Zhang Liechen and others had been knocked out of their souls in the daytime battle. When they heard that a large number of enemies were coming towards Xiaowangzhuang, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment in the yard suddenly panicked. They stood up drunkenly and tried to run away. Tables, bowls and benches were overturned.
The sound kept ringing.
This is not because Zhang Liechen and others are greedy for life and fear of death. After all, in Qinghe Town, they also fought bravely and vigorously with the Japanese.
But the Japanese and puppet troops were not only outnumbered in numbers, but also had artillery. They relied on the strong trench fortifications in Qinghe Town and were defeated. Now that they have come here, will they, the defeated soldiers, wait here to die if they don't run away?
"Everyone, stop!"
The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas all looked panicked and demoralized. They wanted to run away, but Yang Ling and the others stopped them with guns.
Wang Huzi and his group of brothers had all come back from the battlefield where they had narrowly escaped death. Wherever they stood with their guns in hand, they had an air of calmness and self-power, which immediately stopped the guerrillas in their tracks.
"What? A few puppet soldiers have scared you to this point. Are you still a brave and fearless guerrilla?!"
Yang Ling stared at these ragged, dirty and demoralized guerrilla officers and soldiers, snorted and said sarcastically.
Hearing Yang Ling's words, the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas lowered their heads in shame. A few hours ago, they were indeed brave and fearless and dared to fight the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town, but now they only care about escaping for their lives.
"Sir Yang, we don't want to run away, but we really can't defeat it. The enemy is too powerful. Hundreds of brothers were sacrificed during the day..."
At this moment, Zhang Liechen was also helped to stand in front of Yang Ling, full of aggrieved explanations.
"Who said we can't beat him?! I think you don't want to fight-" Yang Ling sneered.
Hearing what Yang Ling said, 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 their lives, and we also want to take back Qinghe Town, but how can we fight?
?We have run out of bullets. A gentleman takes revenge. It is not too late in ten years. It is better to move first..."
"Bullshit!" Yang Ling interrupted Zhang Liechen before he could finish his words: "It's never too late for a gentleman to seek revenge after ten years. He's just making excuses for his own failure!"
"So many of our guerrilla brothers died in Qinghe Town, and we suffered a loss! We can't just swallow it! We have to go back to the situation! Let the puppet soldiers and the little devils know that our guerrillas are not easy to mess with!"
Hearing Yang Ling's sonorous words, the guerrilla brothers who were originally demoralized by the defeat raised their heads and cheered up. Yes, they couldn't swallow their anger.
"You guys remember this, in our guerrilla army, there will be no bullshit gentleman in the future. It is never too late for ten years to take revenge. If you have any revenge, you must avenge it on the spot!"
"Yes, we want revenge! Revenge for the sacrificed brothers!"
As soon as the cold wind blew, the guerrillas woke up. Encouraged by Yang Ling, they immediately jumped on the table and yelled, waving their arms.
"Revenge! Let's fight back!"
The low morale of the guerrillas was swept away, replaced by blazing anger, and they started shouting and making noise.
Seeing these guerrilla brothers who had regained some morale, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.
If you want to help the defeated troops regain their confidence, the best way is to let them get up from where they fell. Otherwise, they will have subconscious fear when they face the same enemy in the future.
When the Junior High School Corps was beaten miserably by well-equipped Japs on the battlefield in Songhu, many officers and soldiers who escaped were left with a psychological shadow, so that when they faced the Japs again, they would always be subconsciously afraid and fearful.
Think they can't beat it.
On a battlefield bombarded by artillery fire, this kind of fear would be infinitely magnified, so much so that no trace of the Japs could be seen later. Just the word "Japs are coming," and the hundreds of people guarding the position collapsed without a fight.
So much so that the Japanese captured many towns without bloodshed, and it often happened that the Chinese troops were routed thousands of miles away.
Later, under the influence of the victories of the Taierzhuang Battle and the Wanjialing Battle, the Chinese *** team regained some confidence and did not collapse like in the early stage. At least they were not so afraid of the Japanese.
Yang Ling knew that Zhang Liechen and others were frightened by the Japanese during the daytime battle, and this left a shadow in his heart. What he needed to do now was to retaliate in kind, rebuild the morale of this newly defeated unit, and restore their morale.
Morale! Eliminate their fear!
"Now I order you in the name of the new detachment leader! Gather outside! Follow me and kill the enemies that are coming towards you!" Yang Ling's expression was serious and he ordered coldly.
"yes!"
These guerrilla officers and soldiers, who were still panicking just now, seemed to have found their backbone when faced with Yang Ling, a new leader who acted vigorously and resolutely. They agreed without hesitation and thought. As soon as they said the words, they themselves felt incredible.
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Although the guerrilla brothers still looked miserable, and many of them were covered in blood, in Yang Ling's few words, they seemed to have become different again, no longer lifeless as before, but revitalized.
Zhang Liechen originally wanted to stop it, but Yang Ling, the new commander, was not familiar with the situation, which led to another failure. However, when he saw the brothers rushing out of the yard to gather, he suddenly had some hope that maybe Yang Ling could really lead them to victory.
Xiaowangzhuang became noisy, the brothers gathered nervously amidst the shouts of the officers, and the footsteps were chaotic.
And the people in Zhuangzi who learned that there was going to be a war here were also packing their things silently, preparing to go out to escape the upcoming battle. Their faces were full of sorrow, and they didn't know whether this battle would destroy Zhuangzi.
Whether their home could survive the bombardment.
But this is war. They are unarmed people. They are powerless to stop it. Sometimes they can only watch their homes being beaten to pieces by both sides and are helpless.
"Sir Yang, it might be difficult for us to defend Zhuangzi with this small force..."
Zhang Liechen was still worried. After all, Zhuangzi had no fortifications or trenches. Even if they could hold it for a while, once the Japanese pulled the cannon over, they would be finished.
Yang Ling didn't even think about fighting a positional battle in Zhuangzi with the attacking enemies. Facing an advantageous enemy, holding on and fighting hard was courting death. He was not that stupid.
"Who said I have to guard Zhuangzi?" Yang Ling laughed.
Zhang Liechen was also stunned, how could he fight if he did not abide by Zhuangzi? His subconscious still had the theory of regular warfare, which was the main reason why he failed in Qinghe Town.
"Sir Yang, if you don't guard Zhuangzi, how can we fight?" Zhang Liechen's face was full of doubts.
Yang Ling replied: "We are guerrillas, so we naturally fight guerrilla warfare."
"Guerrilla warfare?" Zhang Liechen frowned. While he was still thinking, Yang Ling had already strode towards the assembled team.
"All the wounded stay in the village! The rest of us all turn right and set off!"
Yang Ling and the others had already wasted a lot of time and hurried out of Zhuangzi, preparing to fight the enemies outside.