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

"Quick! Everyone run!"

The king's beard with his disciplinary buckles kept running back and forth in front of the team, urging the brothers to quicken their pace.

The brothers had been fighting the little devil for a day, and they were already exhausted.

But now that he heard that Zhangjiaji was attacked, he was immediately furious and exhausted, and headed towards Zhangjiaji in a mighty way, preparing to teach the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade a harsh lesson.

In particular, many old brothers from Zhangjiaji in the team were even more anxious, but their family members were hurt, and they wished to grow a pair of wings and fly to Zhangjiaji.

The road was muddy and difficult to walk. Although there were muffled noises from time to time when someone slipped and fell to the ground, the speed of the entire team did not slow down in the slightest.

Yang Ling knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was adapted from water bandits. If he really surrendered to the little devil, he might be able to do anything. He was worried about the safety of Zhang Liechen and the villagers of Zhangjiaji. Although his face was as calm as ever, his heart was anxious extremely.

The brother was sweating profusely from running all the way, and when he ran several miles away from Zhangjiaji, he saw the soaring fire in Zhangjiaji from a distance, illuminating the entire night sky near Zhangjiaji.

Seeing the raging fire in the distance, Yang Ling's heart sank, and the brothers who lived in Zhangjiaji had red eyes. They were worried about the safety of their family members, so they ran towards Zhangjiaji without any urging.

"Get ready for battle!"

Yang Ling didn't know whether Zhangjiaji was still under the control of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, so he gave battle orders while running.

The brothers loaded their bullets one by one, and with faces full of anger, they quickly approached the periphery of Zhangjiaji.

The blazing flames were burning like thunderbolts, and the scalding heat wave hit his face. Yang Ling didn't dare to take his brothers into the village directly, and stopped in the field outside the village to hide.

Under the leadership of a Shandong veteran, several brothers from the investigation squad went to the village under the cover of night to inquire about the situation, while the brothers waited anxiously, panting heavily.

Soon, the Shandong veteran who was in charge of the investigation turned back.

"Reporting to the delegation, the gang of anti-Japanese and national salvation brigades have escaped, and deputy head Zhang is organizing firefighting in the village."

Yang Ling was also relieved to hear that Zhang Liechen and the others were safe and sound. With a wave of his hand, he rushed into the village with hundreds of brothers.

A large area of ​​houses in Zhangjiaji was burning fiercely, thick smoke was billowing, and from time to time, charred beams collapsed suddenly, and flames flew wildly.

The brothers had been fighting in the swamp for a whole day, and they were all wet. Facing the scorching air, their bodies were steaming white, as if they were in a steamer.

"Quick, pour water!"

Zhang Liechen, the deputy leader of the third guerrilla detachment, was scorched black from the smoke, and at the moment he was shouting and directing the messy civilians and militiamen to pour water to put out the fire.

Looking at it from a distance, there are figures in the reflection of the fire, and there are people running and shouting everywhere, fighting the fire, crying and crying, the scene is a mess.

"The first company went to guard outside the village, the second company maintained order, and the third company and the fourth company rushed to put out the fire!"

Seeing the fire spreading wantonly and burning the people's houses, Yang Ling didn't dare to delay, and went straight to Zhang Liechen after giving the order.

"Deputy Captain Zhang, what's going on?" Yang Ling pulled Zhang Liechen aside and asked about the situation loudly.

Seeing that Yang Ling had arrived, Zhang Liechen couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Mr. Yang, this is all done by the bastards from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade. What a crime!"

Yang Ling asked with a dark face, "Where are they now?"

"Run away. I heard that we defeated the devils, and they retreated back to Xinzhuang in fright. Otherwise, how many folks would have to be harmed? This gang of murdered bandits is hard to change. We must not let them go this time. , we have to let the guerrilla column sue them, it's time to discipline them!"

The Anti-Japanese Nation Salvation Brigade secretly surrendered to the devils, attacked Xinzhuang first, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to attack Xiaowangzhuang, outflanking Yang Ling and the others.

But when they walked halfway, they heard that Yang Ling and the others had repelled the devils, so they ran back to Xinzhuang in a panic. After all, they still had self-knowledge and knew that they were not the opponents of the guerrilla detachment.

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas put in the fire, but it took a full two hours to bring the fire under control, but a large area of ​​residential buildings had been burned to ruins.

"My house!"

"Everything is burnt, how will I live in the future."

"Father, my son, you have died unjustly!"

……

Although the fire in Zhangjiaji was brought under control, the villagers who were so smoky and pitch-black saw their homes burnt into ruins, but they couldn't hold back their tears and began to cry loudly.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade tossed for several hours in Zhangjiaji, not only killed many family members of guerrilla officers and soldiers and anti-Japanese activists, but also killed many villagers who wanted to escape Zhangjiaji, and set fire to their houses , as a warning.

At this moment, on the ruins of these burnt rubble, there are many villagers with sad faces and red eye sockets. They are searching their ruined homes, trying to find some things that have not been burned, but all that is left to them is Endless disappointment, most things reduced to ashes.

The family members of those who died even lay down on the corpses and cried to death. Some guerrilla officers and soldiers found their relatives who had been killed, and rushed towards them crying one by one.

Zhangjiaji formed a militia team to protect the village a few days ago, but in the face of the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade with increased firepower, the entire militia team died, and the corpses were placed in front of Zhangjiaji's ancestral hall, surrounded by people Sad people.

"Mr. Yang, you have to be the master for us!" Seeing Yang Ling approaching, the common people gathered around, and many even knelt down for Yang Ling.

"Get up, everyone, get up!" Yang Ling hurriedly asked someone to help them up.

Yang Ling stood on the steps of the ancestral hall, looking down at the dark crowd, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Fathers and folks, Zhangjiaji was attacked this time, people died, and many people's houses were burned. It was my fault, Yang Ling. I didn't defend well and didn't protect everyone well. I'm here to say sorry to everyone. I can't stop—" Yang Ling said and bowed deeply to the villagers.

"Mr. Yang, don't say that, it's all about that god-killed Han Feihu..."

When these kind-hearted folks saw Yang Ling bowing, they all opened their mouths. After all, they all knew that this had nothing to do with Yang Ling.

"Of course, the grievance has its head and the debtor has its owner. The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade didn't think about fighting the Japanese and saving the country. Instead, it slaughtered and murdered the family members of the Anti-Japanese Army and attacked their own family members. It is unbearable. I, Yang Ling, will definitely seek justice for you, for the villagers who died. Revenge!" Filled with righteous indignation, Yang Ling made a promise to the villagers.

"Okay! Thank you, Officer Yang!"

"Mr. Yang, the little old man kowtowed to you..."

……

When the people heard Yang Ling's words, they all shouted in support of Yang Ling.

"I will take people to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade to ask for justice. Later, I will let Vice Captain Zhang take care of the homeless folks, and send people to help you renovate the house and bury the dead. I hope everyone will listen to Vice Captain Zhang. Order, everyone agree?"

"We listen to Officer Yang!"

"Mr. Yang, you must avenge the boy's father!"

……

Yang Ling's words quickly calmed the hearts of these injured villagers.

"Have the casualties been counted?" Yang Ling asked when he saw Zhang Liechen approaching.

Zhang Liechen replied: "More than 100 members of the guerrilla army were killed by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and more than 30 militiamen also died..."

"Damn it, Tuan Zuo, if you don't kill these bastards, how can you swallow this breath! How can you be worthy of the dead folks!"

Hearing such huge casualties, Battalion Commander Wang Huzi slammed his fist on the nearby pillar angrily, causing dust to fall down.