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

"Tuan Zuo, I have already arranged the accommodation." During the conversation, Liu Yidao, who was in charge of the front station, walked over with big strides stepping on the mud.

Chapter 688 Soaring Prices

The brothers got out of the car and gathered in the muddy open space, and then rushed to Liu Yidao. They found a temporary camp and planned to rest for one night, and then left tomorrow.

The whole town has turned into a noisy vegetable market. Groups of officers and soldiers with guns on their backs are wandering around. The brothers come from all over the world. They have the numbers of each army, and they speak obscure dialects from time to time. It rang in my ears.

The peddlers who came from the bee chrysalis in the surrounding villages are also smart people. Knowing that the officers and soldiers of the army have just fought a big battle, and they have captured a lot, they come to sell all kinds of food, drink, and odds and ends. Son, everything you can think of is here, the officers and soldiers are bargaining, and both sides are happy.

Far from gunpowder and gunfire, and being in such a noisy and lively town, the brothers' mood also improved.

"Boss, would you like a pack of Laodao brand cigarettes?" The peddlers were well aware of the psychology of the brothers' enjoyment, and when they saw the team passing by, they all joined together.

The brothers have been fighting with the little devils with their heads pinned to their trouser waists all year round, and they might throw their hundred-pound bodies on the battlefield at any time and never come back.

Therefore, every time the brothers get a short rest, they will not miss the opportunity to enjoy themselves in time, and the officers will not take care of it. After all, only when there is a degree of relaxation can we fight a good battle.

"How much?" Seeing the various brands of cigarettes in the peddler's box, some brothers who were addicted to cigarettes couldn't help asking.

The peddler also smiled happily, and stretched out a finger: "Boss, if you are fighting devils at the front line, I will charge you less, just one yuan."

"How much?" Hearing the peddler's quotation, the brother who was about to pay was full of disbelief, stunned, and asked again.

"Boss, it's only one yuan." The peddler repeated.

Hearing the peddler's repetition, the brother immediately scolded: "Why don't you f*ck steal the money?"

The monthly military salary of their ordinary officers and soldiers is only seven or eight yuan, but the price of this pack of cigarettes has increased to one yuan, and the monthly military salary for fighting devils is enough for a few packs of cigarettes.

Seeing the brother who suddenly swears, the peddler looked at the brother with disdain, and muttered: "Boss, if you can't afford it, don't buy it. Don't get in the way, someone is buying it."

"Damn it, I'm fighting the little devils on the front line, and you're making money behind the country. I'm not only going to scold you, but I'm going to kill you bastard!" Seeing the peddler's disdainful eyes, the brother immediately felt Furious, he raised his fist as he spoke.

Seeing the aroused brother rushing towards him, the peddler knew something was wrong, and retreated while shouting: "You beat me, the soldier beat you..."

The cigarette peddler's yelling made the brothers who were angry in their hearts even more angry. Before the fight, the villains started to file complaints first.

"You bastard, don't run away if you have the guts!" The brother chased after him aggressively.

When the peddler saw the brother who was chasing him viciously, in a panic, the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell like a dog eating shit with a whoop.

"I see where you are going!"

This brother was furious. The sacrifice of several brothers made him feel depressed, but he was ridiculed by the peddler who made the country rich. How could he bear it.

"Stop!" Yang Ling happened to see this scene, and hurriedly shouted.

Their 74th Army is already on the cusp of the storm, and people are watching it with a magnifying glass. If this fist goes down, it will definitely be publicized. The consequences are not something that a small regiment leader like him can bear.

When the brother saw Yang Ling and a group of staff officers approaching, although he was angry, he stopped in time.

"Sir..." The brother stood up and looked at the stern-faced Yang Ling, feeling a little guilty.

After all, Yang Ling made repeated orders and demands strict military discipline before departure, and he almost committed this.

Yang Ling asked in a deep voice, "That company? What's it called?"

"Report sir, Liu Changsheng of the third battalion, one company, one row, three squads!" The brother stood up and replied loudly.

As soon as the brother finished answering, Liu Yidao, who was following Yang Ling, suddenly had black lines on his face.

Yang Ling scolded, "Why hit someone for no reason?"

"Sir, this profiteer made a fortune for the country, I..."

"Sir, sir, you have to decide for me. If you come a step later, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you."

The peddler who fell to the ground and was covered in mud was also crying with snot and tears at the moment, how pitiful and pitiful that look was.

At this moment, there are many officers, soldiers and refugees around, and they all showed sympathy when they saw the vendors covered in mud and crying.

"Pull Liu Changsheng down, and deal with it by military law!" Yang Ling ordered Liu Yidao in a stern voice.

As soon as Liu Yidao waved his hand, the two brothers stepped forward and detained the aggrieved Liu Changsheng.

"Sir, I..." Liu Changsheng wanted to explain, but was caught

Liu Yidao waved impatiently: "Take it down, Thirty Military Sticks!"

The people around suddenly buzzed, but Yang Ling didn't expect Yang Ling to be unprotected.

Watching Liu Changsheng being taken away, Yang Ling stepped forward to help the vendor up: "Aren't you injured?"

"It's okay, it's okay, sir, you are really good people who make decisions for the people." Seeing this brother being dealt with by Yang Ling, the peddler didn't dare to do anything wrong. After all, people don't fight with officials, and he is also afraid of retaliation.

"Okay, let's go back, don't sell cigarettes here, these are brothers who came from the gate of hell, everyone has devil's blood on their hands, I don't guarantee that I can arrive in time next time, you know Is it?" Yang Ling stared at the peddler, warning meaningfully.

The peddler was also taken aback, looking at the blood-stained brothers around him who hadn't had time to change their clothes, a chill rose up his back.

"I understand, I understand, sir, I'm leaving now." The peddler was also frightened, and hurriedly picked up his wooden box, got into the crowd and left.

"It's okay, let's go."

The matter was resolved perfectly, and Yang Ling also opened his mouth to disperse the onlookers.

"A pack of cigarettes really cost one yuan? Why did the price increase so much?"

As Yang Ling walked towards the temporary station, he frowned and asked Liu Yidao who was standing in front.

Liu Yidao sighed heavily, and complained: "Tuan Zuo, not only the price of cigarettes has increased, but also the price of all things. If there is no military depot to supply food, we may not be able to afford food."

Yang Ling also knew that as the wealthy areas and coastal industrial areas were occupied by little devils, prices would definitely rise, but he did not expect such a fierce increase. He sighed, looking at the continuous autumn rain, his heart was extremely complicated, the country was in trouble, and the wind and rain were precarious. .

A large number of refugees poured in, rich areas fell, and some people drove up prices, causing prices to soar.

Yang Ling and the others are the central army, but there are military depots along the way to supply food and salt, but fruits and vegetables need to be purchased by themselves. Facing the high price, Yang Ling and the others are helpless.

Chapter 689 Relaxation

Liu Yidao temporarily camped his brothers in an abandoned school in the town. More than a dozen spacious classrooms were vacated and covered with dry straw, and the brothers could live overnight with an army blanket. A shelter from the rain.

In these turbulent years, wars were fought everywhere, and the devil's planes went deep into the rear of the Chinese army from time to time to bombard towns and important facilities indiscriminately.

For the sake of safety, most of the primary and secondary schools have been closed, and the universities have moved thousands of miles to the southwestern provinces. The suffering that this war has brought to the Chinese nation has caused the entire society to be in dire straits.

"The brothers from the first battalion live in the classroom on the north side, the brothers from the second battalion live in the classroom on the south side, and the brothers from the third battalion live in the west side..."

As soon as Yang Ling and Liu Yidao walked to the school gate, they heard the yelling of Zhang Qingyun, chief of staff of the regiment, from a distance.