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

As long as they control one more village, they can recruit dozens more soldiers. Fighting wars can not only temper the combat effectiveness of the troops, but also make them grow up quickly like a snowball.

They will have [-] officers and soldiers, [-] officers and soldiers... As long as they are strong, let alone contain the devils in the enemy's rear, how difficult is it to destroy a division of the devils?

Although this time the column gave them the order of the third detachment to destroy the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town and cooperate with friendly forces to capture Huaiyin.

After all, the guerrilla forces in the enemy's rear have a strong concept of defense zones, and most of them operate in their own territory. Unless the devils are in a hurry, they will not cross the border.

This is also why the number of guerrilla troops fighting behind the enemy is decreasing, because they are stuck in the guerrilla zone here, standing there for the devils to fight, and there is no one to help, so it is strange that they are undefeated.

But his goals are not limited to these, his goals are the entire northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong, which will become the battlefield of their third guerrilla detachment.

He wants to open up the connection between the various guerrilla units. If they all stick to their own territory and fight passively like before, then they are fucking devils.

Of course, this is all Yang Ling's ambition, and he will not aim too high. The first thing he needs to deal with is the Japanese puppet army in Qinghe Town, and first to avenge the sacrificed brothers.

"My initial attack target is Qinghe Town. I will completely wipe out the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town and restore Qinghe Town. Are you confident?"

Yang Ling's fingers knocked on the table loudly, with sharp confidence on his face, it seemed that Qinghe Town was within reach.

Yang Ling's self-confidence also affected the battalion and company officers present here. They were masters who were not afraid of death, and Yang Ling completely made their blood boil.

"Have faith!" The voices of the brothers were loud and high-pitched, shaking the dust on the beams of the house.

"Tuan Zuo, I am willing to take the lead!"

The blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, suddenly stood up with a burly body like an iron tower, his dark face was full of ferocious murderous looks, he hated the little devil to the bone.

"Sir, I'm also willing to take the lead!" Second Battalion Commander Wu Changqing stood up awe-inspiringly, not to be outdone, and challenged Yang Ling.

When the blacksmith saw that Wu Changqing had also stood up to grab the first spot, he immediately stared at him with big cowbell-like eyes, but Wu Changqing had no intention of sitting down.

Wu Changqing was a local guerrilla, while the blacksmith was a veteran who had fought fiercely with Yang Ling for more than a year. Neither of the two sides wanted to give in at this moment.

"Oh, I said, what are you two competing for here?" Wang Huzi stood up carelessly to smooth things over, and pulled the two of them to sit down.

Wang Huzi said to Yang Ling: "Tuan Zuo, you can give the order, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, the brothers will not frown!"

Text Chapter 829 Expedition

The brothers in the guerrilla army had just won the battle against the devils, and their morale was high at the moment. When the mobilization order was handed down, the entire camp was boiling, gearing up for a big fight.

In a short period of time, the third guerrilla detachment has transformed from a loosely disciplined mob into a force that dares to fight.

Now the Third Guerrilla has not only grass-roots officers composed of passionate and loyal veterans, but also recruits who have gone through the baptism of blood. They have all grown into resolute and resolute patriotic soldiers.

Although the anti-encirclement and suppression battle ended less than a week ago, the brothers were still very tired, but when they heard that the war was about to start again, many wounded soldiers resolutely asked to return to the army regardless of their injuries.

And those brothers who were resting couldn't sit still anymore, they cleaned their guns and sharpened their knives one after another, the guns were polished brightly, and the bayonets gleamed coldly.

Some companies started pre-war adaptive training immediately after mobilization for battle. The training ground outside the village was blustery and the sky was screaming for killing.

Quartermaster Sun Zhong kept his feet on the ground, busy distributing ammunition to the brothers, preparing dry food and other logistics materials.

The women's committees of the villages also took active actions, trying to mend the torn clothes and trousers for the brothers before they set off for the expedition, and to buy insoles and make new shoes for them.

Yang Ling knew that this winter offensive would last for three to four months. Once their team was pulled out, they could not help themselves, and they must obey the commander's order to fight.

So he also asked the brothers to be fully prepared. After all, they might not come for a while, so they must be psychologically prepared for a long-term battle.

Although the villagers know that there will be casualties in the war, after all, a lot of people have been sacrificed in each village a few days ago, and the first seven days have not passed yet.

But standing in front of the righteousness of the nation, they did not stop their sons and daughters from going out to fight devils, but silently packed their luggage, sent their relatives to the battlefield to fight devils, and went to defend their home and country.

After the combat mobilization order was issued, after two days of intensive preparations, all the preparations for the brothers' expedition were completed.

All the wounded soldiers stayed in the base area to recuperate, and the militia teams in each village were trained intensively, under the command of the deputy captain Zhang Liechen, who was responsible for the security of the base area when the main force of the guerrillas attacked.

The brothers who set out for the expedition consisted of the first guerrilla battalion of Wang Huzi, the second guerrilla battalion of Wu Changqing, the guard platoon directly under it, the health team, the propaganda team, and the military supply team.

Anyway, except for Qinghe Town, where a large number of Japanese and puppet troops are stationed in the surrounding areas, the rest of the Japanese and puppet troops are at least dozens of miles away, and the base area will not be in any danger for the time being.

At daybreak, the brothers rushed to the training ground outside the village to assemble amidst the sound of loud bugles. Teams of officers and soldiers were fully dressed and their bayonets were shining.

Folks from ten miles and eight villages all carried bamboo baskets, dustpans, and clay pots to the outside of Xiaowangzhuang's training ground early, surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

After all, the main force of the third guerrilla detachment is now young people recruited from various villages in the local area, and almost every household has someone who is a guerrilla soldier.

So these folks rushed over early to send their children to the battle, and sent their own soldiers to fight the enemy.

"Looking really energetic."

The folks huddled around the edge of the training ground, looking for their children on their toes. Seeing the energetic officers and soldiers, they nodded their heads involuntarily.

"Hopefully they can get rid of all those goddamn brutes this time."

"It will definitely be driven away. There are only a few little devils. Look at our army, which has nearly a thousand people."

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The folks talked a lot, looking at these teams of officers and soldiers gathered from all over the place, they felt at ease and confident in their hearts for no reason.

The two battalions plus the guard platoon and some of the logistics and miscellaneous personnel, in addition to the brothers who stayed in the base area for vigilance and casualties, the strength of the expedition is also a full 950 people, and there are six companies and one platoon of combat soldiers.

The brothers stood upright in the open space of the training ground, neatly arranged horizontally and vertically as if cut by a knife. Behind their dark and resolute faces was a passionate patriotism.

Yang Ling and a group of officers were also wearing neat military uniforms, and their armed belts hung from shoulders to their waists.

Inside the cowhide holster is a short gun full of bullets, and they all look majestic, and they look serious without anger.

The age-old stone mill became Yang Ling's commander's platform. He leaped up and stood firm, facing the assembled officers and soldiers.

The folks standing on the edge of the training ground saw Yang Ling standing condescendingly, and they all shut up and turned their eyes to him.

At this moment, except for the howling cold wind, there was no sound on the huge training ground, and an invisible pressure spread towards the surroundings.

"Brothers, do you know what we are going to do today?"

Yang Ling withdrew from the brothers' vigorous bodies, and a sonorous and forceful voice rang in the brothers' ears.

"Kill the devil—"

More than 900 brothers shouted loudly in unison, their voices were heavy and powerful, as majestic as the earth, and it made people's ears buzz.

"Yes, we're going to kill devils!" Yang Ling waved his powerful arms, with a murderous tone in his tone.

"The little devils invaded my country, slaughtered my brothers and sisters, and burned my home. Today we are going to kill the devils and slaughter these beasts! Pay homage to the motherland under our feet!"

"They laughed at us as the sick men of East Asia, so today, let's use knives, guns and bullets to tell the little devils that we Chinese are not easy to be bullied, and let them see the iron bones of our Chinese men!"