The weapons and equipment in the ammunition depot were piled up like a mountain, and Yang Ling was not polite. He waved his hand and asked Wang Huzi to move it vigorously.
Chief Lu was beaten by Yang Ling until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He stood on the steps and watched Yang Ling directing people to carry out boxes of weapons and ammunition, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes that was difficult to detect.
He is a distant relative of He Yaozu, the director of the Military Commission. Although he is only a section chief, he is a small official but has great power.
He held the power to replenish ammunition for several divisions, and he did everything from reselling ammunition to receiving donations. Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the iron this time.
Now that Yang Ling was beaten so hard, I had never been so cowardly as today. I was holding back a fire in my heart. Although I dared not speak out, I hated Yang Ling in my heart. I secretly decided to go to the director of the Military Commission, He Yaozu, to sue Yang Ling.
Let this bullshit little battalion commander know the consequences of offending him!
Yang Ling was now feeling happy. With so many additional weapons and ammunition, the combat effectiveness of the guerrilla battalion could be raised to a higher level. When the time comes, it would be possible to fight the Japanese with twice the result with half the effort.
"Battalion Commander, we moved so much ammunition without authorization, what if that man named Lu waits for us to leave and sues us?"
When company commander Wang Huzhu saw Yang Ling ordering the transportation of ammunition without any scruples, he looked slightly worried, worried about being held accountable.
As the saying goes, it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. In Wang Huzi's view, the section chief named Lu is a complete villain. Sometimes a villain stabs someone in the back, which is hard to guard against, so he kindly reminded Yang Ling.
Yang Lingtian was not afraid of anything. The ammunition was piled up like a mountain and was not distributed to the troops. As a result, most of it fell into the hands of the Japanese after the fall of Nanjing. In his opinion, instead of falling into the hands of the Japanese, it is better for them to use it to fight the Japanese now.
However, Wang Huzi reminded him that even though he had warned the section chief named Lu, if he went to file a complaint, he would not be able to afford it. Looting an ammunition depot during wartime was a serious crime.
"Go get a pen and paper and ask the person named Lu to write a batch of notes. Then we will receive the ammunition in a legitimate manner instead of moving it without permission. Even if we file a complaint to the war zone commander's department, with the batch of notes in hand, we won't be afraid-"
Yang Ling thought for a moment and then ordered.
When Wang Huzi heard Yang Ling's instructions, he had an inexplicable smile on his face. He wanted to be a bitch and build a memorial at the same time. Although it felt a bit shameless for his commander to act like a rogue, this was what he liked!
The current military situation is chaotic. If an officer's mind is too rigid and he is blindly bound by those rules and regulations, it will only bring misfortune to the soldiers who follow him.
Wang Huzi remembered that his last battalion commander had a stubborn mind and saw that the Japanese had already taken the retreat, so he had to ask his superiors for instructions before evacuating.
The result of this was that before the commander's order came down, the troops were already surrounded by heavy Japanese troops. Only a few of the entire battalion survived the encirclement, and the rest were all sacrificed. Even the battalion commander died during the breakout.
Wang Huzi was lucky enough to save his life, so he was not afraid of anything except that when he met a commander who didn't know how to adapt, not only would he be doomed, but he would also be doomed with his brothers.
Now that their guerrilla battalion has almost run out of ammunition, if they go to the garrison commander's office to apply for approval to receive ammunition, given the deteriorating battlefield conditions, they may have to go to the battlefield again before the ammunition is received. If there is no ammunition, they will have to go to the battlefield again.
If I can fight the Japanese with my bayonet, I don't know how many brothers I will have to sacrifice.
Wang Huzi likes a strong commander like Yang Ling. Although he will offend many people, at least the brothers who follow him will not die in vain.
Chief Lu was beaten up by Fatty. Seeing Wang Huzi holding the approval slip and asking him to sign and seal it, he felt extremely reluctant. If he signed the letter, how could he file a complaint?
"Chief Lu, do you still want to be beaten?"
Wang Huzi, who had a sinister face, saw Chief Lu hesitate and knew what he was thinking about, so he coldly reminded him.
Chief Lu felt Wang Beard's malicious gaze, gritted his teeth and signed and stamped his name, cursing in his heart, "Just wait, one day I will make you cry!"
"Hey, that's right," Wang Huzi smiled and relaxed when he saw Chief Lu signed and stamped.
Yang Ling and the others returned to Daguang Road with a large amount of weapons and ammunition. Chief Lu stood on the steps and stared at their backs with vicious eyes as they left. He couldn't let go for a long time.
"Don't think you can escape with your signature and seal. If you offend me, you will die without knowing how!" Chief Lu cursed secretly in his heart.
Naturally, Yang Ling didn't know that Chief Lu already had a grudge against them, but he didn't care at all. Even though this man named Lu had a backer, he, Yang Ling, was not afraid at all. The world is vast, and when the time comes, he will not be left here, but he will have a place to stay.
, besides, he still has the approval slip in hand.
Yang Ling and the others used a cart to pull a large amount of weapons and ammunition back to Daguang Road, which immediately caused a sensation. The brothers in the guerrilla camp surrounded them with gleaming eyes.
The weapons in their hands were all kinds of, and many were tattered. Seeing so many sophisticated weapons and equipment, they were like wolves smelling fishy smell, and they wanted to swallow them in one gulp.
The student soldiers had been carrying stretchers and assisting in rescuing the wounded after fighting for so long. At this moment, they stretched their necks, eager to have a gun of their own, and their eyes were full of desire.
The old veterans were crowding forward, picking up yellow and orange bullets and putting them in their pockets when no one was paying attention.
They were poor and scared, and the few bullets issued by Shangfeng were not enough to fill the gap between their teeth, so they got bullets everywhere whenever they had the chance. If they didn't have bullets, they would just use fire sticks and beat up the devils.
"Look at the little potential you have, why don't you go over there and line up to assemble!" Yang Ling also saw the little moves of the old veterans, laughed and cursed loudly.
The veterans smiled sarcastically, but were not prepared to put the bullets back in their pockets. For them, there are never too many bullets.
More than a thousand good brothers gathered together and occupied almost half of the street. Yang Ling climbed up the broken wall that collapsed due to the explosion. From a high position, he could overlook the faces of every brother.
These brothers were temporarily added to his guerrilla camp from several disabled companies. Each of their military uniforms were dirty and stained, but their expressions were still firm. They were all his Yang Ling's soldiers now.
"Brothers, when you arrived at the guerrilla camp, you entrusted your life to me, Yang Ling, and placed your trust in me! I, Yang Ling, would like to thank you brothers here in advance! Thank you!" Yang Ling bowed to the brothers who stood in awe.
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Seeing Yang Ling suddenly say this, the brothers were a little confused and said nothing, waiting for Yang Ling's next words.
Yang Ling straightened up and paused for a moment before continuing: "I, Yang Ling, don't have much ability. I can't guarantee that the brothers will eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, and I can't guarantee that the brothers will all walk off the battlefield alive. But since you follow me, Yang Ling, you belong to me, Yang Ling."
Soldier, we are brothers who live and die together!"
Hearing Yang Ling's words, many people's blood suddenly surged. Officers are always aloof and don't care about the lives of their subordinates. They always talk big words and lies. Therefore, the relationship between officers and soldiers is not good, it is just a pure superior-subordinate relationship.
, once the war goes unfavorably, most of the time the officers will run away first, and the sense of belonging among the soldiers and officers is not strong.
Now they heard with their own ears that Yang Ling told the truth and regarded them as brothers. They were very touched and felt very lucky to meet such a good commander.
Yang Ling pointed to the piled sophisticated weapons and said, "These weapons and ammunition are considered as a meeting gift from me, Yang Ling, to everyone. As long as you follow me and fight the Japanese! I, Yang Ling, will never treat you badly!"
"Okay!" A veteran cheered loudly, and the brothers also shouted: "Follow Chief Yang to fight the Japanese!"
"Distribute the ammunition now!" Yang Ling saw the high morale and smiled: "Enough ammunition tubes!"