"Company Commander Shen, on behalf of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, thank you for coming back to participate in the war!"

After Yang Ling saluted the bearded Shen Biao with a military salute, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and welcome.

Although Yang Ling stretched out his hand, Shen Biao didn't stretch out his hand for a long time, seeing Yang Ling's clean hand, his face was full of hesitation: "Sir Yang, my hands are dirty......"

"I also rolled in the corpses of the Battle of Shanghai, I don't dislike it, since I have returned, it is a brother in the trenches." Yang Ling said.

Hearing Yang Ling say this, Shen Biao stretched out his hand and shook it with Yang Ling's hand, Shen Biao's heart surged with a burst of heat, and his eyes were a little red.

Yang Ling held Shen Biao's rough and frost-cracked hands, his nose was a little sour, what kind of hands are these.

He looked out of the general finger and the mottled brothers in the procession, in this cold winter month, these guerrilla brothers who worked hard for the country even wore summer clothes, which were filled with some people's clothes, and even straw peeked out of the clothes.

"Sir Yang, I have a small request, we have run out of ammunition, can you give us some ......?"

Shen Biao is a big man, although he knows that it is too much to make such a request, but at this moment, he has to put it forward.

They rushed back to join the battle, but they had no ammunition, so they couldn't fight the devils with flesh and blood, so it was helpless to ask for some ammunition.

As a soldier who would rather bend than bend, in order to fight devils, he was able to lower his arrogant head and ask for an ammunition, and Yang Ling's heart was quite uncomfortable.

But this is the Chinese soldiers, who insist on fighting the little devils in extremely difficult circumstances.

This is not a game of playing house, every Chinese soldier understands that the little devils are here to destroy the country and exterminate the species, they must fight to the death to the end, and there is no choice.

They hope to use their blood and lives in exchange for future generations to live uprightly, instead of being slaves to the country, this is their wish, for which they shed their blood and go forward until they die for the country.

"Staff Officer Liu!"

"Yes!"

Staff officer Liu Sheng hurriedly put down the map in his hand and hurriedly rushed over.

"Go to the kitchen to urge, if the meal is ready, let Sun Chong get some thick clothes for the brothers." Yang Ling said and took off his cotton military uniform and draped it on Shen Biao's body.

"Chief Yang, how does this make ......" Shen Biao was a little flattered.

Yang Ling was the commander of the dignified First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, he was just a small company commander, and he seemed a little cramped and uneasy.

"Since it is my brother Yang Ling, I will treat them equally, we are wearing cotton clothes, how can we let you starve and freeze." Yang Ling's words were sonorous and powerful, and he almost didn't say Shen Biao's tears.

At this moment, outside, the brothers in the cooking class had already brought out a basket of steamed white flour steamed buns, as well as boiled rice porridge.

The eyes of the more than 100 guerrilla officers and men who came back from the killing were straight when they saw this food, and they were chased and killed by the puppet army these days, and they could only eat grass roots, and now their stomachs have long been empty.

still counting on his company commander to go to Commander Yang to order supplies, and now when he sees so much food, he swallows his saliva one by one.

"Brothers, come and eat if you are hungry." Seeing these officers and soldiers covered in dirt and smell, the brothers in the cooking class hurriedly beckoned them to eat.

"Thank you." A veteran from Guizhou said a very blunt official sentence, and then he couldn't wait to run over, grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you."

Many of the officers and men of these guerrillas were stragglers who were left behind enemy lines, especially the harassing units that had penetrated behind enemy lines after several battles, and with the defeat of the battles, they were also blocked from returning.

Chongqing, on the other hand, gave orders to these officers and men who had fallen behind enemy lines to wage guerrilla warfare on the spot, but they chose to stay behind without support, without supplies, and without familiarity with the local situation.

There are many units like these who were forced to stay in the area to fight guerrillas, including the Gui Army, the Yunnan Army, the Sichuan Army, and the Guangdong Army from the southwest, as well as those from the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army.

These officers and soldiers from various provinces who did not understand the official language and spoke different dialects gathered together, and one company was defeated and reunited to form a new company.

They are like weeds, they have always been able to survive tenaciously, but as time goes by, the number of troops left behind enemy lines becomes less and less, and their situation becomes more and more difficult.

"It's amazing to look at."

When they saw these scarred officers and soldiers gobbling up food into their mouths, the onlookers in the guard platoon brothers felt quite uncomfortable.

But they also knew that they were in a similar situation to these brothers, with food or clothing.

If it weren't for Yang Ling leading them to fight a series of victories, open up the situation, seize them through various means, and open a quilt factory and grenade workshop, they might be hungry now.

Shen Biao was also gobbling up food, and at first he saw Yang Ling sitting opposite, still very reserved, but he couldn't bear to be hungry, and soon turned into a whirlwind.

A few white-flour steamed buns and a bowl of gruel from the three seas all entered his stomach, and when he was almost eating, he raised his head and saw Yang Ling looking at him with a smile, which immediately made him very embarrassed.

"The humble position made Chief Yang smile, we haven't eaten anything for two days, and we have drunk cold water......" Shen Biao explained embarrassedly.

"Are you interested in coming to me as a deputy battalion commander?" Yang Ling didn't beat around the bush and started digging people directly.

In the case of being surrounded and pursued by the puppet army, he was able to gather more than 100 stragglers to kill back, although Shen Biao was only a company commander, but the unyielding spirit of the Chinese soldiers made Yang Ling admire, so he wanted to dig up his own troops.

"Chief Yang, ...... lowly position"

Shen Biao hesitated, although Yang Ling served them with good food and drink, but after all, he didn't know much about Yang Ling, and he was worried about pushing his brother into the fire pit.

Shen Biao thought for a moment and added, "Chief Yang, can you let me discuss it with the brothers. ”

"The military situation is urgent, and I ask Company Commander Shen to give me an answer as soon as possible."

Yang Ling stood up with a smile and said: "I still say the same thing, as long as you follow me, there is a bite of food from my Yang Ling, and you will never let the brothers go hungry, if you don't believe in my Yang Ling's character, you can also ask my brothers under me." ”

"Sir Yang, I will definitely think about it." Shen Biao also stood up and said seriously.

Although Shen Biao did not agree to come down on the spot, Yang Ling believed that joining their guerrilla corps was the best choice when he had nowhere to go.