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

Shiban Village, shrouded in morning mist, was like boiling water, and immediately became noisy. Men, women and children in mottled clothes rushed out with hoes and sickles, and went straight to the entrance of the village.

At this moment, Wu Changqing was following Yang Ling's order to bring a brother from the infantry company into the village to arrest the members of the Small Knife Society. When he saw such a large group of people pouring out in a crowd, he was also shocked.

"Ready to fight"

Wu Changqing turned sideways to hide behind a wall, roared and waved his hands back violently.

The more than 100 officers and soldiers of the infantry company following Wu Changqing immediately dispersed, relying on walls, sundries, etc. to hide, and pointed their guns at the people who rushed over.

"boom!"

Wu Changqing pulled the trigger with a cold face to the sky, and a large group of shouting people who rushed over were immediately frightened.

"We are anti-Japanese guerrillas, not little devils. We are only here to arrest the murderer of the Knife Society. It has nothing to do with the rest. We all go back to our respective homes, otherwise the swords and guns will have no eyes!"

Wu Changqing saw these civilians with weapons in their hands and warned them loudly.

"We killed the guerrillas last night. Everyone has a share. No one can get rid of the responsibility. Everyone is blessed by a talisman. They are invulnerable. Go up and kill them!" The members of the Small Knife Society shouted loudly when they saw the people hesitate. .

The members of the Small Knife Club took out a large handful of so-called talismans from their pockets and stuck them on the bodies of these common people, encouraging them to charge forward.

Seeing the talisman on their bodies, these common people seemed to be really invulnerable, and they immediately became energetic.

"Amulet body protection, invulnerable!"

"Amulet body protection, invulnerable!"

......

Holding sticks, sickles, and hoes in their hands, the common people rushed towards the guerrilla officers and soldiers again, with fanaticism on their faces.

Seeing these crazy people rushing over, the brothers in the infantry company all pulled the bolts with a clatter, their nerves tensed up like steel wires, and they might shoot at any time.

Battalion Commander Wu Changqing's complexion also darkened, cursing these knives associations is really harmful, and using these unarmed civilians as a cover, if they encounter devils and puppet soldiers, none of them will survive.

"Don't shoot, sniper team, kill the fiercest ones with guns in their hands!"

Wu Changqing was worried that the shooting would accidentally injure the people, so he directly asked the sniper team to take action and kill the few leaders.

Now each infantry company under Yang Ling's command had two sniper teams of two. They were the best marksmen in the company, responsible for sniping the opponent's machine gunners and commanders in battle.

Although the brothers in the sniper team were still holding [-] rifles, they were selected with the best performance. They had already occupied a favorable shooting position from the very beginning.

Now after receiving Wu Changqing's order, in just a few breaths, dull gunshots rang out one after another.

Among the rushing crowd, several blood splashes splashed, and blood holes the size of fists appeared on the heads of two members of the Small Knife Society, and they fell straight to the ground.

The hot spring of blood splashed in all directions, startling the screaming common people, and immediately frightened them.

The other members of the Small Knife Club were also a little dazed. They hadn't figured out why their companion was shot dead suddenly, and the bullets came to them one after another.

The members of these small knife clubs are extremely conspicuous in the crowd, because only they hold weapons such as long guns, short guns and knives in their hands, and the common people take what they have.

As the members of the Small Knife Club were killed one by one, the clamorous people who rushed forward first stopped, and then they saw the blood and flesh of the people around them splattered, and soon collapsed.

"Run! They're killing people!"

When these bewitched people found that the so-called talisman didn't work, the desire to survive still prevailed, and they threw away the things in their hands one after another, turned their heads and fled to the village.

At this moment, there was also the sound of firefighting from the mound behind the village. It was the head of the branch of the Small Knife Society with his core confidants who were about to take the opportunity to slip away and exchange fire with the brothers who were in charge of the side and rear encirclement of the guerrillas.

"on!"

Wu Changqing also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people who had been bewitched by the Knife Society were scared away by a burst of gunfire.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers armed with live ammunition rushed towards the village one after another. Their brothers were killed by members of the Small Knife Society, and now their hearts are full of hatred.

Some members of the Small Knife Club saw that the guerrillas began to rush towards the village, and the people in the village had already fled uncontrollably.

After they looked at each other, they had to bite the bullet and shoot, trying to prevent the guerrillas from entering the village, and then waited for their branch masters to reinforce them.

"Da da da......"

Dozens of members of the Small Knife Society tried to resist, their weapons were mottled and messy, and a few light machine gun teams of the guerrilla infantry company raised their hands and shot at them.

"Pfft!"

"Ah!"

The muffled sound of bullets piercing through the flesh sounded, and the blood mist filled the air. The members of the Small Knife Society fell down like wheat.

The firepower of the two sides is not at the same level at all, just a fight, the small knife will suffer heavy casualties.

The surviving members of the Small Knife Society were also stunned. They didn't expect the guerrilla officers and soldiers to be so powerful. After they realized it, their faces turned pale with fright, and they turned and ran away.

But since they dared to shoot at the brothers of the guerrillas, how could the brothers let them go? The brothers fired methodically, shooting them one by one, and killing them one after another.

When Battalion Commander Wu Changqing led the guerrilla officers and soldiers into the village, there was almost no resistance. Most of the members of the Knife Society stranded in Shiban Village had been shot and killed except for sporadically fleeing.

And those common people did not expect that the guerrilla officers and soldiers would kill so decisively. They closed their doors and hid under the windows. They were so frightened that they saw people from the Knife Club being chased and killed by bullets.

In fact, these people don't need to be afraid. Although Yang Ling is not a good man and a believer, he is not a bloodthirsty person either, and he can clearly distinguish between good and bad.

"Report, I have wiped out most of the Small Knife Society in the village, and arrested more than a dozen of its branch masters and their backbones." In just over ten minutes, the guerrilla officers and soldiers completely controlled the situation.

Text Chapter 887 Suppression of gangs

The dilapidated ancestral hall was surrounded by guerrilla officers and soldiers with live ammunition, and their dark and thin faces carried a fierce murderous look.

More than a dozen members of the Little Knife Club, including the branch master of the Little Knife Club, huddled into a ball in embarrassment, and they no longer had the previous arrogance and prestige.

The members of the Small Knife Society are all young and strong men, but at the moment they are all bruised and swollen, and there are shoe marks all over their bodies. If the officer hadn't stopped them, they would have been beaten to death by the angry brothers long ago.

The two sacrificed brothers had been released from the big tree at the entrance of the village, wrapped in mats and placed at the entrance of the ancestral hall, but they were already frozen and stiff.

The brothers joined the guerrillas for the purpose of fighting the devils and defending the country, but now they died in the hands of the Small Knife Society for no reason, and died in the hands of their own compatriots. How can the brothers swallow this breath .

The people who were still in shock were all dragged by the brothers to stand in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, which was different from last night when the branch master of the Little Knife Society pretended to be a ghost to call the so-called patriarch.

Now all the guerrilla officers and soldiers standing around were armed with live ammunition. There was a murderous aura in the air. The atmosphere was dull and depressing, making people afraid to breathe loudly.

Yang Ling stood on the steps without sleep all night, with a haggard face with a sternness that people couldn't look directly at. Regardless of the wailing of the dozen or so members of the Small Knife Society, Yang Ling stared at the people who had been summoned.

Facing Yang Ling's knife-like gaze, these guerrilla officers and soldiers had seen the members of the Shooting Knife Club decisively, and they also had an uncontrollable fear of Yang Ling.

Because they know that as long as this person gives an order, their village may be razed to the ground. This is a troubled world, and whoever has a strong fist can dominate the power of life and death.

"These two brothers of mine have been with me for two years!" Yang Ling's cold voice broke the dull depression.