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

And these people around are also watching the excitement, seeing that he is taking advantage, they are all looking for targets to move forward.

When Qian Fuming and Hu Biao rushed to the backyard, more than a dozen laughing people were chasing Qian Fuming's family members and running around screaming all over the yard, and even a female family member was knocked to the ground.

"Stop!" Seeing his female relative being bullied, Qian Fuming immediately turned livid with anger, and rushed forward.

"Go away, old man!"

The strong man with the scar shook his hand violently, and Qian Fuming rolled a few meters away with an ouch, struggling for a moment without getting up.

Seeing this scene in the yard, Hu Biao, the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, felt that it was outrageous. After all, they came to collect taxes, not to have fun.

"Stop the fucker! You have to go to sister Yao quickly, what kind of business are you doing!" Hu Biao yelled to stop these reckless brothers.

Hu Biao did have a bit of prestige, and these people who were laughing and molesting the female relatives all stopped after speaking.

But they stopped. These tearful women who were bullied had received traditional education since they were young. How could they swallow such a big humiliation.

"Woooo...I'm dead!" A female family member who was irritated said and slammed her head against the wall and left.

"Hold her quickly!" Seeing that someone wanted to die, Hu Biao also hurriedly said.

But it was still a step too late. With a bang, one of Qian Fuming's young concubines hit his head against the wall, and a gust of blood gushed out. He fell to the ground and passed away.

"Ah! Liu'er!" Seeing his beloved concubine crash into the wall and die, Qian Fuming, who was covered in mud from the fall, rushed over crying and howling.

Seeing the weeping female relatives curled up into a ball, and Qian Fuming crying on the concubine who died hitting the wall, these people who molested the female relatives also stood there at a loss, looking at Hu Biao.

Hu Biao's face also sank, this time they also wanted to take advantage of the devil's being a coward in Qinghe Town, and come out to fight a little autumn wind, who knew that people were killed.

"Make trouble for me, and see how I deal with you when I go back!" Hu Biao gave these reckless brothers a hard look.

"I'm lax in disciplining my subordinates for the shopkeeper Qian. I'm sorry for what happened here." Hu Biao looked at Qian Fuming who was crying heart-piercingly. He arched his hands.

His most beloved concubine died because of being humiliated and hit the wall. Qian Fuming was heartbroken now, so he couldn't listen to Hu Biao's words.

"The dead are the big ones, and it's safe to be buried in the ground. We won't bother you about the shopkeeper Qian Da. You prepare the money and food. I'll send someone to pick them up in three days. I'm leaving."

As Hu Biao spoke, he waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go!"

After all, people were killed, so Hu Biao and the others thoughtfully wanted to leave and come back after Qian Fuming's anger subsided.

Seeing that Hu Biao and the others were going to leave, the servants who were filled with righteous indignation blocked the door one after another, not letting them leave, and wanted to slip away if they killed someone. It was not that easy.

"Go away!" Seeing these servants blocking the way, the burly man with the scar in his heart pushed away viciously.

Facing these ferocious people, these servants did not dare to really stop them, and soon Hu Biao and the others went out.

"Brother Hu, where are we going now?"

It was so lively and noisy, and such a thing happened, they didn't eat any food, and they didn't know where they were going when they left the gate of Qian's house.

"How many big households are there in Zhangjiaji?" Hu Biao asked.

"The Zhang family, the Sun family, the Zhao family, the Li family...there are five more."

"Go, go to Zhang's house, it's really fucking bad luck."

Hu Biao asked someone to lead the way, and the group headed straight to Zhang's house in a mighty manner. Soon the door of Zhang's house was knocked open again, and it was like flying dogs and dogs.

And Qian Fuming, whose concubine died, also had red and swollen eyes from crying. Seeing the weeping female relatives and the messy home, he really couldn't bear it.

Besides, he would have to pay [-] oceans and [-] catties of grain at that time. The more he thought about it, the more he got angry, but what could he do?

People have guns, but they can't fight them. Now the order in the occupied areas has collapsed, and they can't find a place to go to court. Those officials are running and running, who knows where they are going.

Go to the little devil in Qinghe Town for support?I'm afraid it won't work either, they are now shrunk down in various strongholds and dare not come out, let alone come to Zhangjiaji.

"Go, go to Xiaowangzhuang to find Chief Yang, and let Chief Yang decide for us."

In the end, Qian Fuming thought of the guerrillas stationed in Xiaowangzhuang, like a drowning man grasping at straws, he hurriedly ordered the housekeeper to notify Yang Ling.

"Master, they are all members of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, I'm afraid it's useless to find them..." the butler also reminded.

"You go first. If Chief Yang doesn't help us, then we can only go to the Japanese to make decisions for us." Qian Fuming was also forced to have no choice now, and said.

The butler sighed and said, "Then I'll go to Xiaowangzhuang now."

Text Chapter 772 Wrath!

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of knocking on the wooden door was particularly crisp in the silent night. Yang Ling was a light sleeper. He reached for the pistol he had placed under his pillow with one hand, and sat up vigilantly.

"Who?" Yang Ling asked outside the door without lighting the lamp.

"Tuan Zuo, it's me, Wang Huzi, I have something important to report." Wang Huzi's familiar voice came from outside the door.

Hearing that it was Wang Huzi, Yang Ling got up, put on his shoes and opened the door, but the sniper was still in his hand.

The hanging lanterns in the yard were dimly lit, but Yang Ling could still see Wang Huzi and the people behind him clearly.

"what happened?"

Yang Ling looked away from the man behind Wang Huzi and asked Wang Huzi.

"Tuan Zuo, this is the housekeeper of Qian Fuming's family in Zhangjiaji. The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade committed a murder case at Qian Fuming's house..." Wang Huzi's words were concise, but Yang Ling could clearly hear the cause and effect up.

After hearing Wang Huzi's description, Yang Ling frowned. He knew about the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and they belonged to the Ninth Guerrilla Column. They were a group of water bandits before and caused the Yangjiawan tragedy.

"Tuan Zuo, should we take care of this?" Seeing that Yang Ling hadn't spoken for a while, Wang Huzi asked tentatively.

Although they were from water bandits in the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, they looked down on those from the regular army, but now they are standing on the common anti-Japanese front and they are all affiliated to the Ninth Guerrilla Brigade.

"Mr. Yang, you have to decide for us..." Qian Fuming's butler saw that Yang Ling was silent, so he hurriedly begged.

"How many people are in the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade? Where are they now?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked Qian Fuming's housekeeper.

The butler replied: "There are dozens of people, and they seem to have gone to the Zhang family now."

"Huzi, let your people gather, let's go to Zhangjiaji."

"Yes!"

After Yang Ling gave an order, he turned and went back to the house to grab his military uniform and belt.

Yang Ling just made a promise to Qian Fuming and other country gentry a few hours ago that he would come to him if he needed anything, but who knew it would happen sooner rather than later.

If he didn't stand up and uphold justice for these squires this time, it would be difficult to carry out future work, and it would be impossible to let the squires provide food and information for the guerrillas, so he had to intervene this time.