A large area of black pressure at the entrance of the temporary headquarters of the Northern Jiangsu Corps was full of people who had gathered under the instigation of demagogy, their skinny and skinny faces, and their thin bodies shivering in the cold wind.

When they confirmed that it was Yang Ling, the captain of Northern Jiangsu, who was standing on the steps and talking to them, they were a little stunned, because Yang Ling did not conform to the image of those high-ranking officers who were pot-bellied, oily, and greedy for life and afraid of death.

Yang Ling's straight body and resolute face made everyone subconsciously feel that this was a real soldier, which was their most intuitive feeling, because the unique temperament of a soldier could not be pretended.

In the first meeting without knowing each other, many people like to judge people by their appearance, and there is no doubt that Yang Ling's current image has won a little favor from the people.

They pointed at Yang Ling, talking one after another, and the scene of the surging emotions calmed down for a while.

Although the majority of the Chinese people live in poverty and hardship, they have inherited the fine tradition of simplicity and kindness of the Chinese nation.

When they found out that Yang Ling was not as ugly as they imagined, but instead appeared to be upright, they began to wonder if they had misunderstood Yang Ling.

Seeing that the people were no longer in a state of agitation, the traitors who were mixed in the crowd began to be anxious, and if they were so suppressed, they would not be able to carry out their plan.

"I don't care if you are Yang Ling or not, we don't want to starve and freeze, we want to eat, we have to go home......" The traitor hiding in the crowd began to clamor again.

"Yes, we want to go home, we want food!"

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Sleeping in the open air, coupled with the robbery and extortion encountered on the way, the hungry and cold people were already suppressing their emotions, and they were agitated and shouted again.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, sleeping in the cold and freezing weather is not thoughtful for me Yang Ling, but the state affairs are difficult, please insist on walking for a while, in Huaiyin I have ordered to vacate the house for everyone, prepare the food, as long as you go to Huaiyin, you can have a good meal and sleep comfortably!"

Hearing that Yang Ling had prepared the shelter and food for them in Huaiyin was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the hungry and cold people, and made them feel at ease.

After all, it won't take long to go from here to Huaiyin, and it's not far from Baoying to move forward, since Yang Ling has already arranged everything for them, it won't be interesting for them to make trouble again.

For these poor people, in these years of war and chaos, they just begged for a place to live and something to eat, and they did not have too high requirements.

And those hidden traitors used the most basic demands of these people to incite them to make trouble, and with Yang Ling's promise, the emotional people were appeased.

"You officials will deceive people, what if there is no place to live and no food at that time, we will drink the northwest wind at that time!" The traitors saw that the people's mood had stabilized and shouted again.

"Don't be deceived by this surnamed Yang, where we want to live now, we need food now, otherwise let go of the roadcard and let us go home!"

People are very conformist, and as soon as the traitors reminded them like this, the people who had just been appeased shouted again, and Yang Ling's teeth were so angry that they itched.

And the commander of the guard company and five or six staff officers were also pale, and their eyes kept wandering through the crowd, trying to find the agitated traitors.

It's a pity that these traitors are well hidden, every time they hide in the crowd and shout silently, and they cooperate with each other, in so many crowds, it is difficult to accurately locate them.

"Now that the little devil has laid down Gaoyou, he has come to the north, and you are going home now to go home, and I will let the big guy retreat north, but also for everyone's safety......"

"You are guerrillas, why don't you fight devils, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, you group of waste, waste, greedy for life and afraid of death, deserters......."

"Fathers and fellow villagers, let's talk about it, let's donate money and food, what are we doing to raise such a waste army, let them disband as soon as possible!"

"Yes, the guerrillas are disbanded, give us guns, and we will fight ourselves and go home!"

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Under the guidance of the traitors, the people's demands for food and shelter evolved into attacks on the guerrilla troops.

The brothers are also full of righteous indignation, they fought bloodily on the front line and fought with the little devils, but now they are slandered as deserters, their hearts are clenched, and their faces are full of anger.

Yang Ling knew that all the explanations now were in vain, because if a problem was solved, then the traitor would use other aspects to make things difficult.

Yang Ling directly ripped off his military uniform, revealing his scarred upper body in the cold wind, showing it in front of the gathered crowd.

And Huzi and the other guards also understood what Yang Ling meant, and they ripped off their clothes one after another, revealing their bodies full of knife wounds and gunshot wounds, standing straight.

Yang Ling raised the iron horn: "Some people say that we are deserters, cowards, and that we don't fight devils, I ask you to open your eyes now and take a look, what are these scars!" ”

"In Shanghai, we fought with the little devils for three months, and no one flinched, I crawled out of the pile of dead people,"

"In Nanjing, we killed more than 10 generals, more than 80,000 brothers were martyred, and we fought with the little devils until the last moment!"

"In Lanfeng, we blocked the Devil's Tufeiyuan Division and fought for a few days and nights, and the battlefield became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, in Wanjialing, although we killed a division of the Devil, but our dead brothers piled up into a mountain......"

"These brothers of mine crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood with me, you look at the scars on their bodies, are they playing with them by themselves?!"

"It's not! This is left by the little devils, did they retreat, no! ”

Yang Ling's angry voice echoed in the cold wind, and the people who were surging quieted down, the so-called seeing is believing, when they saw the scarred body like a withered wooden stake, they lowered their heads in shame for the first time.

"We fought bloody battles on the front line, and every battle was a life-and-death struggle, but some people slandered us for not resisting the war and slandering us as deserters."

"There are old and young brothers standing here, many of whom have not been home since they put on their uniforms, and their families think they are dead, why are the brothers so desperate! It's not for our fathers and fellow villagers to live peacefully, and for our children and grandchildren not to be slaves! ”

"I don't know why you misunderstood us, misunderstood us soldiers who desperately protect you, and I don't know if you were instigated by traitors and spies!"

Yang Ling almost roared: "But what I want to tell you is that if you want food, I will give it!" You want to go home, well, I won't stop you, I will take my brothers to walk in front of you, because we are soldiers, unless we die, the little devil will not want to hurt my father and fellow villagers, and he will not want to kill my country! ”

"Resist the war to the end, don't be a slave to the country!" In the atmosphere rendered by Yang Ling, some intellectuals among the people finally woke up and raised their arms and shouted.

"Exorcise the Japanese invaders! Give me back the rivers and mountains! ”

The crowd also shouted one after another, and their previous emotions and dissatisfaction with the guerrillas were completely transferred to the little devils, because the guerrillas were not to blame for all this, but to the invading army.

Seeing that the people who had finally been agitated were told by Yang Ling to turn the target of the attack to the devils, those hidden traitors gritted their teeth with hatred.

The traitors and traitors glanced at each other, and when everyone was raising their arms and shouting, they secretly found out the hidden short guns.