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

Yang Ling glanced at the staff officer approvingly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this matter, there are quite a few local self-defense forces who joined our North Jiangsu Anti-Japanese Association, let them take over nearby and be responsible for local security."

Although the local self-defense forces that joined the North Jiangsu Anti-Japanese Federation have not yet been brought under Yang Ling's command, although the two parties seem to be in a cooperative relationship now.

However, Yang Ling sent some military trainers to their ranks to train and spread patriotic ideas. Yang Ling believed that sooner or later, these forces would all belong to him.

Now the main targets of my guerrilla forces are little devils and puppet troops. As for the maintenance of local law and order, it would be best to hand over to the local self-defense forces, so as to prevent my troops from being too scattered.

And the self-defense armed forces in these places are formed by the locals themselves, so they will not harm the local people, but can play a protective role.

After Yang Ling's order was issued, the nine recruit companies took active actions and launched a large-scale military operation in the surrounding areas of Huaiyin.

The brothers of these recruit companies had been trained in the camp for less than a week, and now they were directly dragged into the battlefield by Yang Ling to fight against water bandits and gang forces.

The first few battles were barely won, but as time went by, the brothers of these recruit companies have been able to skillfully cooperate and defeat the enemy several times.

Under the tempering of the flames of war, the recruits have grown rapidly, and have lost the youthfulness of the peasants, becoming decisive soldiers one by one.

Yang Ling's military campaign against gang forces and bandits caused a lot of restlessness around him, and the severed heads piled up into hills.

Although this cleansing seemed bloody and cruel, it completely broke the evil forces in these areas and brought them back under Yang Ling's control.

The commoners were terrified at the beginning. After all, these soldiers would arrest and kill people if they disagreed. But when they found the bullies and bandits around them disappeared, they clapped their hands and applauded.

Through this method, Yang Ling not only eradicated the cancer hidden in the local area, but also won the support of the local people, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Tuan Zuo, this time we have wiped out gangs, water bandits, and rogues including the Small Knife Club, a total of 35 forces, annihilating and reforming more than 5000 people."

When General Lei Xiong, the staff officer in charge of the cleansing operation, reported to the ground, Yang Ling was also taken aback. He didn't expect that there were so many forces in just three counties near Huaiyin.

In fact, it is no wonder that Yang Ling was surprised, but after the collapse of order, all forces appeared one after another, and ghosts and snakes appeared, so that the situation in the enemy-occupied area was extremely complicated, and the people really lived in dire straits middle.

However, Yang Ling's bloody cleansing operation this time completely eradicated these cancerous tumors and returned the local people to a blue sky.

"We also seized a lot of weapons, food and other materials. There are more than 2000 long and short guns, more than 200 million catties of food, 11 oceans, and countless jewelry and money..."

These local gang forces were attached to the people to suck blood, and they looted a lot of things. Yang Ling was shocked by the seizure of so many things.

"All the money and jewels were handed over to the Military Quartermaster Office for registration and registration, the food was distributed to the local villagers on the spot, and the guns and ammunition were sold to the local village self-defense forces. Remember, selling to them is not giving away."

Yang Ling's selling guns and ammunition to the village self-defense team was also helpless. Although he is rich now, but there are so many people under his command who want to eat.

"Report, the theater command has a telegram..."

While Yang Ling was counting the seized allocations with the staff officer Lei Xiong, Li Changqing, the communications platoon leader, hurried into the room.

Text 8 Chapter Ninety Skirmishers

A desolate and dilapidated village in the north of Gaoyou City exudes a chill in the morning mist. A row of corpses of villagers hanging from tree trunks in front of the village have been dried, and the torn cloth strips are swaying in the wind.

"There are no devils and Er Gouzi."

A Chinese soldier with dirty and tattered clothes poked his head out from behind a field ridge with a tense face. After watching for a while, he lowered his voice and gestured behind him.

Soon, there was the sound of messy and heavy footsteps, and more than 30 Chinese soldiers with unkempt hair and haggard faces came out from the wormwood they were hiding in.

They were covered with scars, many of them were still wearing rotten sandals in this freezing weather, their feet were scratched and bloody, and they looked extremely weak.

The row of dead bodies hanging from the tree trunks at the entrance of the village has completely rotted away. They are the corpses of some villagers, men, women and children.

Seeing these hanging and swaying corpses, the footsteps of this group of weak Chinese soldiers paused slightly, but there was no emotion at all on their numb and empty faces, and they entered the village in a hurry as if fleeing at a glance.

They have seen too many scenes like this along the way. At the beginning, they were still angry and hateful, but now they are completely numb.

The little devils and the puppet army brutally suppressed and swept up the villagers who supported the Chinese army, often massacring entire villages.

The corpses of these slaughtered villagers will be hung up to frighten the surrounding villagers and local guerrillas. The devils try to intimidate the resistance troops in this bloody way and disintegrate their fighting spirit.

But the devil made a mistake. China's culture has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has never bowed its head in the face of alien slaughter countless times. How can it lower its head now?

The more bloody the devil's suppression and massacre, the more resistance the Chinese people and soldiers have aroused, because the hatred has been buried deep in their hearts.

The honest peasants on weekdays also started to fight the little devils with weapons. They looked as docile as Mianyang in front of the devils.

But once they encounter a little devil who is alone, they will definitely attack in groups, so that cases of ghost soldiers continue to disappear.

Every time a single little devil disappeared, the devil's commander would vent his anger on the nearby villages, and would kill some suspected suspects, but it was still difficult to stop their disappearances.

This is like a vicious cycle. The more the devils kill, the more fierce the resistance of the Chinese people will be. As a result, many areas have been slaughtered into no-man's land.

"Everyone look around to see if there is anything to eat."

Acting company commander Luo Feng weakly ordered several slightly injured officers and soldiers to look for food, and he took the seriously wounded to find an undamaged house and sat down limply to rest.

They broke up from Gaoyou City and broke out. At the beginning, they followed the first guerrilla commander, General Ma Yuren, to attack Gaoyou City. Although the attack was frustrated, the devils did not feel well.

But just when they were about to launch a night attack against the devils, their guerrilla headquarters was attacked by a powerful devil, and the attack came from behind them.

Half of the guard battalion of the Guerrilla Command was killed in just half an hour of fighting, and their commander, General Ma Yuren, was also martyred.

Although Luo Feng and other troops turned around for reinforcements, they desperately wanted to keep the little devil who attacked their headquarters, and avenge the sacrificed General Ma Yuren.

But that little devil's strength was too strong. They lost more than 200 brothers but were unable to stop the other party, and finally let the other party calmly break through.

As the command organization of the first guerrilla force was attacked by the devils, the troops in the devil's city launched a counterattack. The two sides fought bloody battles under the city for two days. The guerrilla forces were finally weak and forced to retreat.

During the retreat, they were ambushed by a brigade of the puppet army, so that the guerrilla troops retreating from Gaoyou City suffered heavy losses and had to split up to break through.

When all the war zones are launching large-scale counterattacks against the little devils, the battle under Gaoyou City has ended, and the guerrilla forces ended in complete defeat.

Luo Feng's small unit, which had fought bloody battles for several days, forcibly tore a bloody path in the ambush of the puppet army, and gathered some scattered soldiers along the way, with a maximum number of more than 100 people.

But in the battle with the pursuing puppet army, after several battles, the surviving more than 30 people are all scarred and hungry, and they have no fighting power.

They were originally troops from southern Jiangsu, but now they were chased by the puppet army and the search troops of the puppet army and they ran to nowhere.

And these villages and towns along the way were either guarded by puppet troops or burned to ruins, so they couldn't find the place even if they asked for directions.

Seeing that there is a village here, they can't care about anything now. They want to search in the village to see if they can find something to fill their stomachs.

The village was dilapidated and dead silent, with burnt black ruins everywhere, and the lightly wounded were scrambling among the ruins, searching for anything that could be eaten.

But this place has been brutally raided once by the Japanese and puppet troops. It can be said that no human beings or animals were left behind. They searched for several rice jars, but they were all empty.

"You motherfucker, you don't even leave us a grain of food..."

Some slightly wounded roared in despair and kicked over the rice vat, trying to vent their anger. If they couldn't find food, they would either freeze to death or starve to death.

"There's something!" When the brother was holding his head in despair, one of the brothers spotted a wooden board under the kicked rice vat out of the corner of his eye.