In the thick of the night, hundreds of brothers from the first battalion of guerrillas carrying torches trotted along the muddy road and went straight to Zhangjiaji.

"Quick! Everybody run! ”

The beard of the king, with his undisciplined buckle, kept running back and forth in front of the procession, urging the brothers to speed up their pace.

The brethren had been fighting the little devils for a day and were already exhausted.

But now that he heard that Zhangjiaji had been attacked, he was immediately furious, tired, and marched towards Zhangjiaji, ready to teach the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade a cruel lesson.

In particular, many of the brothers in the team who came from Zhangjiaji were even more anxious, but their families were hurt, and they couldn't wait to fly to Zhangjiaji with a pair of wings.

The road was muddy and difficult to navigate, and although there was a muffled sound of someone slipping and falling to the ground from time to time, the speed of the whole team did not slow down in the slightest.

Yang Ling knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was adapted from the bandits, if he really surrendered to the little devils, he was afraid that everything would be done, and he was worried about the safety of Zhang Liechen and the villagers of Zhang Jiaji, although his face was as calm as ever, he was very anxious in his heart.

The brothers were sweating profusely all the way, and when they reached a distance of several miles from Zhangjiaji, they saw the sky-high fire of Zhangjiaji, illuminating the night sky near Zhangjiaji.

Seeing the raging fire in the distance, Yang Ling's heart also sank, and the brothers who lived in Zhangjiaji were even more red-eyed, worried about the safety of their families, so they didn't need to be urged, so they pulled their legs and ran towards Zhangjiaji.

"Get ready for battle!"

Yang Ling did not know whether Zhang Jiaji was still controlled by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and gave the battle order while running.

One by one, the brothers loaded their bullets, their faces full of anger, and soon approached the periphery of Zhangjiaji.

The raging flames were blazing, and the hot heat wave was blowing in his face, Yang Ling did not dare to take the brothers directly into the village, and stopped and hid in the field outside the village.

Led by a veteran from Shandong, several brothers from the reconnaissance squad went to the village to inquire about the situation under the cover of night, while the brothers waited anxiously and panting.

Soon, the Shandong veterans who were in charge of the reconnaissance turned back.

"Report to the group, the gang of miscellaneous members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade have run away, and Deputy Detachment Leader Zhang is organizing firefighting in the village."

Yang Ling was also relieved to hear that Zhang Liechen and the others were safe and sound, and with a wave of his hand, he poured into the village with hundreds of brothers.

A large area of houses in Zhangjiaji is burning, thick smoke is billowing out, and from time to time the blackened beams of the house collapse violently, and the flames are running wildly.

After a day's battle in the mire, the brothers were soaking wet, and the scorching air was blowing white, as if they were in a steamer.

"Quick, splash water!"

Zhang Liechen, the deputy head of the Third Guerrilla Detachment, was blackened with smoke, and at this moment he was shouting loudly and directing the chaotic people and militiamen to pour water and put out the fire.

Looking at the past from a distance, in the reflection of the firelight, there are people running and shouting everywhere, fighting the fire, crying and wailing, the scene is a mess.

"The first company went to the outside of the village to guard, the second company maintained order, and the third company and the fourth company hurried to put out the fire!"

Seeing that the fire was spreading wantonly and burning the people's houses, Yang Ling did not dare to delay, and after giving the order, he went straight to Zhang Liechen.

"Vice Captain Zhang, what's going on?" Yang Ling pulled Zhang Liechen aside and asked loudly about the situation.

Zhang Liechen couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Yang Ling arrive: "Chief Yang, this is all done by the gang of miscellaneous people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, what a sin!"

Yang Ling asked with a dark face, "Where are they now?"

"Run, I heard that we defeated the devils, and they were so frightened that they retracted back to Xinzhuang, otherwise they might have to harm how many villagers, this gang of bandits who were killed by heaven is difficult to change, this time we must not let them go, we have to let the guerrilla column sue them, it's time to discipline them!"

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade secretly surrendered to the devils and attacked Xinzhuang first, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to attack Xiaowangzhuang and outflank Yang Ling and their back road.

But when they were halfway there, they heard that Yang Ling had repelled the devils, so they were so frightened that they hurriedly ran back to Xinzhuang, after all, they were still self-aware and knew that they were not the opponents of the guerrilla detachment.

The officers and men of the guerrillas threw themselves into the fire, but it took two hours to bring the fire under control, but a large number of houses had been burned to the ground.

"My house!"

"Everything is burned down, how will I live in the future?"

"Daddy, you died unjustly!"

……

Although the fire in Zhangjiaji was controlled, the villagers who were blackened with smoke couldn't hold back their tears and cried when they saw their homes burned to ruins.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade tossed around in Zhangjiaji for several hours, not only killing the families of many guerrilla officers and soldiers and anti-Japanese activists, but also killing many villagers who wanted to escape from Zhangjiaji, and setting fire to their houses as a warning.

At this moment, on these burned rubble, there are many villagers with sad faces and red and swollen eyes, who are searching their ruined homes, trying to find some things that have not been burned, but they are left with endless disappointment, most of them have turned to ashes.

The family members of those who died even lay down on the corpses and wept to death, and some guerrilla officers and soldiers found out that their relatives had been killed, and one by one they cried and threw themselves on.

A few days ago, Zhangjiaji formed a militia team to protect the village, but in the face of the anti-Japanese national salvation brigade that increased its firepower, the entire militia team was sacrificed, and the corpse was placed in front of the ancestral hall of Zhangjiaji, surrounded by grieving people.

"Chief Yang, you have to call the shots for us!" Seeing Yang Ling coming, the people all gathered around, and many people even knelt down for Yang Ling.

"Get up, everybody!" Yang Ling hurriedly asked people to help them up.

Yang Ling stood on the steps of the ancestral hall and looked at the crowd of black people condescendingly, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time Zhangjiaji was attacked, people died, and many houses were burned, it was all my Yang Ling's fault, it was my poor defense, I didn't protect everyone, I can't help but say to everyone here-" Yang Ling said and bowed deeply to the villagers.

"Chief Yang, don't say that, it's all the Han Feihu who was killed by the sky......"

When these kind-hearted villagers saw Yang Ling bowing, they all spoke one after another, after all, they all knew that these had nothing to do with Yang Ling.

"Of course, there are unjust debtors and owners, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade does not think about resisting Japan and saving the country, but instead slaughters and kills the families of the anti-Japanese soldiers, and attacks their own relatives, which is unbearable, I, Yang Ling, will definitely seek justice for you and avenge the dead villagers!" Yang Ling was indignant and made a promise to the villagers.

"Good! Thank you, Mr. Yang! ”

"Sir Yang, the little old man kowtowed to you......"

……

When the people heard Yang Ling's words, they all shouted in support of Yang Ling.

"I will take people to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade to seek justice, and I will let Deputy Captain Zhang be responsible for settling the homeless villagers, and send people to help you renovate the house and bury the dead.

"We listen to Chief Yang!"

"Chief Yang, you must avenge the child's father!"

……

Yang Ling's words quickly calmed the hearts of these villagers who had been hurt.

"Have the casualties been counted?" Yang Ling saw Zhang Liechen coming over and asked.

Zhang Liechen replied: "More than 100 guerrillas were killed by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, and more than 30 militia members were killed......

"Fuck, Tuanza, if you don't extinguish these crumbs, how can you swallow this breath! How can you be worthy of the villagers who died! ”

Hearing such huge casualties, the battalion commander Wang Hu angrily smashed his fist on the pillar next to him, shaking the dust to fall.

"Deputy Captain Zhang, I'll leave it to you here, you must settle the villagers." Although Yang Ling was angry in his heart, he didn't show it and instructed Zhang Liechen.

"Chief Yang, don't worry, I will definitely try my best to settle the villagers."

Yang Ling nodded and turned his head to order: "Beard, let the brothers gather."

Wang Huzi was already so angry that he gritted his teeth, and when he heard the order, he turned around and shouted loudly: "Brothers, assemble!"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers whose families were killed were all angry at the moment, and they all rushed over quickly with red and swollen eyes, they wanted revenge! Avenge the death of your loved ones!

"Sir, the brothers have been fighting with the little devil for a day, and now they are too tired to walk, so it is better to take a rest and recuperate, and then go to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade to ask for an explanation."

Zhang Liechen saw that Yang Ling was really going to find the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, but seeing that the brothers were exhausted, he was worried that they would suffer a loss, so he hurriedly stopped and spoke up.

"Besides, I heard that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade didn't know how to buy some weapons and equipment from that, and now it's not the same, we can't be impulsive, besides, they are also friendly troops, this attack on Zhangjiaji is a misunderstanding......"

"Bullshit misunderstanding, I suspect that they have secretly taken refuge in the little devils, if we endure it this time, then I am afraid that we will suffer greater losses in the future, no matter what, this anti-Japanese salvation brigade must be eliminated!" Yang Ling's tone was resolute.