"Isn't this a loss of money, and I'm in a bad mood..." Wang San also had a depressed face.

"I don't care if you're in a good mood or not. I told you, if you leave your post without authorization, this month's salary will be gone." The steward made a decision directly.

"Guard Zhang, don't, I still live on that little money." Wang San immediately begged with a bitter face.

The steward put his hands behind his back, looked at Wang San coldly, and urged: "Hurry up and work for me, don't wait any longer, believe it or not, I will also deduct next month's wages for you?"

Looking at the smug steward, Wang San had a frowning look, and had to help carry the food out of the kitchen, ready to send it to the devils outside.

"You are really serious. If you are looking for sister Yao, you can find sister Yao. If you come back early, you will be fine. Look at it, it is almost noon now. Well, it has been a month of work for nothing."

Another handyman also sighed when he saw Wang San's frowning expression.

Their relative in charge is Zhang Manzi, the puppet battalion commander of Qinghe Town, so he is also showing off his might, and they can't fight these hard-working laborers, so they can only swallow their anger in many cases.

However, these handymen were recruited by the devils to help them. In order to show that they were here to help build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, the devils paid them some wages. After all, the wool comes from the sheep, and the devils are not deficit.

The devil's current policy is to use all means possible to win over the people in the areas they control and win support in order to obtain money and food. As for the people on the side controlled by the Chinese army, they mainly burn, kill, and loot to destroy the Chinese army. foundation.

Soon, the handymen pushed the carts and sent the food and soup prepared in the kitchen to the guard posts of the devils and puppet troops in Qinghe Town.

Wang San, taking advantage of people not paying attention, quietly poured the rat poison he got into several wooden buckets filled with hot soup, preparing to give a big gift to the devils.

Text Chapter 837 Assault Company

On the road leading to Qinghe Town, a company of guerrilla officers and soldiers were running forward, heavy panting and messy footsteps mixed together, and smoke and dust billowed under their feet.

Yang Ling and the others ambushed the devil's two squadrons by mistake, making him realize that Qinghe town was empty of troops at the moment, and it was a good time to attack.

If the devils in Qinghe town knew that the troops going out for reinforcements had been ambushed and destroyed, and their defenses were prepared, then the fight would be very difficult.

So Yang Ling did not hesitate to ask the Second Battalion Commander Wu Changqing to lead an infantry company to attack Qinghe Town with light armor, while he led the follow-up troops to follow up with heavy weapons.

"Quick, everyone, run faster!"

Wu Changqing's smoky face was covered with sweat, and he kept urging the guerrilla brothers to speed up.

The brothers of this infantry company had just fought a fierce battle and had to rush to Qinghe Town before they had time to rest. Although they also had armed raids in their usual training, they were still drenched in exhaustion when they really wanted to run.

But most of these guerrilla brothers were peasants who endured hardships and stood hard work before they joined the army. Although they were tired and out of breath at the moment, they all gritted their teeth and stiffened, and no one complained of suffering or tiredness.

The whole team rushed towards Qinghe Town quickly, and they all changed into the devil's [-] big cover rifles. After all, the bullets of the [-] rifles had run out after several battles, so they had to change into the devil's firearms.

The silent and hurried team, sharp bayonets, and blood stains on the military uniforms made them look murderous.

Behind the light infantry company led by Wu Changqing, Yang Ling personally led the guerrilla main force of the four companies carrying captured infantry artillery, mortars and heavy machine guns were also running wildly, but with heavy weapons, the speed was not fast enough.

Now Yang Ling regretted it too much. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have let the brothers tire the tires first, so that they didn't use many devil's cars.

In less than an hour, a battalion commander Wu Changqing led a raiding infantry company to the outskirts of Qinghe Town.

"Who?! Come out!"

The company commander Huagou who was in a hurry suddenly took off the [-] rifle on his shoulder and pointed it at a dense grass beside the road.

The veteran Huagou used to be the platoon leader of the guerrillas. After the guerrillas reorganized into battalion-level troops, Huagou was appointed by Yang Ling as the infantry company commander.

"Come out! If you don't come out again, I will shoot!"

While Lian Changhuagou was drinking coldly, the brothers next to him also stopped, picking up their guns one after another and surrounding them.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot..."

A middle-aged man with his hands raised got out from the grass on the side of the road, and soon two brothers rushed up and threw him down.