Chapter 726: Morale
Zhang Liechen and the others had already been defeated by their souls in the battle during the day, and when they heard that a large number of enemies were coming towards Xiaowangzhuang, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment in the courtyard suddenly panicked, and they stood up drunk and wanted to run, and the sound of tables and benches overturning kept ringing.
It's not that Zhang Liechen is greedy for life and afraid of death, after all, in Qinghe Town, they are also majestic and high-spirited, and they fought with devils.
But the devil puppet army is not only outnumbered, but also artillery, they have been defeated by relying on the strong trench fortifications in Qinghe Town, and now they are running here, are they waiting to die here if they don't run?
"Stop!"
The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas looked panicked and depressed, and they wanted to run, but they were intercepted by Yang Ling with guns.
Wang Huzi and his gang of brothers all came down from the battlefield of nine deaths and lives, and wherever they went with guns, they had the momentum of not being angry and self-threatening, which suddenly made the guerrillas stagnate.
"What? A few puppet soldiers have scared you like this, are you still a brave and fearless guerrilla?! ”
Yang Ling stared at this group of ragged and dirty, depressed guerrilla officers and soldiers, snorted coldly, and sneered.
Hearing Yang Ling's words, the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas all bowed their heads in shame, a few hours ago, they were indeed brave and fearless, and dared to fight the devil puppet army in Qinghe Town, but now they are only concerned about fleeing for their lives.
"Chief Yang, we don't want to run either, but we really can't beat it, the enemy is too strong, and hundreds of brothers have been sacrificed during the day......
At this moment, Zhang Liechen was also helped to Yang Ling, full of grievances and explanations.
"Who says you can't beat it?! I don't think you want to fight—" Yang Ling sneered.
Hearing Yang Ling say this, Zhang Liechen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted excitedly: "Who said we don't want to fight!" We also want to avenge the hundreds of brothers who sacrificed, and we also want to take Qinghe Town back, but how to fight? We have run out of bullets, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, it is better to transfer ...... first"
"Bullshit!" Before Yang Ling could finish speaking, he interrupted him: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, it's just an excuse for his failure!"
"So many of our guerrilla brothers died in Qinghe Town, and we suffered a loss! You can't just swallow it! We're going to get back to the field! Let the puppet army and the little devils know that we guerrillas are not easy to mess with! ”
Hearing Yang Ling's sonorous words, the brothers of the guerrillas who were originally demoralized because of the defeat raised their heads one after another, and their spirits were uplifted.
"You remember to Lao Tzu that in our guerrillas, it is not too late for any bullshit gentleman to take revenge for ten years in the future, and if there is a vengeance, you will avenge me on the spot!"
"Yes, we want revenge! Avenge the fallen brethren! ”
As soon as the cold wind blew, the guerrillas had already sobered up, and they were encouraged by Yang Ling like this, and they immediately waved their arms and jumped onto the table and roared.
"Revenge! Let's call back! ”
The low morale of the guerrillas was swept away, and in its place was a raging rage, which began to shout and clamor.
Seeing these guerrilla brothers who had regained some of their morale, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.
If you want to regain the confidence of the troops who have lost the battle, the best way is to let them fall and get up from where they fall, otherwise they will have a subconscious fear of facing the same enemy in the future.
At the beginning, the Chinese army was beaten badly by well-equipped little devils on the Songhu battlefield, and the psychology of many officers and soldiers who escaped left a shadow, so that when they faced the devils again, they would always subconsciously be afraid and afraid, and subconsciously think that they could not fight.
On the battlefield bombarded by artillery fire, this fear will be infinitely magnified, so that later the shadow of the devil was not seen, but a sentence of the devil came, and the hundreds of people guarding the position were hula la and collapsed without a fight.
So much so that the devil soldiers occupied many cities and towns without blood, and the Chinese army was often routed.
Later, under the influence of victories such as the Battle of Taierzhuang and the Battle of Wanjialing, the Chinese army regained some confidence, and it would not be as crushed as it was in the early stage, at least it was not so afraid of devils.
Yang Ling knew that Zhang Liechen and the others were scared by the devils in the battle during the day, and left a shadow in his heart, what he needed to do now was to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, reshape the morale of this army that had just lost the battle, and restore their morale! Dispel their fears!
"Now I order you in the name of the new detachment leader! Meet outside! Follow me and destroy the enemies who pounce on me! Yang Ling's expression was serious, and he ordered in a cold voice.
"Yes!"
These guerrilla officers and soldiers who were still panicked, in the face of Yang Ling, a new commander who was resolute and resolute, seemed to have rediscovered the backbone, and almost did not hesitate to say yes, and as soon as the words came out, they themselves felt incredible.
Although the brothers of the guerrillas still looked embarrassed, and many of them were covered in blood, but in the words of Yang Ling, they seemed to have become different again, no longer lifeless before, and rejuvenated.
Zhang Liechen originally wanted to stop it, but Yang Ling, the new prefect, was not familiar with the situation, which led to another defeat, but when he saw the brothers who rushed out of the courtyard to gather, he suddenly had some expectations, maybe Yang Ling could really lead them to victory.
The village became noisy, and the brothers gathered nervously at the shouts of the officers, and the footsteps were chaotic.
And the people of Zhuangzi, who learned that there was going to be a war here, were also silently packing up their things and preparing to go out to hide from the upcoming battle, their faces were full of sorrow, and they did not know whether this battle would break Zhuangzi and whether their homes would survive the bombardment of shells.
But this is war, they are defenseless ordinary people, they are powerless to stop it, and sometimes they can only watch their homes being shattered by both sides and can do nothing.
"Chief Yang, if we want to defend Zhuangzi with this little force, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult......"
Zhang Liechen was still worried, after all, this Zhuangzi had no fortifications and no trenches, even if they could hold it for a while, once the devil pulled the cannon over, they would be finished.
Yang Ling didn't even think about fighting a positional battle in Zhuangzi with the enemy who rushed over, facing the superior enemy, and fighting hard was looking for death, he was not so stupid.
"Who said I was going to guard Zhuangzi?" Yang Ling laughed.
Zhang Liechen was also stunned, how can he fight if he doesn't keep Zhuangzi? His subconscious is still the theory of regular warfare, which is the main reason why he failed in Qinghe Town.
"Sir Yang, how can you fight if you don't keep Zhuangzi?" Zhang Liechen's face was full of doubts.
Yang Ling replied: "We are guerrillas, so naturally we are fighting guerrilla warfare."
"Guerrilla warfare?" Zhang Liechen frowned, and while he was still thinking, Yang Ling had already strode towards the assembled team.
"All the wounded stay in Zhuangzi! The rest of the people all turn right and go! ”
Yang Ling and the others had already delayed a lot of time, and hurriedly rushed out of Zhuangzi, preparing to fight the enemy who rushed outside.