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

Now that the ambush has lost its effect, let's change to a different style of play, consume the opponent through various fortifications and traps, and achieve the goal of destroying the opponent.

Moreover, Yang Ling had already played a big game of chess in his heart. If it was impossible, their guerrilla corps would retreat into the city to fight street battles with the devils, using themselves as bait to ask friendly troops to come from the outside to make dumplings.

Moreover, Yang Ling had already begun to contact the 117th Brigade of the 349th Division and the guerrilla troops fighting in the nearby area, trying to attract enough devils to Gaoyou for a mass annihilation.

Yang Ling now hopes that this battle will be fought better and better, attract enough devil troops to Gaoyou, consume them, cooperate with the frontal battlefield, and reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield.

As long as enough devils are eliminated in Gaoyou, the devils will not be able to mobilize more troops to control the surrounding areas in a short time.

The benefits of this are also obvious. It can allow the self-defense forces in various regions who are suppressed and beaten by the devils to breathe, and will not be wiped out by the devils. As long as they recover, they can in turn contain a large number of devils.

Under such a continuous virtuous circle, the situation behind the enemy can be opened up, and after being tempered by the flames of war, a large number of officers and soldiers can grow up.

Even if the devils mobilize a large number of troops to fill this area again, the guerrilla troops that have grown up will not be afraid.

Now is to exchange time for space, before the devils react, eliminate as much of their power in this area as possible, and then develop and strengthen themselves.

Yang Ling now just hopes that the devils will continue to use refueling tactics, continue to increase troops to Gaoyou, and then be killed by them.

When the devils reacted, the iron-blooded army that had grown up in the flames of war was no longer something that small devils could deal with.

As long as you have a good fighting force, you can let them gallop behind the enemy lines. After all, the devils are the defenders, and they have the right to attack. Wherever they want to attack, the devils really can't stop them.

"Patriotic committees should also be paid close attention to. Patriotic squires can be appointed as temporary leaders, and villages and towns in the restored villages and towns must immediately form village militia units. As long as they pass the inspection of the officers we sent, we can allocate weapons to them. "

Yang Ling is now fighting the little devils, while actively preparing to develop the patriotic armed forces. After the village self-defense force is established, it can be pulled to the battlefield to hone and practice with the puppet army.

As long as it has fought a war, it is a seed. Even if the main force is not in this area by then, it can become a huge threat to the Japanese and puppet troops.

"Captain and company commander Shen Biao has met the officer!"

In the general command of Guandi Temple, a middle-aged officer in a tattered and dirty gray military uniform stood up and raised his hand to Yang Ling as a military salute.

They were the troops under the command of the former Commander Ma Yuren, but they were dispersed, chased and beaten by the puppet army, and now they are killed again.

Text Chapter 933 Solicitation

"Company Commander Shen, on behalf of the North Jiangsu First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps, thank you for coming back to fight!"

Yang Ling paid a military salute to the bearded Shen Biao, and then stretched out his hand to welcome him.

Although Yang Ling stretched out his hand, Shen Biao did not reach out for a long time. Seeing Yang Ling's clean hand, his face was full of hesitation: "Mr. Yang, my hands are dirty..."

"I also rolled among the corpses in the Shanghai battle. I don't dislike it. Now that I'm back, I'm a brother in the trenches." Yang Ling said.

Hearing what Yang Ling said, Shen Biao stretched out his hand and held Yang Ling's hand together. Shen Biao's heart felt hot, and his eyes turned red.

Yang Ling held Shen Biao's rough and cracked hands, and his nose felt a little sore. What kind of hands are these.

He looked outside the General Pointer, and saw the mottled brothers lined up. In the cold winter months, these guerrilla brothers who fought for the country were even wearing summer single clothes, stuffed with some civilian clothes, and even straw from the clothes. revealing.

"Mr. Yang, I have a small request. We have run out of ammunition, can you give us some..."

Shen Biao is an old man, although he knows that it is too much to make such a request, but at this moment he has to bite the bullet and make it.

They rushed back to join the battle, but they ran out of ammunition, so they couldn't fight devils with flesh and blood, so asking for some ammunition was a helpless move.

As a soldier who would rather bend than bend, in order to fight devils, he could lower his proud head and beg for ammunition, which made Yang Ling feel quite uncomfortable.

But this is the Chinese soldier, who persisted in fighting the little devil under extremely difficult circumstances.

This is not a game of playing house. Every Chinese soldier understands that the little devils are here to subjugate the country and exterminate the species. They must fight to the end and have no choice.

They hope to use their blood and lives in exchange for future generations to live dignifiedly, instead of being subjugated slaves. This is their wish. For this reason, they shed their blood and went forward until they died for the country.

"Staff Liu!"

"Have!"

Staff officer Liu Sheng hastily put down the map in hand and rushed over.

"Go to the kitchen to remind me, if the meal is ready, ask Sun Zhong to get some thick clothes for the brothers." Yang Ling took off his cotton military uniform and put it on Shen Biao's body.

"Mr. Yang, how does this make..." Shen Biao was flattered.

Yang Ling was the commanding officer of the No. [-] Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in North Jiangsu. He was just a small company commander, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Since you are Yang Ling's brother, I will treat everyone equally. We are wearing cotton padded clothes, how can we let you starve and freeze?" Yang Ling's words were so forceful that he almost didn't bring out Shen Biao's tears.

But at this moment, outside, the brothers from the general cooking class had already brought out baskets of steamed white flour steamed buns, as well as boiled rice porridge.

More than 100 guerrilla officers and soldiers who came back saw the food, their eyes were straightened. They were hunted down by the puppet army these days, and they could only eat grass roots. Now their stomachs are already empty.

He was still counting on his company commander to go to Officer Yang for some supplies, but seeing so much food now, everyone was drooling.

"Brothers, be hungry, come and eat quickly." Seeing these dirty and smelly officers and soldiers, the brothers in the cooking squad hurriedly greeted them to eat.

"Thank you very much." A veteran from Guizhou said a very blunt official language, and then rushed over impatiently, grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you."

Many of the officers and soldiers of these guerrillas were stragglers living behind the enemy, especially the harassing troops who interspersed behind the enemy after several battles. With the failure of the battle, they were also blocked from returning.

The Chongqing side ordered the officers and soldiers who had fallen behind the enemy to start guerrilla warfare on the spot. Without support, without supplies, and unfamiliar with the local conditions, they chose to stay.

There are many troops forced to stay in the local area to fight guerrillas. There are Guijun, Yunnan, Sichuan and Guangdong troops from the southwest, as well as those from the Northeast and Northwest. Now the main force in the Sulu theater is the Northeast army unit.

These officers and soldiers from various provinces who did not understand official language and spoke different dialects gathered together. When one company was defeated, they reunited to form a new company.

They are like endless weeds, they can always survive tenaciously, but as time goes by, fewer and fewer troops stay behind the enemy, and their situation becomes more and more difficult.

"It's so pitiful."

Seeing these bruised officers and soldiers gobbling food into their mouths, the guard platoon brothers who were watching were quite upset.

But they also knew that their original situation was similar to that of these brothers. They had to eat or not, and had to wear or not.

If Yang Ling hadn't led them to fight a series of victories, opened up the situation, seized them in various ways, opened a quilt factory, and a grenade workshop, they might be hungry now.

Shen Biao was also wolfing down his food. At first he saw Yang Ling sitting across from him, he was still very reserved, but he couldn't bear his hunger, and soon became like a raging cloud.

A few white flour steamed buns and a bowl of Sanhai porridge all went into his stomach. When he was almost done eating, he raised his head and saw Yang Ling looking at him with a smile, which immediately made him very embarrassed.

"Officer Yang made me laugh at the low position. We haven't eaten anything for two days and drank cold water..." Shen Biao explained embarrassingly.

"Are you interested in coming to me to be the deputy battalion commander?" Yang Ling didn't beat around the bush, and started poaching people directly.

Even though Shen Biao was only a company commander, Yang Ling admired the unyielding spirit of the Chinese soldiers, so he had to dig out own troops.