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

Now Yang Ling hated these traitors deeply. They were determined to surrender to the enemy and betray the country, because they pretended to be no different from ordinary people, but it was even more difficult to deal with.

"Don't worry, sir, we will do our best. If I want to catch them, I will have to peel off their skins!" The intelligence staff officer Liu Sheng was also devastated, feeling very unhappy.

Although Jieshou Town has stepped up its guard and patrols, and the chaotic order has been alleviated to a certain extent, the common people look at them like enemies, which makes him itch for those traitors who are behind the scenes.

"report!"

Just as Yang Ling was urging Liu Sheng, the intelligence staff officer, to find out and arrest the traitors and spies hidden among the common people, Hu Zi, the company commander of the guard, rushed in.

"What's going on?" Yang Ling frowned seeing Huzi's hasty expression.

Hu Zi stood up and replied: "A large number of people are coming towards our headquarters, and the brothers on the patrol team can't stop them. Sir, do you want to avoid it first?"

"Mother, these traitors must have instigated it!" Liu Sheng cursed immediately when he heard this.

Yang Ling also frowned: "Do you know why they gathered?"

"They yelled to go home, to eat, to wear clothes..."

Liu Sheng ordered Huzi: "If you want to eat and drink, what do you do with us? If you have the ability, you can find the little devils, and send someone to transfer two companies into the town and disperse them!"

Huzi turned around when he heard this, but was stopped by Yang Ling: "This will only intensify the conflict, I'll go out and have a look."

Yang Ling also didn't expect these traitors to be so powerful that they would incite people to attack their headquarters, so he wanted to go out and see if they were superhuman!

Seeing Yang Ling walking out, several staff officers hurried up to intercept him, Lei Xiong said: "Sir, it's too dangerous, I'd better go."

"It doesn't matter, we are all Chinese people, and we are their soldiers. Could it be that they can still eat me? Let's go and have a look."

The crowd couldn't stop Yang Ling, so they had to surround Yang Ling and walk out of the headquarters. A mass of people from both ends of the street had already arrived at the gate of the headquarters.

"We want to go home! We want to go home, we don't want to be refugees!"

"We want to eat, we want food!"

......

The people crowded the entire street, and they shouted passionately, making all the guerrilla officers and soldiers feel like they were facing an enemy.

Yang Ling stepped out of the headquarters, and saw the moving heads and shouts head-on. He also had a dignified expression. It seemed that those traitors must be eradicated thoroughly, otherwise there would be no peace.

"Everyone be quiet! Listen to me." Yang Ling took the tin horn from a brother, stood on the steps and shouted at the excited crowd.

"Don't listen to you, let your officials come out! Let your captain Yang Ling come out and speak!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"I'm Yang Ling, the captain of North Jiangsu. You can tell me what you want!" Yang Ling raised his voice.

Seeing that this unshaven man in an old military uniform turned out to be the chief of the Subei Corps, the common people crowded in the front row were a little unbelievable, this was far from the image of the chief in their impression.

"Don't lie to us, there is no officer who is dressed in such shabby clothes as you, let your officer come out and speak." Someone shouted again.

Seeing that some people didn't believe it, Yang Ling showed a wry smile, pointed to the officers around him and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them if I'm the captain of the Subei Corps—"

Text Chapter 971 Resolving the Crisis

At the door of the temporary headquarters of the Northern Subei Corps, a large area was filled with darkness, all of them were instigated and gathered people. They were skinny and pale, and their thin bodies were shivering in the cold wind.

When they confirmed that the person standing on the steps talking to them was Yang Ling, the captain of Subei Corps, they were a little surprised, because Yang Ling didn't fit the image of a senior officer with a big belly, a shiny face, and a fear of death in their minds.

Yang Ling's straight body and resolute face made all the people subconsciously feel that this is a real soldier. This is their most intuitive feeling, because the unique temperament of a soldier cannot be pretended.

When they met for the first time when they were strangers, many people liked to judge people by their appearance. Undoubtedly, Yang Ling's current image won a little favor from the public.

They pointed at Yang Ling and whispered to each other, and the turbulent scene calmed down for a while.

Although most Chinese people live in poverty, they have inherited the fine tradition of simplicity and kindness of the Chinese nation.

When they found that Yang Ling was not as ugly as they imagined, but instead looked upright, they began to wonder if they had misunderstood Yang Ling.

Seeing that the people were no longer agitated, the traitors mixed in the crowd became anxious. If they were suppressed like this, they would not be able to carry out their plans.

"I don't care if you are Yang Ling or not, we don't want to go hungry or cold, we want to eat, we want to go home..." The traitor hiding in the crowd began to clamor again.

"Yes, we want to go home, we want food!"

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Living in the wind, sleeping in the open, and encountering robbery and extortion on the way, the hungry and cold people suppressed their emotions, and when they were encouraged, they shouted again.

"Fathers and folks, it's because I, Yang Ling, didn't think carefully about eating and sleeping in the open air in this freezing weather, but the country's affairs are difficult. Please keep walking for a while. In Huaiyin, I have already ordered the house to be vacated for everyone, and I am ready. Food, as long as you go to Huaiyin, you can have a good meal and sleep comfortably!"

Hearing that Yang Ling had prepared accommodation and food for them in Huaiyin was undoubtedly a boost to the hungry and cold people and made them feel at ease.

After all, it wouldn't be long to go to Huaiyin from here, and it would be just a short distance after passing Baoying. Since Yang Ling had already arranged everything for them, it would be meaningless for them to make a fuss.

For these poor people, in these turbulent years, they just prayed for a place to live and something to eat, and they didn't have too high requirements.

And those hidden traitors used the most basic demands of these people to incite them to make trouble. With Yang Ling's promise, the emotional people were appeased.

"You officials will deceive people. What if there is no place to live and no food? Let's drink the northwest wind!" The traitors shouted again when they saw that the people's emotions had stabilized.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by this surname Yang. The place where we are going to live now, we need food now. Otherwise, let go of Luka and let us go home!"

People are very conformist. When the traitors reminded them like this, the people who had just been appeased yelled again, making Yang Ling's teeth itch with anger.

The company commander of the guards and five or six staff officers also looked livid, their eyes constantly patrolling the crowd, trying to find those instigating traitors.

It's a pity that these traitors are well hidden. Every time they hide in the crowd and yell without making a sound, and they cooperate with each other, it is difficult to locate them accurately in such a large crowd.

"Now the little devil has captured Gaoyou and is heading north. You are going home now. I let the big guy retreat north for the sake of everyone's safety..."

"You are guerrillas, why don't you fight the devils, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, you bunch of trash, useless, greedy for life and afraid of death deserters..."

"Fathers and folks, let's talk about it, we donate money and food, what are we doing to support such a waste army, let them disband as soon as possible!"

"Yes, the guerrillas are disbanded, give us guns, and we will fight back home!"

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Under the guidance of the traitors, the common people's demand for food and accommodation evolved into an attack on the guerrillas. Facing the raging common people, the staff officer Lei Xiong wanted to directly suppress them with a gun, but Yang Ling suppressed them.

The brothers are also filled with righteous indignation. They fought bloody and desperately with the little devils on the front line, but now they are slandered as deserters. Their hearts are clenched, and their faces are full of anger.

Yang Ling knew that all explanations are futile now, because if one problem is solved, the traitor will use other ways to make things difficult.

Yang Ling tore off his military uniform directly, exposing his scarred upper body in front of the gathered crowd in the bitter cold wind.

Huzi and the guards also understood what Yang Ling meant, and they tore off their clothes one after another, revealing their bodies full of knife wounds and gunshot wounds, standing upright.