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

"Old Qin, I will transfer a platoon of brothers to you, and you will be responsible for supervising the military discipline of the brothers along the way." Yang Ling was worried, and ordered Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander.

It's not that Yang Ling doesn't trust his brothers. The reason why the Chinese army often loses battles is that the strength gap between them and the devils is too large, and the military discipline of many troops is not good.

In Yang Ling's mind, a truly strong army must have strict military discipline. This not only ensures their vigorous combat effectiveness on the battlefield, but also wins the support of the people on weekdays.

Now that their regiment has made its first appearance, it can be regarded as the main regiment of the 51st Division. Now that their army has become a heroic force, many people will naturally pay attention.

The more people pay attention to you, the more cautious you have to act. Once someone catches your pigtails because of military discipline and other issues, the consequences will be very serious, so the brothers were vaccinated in advance.

"Are there any questions?" After Yang Ling assigned the task, he looked around at the battalion and company commanders in the regiment and asked.

Company commander Zhang Heizi raised his hand and said, "Sir, De'an's people are almost gone, and we haven't let go of what we captured, what should we do?"

Although there are many devil weapons seized on the battlefield, after all, the caliber of bullets is different. Weapons without bullets are almost like scrap iron, and they are cumbersome to carry.

So every time, except for some heavy firepower, most of them were sold on the black market. Yang Ling and the others didn't need the devil's weapons, but there were many people who bought them from the people.

These people were either taken back by landlords and rich people to arm their family guards, or some people bought them for self-defense. Every time the troops finished fighting, many people would flock to them. This is the black market.

The officers of the army naturally knew that the brothers were reselling these seized weapons, but they all turned a blind eye. As long as they didn't sell the guys who were eating, they didn't bother to care about it.

After all, the troops sold the seized weapons, and the money they got in exchange was to improve their food, which was enough to make up for the lack of military pay, so why not do it.

But this time, because most of the people in De'an had evacuated, the troops seized a lot of things, so they didn't sell them.

"Spare out five cars to load everything up. It can't be sold here. Let's sell it as we go."

These things were captured by the brothers with great difficulty, and Yang Ling did not give up so easily.

The brothers seized a lot of weapons in Wanjialing, including more than 1000 usable [-] rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars, and even two [-]-type infantry guns. The money can be used to improve food and buy medicines for the brothers.

Text Chapter 687 Wind and Rain Road

The autumn rain is continuous, and the light rain is like a gray tulle covering the world, and all the scenery in the field of vision is gray and unreal.

The troops of several armies were crowded on the muddy road retreating to Hunan, the car horns kept ringing, it was noisy and chaotic, and the refugees with their families were also trekking hard in the light rain. The long line was unforgettable at a glance to the end.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The car soldiers leaned out of the car window and shouted while honking, but there were too many people crowded on the road, and the team crawled slowly like a snail.

From time to time, the wheels of a car rolled over the mud pit and splashed a lot of muddy water on the marching officers and soldiers on the side of the road, causing waves of curses.

After winning the battle, they had to retreat. The officers and soldiers were in a depressed mood, and their temper became extremely bad. They would scold or even fight if they disagreed.

From the Nanxun line to the Wanjialing battlefield, although the troops of several armies commanded by General Xue Yue had always firmly controlled the battlefield situation, the price paid was the casualties of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers.

Among the retreating officers and soldiers, almost all of their acquaintances were lying on the battlefield, unable to wake up again.

Under the cloudy and rainy weather, the atmosphere was dull and depressing. Compared with the cold autumn rain, the refugees who had left their homes were also full of misery.

Although this time the Chinese army fought with the devils for four or five months and consumed a lot of the devils' vitality, it took the initiative to retreat strategically, but for the army and the refugees, there is no difference between being forced to retreat and voluntarily retreating. , just as precarious and has since become nowhere to live.

In order to avenge the encirclement and annihilation of the 11th Division, several elite divisions of the 106th Army under the command of Neiji Okamura have already pursued them aggressively from behind.

The troops acting as the rear guard and the devil's forward had already exchanged fire, and the rumbling cannons, like thunder, continued to come from the invisible end of the sky behind them, making the retreating team even more bored and anxious.

Under the washing of the autumn rain, the air was already chilly. The 301st regiment's ragged and thin brothers were shaking in bumpy cars. Compared with those friendly troops who retreated on foot, they were treated much better.

The troops of the 74th Army almost wiped out both divisions in the battle of Wanjialing, but the bloody battle in Zhanggushan Changling also made them famous in the first battle and became a glorious heroic army.

They belonged to the direct line of the Central Army, and they fought brilliantly in this battle. Under the deliberate instruction of someone, they were vigorously publicized by major newspapers, and everyone in the country knew about it for a while.

But behind this scenery is the cynicism and indifference of friendly troops. After all, in addition to the 74th Army, a large number of troops such as the 4th and 66th Army participated in the Wanjialing Battle, and all the troops suffered heavy casualties.

Now, in order to publicize this victory, the Military Commission has established the 74th Army of the Central Army as a heroic unit capable of fighting tough battles, and vigorously promoted it, while only passing the rest of the participating troops, which naturally caused dissatisfaction and grievances among friendly officers and soldiers.

The 74th Army was pushed to the forefront at once. On the surface, it seemed to have a bright future, but behind the scenes, the gap between it and its allies was getting wider and wider.

The officers and soldiers of the 74th Army paid a huge sacrifice for this honor. They felt that they deserved the award telegram and vigorous publicity and should not be slandered.

And because Shangfeng ignored them, the other participating troops vented their grievances on the 74th Army, which had been unparalleled for a time.

The result of this is that the officers and soldiers of the two sides have friction and conflicts from time to time. The brothers who fought side by side on the battlefield have become like the enemy, and the situation is like fire and water.

Faced with the frequent fights and frictions, Yang Ling was also very helpless. In fact, these grassroots combat troops did not have any grievances. After all, they fought devils together, but because Shangfeng did things unfairly, they were not spared either.

"Let the brethren be more patient when encountering problems, and fight with weapons without authorization."

Along the way, there were many conflicts with friendly soldiers, so Yang Ling had to order the troops to be restrained to prevent the incident from becoming a big deal.

As long as these days passed, the grievances in the hearts of the friendly troops dissipated, and naturally they would not come over to provoke.

Cars full of retreating officers and soldiers moved slowly on the congested road, and only traveled a few tens of kilometers in a whole day.

The brothers had just escaped from a brutal battle, and they were all exhausted. They had sacrificed so many brothers, and they were full of worries, and they all fell silent and slept in the carriage.

In the evening, the convoy stopped at a town to prepare for camping. The curtain was lifted. In the light rain, officers and soldiers and refugees in various military uniforms had packed the town to the brim. Thousands of feet trampled the ground like a vomit. Like rotten tofu, wet and muddy, the scene was chaotic and noisy.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car! Take care of your things!"

When the cars stopped, the leaders of each battalion began to yell at each car, and the brothers started to get out of the cars one after another.

"This terrible weather, I haven't seen the rain stop when I entered the border of Hunan..."

Zhang Qingyun, chief of staff of the regiment, also jumped out of the car, but the mud all over the floor made his newly replaced layered bottom immediately covered with a large ball of mud. He swore the mud softly while stretching his legs.

"It's thanks to the rain that we were able to get here smoothly. I think we have to thank it." Yang Ling looked at Zhang Qingyun, the chief of staff who complained, and said with a smile.

"Tuan Zuo, this rain has moldy my whole body, I can't even scold it in time, why are you still thanking it?"

Yang Ling asked back: "When it rains, the devil's fighter jets and bombers will lie down. Do you think I should thank him?"

The Chinese Air Force is weak, and if you lose one, you will have to spend a lot of money to buy one abroad. The money you spend on buying an aircraft is enough to buy a lot of ammunition, so use it with special care.

The result of this is that in most battlefields, the air supremacy belongs to the little devils, and the frontline combat troops are miserable in the face of the bombing and strafing of the devils' planes.

Yang Ling could vaguely remember that when retreating from Shanghai, swarms of devil planes bombarded the Chinese army's retreat road indiscriminately, and the retreat road turned into a field full of corpses.

Now, although several divisions commanded by Neiji Okamura are pressing up from behind aggressively, the roads in China are all dirt roads, and the quality is very poor.

The tanks and heavy artillery were trapped and couldn't move, and the planes couldn't move. I have to say that Yang Ling and the others were lucky.

"That's true, so we really have to thank God for helping us a lot." Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun also frowned.

"Chief of Staff Zhang, you are now the main officer of the regiment. In the future, there will be less disturbance like this. We have to set an example for our brothers, what do you think?"

Zhang Qingyun also felt that it was really out of character for an officer to make a fuss in front of his brothers. Yang Ling said this for his own good, so he quickly agreed.