The brothers of the guerrilla troops had just won the battle against the devils, and their morale was high at this moment, when the order to mobilize was passed down, the whole camp was boiling, and they were ready to fight hard.

In a short period of time, the Third Guerrilla Detachment has transformed from a rabble with loose discipline into a strong force that dares to fight.

At present, the third guerrilla not only consists of grassroots officers composed of enthusiastic and loyal veterans, but also recruits who have gone through the baptism of blood, and they have all grown up to be resolute and resolute patriotic soldiers.

Although the fighting against encirclement and suppression had ended less than a week and the brothers were still very tired, when they heard that the battle was about to be fought again, many wounded soldiers resolutely asked to return to the team, regardless of their injuries.

And the brothers who were resting could not sit still, and they sharpened their guns one after another, and the guns were polished brightly, and the bayonets were shining with cold light.

After some companies were mobilized for combat, they immediately launched pre-war adaptive training, and the wind was cold on the training ground outside the village, shouting that the sky would be shattered.

Quartermaster Sun Chong was busy distributing ammunition to the brothers and preparing dry rations and other logistical supplies.

The women's committees in the villages also took active action to try to mend the torn clothes and trousers of the brothers before they set out for the campaign, and to buy insoles and make new shoes for them.

Yang Ling knew that this winter offensive would last for three or four months, and once their team was pulled out, they would be unable to help themselves, and they would definitely have to obey the orders of their commander to fight.

Therefore, he also asked the brothers to be fully prepared, after all, they may not come for a while, and they must be mentally prepared for a protracted battle.

Although the villagers know that there will be casualties in the war, after all, a few days ago, there were a lot of sacrifices in the villages, and the first seven have not passed.

But standing in the face of the righteousness of the nation, they did not prevent their sons and daughters from going out to fight devils, but silently packed their luggage for them, sent their relatives to the battlefield to fight devils, and defended the country.

After the order for mobilization was issued, after two days of intensive preparations, all the matters for the brothers to go on the expedition were ready.

All the wounded soldiers were left in the base areas to recuperate from their wounded, and the militia units in each village were intensively reorganized and trained, under the command of Zhang Liechen, deputy commander of the brigade, and were responsible for the security of the base areas when the main force of the guerrillas attacked.

The brothers who went out on the expedition were accompanied by the 1st Guerrilla Battalion of Wang Huzi, the 2nd Guerrilla Battalion of Wu Changqing, the guard platoon, the health team, the propaganda team, and the quartermaster baggage team.

Anyway, except for a large number of Japanese puppet troops stationed in Qinghe Town, the rest of the Japanese puppet army is at least dozens of miles away, and there will be no danger in the base area for the time being.

At dawn, the brothers rushed to the training ground outside the village to gather at the sound of military trumpets, and the officers and men were neatly dressed and their bayonets were brightened.

The villagers of Shili and Eight Villages all carried bamboo baskets, dustpans, and clay pots early to the outside of the training ground in Xiaowangzhuang, surrounded by a sea of people.

After all, the main force of the Third Guerrilla Detachment is now composed of young people recruited from local villages, and almost every household has someone serving as a guerrilla soldier.

Therefore, these villagers rushed over early to send their children to the expedition, and sent their own soldiers to the expedition to kill the enemy.

"It's so spirited."

The villagers crowded on the edge of the training ground, looking for their children on tiptoe, looking at the energetic officers and soldiers, they couldn't help but nod.

"Hopefully they'll get rid of all the beasts this time."

"I will definitely be able to drive it away, there are only a few little devils, look at our troops, there are nearly a thousand people."

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The villagers talked a lot, looking at these groups of officers and soldiers gathered from all over the place, and felt down-to-earth and confident in their hearts for no reason.

In addition to the brothers who remained in the base area to guard and were killed or wounded, the number of troops on the expedition was 950 men, and the combat soldiers had six companies and one platoon.

The brothers stood upright in the open space of the training ground, as if they had been cut by a knife, and behind their dark and resolute faces was a burning patriotic heart.

Yang Ling and the other officers were also wearing neat and straight military uniforms, and the armed belts hung diagonally from their shoulders to their waists.

Inside the cowhide holster are short guns full of bullets, and they all look majestic, and they don't look angry and arrogant with serious expressions.

The old stone mill became Yang Ling's point general, and he jumped up and stood firm in his sturdy figure, facing the officers and soldiers who gathered in line.

The villagers who were standing on the edge of the training ground saw where Yang Ling was standing condescendingly, and they all shut up one after another, and their eyes turned to him.

At this moment, in addition to the howling cold wind, the huge training ground was silent, and an invisible pressure spread around.

"Brethren, do you know what we're going to do today?"

Yang Ling retracted from the brothers' sturdy bodies, and a sonorous and powerful voice sounded in the ears of the brothers.

"Kill the devil—"

More than 900 brothers shouted in unison, and their voices were as heavy and powerful as the earth, and they shook people's ears.

"Yes, we're going to kill the devil!" Yang Ling waved his powerful arms, and his tone was fierce and murderous.

"The little devils invaded my rivers and mountains, slaughtered my brothers and sisters, and burned my home, today we are going to kill the devils and slaughter this group of beasts! Commemorate the motherland under our feet! ”

"They laugh at us as the sick men of East Asia, so today, let's use knives, guns and bullets to tell the little devils that we Chinese are not easy to bully, let them see the iron bones of our Chinese men!"

Yang Ling's words were full of anger, ringing in the ears of every brother, and the blood in the hearts of the brothers was stirring, and they couldn't wait to fly to fight the little devil now.

"Tell me, are you afraid?!"

"Kill all the pirates, and if you don't win, you won't return!"

The brothers' answers were equally sonorous, and they were the strongest voices from the heart.

"Are you willing to go to the ground behind you to defend your homeland, the folks behind you and the motherland behind you?!"

"I'd rather die than regret!"

A low roar came from the throats of the brethren, which pierced through the cold wind, pierced the clouds, and echoed across the land of China.

"Okay, let's go and kill it happily, and we won't win or return!"

"Kill-kill-kill-"

Yang Ling pulled out the shell gun on his waist, opened the safety and fired the gun at the sky and ordered: "Go!" ”

The heavily armed brothers turned around in unison, and with firm steps, they drove out of the training ground in groups and headed straight for Qinghe Town, the target of this attack.

Both sides of the road were already crowded with villagers from northern Jiangsu, watching their children rush to the battlefield, they were in tears, shouting their children's names.

They stuffed their only hard-boiled eggs, dried meat, peanuts, etc., into the hands of the guerrilla officers and soldiers, and shouted: "Fight the devil well." ”

These poor villagers, who are short of food and clothing on weekdays, watched their children carry guns to the battlefield, although their eyes were red and swollen from crying, and they were running after the team, but they forcibly opened their mouths to stay.

They have been persecuted by the Japanese puppet army, and they know that it is an honorable thing for their children to fight devils, although they know that their life and death are unknown, but they still resolutely support them to fight devils.

In the years-long war of resistance behind enemy lines, the people of northern Jiangsu have been actively supporting various units to fight devils under difficult conditions, contributing money and food, and paying heavy casualties, and they deserve to be remembered.

The battalion commander Wang Huzi walked on the side of the team, facing these tearful send-off crowds, his heart was not good, they had gone on countless expeditions, and each time it was a sea of corpses and blood.

"You're going to fight the devil well." Two pairs of newly-made cloth shoes were stuffed into Wang's beard's hands, and a crisp voice came.

Wang Huzi looked up, and a girl in ragged clothes and a ponytail was standing shyly next to the crowd, squeezed and staggered, and he recognized it as the girl next door to his residence.

"Don't worry, I will!"

Wang Huzi raised his hand and saluted, made a promise, and then turned around and strode to the battlefield, his pace becoming more firm than ever.