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

The ghost soldiers who had been fighting with the guerrillas for so long in a daze were also very angry when they heard that the guerrillas on the opposite side ran away without saying hello.

Soon, under the yelling of the devil officer, the devils of the brigade chased the blacksmith and the others with flashlights in the direction they were retreating.

All of a sudden, the fields and grassy paths were full of ghost soldiers holding bayonets and screaming. They were teased with angry expressions on their faces, as if the guerrillas owed them money.

The brothers of the North Jiangsu Corps eat well, wear warm clothes, and train very hard. Although each of them looks thin and thin, they are physically strong.

Their physical strength was more than 01:30 points stronger than those of the other yellow and thin Chinese troops, so they retreated with their feet spread out. Although the little devils quickly launched a pursuit, they could only follow behind and eat ashes.

Although the brothers from the first battalion led by the blacksmith ran in disorder, their speed was astonishing, and they quickly left the little devil far behind.

At the scheduled meeting place, Yang Ling had already led the brothers of the guard company directly under the corps to set up a blocking line along the river bank.

During the day, when their large army was heading south, they encountered indiscriminate bombing from devil planes, forcing Yang Ling to change his plan to block the devils at Jieshou.

But when he sent a telegram to Shen Biao of the third battalion telling them to retreat, no matter what he did not get a reply.

So Yang Ling had to take a huge risk and take a battalion of brothers to scatter southward, preparing to go to Jieshou to meet them and cover their withdrawal from Baoying.

But hurry up, they were still one step too late, because Shen Biao lost contact with Zongzhi, and Shen Biao was still blocking the devils according to the original plan.

Although they were a strengthened guerrilla battalion, they were facing a well-equipped devil detachment, and the forward Yamazaki brigade alone almost wiped them out.

When Yang Ling rushed to the outskirts of Jieshou, Shen Biao was leading the survivors of the third battalion and the militia to fight against the devils against the ruins of Jieshou.

Facing Jieshou who was surrounded by devils, Yang Ling and the others didn't dare to rescue them rashly, because if one failed, they would have to get involved.

In the end they decided on a plan, which was to divide the troops into three groups. The blacksmith led people to attract the firepower of the devils, Wang Dongming led people to Jieshou to rescue people, and Yang Ling led his brothers to cover and respond.

Now the gunshots rang out on the battlefield in the south, and the brothers who were responsible for attracting the firepower mingled with the devils. Although Yang Ling, who was in charge of responding behind him, had a calm face, he was also anxious.

Because Jieshou has gathered a large number of devil troops, it is not clear whether this plan will work. More importantly, once the blacksmiths are stuck by the devils and cannot withdraw, the loss will be great.

But Shen Biao's third battalion, which was surrounded by Jieshou, had to be rescued, so they could only take a risky attempt, because they were all their brothers there.

Fortunately, Yang Ling and the others set up a temporary position along an unknown river. After waiting for a short time, there was movement from afar.

"Quick! Run fast!"

Soon, shouts and hurried footsteps came from the other side of the river, and a group of people emerged from the darkness.

The line of defense was set up along the river, and the brothers in the guard company who were in charge of responding were all facing the enemy, and their guns were pointed at the other side of the river.

"Password!"

Seeing the shadows of people on the other side, Yang Ling patted the shoulder of the adjutant next to him. The adjutant poked out half of his head from the half-covered foxhole and yelled at the other side.

The opposite side also stopped in unison, and soon there was a voice; "Yellow River! Return order!"

"Yangtze!"

After the password was matched, a few flashlights shone on the other side of the river. Wang Dongming and the others withdrew first. A group of them took turns carrying the wounded evacuated from the town all the way down, and they were exhausted.

Soon, Wang Dongming and the others crossed the river, and Yang Ling led others to meet them.

The brothers Wang Dongming and the others rescued from the town were only a dozen or so brothers, and all of them were dressed in rags and covered in wounds, and their faces could no longer be clearly seen from their smoky faces.

When Yang Ling saw that only so few people had been withdrawn, his heart sank. Although he knew that the third battalion might suffer a great loss, he never expected such a huge loss.

"Sir..."

Seeing Yang Ling approaching, the tired and panting brothers all raised their hands in salute.

"Where's old Shen, where are the rest of the brothers?" Yang Ling looked at the disgraced brothers and asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, our third battalion...our third battalion has been wiped out, and there are only a few people left..." Shen Biao's second lieutenant and adjutant with the highest rank said, tears streaming from his eyes Rolled down.

This battle was indeed very miserable. There were nearly a thousand brothers in the reinforced battalion, and now there are only a few people left, and even the battalion commander was killed.

Wang Dongming also reported with a heavy heart: "Battalion Commander Shen was seriously injured. When he retreated, he felt ashamed of his brothers and committed suicide to die for the country."

Hearing that Shen Biao had become benevolent by himself, Yang Ling was also shocked. An unspeakable bitterness surged in his heart. After a long silence, he sighed with a heavy heart: "I killed Old Shen."

Since Yang Ling entered northern Jiangsu, the war has been going smoothly. He fought the devils several times and fled. The territory of their northern Jiangsu corps has also continued to expand.

But this time, Yang Ling knew that there were heavy soldiers of devils stationed on the southern front, but he still ventured north to fight Baoying. He only stayed in a main battalion on the southern front.

He didn't expect the devils to attack the north with all their strength. Now that he heard that Shen Biao, the most powerful general under his command, was killed and the third battalion was almost wiped out, Yang Ling was also filled with self-blame and guilt. He felt sorry for the brothers who died in battle.

Text Chapter 130 Seven Militia Pensions

The death of Shen Biao and the heavy casualties of the third battalion made everyone feel extremely heavy. As the commander, Yang Ling knew that the loss was heavy this time, and he had an inescapable responsibility, that is, he underestimated the enemy too much.

But the matter has come to this point, and any self-blame and guilt can no longer recover the loss. This painful lesson also sounded the alarm for Yang Ling, that is, any negligence may cause the crisis of annihilation of the entire army.

Although their Subei Corps developed rapidly behind the enemy, the team became stronger and stronger, and beat the little devil to pieces several times.

It is undeniable that the strength of the Japanese and puppet troops still occupies an absolute advantage in the vast occupied areas, and they are no longer allowed to be negligent.

Although Yang Ling's heart was heavy, as a commander, he knew that there were more things to do by himself, and now was not the time to be sad.

"Is Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng also killed?" Yang Ling had to force himself to ask about the situation of the third battalion.

Hearing Yang Ling ask Luo Feng, the deputy battalion commander of the third battalion, a younger brother replied uncertainly: "Vice Battalion Commander Luo led the team to attack during the feint attack, and it should have been broken up. Now we don't know if he was killed or not." .”

This brother's answer finally gave Yang Ling a glimmer of hope, and he secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that Luo Fengfu would be lucky enough to come back alive.

If Luo Feng, the deputy battalion commander, was also killed, the third battalion would really be wiped out this time. If Luo Feng could come back alive, then he believed that the rebuilt third battalion would soon be able to stand up again.

It's not terrible if the troops are wiped out, but what's terrible is that they don't have the courage to fight again. As long as the little devils are still raging on the land of China, if one third battalion is wiped out, Yang Ling can pull up ten, one hundred third battalions, and The little devil smashed to the end.

"Brothers, Battalion Commander Shen and the brothers did not die well. You are the seeds of the third battalion. You must carry forward the spirit of the third battalion to dare to fight and fight to the death. Let the little devils see that even if the third battalion only Alone, that is unbeatable!"

"Yes!"

Although the remaining brothers in the third battalion were weak and had tears in their eyes, they puffed up their chests after hearing Yang Ling's words.

After Yang Ling comforted the surviving brothers from the third battalion, he turned his attention to Zhang Baozi and the others, who were all in tatters.

Zhang Baozi, Qiangwang, Xiao Yan and others are the leaders of the militia detachments of the villages in the Jieshou area, and each of them governs an area.

This time, Shen Biao led the third battalion to fight against the little devils in Jieshou Town. These militia troops who had no experience in fighting devils also volunteered to kill them back.

But after only a few rounds of firefights, hundreds of militiamen were killed and injured, and now only Zhang Baozi and other people were rescued with injuries all over their bodies.

Zhang Baozi and others were local landlords and powerful men before they were reorganized into the militia by Yang Ling, and some of them had worked in the local security regiment.

Since the arrival of the devils, the security team disbanded, and these idle people had no source of livelihood, so they gathered in groups of three or four and began to block roads and rob, which can be regarded as a lot of stains.