"Knock knock—"

The knocking sound of the wooden door was particularly crisp in the silent night, and Yang Ling slept very lightly, touching the shell gun he had placed under the pillow with one hand, and sat up vigilantly.

"Who?" Yang Ling didn't light the lamp and asked outside the door.

"Tuanzuo, it's me, Wang Huzi, I have something important to report." Outside the door came the familiar voice of Wang Huzi.

Hearing that it was Wang Huzi, Yang Ling got up and put on his shoes and opened the door, but the shell gun was still in his hand.

The hanging lanterns in the courtyard were dimly lit, but Yang Ling could still see Wang Huzi and the people behind him clearly.

"What's going on?"

Yang Ling withdrew his gaze from the person behind Wang Huzi and asked Wang Huzi.

"Tuanzao, this is the housekeeper of Zhang Jiaji's Qian Fuming's family, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade made a murder in Qian Fuming's house......" Wang Huzi's words were concise, but Yang Ling heard the cause and effect clearly.

After Yang Ling heard Wang Huzi's description, he also frowned, he knew about this Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and they belonged to the Ninth Guerrilla Column, and they were a group of water bandits before, and they also caused the Yangjiawan tragedy.

"Tuanza, are we going to take care of this?" Seeing that Yang Ling didn't speak for a long time, Wang Huzi asked tentatively.

Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was born as bandits, and these people from the regular army looked down on them, after all, they were now standing on the common anti-Japanese front and were all subordinate to the Ninth Guerrilla Brigade, and it would be bad if the relationship was stiffened.

"Chief Yang, you have to make the decision for us......" Qian Fuming's butler saw that Yang Ling didn't speak, and he hurriedly pleaded.

"How many people are there in the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade? Where is it now? Yang Ling raised his head and asked Qian Fuming's housekeeper.

The housekeeper replied: "Dozens of people, it seems that they have gone to Zhang's house now." ”

"Huzi, let your people gather, let's go to Zhangjiaji."

"Yes!"

After Yang Ling gave an order, he turned around and went back to the house and grabbed his military uniform and armed belt.

Yang Ling had just promised Qian Fuming and the other squires a few hours ago that if there was something to come to him, who knew that this matter would come.

If he didn't stand up for these squires this time, then the work would not be easy to carry out in the future, and it would be useless to let the squires feed and provide information for the guerrillas, so this time he had to intervene.

Now the wounded of the Third Guerrilla Brigade to which Yang Ling belongs, the guard platoon and the logistics platoon are all staying in the hidden camp in Yangjiawan.

Wu Changqing's second company had already been scattered, and it was pressed into the guerrilla attacks near the fortresses on the outskirts of Qinghe Town on the scale of combat groups, so Xiaowangzhuang was left with more than 400 newly recruited recruits and a combat company of 150 people under Wang Huzi's command.

Most of the 150 brothers under Wang Huzi's command were elite veterans, and they had undergone intensive training, and although they were assembled late at night, they were assembled in full armor in just a few minutes.

"Brothers, the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade stationed in Xinzhuang went to Zhangjiaji to make a murder, and Qian Fuming's shopkeeper asked us to uphold justice, although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is also our own people in the ninth column, but there may be enemy agents inside, you must be ready to fight at any time!"

"Yes!" The brethren answered with a clear heart.

"Let's go, Zhangjiaji!"

Yang Ling was still quite confident in his brothers, so with a wave of his hand, he led a battle company out of Xiaowangzhuang and into the night of black rumbling.

Xiaowangzhuang is only an hour's journey from Zhangjiaji, but the road is slippery after dark, and Yang Ling and the others hurried to arrive before dawn.

The people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade led by Hu Biao tossed around in Zhangjiaji all night, and finally camped in Zhangjiajia, the easternmost part of Zhangjiaji.

And Yang Ling and the others quietly entered Zhangjiaji from the west, and went straight to Qian Fuming's house first.

"Another team is coming......"

There is a team in Zhangjiaji, although it is aimed at large households, but the ordinary people are not sleeping soundly, and they are also worried when they see another team entering the village.

"Shall we go out and hide." Under a window facing the street, a low voice could be heard.

"Let's take a look first, this group of people doesn't seem to be from Xinzhuang."

......

In these years of war and chaos, officers and soldiers are not as good as bandits, and homeless people are thieves.

Although the Qian family's compound was built in a luxurious manner, Qian Fuming's concubine was bullied by Hu Biao's people and crashed into the wall and died, which undoubtedly cast a shadow on the Qian family.

When Yang Ling and the others arrived at the Qian family, there was a low atmosphere of grief in the brightly lit Qian family's compound, and there were sobs and whimpering sounds coming from inside the house.

In the hall where the white lanterns were changed, Qian Fuming, who was crying and his eyes were red and swollen, heard that Yang Ling was coming, and he was also supported and greeted out.

"Sir Yang, you're here... Whining... You have to be the master for the little people, my little concubine Liu'er died unjustly......"

Qian Fuming saw that Yang Ling really rushed over overnight, like a wronged child, and threw himself in front of Yang Ling.

"Money shopkeeper, get up and talk."

Yang Ling hurriedly helped Qian Fuming up, and Qian Fuming, who was still talking and laughing at the dinner, seemed to be ten years old suddenly at this moment, looking weak and old, and this time it seemed that it hit him hard.

"Money shopkeeper, since I am here, I will naturally call the shots for you, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn." Yang Ling comforted Qian Fuming, who had red and swollen eyes.

"Thank you Chief Yang for your concern, but thinking that my Liu Er just went like this, I feel really uncomfortable......"

Seeing such a thing, Yang Ling was also quite helpless.

Now that the little devils have entered China, order has collapsed in many parts of China, bandits, Japanese puppet troops, rogue bandits, regular troops, and guerrillas are all active, and the natural situation is complicated.

If it were the local guerrillas, they would only collect some food to support themselves in the villages, but the guerrillas transferred from other places would act more unscrupulously, taking advantage of the opportunity to extort money and kill some "traitors."

"You tell me in detail about the cause and effect of the incident, and Zhangjiaji is the guerrilla area of my third guerrilla detachment, and I will naturally support you." After Yang Ling comforted him with kind words, he wanted to know the specific situation of the matter.

Qian Fuming was also moved when he saw that Yang Ling really came to support him, and he told all the causes and consequences of the antecedents and consequences.

"Damn, these scum, I'm going to destroy them all!"

Hearing Qian Fuming's story, Wang Huzi immediately became angry, although they also collected some money and food from the big households, but after all, it was really anti-Japanese.

But these people under the banner of anti-Japanese resistance know that they deceive the people, hurt people's lives, and fight devils have become cowards, how can they not make people angry.

After Yang Ling heard the story, he also had a fire in his heart, it was precisely because of the existence of these people that what they did not only ruined the reputation of the army. It also pushed the people to the side of the devils.

So that the guerrillas who were finally sent behind enemy lines became rootless duckweed, and in the face of the encirclement and suppression of devils and the hatred of the people, there was no reason to be invincible.

"Beard!"

"Here!"

"Come with me!"