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

While the guerrillas were evacuating the people in the fighting area, Yang Ling was also explaining to Sun Zhong, the director of military supplies, in the temporary headquarters of the General Command.

"Arrange the evacuated people to settle down in nearby villages and towns first. Those who have relatives will join relatives, and those who have no relatives will be arranged by the army. Let them come back after the battle."

"The flour mills and rice mills that were just taken from the hands of the devils sent out some food, and the people who were evacuated couldn't be left hungry."

"The patriotic gentry in the nearby villages and towns should also mobilize and set up a patriotic committee so that they can arrange for the evacuated people nearby. The military propaganda team must also be sent out. Everyone must know that at the moment when the country is ruined, We Chinese must unite and tide over the difficulties together!"

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Yang Ling was talking, while Sun Zhong, the director of military supplies, memorized every order carefully.

Although he asked the people to evacuate, Yang Ling didn't ignore it and asked Sun Zhong, the quartermaster, to temporarily dispatch someone to make arrangements.

Yang Ling's development speed is really too fast. In just a few months, they have changed from a guerrilla detachment that was being chased and had nowhere to hide to the behemoth it is today.

Their soldiers were easy to recruit. Those local residents who were persecuted by the devils and could not survive, those refugees who were poorly clothed and hungry, and those scattered soldiers of the regular army were fine.

Their troops expanded to two to three thousand in a short period of time, but in this era when national education is not popular, there is no shortage of soldiers who dare to fight the devils to the death, but they lack people who can read and write.

The traditional characters used in this era are not the simplified characters of the later generations. Yang Ling looks like he has a big head, let alone those people who can't eat enough to eat are able to learn.

In this day and age, anyone who can go to school is someone from a well-to-do family, and many of these people are marching in the safe rear area or joining the regular army.

In the plan of the Chongqing Military Commission, although Yang Ling and his guerrilla troops were also a type of regular troops, they were not attractive enough to attract scholars to join.

Most of the guerrillas were composed of peasants who could not read a few words. When Yang Ling established the Anti-Japanese Federation in Huaiyin, he saw that many villages were armed with self-defense forces. They didn't even have a gun. They only had some kitchen knives, hoes and Red-tasseled guns and other cold weapons.

Relying on these cold weapons, the people behind the enemy line and the little devils have been fighting, and then become an inconspicuous and cold number among the 3000 million casualties.

Due to the lack of independent civilian officials, Yang Ling was assigned to the Military Supply Department to do all these things.

The Quartermaster Department is not like a combat unit that needs to train and fight, which affects cultural learning, but the personnel of the Quartermaster Department have enough time to attend literacy classes and be able to read and write.

The current phenomenon is that the military supply department has become a talent training base for Yang Ling and his troops, and those who have graduated from the literacy class are quickly transferred to each battalion and company as staff officers or communications soldiers.

As for them who have never been to a military academy, they can learn while fighting, sum up experience on the battlefield, and then perform their duties. Under the difficult conditions, Yang Ling has no choice.

Yang Ling has already realized the importance of talents. When he led the main force of the guerrillas to attack Gaoyou south, Zhang Liechen, the deputy captain who stayed behind, had already started recruiting civilian officials.

Difficulties are temporary. Yang Ling believes that as long as he survives this difficult period, there will be bread and milk.

The people in the fighting area were evacuating, and they gathered on the street from all over, like countless streams converging into a big river, slowly flowing into the darkness in the distance.

Behind them are the blazing flames, the black smoke straight into the sky, and the Chinese soldiers who are hiding in the ruins and fighting the devils. Every inch of the mountains and rivers is an inch of blood. The Chinese soldiers are fighting bloody battles, and the Chinese soldiers have never flinched.

The faces of the people were numb and tear-stained. After they were taken out of the fighting area by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, the guerrilla officers and soldiers turned around and entered the battlefield.

Now the task of maintaining these evacuated residents falls on some patriots and secret agents hiding in Gaoyou City.

Their cuffs were tied with white cloth as a sign, and they spontaneously assisted the troops to transfer and evacuate the people. As time went by, more patriots stood up and took the initiative to assume the responsibilities that a Chinese should have.

The civilians were evacuating, and they were getting farther and farther away from the fighting area. In the warehouses and factories not far from their evacuation, some officers and soldiers who had come down from the line of fire and were still smoking were also gathering.

The logistics department under the Quartermaster Department has temporarily set up a large pot behind, and the pots of gruel are steaming, and the white flour steamed buns are being formed in a steamer.

The women who volunteered to help cook the fire were also busy. In this winter night, there were fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, but they had smiles on their faces.

Smelling the refreshing smell of steamed buns made of white flour, the brothers who were accustomed to eating rice buns stretched their necks, waiting for the meal to start, and glanced at the women.

In the eyes of officers and soldiers, these busy women are the most beautiful women in the world, and they are willing to use their lives to protect them from being harmed by devils.

Body 9 Chapter [-] The Assembled Troops

In a dark and gloomy warehouse piled with sundries, 55 brothers from the Flame Special Forces Brigade and [-] outstanding shooters from each company have already gathered here.

As the advance troops, the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade have been walking in front of the large troops to spy on the enemy's situation and responsible for clearing out some devil sentry patrols.

And when the main guerrilla battalion under the corps entered the battlefield, their small number of elites withdrew, preparing to infiltrate the enemy's rear to wreak havoc after a rest, which was their strength.

But now they have been waiting here for a long time, and no order has been handed down. Instead, more than 20 elite shooters from each company have been added, which makes them puzzled.

Although no order was handed down, the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade were still as calm as water, without the slightest anxiety.

Years of fighting have allowed this group of veterans to remain calm and quiet under any circumstances. While they were waiting for orders, they were eating to replenish their energy, and some were closing their eyes to recharge their batteries.

This group of veterans of the Lie Yan Special Forces Brigade were all like strangers who did not know each other, exuding a cold aura, and kept silent all the time, which made this warehouse full of sundries look extraordinarily depressing.

"Hey, what do you think the officer asked us to do here?"

Sniper Zhang Hai seemed extremely uncomfortable in this dull and oppressive atmosphere. After looking around for a while, he elbowed his brother Wu Hao who came with him.

They were ordered to perform a special task just now, and then they were separated from their company and taken to this dim warehouse.

When they came to this warehouse, the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade were already here, and they just glanced at them calmly and then went about their own business, treating them as air.

As new recruits, Zhang Hai and the others were curious and awed by the Lieyan Special Forces, who had always been blinded by the gods and dragons. They also found a corner and sat down by themselves, looking at them secretly.

But after such a long time, people came in one after another, but these special forces officers and soldiers remained silent, which made Zhang Hai and the others more curious.

"You ask me, I'll ask who to go to." Wu Hao held his selected [-] rifle and gave Zhang Hai a supercilious look.

Although the two of them were recruits who had just joined the army, they were from hunters, so they had good marksmanship and became snipers in the company.

There were originally two sniper teams in their infantry company, but half of them were transferred this time. They were transferred to perform a special task.

Now that he has been waiting here in a daze for so long, but there is no movement, Zhang Hai is a little impatient, and he doesn't know how the brothers and devils in his company are doing, and now the gunshots have also taunted him.

Wu Hao is also full of doubts now. He wanted to ask those special forces officers and soldiers who were full of murderous aura, but he was discouraged several times, because the cold appearance of the other party was really hard to approach.

"Why don't you ask them?" Wu Hao looked at Zhang Hai who was about to sit back, and pouted at the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces not far away, urging him to ask.

"Why don't you go?"

Zhang Hai shrank his neck when he saw those brothers from the special forces team who were like ten thousand years of ice.

"Why, dare not?" Seeing Zhang Hai shrunk his neck, Wu Hao smiled, holding the gun and leaning against the wall again, but he still stared at Zhang Hai waiting for his reaction from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Hai was so provoked by Wu Hao, he blurted out: "Who says I dare not, just ask..."

But as soon as he said the words, he regretted it, and sat back half-up, cursing inwardly, almost being fooled, he grinned at Wu Hao and said, "You can ask me if you want. Let me play with the short gun for a few days."

Zhang Hai wasn't stupid either, he was thinking about the devil's short gun captured by Wu Hao.

What Wu Hao seized was a Southern pistol owned by a devil officer, which is not a rare item for an officer. After all, this pistol has a high failure rate, and even suicide is difficult to guarantee, so it was abandoned by many Chinese officers.

But Wu Hao and Zhang Hai, the new recruits in the occupied areas, are different. They don't have the ability to obtain a shell gun that can fire [-] bullets at a time like an officer.

So it's good to be able to get a devil's pistol. After all, this thing is small and easy to carry. For snipers like them who fight alone, if they are touched by the enemy, it is the best self-defense weapon.