The northern Jiangsu Plain has a vertical and horizontal water network, fertile land, dense villages dotted around, and the population is much denser than the barren mountainous areas.

Although this has become a occupied area at this moment, except for a small number of people who have fled, most of them have stayed, after all, their hometown has lived here for generations, and it is difficult to part with their hometown.

The devils also changed the practice of burning, killing, looting people and animals in the warring areas, and implemented the strategy of using China to contain China and nourish the war with war in the occupied areas, and used the maintenance association and other organizations to encircle the people to serve them.

After all, their island country is short of resources, and the devils fighting on the front line still expect the Chinese people in the occupied areas to grow food for them, provide chickens, ducks, fish and meat, and if they are all killed, they will drink the northwest wind.

The implementation of this policy of the devils gradually settled down the people in the occupied areas, although the people needed to hand over a lot of grain, vegetables and meat, and from time to time they had to be dragged by the devils to build turrets as hard labor.

But it's slightly better to stay in your hometown than to live as a refugee with no permanent place to live, at least a shelter from the elements, but that's all.

Compared with the difficult life of the vast number of poor people, for the squires who owned good land shops, they were even more reluctant to abandon their family property to become refugees with no fixed residence.

Besides, they don't have any patriotic consciousness in their minds, they always feel that the little devils are also human beings, and they also have to eat and drink, as long as they hand over food, vegetables and money to the little devils on time, the little devils will not deal with them for no reason.

For handing over these grains, vegetables and money, they are also more open-minded, anyway, they used to hand over, and now they are also handed, but they have changed the object of handing in, as long as they can keep the family property, they are too lazy to care about who to hand it over.

It is precisely because most of the Chinese people have a weak sense of patriotism that the little devils can easily control the vast occupied areas and realize the policy of feeding the war with war.

If everyone in these countries rises up to resist, then the little devil will not last long without eating or drinking.

And the arrival of Yang Ling and these guerrillas, attacking and killing devils everywhere, destroying communication lines, and propagating anti-Japanese ideas, ruined the good deeds of the little devils, and naturally became a thorn in the flesh of the little devils, and they wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.

However, the devil garrison squadron in Qinghe Town and Yang Ling suffered losses in several encounters, and the devil captain Sadao Kasai also learned a lesson, no longer rashly attacked, and became a turtle with a shrunken head.

But he was not idle, he was a shrinking turtle on the surface, but secretly he didn't relax, Sadao Kasai asked for reinforcements from the garrison in Huaiyin County, and sent a plainclothes team, a detective team and a hidden spy to spy on Yang Ling's details, after all, he knew that he was invincible.

Yang Ling also knew that the devil would definitely not give up, and he was also actively expanding his armaments to meet new battles.

Yang Ling and the devil have a tacit understanding that there was no large-scale battle, although it seems to be calm, but secretly there is an undercurrent surging.

Now both sides are accumulating strength, Qinghe Town is calm, and the big families nearby are also watching in secret, ready to be the grass on the wall at any time.

After all, for them living in the cracks, if they want to keep their family property and fertile land, they have to meet the source left and right, the devils come, they welcome them with wine and meat, and the guerrillas come, they also applaud and welcome with both hands.

In particular, in the home of Qian Fuming, a big family in Zhangjiaji, two banners were made, one was to welcome the imperial army and the other to welcome the guerrillas.

Zhangjiaji, where Qian Fuming lives, is a large settlement under the rule of Qinghe Town, with more than 1,500 residents, and such a population is only comparable to several villages if it is placed in the mountainous area.

Fortunately, the land near Zhangjiaji is flat and fertile, and there is a river network for irrigation, which is more than enough to feed such a population.

Although Zhangjiaji is not as populous as Qinghe Town, it has so many residents that it is much more prosperous than the surrounding villages.

And Qian Fuming, a big family, with his shrewd mind, has made a huge family business in just 20 years, although it is indispensable to take advantage of despicable means such as robbery, but it is always a successful career.

But in these chaotic years, it is not easy to keep such a large share of the family business, after all, all parties are competing, no matter which side is offended, the Qian family may encounter a catastrophe.

The guerrillas and devils all have guns, and although his Qian family has spent a lot of money to buy more than 20 quick robbers, they can only watch the home and deter the small people.

So now Qinghe Town looks calm, but Qian Fuming smelled a hint of danger from it, and secretly sent people to observe, ready to see the situation and move.

If you see that the guerrillas are no longer good, then hurry up and send food and drink to the devils, if the devils are not good, you have to take the initiative to send things to the guerrillas, which is also the way to survive in the cracks.

Although Qian Fuming wanted to make up his mind and then act, and was ready to wait and see as the grass on the wall, the so-called plan could not catch up with the changes, and the guerrillas still came to the door.

"Our Chief Yang will hold a banquet in Xiaowangzhuang tonight, please attend on time."

A brother from the guerrillas who knocked on the door of Qian's house said and handed Qian Fuming an invitation.

"Boss, please sit in the room." Qian Fuming took the invitation and warmly invited the brother who delivered the letter into the house.

"No, I'm going to go to a few other houses to deliver invitations, say goodbye." The guerrilla brothers who delivered the invitation were also neatly handed, and after giving up, they turned and left.

"Then the boss walks slowly, next time I must come to the house to sit down."

When the guerrillas left, the smile on Qian Fuming's face disappeared, and when he looked at the invitation card in his hand, he suddenly felt that he weighed a thousand pounds, should he go or not? He was troubled.

But in the end, Qian Fuming still instructed the housekeeper to prepare a gift, and under the protection of several gun-wielding family members, he rushed to Xiaowangzhuang, after all, the guerrillas could not afford to offend.

Also suffering from Qian Fuming were big households from more than ten nearby villages, and they all received Yang Ling's notice to go to the banquet, although they all knew that it was probably a Hongmen banquet, but the situation was stronger than people, and they had to go.

Yang Ling also expected that these big families would not dare not come, after all, he had a lot of evidence in his hands that they were oppressing the people and colluding with the devils, if he didn't come, he couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.

The reason why Yang Ling wanted to invite these big families over was to give them a chance to atone for their sins, and by the way, to fund military supplies, it was as simple as that.

Although the big families are all well-known figures in the vicinity, in the face of the guerrillas who beat the devils to the point of embarrassment, they dare to offend, and they all arrive at Xiaowangzhuang on time.

"Come inside, please, please."

When Wang Huzi saw these big men wearing melon skin hats and dressing decently, his smile was like looking at a fat sheep that had fallen into a wolf's den.

Seeing the enthusiasm of Wang Huzi standing at the door, the trembling families felt a little relieved, and they all went to the hall of the temporary headquarters of the guerrilla detachment to sit down, and someone made tea for them.

They are all familiar with each other, but at the moment they are sitting there just drinking tea, and they all have a sad face.

Soon, the brothers in the cooking class prepared a table of meals and set them up, all of which were coarse tea and light rice, and the big families all sat down one after another under the greeting of Wang Huzi.

"Chief Yang has arrived!"

With the shouts of the guards at the door, Yang Ling, who was dressed in military uniform, stepped in.