"There are also little devils who take our people as test subjects, open their intestines and want to study, improve their short genes, and want to test their newly developed poisonous gas, even the three little children will not let go......"

"In Nanjing, more than 300,000 Chinese soldiers and civilians were all killed by devils, and more than 300,000 of my compatriots were slaughtered in a few weeks, and the water of the Yangtze River was stained red with blood!"

"Resist to the end, don't be a slave to the country!"

The tragedies that Yang Ling recounted, the things done by the little devils, the brothers gritted their teeth and roared.

They have very little contact with these news on weekdays, although they know that the little devil is hateful, but they didn't expect the little devil to do so many hurtful things, they can't wait to find the little devil now and work hard to avenge the blood and revenge.

Yang Ling walked around the villages where the anti-Japanese forces were stationed, which greatly boosted the morale of these brothers, and he also became hated for the little devils.

Yang Ling didn't deliberately promote hatred, he just told the facts.

These people are not qualified to forgive the little devils for those sacrificed brothers and sacrificed people, because they have not experienced the human circle, they have not experienced slaughter, and they will not experience that miserable despair.

In the morning, Yang Ling gave lectures to the recruits in the new barracks, and in the afternoon, he visited them in various anti-Japanese armed forces that had gathered in Huaiyin for training.

When Yang Ling returned to the detachment headquarters in Huaiyin City, it was already time for dinner.

Although Yang Ling's current strength and non-establishment have exceeded a reinforced regiment, he, as a commander, still maintains a simple style of life.

Dinner is just a bowl of white rice and a plate of fried shredded potatoes, and boiled water is used as soup.

Yang Ling, who is the commander, eats so plainly, and the staff officers of the detachment naturally can't eat big fish and meat all day long, so like Yang Ling, they eat a big pot of rice on weekdays, and they will only eat one or two good meals when they are paid.

Fortunately, most of the grassroots officers in this era were promoted from the big head soldiers and were able to bear hardships and stand hard work, so there were not many complaints.

"Report!" Before Yang Ling's meal was finished, a guard hurriedly broke in.

Yang Ling saw the guard's face full of urgency, and he also put down the dishes and chopsticks: "What's the matter?" ”

"Sir, Battalion Commander Wu asked me to report that the brother sent to Liu Gezhuang has returned from a serious injury, and is now in the medical team, so let you hurry over and go over, there is an important situation."

When Yang Ling heard that a brother was seriously injured, he hurriedly grabbed his half-worn tweed coat and put it on, and went out as he spoke, and several guards hurriedly followed.

The medical corps of the Third Guerrilla Detachment has now been expanded to include more than 30 medical personnel, who are housed in an empty landlord's compound in the city.

Seeing Yang Ling coming from a distance, the brothers in charge of the medical team's security work hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Yang Ling didn't care about returning the salute, so he stepped into the compound of the medical team.

Washed gauze was drying on bamboo poles in the courtyard, and the wounded brothers were chatting and laughing in groups, and from time to time the wails of the seriously wounded came from the rooms on either side.

Under the leadership of the brother, Yang Ling went straight to the innermost room along the corridor, and the wounded brothers saluted and greeted each other along the way, and they didn't know what happened when Yang Ling suddenly came here.

"Sir." Wu Changqing, the commander of the second battalion, had already arrived first, and when he saw Yang Ling coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

Yang Ling pulled Wu Changqing, who had a solemn face, to the side of the pillar and asked, "What's the situation?" ”

Wu Changqing said with some anger: "The brothers of one of our classes were ordered to go to the countryside to contact all kinds of armed forces, and let the people of the Little Knife Society detain them in the territory of the Little Knife Society, and send back a delivery message. ”

When Yang Ling heard that his brother had been detained, a fierce murderous aura immediately flashed on his face, and he dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, he simply didn't want to live.

Yang Ling asked in a deep voice, "What words did you hand us over?" ”

"The knife will let us ransom people, one hundred thousand oceans, if it is not delivered tomorrow morning, all the people will be killed." Wu Changqing said indignantly.

"Fuck, Knife wouldn't know who we were?" Hearing that the knife meeting had actually opened this condition, Yang Ling couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"I asked just now, and they said that they made it clear who we were, but the knife will say that no matter who we are, since we have broken into their territory, we will either take the money to ransom or stay with our lives."

"It's really the opposite!" Yang Ling's anger rose in his heart, he didn't expect the knife to be so arrogant.

It would be nice if they could be so tough in the face of the little devils, but it's a pity that they aimed their knives at their own anti-Japanese team.

"How many people will there be in Knife?" Yang Ling quickly calmed himself down and turned his head to ask Wu Changqing.

Wu Changqing replied: "There are more than 20 villages in that area, which are controlled by the Knife Society, and there are more than 1,000 people who can fight. ”

"And they also have an unclear connection with the nearby Red Gun Society, and the Red Gun Society also refused our invitation to participate in the Anti-Japanese General Assembly this time."

Yang Ling didn't expect that they would really dare to fight against them, after all, their guerrillas were also subordinate units of the Military Commission, and working against them was almost no different from working against the Military Commission.

"The matter of the Red Gun Society is put aside for now, you go and gather your people now, and we will go and save people." Yang Ling is most worried about the safety of the brothers in that class now.

"Yes!" Wu Changqing also knew that time was money, and if it was too late, the brothers in that class would die.

As soon as Wu Changqing hurriedly left to gather the troops, a bloodied doctor came out of the room.

Several doctors in the medical team were invited by Yang Ling from Lianyungang at a great price, which made up for the embarrassment of the lack of doctors in their detachment.

"Dr. Lin, how's it going?" Yang Ling saw the doctor come out and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Doctor Lin didn't expect Yang Ling to come over in person, and after being stunned for a moment, he shook his head helplessly: "Sir Yang, this brother has lost too much blood, and I can't do anything about ......it."

At this time, two medical staff carried a brother covered in blood out, and seeing that this brother was drenched in blood and did not have a piece of good flesh on his body, Yang Ling's heart couldn't help but be angry.

"Dr. Lin, it's been a great job."

Yang Ling said and waved his hand to let the guards behind him take the brothers who had died from the hands of the medical staff, and then strode away from the medical team with a black face.

Yang Ling didn't know why the knife would be so ruthless to his brother, but now he didn't need to do anything, now he only needed to pay for it with blood.

His own brothers did not die on the battlefield of fighting devils, but died at the hands of Chinese, Yang Ling couldn't bear this evil breath!