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

Yang Ling's words were full of vigor, and they rang in the ears of every brother. The blood in the chest of the brothers was surging, and they wished they could fly to fight the little devil right now.

"Tell me, are you afraid?!"

"Kill all the Japanese pirates, and you will never pay back!"

The brothers' answers were equally sonorous and forceful, and they were the strongest voices from their hearts.

"Are you willing to sacrifice your life to defend the homeland behind you, the folks behind you, and the land of the motherland on your feet?!"

"I would rather die than regret!"

A deep roar came from the throats of the brothers, and the sound pierced through the cold wind, pierced the sky, and echoed across the land of China.

"Okay then, let's have a hard time killing one, we won't pay back!"

"Kill-kill-kill-"

Yang Ling pulled out the shell pistol on his waist, opened the safety, fired at the sky and ordered: "Let's go!"

The brothers in full armor turned around in unison, walked out of the training field one by one with firm steps, and went straight to Qinghe Town, the target of this attack.

Both sides of the road were already crowded with the northern Jiangsu folks from ten miles and eight villages, watching their own soldiers rushing to the battlefield, their eyes were filled with tears, and they were shouting their children's names loudly.

They stuffed the only boiled eggs, dried meat, and peanuts they had at home into the hands of the guerrilla officers and soldiers, and loudly ordered: "Beat the devils well."

These poor folks who lacked clothing and food on weekdays watched their children carry guns to the battlefield. Although their eyes were red and swollen from crying, and they ran after the team, they resisted their mouths to persuade them to stay.

They had been persecuted by the Japanese and puppet troops, and they knew that it was an honor for their children to fight the devils. Although they knew that their lives and deaths were unknown, they still resolutely supported them to fight the devils.

During the war of resistance behind enemy lines that lasted for several years, the people in northern Jiangsu have been actively supporting the various troops to fight the devils under difficult conditions, donating money and food, and paying heavy casualties. They are worthy of being remembered.

Battalion Commander Wang Huzi walked on one side of the team, facing these teary-eyed send-off crowds, he felt uncomfortable. They had gone to battle countless times, and every time there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"You have to fight devils hard." Two pairs of newly made cloth shoes were stuffed into Wang Huzi's hands, and a crisp voice came.

Wang Huzi looked up, and saw a girl in shabby clothes with ponytails standing shyly beside the crowd, being squeezed to and fro. He recognized the girl next door.

"Don't worry, I will!"

Wang Huzi raised his hand in salute, made a promise, then turned around and strode to the battlefield, his steps becoming firmer than ever before.

Body 8 Chapter Thirty Trenches

The mighty team waded across the creek, across the fields, across the rolling hills, and bypassed the gun towers, strongholds and villages set up by some devils.

In the afternoon, the third guerrilla detachment quietly went around to a forest ten kilometers south of Qinghe Town and took cover.

"Putting the guard post 500 meters away, the rest of the people are hiding and resting, and no noise is allowed." After Yang Ling led the brothers to arrive here, he was not ready to leave.

"Tuan Zuo, aren't we going to fight Qinghe Town? Why don't we go around here?"

The troops marched out with great vigor and high spirits, with the instructions and expectations of the villagers. Now the brothers can't wait to fight a battle and kill some devils to prove themselves, but now Yang Ling's intentions make Wang Huzi puzzled.

"There are hundreds of devils in Qinghe Town now, can we beat them?" Yang Ling glanced at Wang's beard, the white ones were more than the black ones.

Wang Huzi scratched his head, looked back at most of the recruits who had only fought one battle, and felt that it might not work, so he shook his head.

"Then it's fine, since we can't beat it, why bother hitting it badly."

Now these brothers are his main force for development, Yang Ling doesn't want to be wiped out in one battle, he won't do business that loses money.

"But we came out to fight devils, why don't we go to fight the gun towers, there are few devils in the gun towers..."

Wang Huzi praised his idea. He was so fucking smart. He met Yang Ling's gaze and wanted to praise him, but he didn't expect it to be an even bigger stare.

"Is the gun tower so easy to fight? I'm afraid the machine gun will knock you out before you get close." Second Battalion Commander Wu Changqing also sneered at Wang Huzi's idea.

The little devil built gun towers at various intersections and dangerous places, in order to block the movement of guerrilla units and to check the passing pedestrians.

Moreover, the devil's gun tower was very tricky, and the surrounding area of ​​600 meters, not to mention the sundries for hiding, even the grass was cleaned up.

Moreover, there are generally some strong bunkers built around the gun towers, with barbed wire fences and trenches dug, which are difficult for ordinary people to approach.

The devils and puppet soldiers guarded the gun towers, and if there was any trouble around them, the bullets would greet them. Moreover, there were sufficient food and water in the gun towers.

"Then we can't stay here, right...how can we explain to the folks when we go back?" Wang Huzi hadn't turned his head around yet.

"I'm afraid you can't explain it to the girl who lives in the yard next door to you." Zheng Gang, the deputy battalion commander, laughed and pierced Wang Huzi's little thought.

The brothers around laughed, which made Wang Huzi blush for the first time: "Go, go, don't leave any pot unopened."

Wang Huzi is also in his thirties. He has been fighting all day long and has been struggling on the battlefield. He has long wanted to get a daughter-in-law to carry on the family line.

It's a pity that there was no chance during the war. This time, I finally found a girl who caught my eye. I also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to perform and fight a few more devils to earn some rewards. Otherwise, I would be too embarrassed to ask someone to propose marriage, so I seemed eager some.

"Okay, take a good rest, there is work to do at night."

Yang Ling interrupted their teasing of Wang Beard, and walked towards the woods with his hands behind his back.

Since Yang Ling didn't explain, the brothers didn't ask any more questions, and guard posts were set up around the forest, and the rest of the people crowded into the forest to hide and rest.

The vigilant sentinels were disguised with weeds and branches, and the whole person was like a pile of weeds, lying on the ground, blending with the surrounding environment.

Although northern Jiangsu is located in the Huaihe region, the Huaihe River and Qinling Mountains are the dividing line between the north and the south of China. It is already mid-November, and the chill is getting stronger.

The brothers were not allowed to live and cook. They ate cold dry food in the woods, and the cold air on the ground shot straight down their backs.

The distance from the forest to the road was only about two miles, and in these turbulent years, there were not many people walking around outside.

Until it got dark, a few merchants carrying goods and people who went to the town to buy salt passed by. The puppet army patrols passed by twice, but they suddenly didn't know that there were hundreds of guerrillas hiding in the woods not far from the road.

As soon as it was dark, Yang Ling greeted his brothers and left the forest, heading straight for the road not far away.

The brothers thought it was time to fight the devils in the dark, but Yang Ling asked the brothers to stop beside the rolling hills beside the road.

"The first battalion went to the opposite side of the road to dig trenches 200 meters away from the road, and the second battalion dug trenches on the spot."

After Yang Ling's order was issued, Wang Huzi and the others now understood that this was an ambush to attack the devils, but would the devils come?

They didn't know what to do, but seeing Yang Ling's confident appearance, they didn't ask any more questions, and called the brothers to walk towards their respective positions.

The hundreds of black and black brothers all turned into engineers, digging trenches on the low hills covered with weeds on both sides of the road. For a while, the hoes and shovels were flying and the dirt was flying.

Most of the entire territory of Jiangsu is a river network plain area, only in the north of Jiangsu there are occasional rolling hills, but the altitude is also pitifully low, only more than ten meters, more than 20 meters, and there is no way to hide people.

The brothers already had the subject training of digging trenches during training, and now digging is the same as that of engineers, with main trenches, traffic trenches, and foxholes all available.

Wang Beard and the others guessed that they were going to ambush the little devil here, but the little devil is very shrewd, and the ambush will fail if there is a slight mistake.