The battlefield was in a mess, with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and the strong smell of blood being particularly strong. In the wasteland and in the ditches, corpses of puppet soldiers were lying everywhere.
The sound of gunfire was fading away. Hundreds of Zhang Laizi's nearly a thousand puppet troops were killed and injured, and the injured were still rolling on the ground wailing.
Those who were alive were like frightened birds, fleeing in all directions, digging into the grass and reeds, and some threw away their guns and knelt down to surrender.
"Dongming, take the brothers from two classes out to be on guard for one mile!"
"Huzi, you go after me and ask the pursuing brothers to stop pursuing and retreat!"
"The rest of you should quickly clean up the battlefield! Treat the wounded."
In the burning fire, Yang Ling's expression was serious and he issued a series of orders.
After this ambush battle, this puppet army was completely maimed and lost its combat effectiveness. After this shock, I believe they will not dare to come again in a short time.
After winning the battle, the brothers' faces were filled with smiles. They put away their guns and slung them on their backs, and began to treat the wounded and clean the battlefield.
"Tuanzuo, what should we do with these bastard wounded?"
Looking at the wounded puppet soldiers who had been gathered together, some brothers rushed over to Yang Ling to ask for instructions.
"It's better to just kill them. We don't have any medicine for these traitors -"
Some of the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas said indignantly, making the wounded puppet soldiers all turn pale.
These puppet troops followed their battalion commander Zhang Lezi around to suppress the guerrillas remaining behind enemy lines, oppressed the people, and did many bad things.
"Sir, spare your life, we don't want to work for the Japanese, we just want to make a living..."
Seeing the murderous guerrilla officers and soldiers, the wounded puppet soldiers who could not escape also knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Yang Ling was not a bloodthirsty person. In these years of war and chaos, life was difficult. Most people actually had no idea of whether they were patriotic or not. They just wanted to make a living and survive.
The Japanese gave them a bite to eat, and they took advantage of the situation and became puppet soldiers. Of course, there are also those who are heinous and want to get promoted and make a fortune. These must be treated differently.
After all, they are still his compatriots, but they were deceived by the Japanese policy of using China to control China. As long as they sincerely surrender, Yang Ling will not hesitate to give them a chance to change their ways. If he can recruit some people into the team to fight against the Japanese, Yang Ling will
Able to enhance one's own strength.
"Bandage their wounds, register their names for interrogation, and those who are willing to go home as long as they are not guilty of evil will go home, and those who are willing to stay and fight the Japanese will stay and join the team." Yang Ling thought for a while and then ordered.
"Thank you sir for your life, thank you sir for your life..."
After hearing Yang Ling's words, the originally uneasy puppet soldiers all expressed their gratitude to Yang Ling.
If they had fallen into the hands of the guerrillas before, they would most likely have been killed by the angry guerrilla officers and soldiers, and they would not have escaped death. This is why they had just been attacked by Yang Ling and the others, and even though they suffered heavy casualties, they still continued to fight.
reason.
The guerrillas were ruthless to them, and they were ruthless to the guerrillas. Over time, the hatred between the two sides became deeper and deeper. Every time, it was life and death, but the little devils reaped the benefits. They especially wanted to see the Chinese beating their own people.
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Yang Ling hoped to change this situation. Although he treated the injuries of these puppet soldiers, he also took the initiative to let them go. The main purpose was to send a signal that the main enemy of their guerrillas was not their puppet soldiers, but the Japanese.
As long as these puppet soldiers know this truth and know that they will not die even if they fall into the hands of the guerrillas, then they will not be able to fight so hard against the guerrillas next time. They are all begging for food anyway.
Put your own life on the line and work hard to make the devil laugh.
"Captain, you can't let them go. Let them go. What if they come to attack us again next time..."
The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas still did not understand this truth, and they shouted one after another, not wanting to spare these injured puppet soldiers.
"We don't dare anymore, we don't dare anymore..." the injured puppet soldiers all said in assurance.
Yang Ling was determined to change the current situation of Chinese people fighting against their own people, and wanted to disintegrate the fighting spirit of the puppet army from within. Although the guerrilla officers and soldiers did not understand, Yang Ling was the commander after all, so he could only execute it.
"Live a good life after you go back. If you dare to do evil again and are caught by us, you won't be so lucky next time." Yang Ling did not forget to warn them.
These puppet soldiers thought they would inevitably die, but now that they were alive, they felt grateful to Yang Ling, and they all nodded in agreement.
Soon, the pursuing brothers returned one after another and captured more than a hundred people. They also seized a lot of weapons and ammunition. Everyone's face was filled with the joy of victory.
These guerrilla officers and soldiers were disgraced after losing the battle during the day. Now, under the leadership of Yang Ling, the new detachment leader, they severely beat the puppet troops and became angry.
They were full of admiration for Yang Ling. Invisibly, Yang Ling had established a tall image in their hearts. Although he could not replace Zhang Liechen's position in their hearts in a short time, it would only be a matter of time.
The wounds of the puppet soldiers were also bandaged. After screening, among the captured puppet soldiers, several heinous puppet platoon leaders were shot on the spot. The faces of the puppet soldiers watching the execution were so frightened that they twitched.
Most of the others were let go, and there were still more than twenty people who were willing to stay and join Yang Ling and the others in fighting the Japanese, which was a big gain.
Although the brothers did not understand Yang Ling's methods, to them, the enemy was the enemy, and they could just kill him and end the matter.
But Yang Ling knew that there was no end to the killing. Even if these puppet soldiers were killed, the Japanese would still have no loss. They could just recruit another batch.
But the families of these slain puppet soldiers will definitely not hate the Japanese, but the guerrillas. This will lose the basis of the people. Therefore, when they fight guerrillas, they not only want to fight the Japanese, but also win the hearts and minds of the people. Unity can unite.
all the power.
"Hey, Tuan Zuo, what we captured in this battle is not small. There are eight machine guns alone. I counted more than 400 38 guns, and there are also a lot of bullets."
Wang Huzi and the others were also happy. As soon as they arrived behind enemy lines, they showed their skills in front of the guerrilla officers and soldiers and won a battle, which made them feel more proud.
Yang Ling had now defeated the puppet army and frightened the enemy so that they would not dare to come over easily again. At the same time, it also boosted the morale of the army and established his prestige among the guerrillas. He could kill three birds with one stone.
"Let's go back to Xiaowangzhuang——"
After winning the battle, it was easy to give up, and Yang Ling ordered the withdrawal.
The brothers buried the bodies and returned to Xiaowangzhuang with the seizures. Zhang Liechen, who was worried in his heart, was also shocked. Was this a victory? There were nearly a thousand puppet troops.
The brothers who returned from the victory made Xiaowangzhuang lively again. It no longer had the previous depressed atmosphere. Now Xiaowangzhuang has a lively atmosphere just like the New Year.
Hearing that Yang Ling and the others had won the battle, the wealthy local man Liu Liang also turned pale. While Yang Ling and the others were entering Zhuangzi, no one noticed that he and a group of his cronies ran away from the back door carrying gold and silver.