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

And another advantage is that although Yang Ling and the others are not a regular army, they are troops under the command of the government, which symbolizes wealth. If they don't take the opportunity to blackmail them, how can they be reconciled.

Almost all the people in Shiban Village were bewitched by the Little Knife Society to join them. They drank the "magic mantra" and claimed to be invulnerable. Because of the large number of people, the forces around them did not dare to provoke them.

But they shouldn't have turned their attention to Yang Ling and the others. You must know that Yang Ling's eyes can't be rubbed with sand.

It is also a kind of self-preservation that you join forces to protect yourself and engage in superstition. As long as you don't surrender to the puppet army and join the North Jiangsu Anti-Japanese Federation, he doesn't care.

But if he hurt his brother who survived the bloody battle with him, then he couldn't tolerate it. He couldn't tolerate his brother not dying on the battlefield, but dying at the hands of the so-called anti-Japanese armed forces.

Chapter 884 Self-help Breakthrough

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade back then was a good example. He Yang Ling was not a good man and a believer. He already had a lot of blood on his hands, so he didn't mind getting more.

Although it was already night, Shiban Village was bustling and bustling. The blazing torches and lit bonfires reflected the reddened and slightly ferocious faces of hundreds of members of the Small Knife Club.

On more than a dozen wooden posts in front of the ancestral hall in Shiban Village, the [-] guerrilla officers and soldiers whose clothes had been stripped were covered in blood and flesh, shivering in the cold wind, and looked half dead.

Around the ancestral hall, hundreds of men, women and children gathered, with crazy faces on their faces, applauding loudly.

A burly, bearded middle-aged man with a twenties pinned to his waist was waving his eyes and staring coldly at a young young man who was detained and kneeling on the ground.

This young man has a bruised nose and a swollen face. He is wearing only a short gown in winter. Although he is held down by two strong men, he still refuses to bow his head stubbornly.

"Boy of the Zhang family, tell me, why don't you hand over the food!"

It was the bearded middle-aged man who spoke, and he was the head of the branch of the Little Knife Club of this generation.

"Why should I hand over the food I grow to you!" Although the young man was beaten, his tone was still strong at the moment.

"Our Xiaodao Society protects you from being bullied by little devils. They are just begging for life on the edge of the knife. It is only natural for you to hand over your food to us." Xiaodaohui branch leader said coldly.

"Damn!" The young man broke his mouth and said loudly, "You said to protect us from being bullied by the little devil, but when the little devil came, where are you guys? Where are you when my father was killed by the devil?! "

The questioning of the young man made the head of the branch of the Little Knife Club hear this, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "You know what, if we hadn't led the army of devils away, let alone your father, the entire village Everyone will suffer!"

"No matter how much you quibble, if you don't hand over the food, you are opposing our Little Knife Society! You are an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!" The branch master of the Little Knife Society stood up and asked loudly to the people around: "Everyone tell me, what is wrong with this little knife society?" How to deal with such an ungrateful person!"

The people around were all brainwashed by the Knife Society, and they all yelled frantically: "Kill him, kill him, don't be such a white-eyed wolf!"

Seeing the clamoring people around and the gang members of the Small Knife Society, the officers and soldiers of the more than a dozen guerrillas who were tied to the wooden stakes also showed expressions of unbearable expression. They knew that this young man was finished.

But now that the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, it is hard to protect themselves, and it is still unknown whether they can survive.

"Okay, I decided that this kind of ungrateful white-eyed wolf can't bypass him, but we must obey the will of our ancestors! I will ask the ancestors what I do." The branch master of the Small Sword Society loudly stopped the noise of the crowd.

After hearing this, the young man's face was ashen. He knew what kind of treatment he would face. He must be dead.

The branch master of the Little Knife Society quickly put on a long robe, holding a spell in his hand and chanting plausibly, performing the pre-execution method, calling on the so-called ancestors to come and punish them.

And the bewitched people around were very devout and silent, and they especially worshiped the branch master of the Small Sword Society.

Seeing the trickster of the hall master with the small knife, a guerrilla officer and soldier who was tied to a wooden stake gently cut the rope tied behind him with a sharp tile while no one was paying attention.

Although the guerrilla brother Sun Liang was covered with scars and pain, he still endured the severe pain and cut it over and over again. This tile was pinched in his hand when he was tied up, and now it has become the hope of living .

But now the eyes of hundreds of people around the ancestral hall were all attracted by the actions of the branch master of the Little Knife Society, and they didn't notice the movements of the guerrilla officer Sun Liang at all.

Soon, the wrist tied behind the stake loosened, and the rope finally broke after several hours of cutting and grinding.

Sun Liang was overjoyed, and while no one was paying attention, he quietly left the stake, went to the side and untied the rope behind his brother. The wounded guerrilla officers and soldiers were very excited, and they were saving themselves under the cover of night.

"What are you doing!"

When Sun Liang and the others were quietly untying the ropes of their companions, one of the Knife Society members who guarded them turned their heads and noticed their movements.

When Sun Liang saw his deeds revealed, he rushed up and threw the members of the Little Swords Club to the ground, before the members of the Little Swords Club could react.

He had seized the small knife at his waist into his own strength, and with a puff stabbed it into the chest of the members of the small knife gang, a fountain of blood sprayed all over his face.

After killing the members of the Little Knife Society with lightning speed, Sun Liang held the bloody knife and hurriedly turned around to cut off the brothers who were still tied up.

"They're going to run!"

At this moment, many people could see the movement here. Seeing Sun Liang and his actions, Xiao Daohui helped blow up the pot.

And their bearded sect master was also furious, and shouted: "We can't let them run away!"

In the eyes of the branch master of the Small Knife Club, Sun Liang and the others are all money, one worth one hundred thousand oceans.

Although Sun Liang and the others had been starved for a day and were beaten and frozen, they were still people who came out of the battlefield.

"Take him with you!"

The squad leader of the guerrilla team grabbed the rifle of a member of the Small Knife Club, and fired at the person who rushed over, knocking him down, and pointed to the young man who was detained not far away to the brothers behind him.

They knew that if they left, this young man would definitely be executed by the members of the Small Knife Society, and they couldn't just leave him alone.

The gang members of the Small Knife Club were overthrown several times in a row, the squad leader of the guerrilla squad shot at the person who rushed over, and the other brothers rushed over, dragged the young man up and ran away.

The sudden chaos and gunshots made the Knife Society members panic, especially after several people were shot, and they all ran around in fright.

"Bless the ancestors, they are invulnerable! Go up and catch them!"

Seeing that the guerrillas were about to break out of the siege, the branch master of the Little Knife Club was also anxious and shouted hastily.

Hearing his shout, those chaotic gang members finally came to their senses and turned around and rushed towards him.

"withdraw!"

Seeing hundreds of people rushing towards them, the squad leader of the guerrilla team also knew that the situation was not good. A single gun could not withstand it, and more than a dozen people ran out of the village in a panic.

The whizzing bullets passed by their sides continuously, hitting the surrounding walls with a loud noise, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers fled in embarrassment with each other supporting each other.

Fortunately, these people in the Small Knife Club had few guns, and their marksmanship was also surprisingly bad. Although the bullets flew around, the guerrilla officers and soldiers were not injured at all, but they turned around and knocked a few of them.

Chapter 885 Seeds of hatred!

These small knives who crazily yelled "Bless the ancestors, you are invulnerable!" The slogan will help the crowd, it seems that they are really invulnerable, crazier than devils.

"what!"

Some guerrilla brothers wailed as they fled, staggering and rolling in the darkness.

Although the members of the Small Knife Club had no military training and their marksmanship was extremely poor, they still hit two guerrilla officers and soldiers by mistake.

Sun Liang, who was fleeing in a panic, saw that a brother had been shot and fell to the ground. He bent down hastily, turned around and ran back, trying to drag the fallen brother up.

The squad leader of the guerrillas also rushed back with two brothers, and kept shooting at the frantically rushing Knife Club gang to stop them.