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

But this time, they did not flinch in the face of the devil's heavy army. Instead, they went back without hesitation and fought side by side with the brothers in the guerrilla corps to jointly resist foreign enemies.

Zhang Baozi and the others were stared at by Yang Ling, but they didn't know what Yang Ling was thinking.

After all, even though they were well-received characters in the local area, they were still not enough to look at in front of a real person like Yang Ling.

"You fought very well this time, and you didn't embarrass us Chinese. All the militia brothers who died in battle will be given pensions according to those killed in the Northern Subei Corps, and their families will enjoy military family treatment." Yang Ling quickly announced his decision.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Zhang Baozi and the others didn't realize it for a while, but after they did, their faces were full of joy.

These militiamen sound nice, but in fact they are not loved by uncles and grandmas. Not only are weapons and ammunition not replenished, but even food is a problem, let alone compensation for those who died in battle.

Due to the great pressure of the Chinese army's military expenditure, each province has retained a large number of militia groups and security groups.

These militia groups and security groups belong to the local armed forces and also shoulder the responsibility of protecting the country and the people. However, due to their local nature, the Military Commission does not need to allocate military expenses and ammunition.

In the early days of the war, when many of the main forces were defeated by the devils, these local militia and security groups were left unattended, and some were disbanded on the spot, but most of them had to take up arms because there were folks behind them. In the bloody battle with the little devils, many of them were wiped out by the devils.

Zhang Baozi and others used to work in the security regiment. Although the security regiment was disbanded later, they would rather hide in the countryside than surrender to the devils and become a puppet army. It can be regarded as retaining a little Chinese bottom line.

This time, they led the militiamen and little devils to fight to the death. Although they were not regular soldiers, they were also defending their homes and the country.

Yang Ling has no ability to give them anything more now. He can only let the brothers who died in the militia enjoy the same pension as soldiers. This is the only thing he can do.

"Mr. Yang, what you said is true?"

Hearing that Yang Ling was going to issue pensions to their brothers who died in battle, Zhang Baozi felt as if he was in a dream, unbelievable.

"If you say what you say, you will never go back on it!" Yang Ling added: "Brothers who are still alive, as long as they are willing, they can join our Northern Subei Corps and become formal soldiers."

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Baozi, an old man, was also a little incoherent with excitement for a while, his eyes were moist, and he was about to kneel down soon after raising his hand.

"What are you doing, get up quickly." Yang Ling didn't expect Zhang Baozi to react so quickly, so he hurriedly supported him.

"I, Zhang Baozi, thank you, Chief Yang, for the brothers who died." Zhang Baozi was so moved that he thanked Yang Ling repeatedly.

"Mr. Yang, I thank you on behalf of the brothers, and thank you on behalf of the brothers' families." Xiao Yan and Gun King also thanked you one after another.

People like them have always been looked down upon by others. If they die on the battlefield, they will die, and they will soon be forgotten.

But it doesn't matter if these brothers were killed in battle, they were all killed in battle by fighting devils, but the orphans and widows left behind were hard.

Zhang Baozi and the others were also very poor, and they had no ability to take care of the families of the brothers who died in battle. Now that Yang Ling gave out pensions to the brothers who died in battle, it could be said that it was a great help to them.

Yang Ling didn't know that although he did a little work, he gave many families who had lost their breadwinners hope of living again and gave them protection.

"Mr. Yang, Zhang Baozi's life will be yours from now on. If you let me go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, I will never frown!" Soon, Zhang Baozi, who was moved, patted his chest and swore.

"Yes, Officer Yang, from now on we will follow you to fight devils, you told us to go east, we will definitely not go west!"

Yang Lingnian also made a huge sacrifice for the militia brothers, so he proposed to give them pensions. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly got the loyalty of Zhang Baozi and the others. It must be said that it was a surprise.

"Well, from now on, let's fight devils together! Avenge the dead fathers and fellow villagers, and the dead brothers!"

Text Chapter 130 Eight Hatred

Yang Ling and the others didn't have to wait long by the river before the blacksmith and the brothers from the first battalion escaped from the pursuit of the devils and rushed to the meeting place.

The first battalion of blacksmiths fought with the devils with a bang, jumped out and fled before the devils could encircle them.

By the time the devil reacted and launched a pursuit, the blacksmith and the others had already spread their feet and disappeared.

The devil's chasing troops chased for a while with flashlights, but it was pitch black everywhere. They were worried that they would encounter an ambush at night, so they withdrew without daring to chase too far.

Although the blacksmiths let the devil suffer a dark loss, but the devil's firepower is very strong, and the blacksmiths themselves suffered a lot.

"You son of a bitch, you hurt me to death. Next time, don't fall into my hands. If you do, I will twist your heads and use them as chamber pots."

Although Liang Xiaoshan, the deputy battalion commander of the first battalion, was not shot, he was scratched in many places by the shell fragments from the devil, with bright red blood coming out, and the pain was burning. Even though he was far away from the battlefield, he still couldn't help it He cursed again and again.

"I said Deputy Battalion Commander Liang, you should save your energy and swear less. No matter how much you swear, the little devil can't hear you. Why bother?"

Seeing Liang Xiaoshan swearing all the way, a familiar staff officer couldn't help complaining.

"I'm going to scold, I'm cursing that the little devil has no sex for giving birth to a baby."

It's okay not to mention this, but when he said it, Liang Xiaoshan scolded him even more happily, making the brothers around him smile wryly and shake their heads.

Although the brothers successfully got rid of the devils chasing soldiers, after all, Jieshou was lost, and the brothers in the third battalion were wiped out, and there was still an unknown evil fire in their hearts.

Yang Ling was also very unwilling in his heart. Although he rescued the surviving brothers in Jieshou Town, generally speaking, they suffered a big loss this time.

So when the blacksmith and the others arrived at the meeting point, Yang Ling did not order the troops to retreat north to Baoying, but let the brothers rest on the spot, and he summoned the battalion and company commanders.

"Brothers, almost all of our brothers from the third battalion have been wiped out, and Commander Shen also died for the country. They are all our Paoze brothers. They eat from the same pot. They have survived many vicious battles, but this time To die at the hands of the devil, we have another blood feud with the little devil!"

Yang Ling's voice was very low, and the company commanders of the first battalion also clenched their fists tightly, unable to swallow this breath in their hearts.

They had just exchanged fire with the little devil, and many brothers were killed by the little devil's gun. Now that Yang Ling said this, they were all murderous.

"Brothers, do you want to avenge the fallen Battalion Commander Shen and those brothers?" Yang Ling stared at the brothers and asked murderously.

"Kill back?"

The blacksmith and the company commanders all looked at each other in blank dismay. They had just escaped from the devil's pursuit, and if they went back now, wouldn't they be falling into the trap again.

"I agree to kill back for revenge!"

"I agree!"

But thinking of those brothers who died in battle, the unwilling company commanders clenched their fists and supported Yang Ling's idea after thinking about it.

"Sir, Jieshou is currently stationed with a heavy army of devils. Let's fight back now, that's like touching eggs and stones."

The blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, was quite calm. Although he wanted to fight back, he still had some concerns. After all, they just got rid of the pursuers, so once was fine, but twice might not be so lucky.

"It is precisely because Jieshou is now stationed with a heavy army of devils that they will relax their vigilance. They never thought that we would kill a carbine." Yang Ling said confidently.

They lost so many brothers this time, although it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but he really can't swallow this breath in his heart, since it is a blood feud, he has to pay it back with the little devil's head.

"Our Northern Subei Corps has been beating the little devils in fear since its establishment, but this time we lost so many brothers. Our Subei Corps has always been revengeful. Let's go back tonight and take the devil's head as a memorial. Our sacrificed brother!"

"Take the devil's head as a memorial to the brothers who died in battle!" The company commanders, who were also fearless, clamored.

"Mr. Yang, just tell me how to fight, we will never frown!"

Seeing the fighting-minded brothers, Yang Ling immediately became more confident. With so many brothers Paoze, why worry about the Japanese invaders not being wiped out.

Seeing that Yang Ling had made up his mind, the blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, didn't say anything else. After all, the third battalion lost so much this time. If they didn't ask the little devil for some interest, the brothers couldn't bear it.