When the sky was dark, the battle in Xinzhuang was nearing its end, and occasionally one or two gunshots broke the morning light, and it was the guerrilla search party searching for the remnants of the enemy.

The explosion ignited several large tiled houses in Xinzhuang, thick smoke billowed from thick smoke, hot tongues of fire scurried everywhere, and the walls of some courtyards became full of holes, all of which were craters left by the battle.

Although Han Feihu's Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade numbered four or five hundred, except for the core of more than 100 people from water bandits, the rest were a group of rabble.

On the contrary, the guerrilla officers and soldiers had gone through the test of war, and they had fought face-to-face with the little devils, so in the face of the guerrilla raid, Han Feihu and their resistance were quickly defeated.

"Let's go, hurry up—"

The black-faced guerrilla officers and soldiers were bloodshot at the moment, but their fighting spirit was high, and wherever they stood with their guns, they were as hard as rocks, and their murderous gaze made the prisoners' hearts palpitate.

The disarmed members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were driven out of various places by the armed guerrillas and gathered in the open space in front of the ancestral hall in Xinzhuang.

The battle ended smoothly, and all those who resisted the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were sent to see Hades, and those who voluntarily threw away their rifles and surrendered became prisoners.

"Tuanza, I really made you guess right, this dog's surname Han is really a little devil who took refuge——"

The battalion commander Wang Huzi's face was still stained with blood, and he picked up a new crooked light machine gun, and his words were full of anger.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was originally an anti-Japanese armed force under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, but now it is killing its own compatriots with a machine gun secretly funded by the little devils.

The deputy battalion commander blacksmith mocked: "This little devil is really willing to spend his blood, and he gave them a full six machine guns alone, but it's a pity that these losers can't use them, and they cheapen us for nothing." ”

Although the power of the machine gun is great, it is not an overnight thing for a person who does not know a few characters to skillfully operate the machine gun and exert its combat effectiveness.

Besides, the machine gun is not only able to fight, but also needs maintenance, after all, the machine gun has a fast rate of fire, and if the maintenance cannot keep up with it on weekdays, the barrel will not be able to fight for a long time and will have to be scrapped.

Although in order to enhance the strength of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, the devils allocated a batch of weapons and ammunition to them, and wanted them to attack the guerrillas from behind.

However, Han Feihu had the intention of preserving his strength, and these new weapons and equipment were not yet proficient, so his combat effectiveness declined, and he was served by Yang Ling and them.

Although a large number of weapons and ammunition were seized, and the culprit of the murder of Zhangjiaji's patriotic army family was also killed, Yang Ling still had a serious face.

The devil has now begun to use various means to win over and divide the anti-Japanese forces behind enemy lines, and the situation will be even more severe in the future, and the fighting will be even more brutal, and he is worried about the future of the guerrillas.

"Report-" Just as Yang Ling and the others were counting the seizures, a resolute-eyed veteran came over and saluted.

Yang Ling raised his head and asked, "How is it?" ”

The veteran replied with a serious face: "Han Feihu has a hard mouth, and he died without asking anything." ”

Han Feihu tried to escape during the battle, but was shot, although he did not hit the heart and other vital points, but it didn't last long before he lost too much blood and hung up.

"Damn, it's cheap! I also want to get him back to Zhangjiaji to show the public. ”

Hearing that Han Feihu was dead, Wang Huzi still cursed and muttered unwillingly, but now that the person is dead, there is no need to get a corpse back.

"All his subordinates have confessed, and the person who contacted them was Liu Liang, the rich man of the former Wangjiazhuang, and he also brought the weapon." The veteran waited for Wang Huzi to finish scolding, and then continued to add.

Hearing that it was the traitor Liu Liang who surrendered to the anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade according to the bridge front, which led to the tragedy of Zhangjiaji, the irascible Wang Huzi immediately jumped up.

"It turned out to be this dog surnamed Liu, what about others, I'm going to split this scum alive!"

The veteran said helplessly: "I heard that the surname Liu was still in Xinzhuang yesterday, but just now I went to look for a circle among the captives and didn't find it, so I guess I ran away while I was in chaos." ”

Hearing that the traitor Liu Liang had run away, Wang Huzi was still angry in his heart, and scolded: "What are you doing to eat, a big living person can run away, now hurry up and send someone to chase it, I want to live or die!" ”

It was not yet dawn when Yang Ling and the others attacked Xinzhuang, and they were not familiar with the terrain because of the black rumbling, but they didn't expect Liu Liang to take advantage of the chaos to run away, which was also a pity.

"Okay, it's been half an hour, and I can't catch up." Yang Ling waved his hand to stop the order to send people to pursue: "If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, as long as he is in Qinghe Town, sooner or later one day he will have to be cleaned up." ”

Now with the collapse of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, this traitor Liu Liang only has the little devil in Qinghe Town, and now he can't catch up, it doesn't mean that Yang Ling has no way to clean him up.

His special combat team has just been formed and has not yet made contributions, and he just happened to use the head sacrifice knife of the traitor Liu Liang.

"Sir, the captives have been counted, a total of three hundred and five people, and one hundred and eighty-one people." Soon, someone came to report.

"Six crooked light machine guns, three grenadiers, 300 Hanyang rifles, and 23 short guns were captured......"

It can be said that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was basically wiped out under the surprise attack of the guerrillas, and since then, there has been no such armed force as the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade in this area.

Yang Ling naturally did not tell the truth, and ordered: "Write a report on the specific situation and send it to the column commander, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has defected to the enemy, and our department has annihilated it!" ”

Now, whether the guerrilla column commander believes it or not, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade has been destroyed anyway, and Yang Ling believes that for the sake of a team that has been destroyed, they will not waste time and energy to investigate.

"What about the more than 300 captives, do you want to?" The taciturn deputy battalion commander, the blacksmith, said and made a motion to wipe his neck.

In his opinion, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade killed so many people in Zhangjiaji, and it would be good to kill them all, so as not to waste food.

Yang Ling didn't think so, after all, it was their main leader who surrendered to the devils, and most of them were just carrying out orders, and they couldn't kill them all.

Yang Ling thought for a while and instructed: "Go and interrogate them separately one by one, all those who have killed people in Zhangjiaji and set fires will be screened out for me, and those who have not committed crimes will be included in our team, those who have committed crimes, blacksmiths, you know how to do it." ”

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on the blacksmith's resolute face, he knew that he had always done the dirty work by himself, and without saying a word, he carried the blood-dripping saber and went straight to the captives in front of the ancestral hall.

The screening of more than 300 people was a lot of work, but fortunately, the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were now facing the cold muzzle of the gun, and they had become fish on the board, and they almost had to answer all questions.

Soon, more than 150 people who participated in the Zhangjiaji tragedy were all identified, and some of the most vicious water bandits were also isolated and taken into a courtyard.

In just over ten minutes, the deputy battalion commander blacksmith walked out of the courtyard covered in blood, and several veterans behind him were a little pale.

The raging fire burned, and the smell of barbecue permeated Xinzhuang, and all the dead people were not buried, but all of them were set on fire, looking at the burning human oil, the captives who were still alive were all weak in their legs at the moment.

"If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place......" Wang Huzi's gaze withdrew from the burning oil in the fire, muttered to himself, shook his head and sighed.