The weapons and equipment in the ammunition depot were piled up, and Yang Ling was not polite, and with a wave of his hand, Wang Hu could move vigorously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Section Chief Lu was beaten by Yang Ling and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he stood on the steps and watched Yang Ling's commander carry boxes of weapons and ammunition out, and a vicious color flashed in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

He is a distant relative of He Yaozu, the director of the Military Commission, and although he is only a section chief, he has a small official and great power.

He held the power to replenish the ammunition of several divisions in his hands, whether it was reselling ammunition or receiving filial piety, he didn't expect to kick it on the iron plate this time.

Now being beaten so badly by Yang Ling, how could he have suffered today's nest of anger, and he held back a fire in his heart, although he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, but he hated Yang Ling in his heart, and secretly decided to go to He Yaozu, the director of the Military Commission, to sue Yang Ling when the time came, so that this bullshit little battalion commander would know the fate of offending him!

Yang Ling's heart is already happy now, with so many weapons and ammunition supplements, the combat effectiveness of the guerrilla battalion can be raised to a higher level, and when the time comes, it will be able to get twice the result with half the effort when it fights with the devils.

"Battalion commander, let's move so much ammunition without permission, what if the guy surnamed Lu waits for us to leave, what should we do?"

When the company commander Wang Huzi saw Yang Ling's unscrupulous order to carry the ammunition, there was a slight sadness between his eyebrows, worried that he would be held responsible.

As the saying goes, it is better to offend a gentleman than to offend a villain, in Wang Huzi's opinion, the section chief surnamed Lu is a complete villain, sometimes the villain stabs a knife in the back, it is impossible to prevent it, so kindly reminded Yang Ling.

Yang Lingtian was not afraid, these ammunition were piled up and no troops were distributed, which led to most of them falling into the hands of devils after the fall of Nanjing, in his opinion, instead of falling into the hands of devils, it was better to let them fight devils now.

However, Wang Huzi reminded him, although he warned the section chief surnamed Lu, in case he went to complain, he really couldn't eat and walk, and it was a felony to loot ammunition depots during the war.

"Go get a pen and paper, and let the surnamed Lu write a batch of notes, then we will receive the ammunition justifiably instead of carrying it without authorization, and even if we report it to the headquarters of the war zone and have the approval slip in hand, we will not be afraid-" Yang Ling ordered after thinking for a while.

Wang Huzi heard Yang Ling's order, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, this is to be a bitch and set up an archway, although his chief feels a little shameless to play a hooligan and scoundrel like this, but this is the tone he likes!

Now there is a chaotic chaos, if the officer's brain is too rigid and blindly bound by those rules and regulations, it will only make those soldiers who follow him unlucky.

Wang Huzi remembered that his last battalion commander was because of a tendon in his brain, and seeing that the devil had already copied the back road, he had to ask the commander to evacuate.

The result of this is that the commander's order has not yet come down, and the troops have fallen into the encirclement of the devil's heavy troops, and few of the entire battalion have broken through alive in the end, and the rest have all died, and even the battalion commander has died in the breakthrough.

Wang Huzi was lucky enough to pick up a life, so he was not afraid of anything, he was afraid that if he met a commander who did not know how to change, he would not only be finished himself, but also his brothers under him.

Now that their guerrilla battalion has almost run out of ammunition, if they go to the garrison commander's headquarters to apply for approval to receive ammunition, with the current deteriorating battlefield situation, I am afraid that they will have to go to the battlefield again before they receive the ammunition, and they can only fight with the devils with bayonets without ammunition, and I don't know how many brothers will have to sacrifice at that time.

Wang Huzi likes a strong commander like Yang Ling, although he will offend many people, but at least the brothers will not die in vain if they follow him.

Chief Lu was beaten by Fat, and seeing Wang Huzi holding the approval slip for him to sign and seal, he was 10,000 unwilling in his heart, if he signed it, how could he sue?

"Chief Lu, do you still want to be beaten?"

Wang Huzi, who was full of flesh, saw that Section Chief Lu was hesitating, knowing what he was paying attention to, and coldly reminded him.

Section Chief Lu felt Wang Huzi's ill-intentioned gaze, gritted his teeth and signed and stamped, and secretly scolded his mother in his heart, you wait, there will be a day when you will cry!

"Hey, that's right," Wang Huzi saw that Section Chief Lu had signed and stamped, so he smiled and relaxed.

Yang Ling and the others returned to Daguang Road with a large amount of weapons and ammunition, and Section Chief Lu stood on the steps and stared at their backs with vicious eyes, and left for a long time.

"Don't think that you can escape by signing and sealing, offend Lao Tzu, and let you die without knowing how to die!" Chief Lu secretly cursed in his heart.

Yang Ling naturally didn't know that Section Chief Lu had already held a grudge against them, but he didn't care at all, even if there was a backer behind this surnamed Lu, he Yang Ling was not afraid at all, the world was vast, and when the time came, he would not stay here, he would have his own place to keep his master, and he still had a note in hand.

Yang Ling and the others used a cart to pull a large number of weapons and ammunition back to Daguang Road, which immediately caused a sensation, and the brothers of the guerrilla battalion surrounded them with bright eyes.

The weapons in their hands are varied, and there are not a few tattered ones, and seeing so many sophisticated weapons and equipment, it is like a wolf smelling fishy, and I can't wait to swallow it in one bite.

The student soldiers, who had been fighting for so long to carry stretchers and assist in rescuing the wounded, craned their necks at the moment, eager to have a gun of their own, and their eyes were full of longing.

The veterans rushed forward, filling their pockets with yellow-orange-orange bullets when they were not looking.

They are poor and afraid, and the bullets sent by Shangfeng are not enough to stuff their teeth, so they will get bullets everywhere at every opportunity, and if there is no bullet gun, they are burning sticks and fart devils.

"Look at your little bit of interest, let Lao Tzu go over there and assemble in line!" Yang Ling also saw the small movements of the veterans, and scolded loudly with a smile.

The veterans laughed wryly, but were not prepared to put back the bullets in their pockets, for whom they would never be too many.

More than 1,000 good brothers gathered to occupy almost half of the street, and Yang Ling climbed the collapsed wall, condescending to overlook the faces of each brother.

These brothers were temporarily replenished to his guerrilla camp by several crippled companies, and each of them had dirty and mottled uniforms, but their expressions were still firm, and now they were all his Yang Ling's soldiers.

"Brothers, when you arrived at the guerrilla camp, you handed over your life to me Yang Ling, and you trusted me! I, Yang Ling, have thanked you in advance here! Thank you! Yang Ling bowed to the brothers who were standing solemnly.

Seeing Yang Ling suddenly say this, the brothers were a little puzzled, did not speak, and waited for Yang Ling's next words.

Yang Ling straightened up and paused, and continued: "I, Yang Ling, have no ability, I can't guarantee that the brothers will eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, and I can't guarantee that the brothers will all be able to leave the battlefield alive, but since you follow me Yang Ling, you are my Yang Ling's soldiers, and we are brothers who live and die together!"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, many people suddenly became enthusiastic, as an officer, he has always been high, where to care about the life and death of the people under him, what he said is all big words and lies, so the relationship between officers and soldiers is not good, just a pure relationship between superiors and subordinates, once the war is unfavorable, most of the time the officers run away first, and the sense of belonging of the soldiers and officers is not strong.

Now that they heard Yang Ling tell the truth with their own ears and treated them as brothers, they were very moved in their hearts, and they were very fortunate to meet such a good chief.

Yang Ling pointed to the piles of sophisticated weapons and said, "These weapons and ammunition are even a gift from my Yang Ling to everyone, as long as you follow me to fight devils well!" I, Yang Ling, will definitely not treat everyone badly! ”

"Good!" Some veterans applauded loudly, and the brothers also shouted: "Follow Chief Yang to fight devils!"

"Now distribute the ammunition!" Yang Ling saw that his morale was high, and a smile appeared on his face: "There is enough ammunition!"