Chapter seven hundred and thirty fifth rectification
The brothers slept together for the night in Chenjiawan. At dawn the next day, officers at all levels called them up from each room to form a formation.
Yang Ling and the others set out from Hunan to Jiangsu and slept in the open all the way. They finally got a good night's sleep.
Chenjiawan is surrounded by rolling hills and covered with large forests. A few miles to the west is a large reed net area, which can be said to be a geomantic treasure.
There are mountains and water, lush vegetation, and good air. After washing his face with cold water, Yang Ling took a deep breath of fresh air, and her spirit became particularly refreshing.
"Reporting to the regimental commander, all the officers and soldiers of the third guerrilla detachment have been assembled. Please give instructions to the regimental commander!"
The brothers all stood upright. Although they were wearing mottled military uniforms, their resolute eyes and faint murderous aura were not comparable to those of a mob.
The more than two hundred brothers Yang Ling brought over were all from the regular army. They all came from the battlefields of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were all elites.
Zhang Lieguo and his original guerrillas were composed of skirmishers who retreated from the Battle of Xuzhou, officers and soldiers from the local security group who were unwilling to serve as puppet troops, and some local young men.
Although their composition is more complicated, they all have a ardent patriotism when they gather under the banner of anti-Japanese war.
The puppet army officers and soldiers who had been captured in the First World War and were willing to stay were also standing in the corner of the team. Although they were incompatible with the guerrilla officers and soldiers, they were still considered part of the guerrillas.
Looking at the more than 400 officers and soldiers standing on the grassland looking at him, Yang Ling felt quite satisfied. This was the team he would develop and grow in the future.
Most of the officers and soldiers of the third guerrilla detachment have fought against the Japanese. With a little training, they will surely become a brave and powerful force behind enemy lines.
"Brothers, the Japs have captured our base in Qinghe Town. We have sacrificed hundreds of brothers. Some people say that our Third Guerrilla Detachment is in trouble and will be disbanded. We can no longer fight guerrillas. Now we can only hide in the wilderness.
Delayed disability, do you think this is the case?"
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, a buzzing sound of whispering came from the team.
After all, the populous and prosperous Qinghe Town has been lost, and now hiding in the barren Chenjiawan, some people do have pessimistic and disappointing thoughts about the future.
"I think that's all bullshit. We have been fighting the Japs for so long, and most of China is gone. But are we subjugated? No! We still have countless troops fighting bloody battles with the Japs, and countless people.
On the front line of support, as long as one of us in China is resisting, it will not be considered subjugation!"
"In the same way, it's not a big deal if Qinghe Town is lost. We can just go back and take it back. We still have so many brothers in the third guerrilla detachment. If Qinghe Town is lost, there are also villages like Chenjiawan and Xiaowangzhuang. Even if
All the villages have been lost, but we still have the land of the motherland under our feet. As long as we still have one person, our third detachment will not be finished! We cannot let the little devil’s conspiracy succeed!"
"You are willing to work with me to retake Qinghe Town in the future and drive the little devils out of Jiangsu and China. Are you willing?"
"Willing..." the brothers replied sparsely.
"Answer me loudly! Are you willing?!" Yang Ling suddenly raised his voice.
"Yes!" The brothers answered in a much louder and neater voice this time.
"Okay! It seems they are not cowards!" Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.
"Right now, the little devil is hunting us down everywhere and wants to kill us all. Can we make the little devil do what he wants?"
"No!" the brothers shouted in unison.
"Yes, we can't let the little devil get his wish. Let's hide first so that the little devil can't find us. When the devil relaxes, we will go out and stab him again and bleed the little devil. What do you think?"
"Okay!" The brothers were full of morale.
Seeing the brothers with high morale, Yang Ling's serious face relaxed a little, and he smiled: "Bleeding the Japanese is not an easy job. The Japanese are like mad dogs, and they might bite us back."
"So, during the period when we are hiding in Chenjiawan, we must strengthen our training and improve our combat effectiveness. Then we can bleed the Japanese as much as we want, avenge our brothers who died, and the elders who were bullied.
Revenge, folks!”
Yang Ling's voice was sonorous and powerful, making every brother feel excited and looking forward to the day when he would go out to bleed the little devil.
Deputy detachment leader Zhang Lieguo was injured. He was lying in the room and did not come to gather. In fact, he was unwilling to come to Chenjiawan. He was a high-ranking lieutenant colonel in the revolutionary army. It was no use hiding in the wilderness now.
In his opinion, if Yang Ling now drags them to Chenjiawan to hide, it is an act of fear of war and a manifestation of greed for life and fear of death.
As a revolutionary soldier, can you be afraid of war? Of course not. Although the Japanese are powerful, they still have to fight against the little Japanese. They are heroes when they live, and they are martyrs when they die.
He originally wanted to find an opportunity to contact the guerrilla column commander and report Yang Ling's fear of war, so as not to harm the third guerrilla detachment.
But hearing Yang Ling's lecture to his brothers from a distance made Zhang Lieguo change his mind. It seemed that what Yang Ling said made sense. Is it wise to go out and fight the Japanese now?
Since this is the case, and my own injury is not healed anyway, let the newly appointed commander do the hard work and see what he can get out of it.
After Yang Ling finished his training and unified the brothers' thoughts, he immediately reorganized and reorganized the brothers.
"In view of the heavy losses our third guerrilla detachment suffered in Qinghe Town, I now announce that our third guerrilla detachment will be reorganized to facilitate future combat and training."
Deputy detachment leader Zhang Lieguo was lying in the room recovering from his injuries. When he suddenly heard these words, his eyelids jumped and he struggled to get up and go out. He felt that Yang Ling might be trying to evade him.
"Ouch..." Zhang Lieguo struggled and accidentally fell off the bed. He grinned in pain and flopped on the ground.
"In view of the shortage of troops, the two battalion-level headquarters under the third detachment were abolished, and everyone was reorganized into two combat companies, one directly under the guard platoon, one directly under the logistics platoon, and one directly under the medical squad. The strength will be increased in the future.
, and then increase the establishment immediately.”
After hearing Yang Ling's words, Wang Huzi and the others had no objections, but the officers and soldiers of the original guerrillas were talking a lot.
Yang Ling's sudden reorganization made many of their officers who held important positions feel uneasy, especially the battalion commander and two deputy battalion commanders who were originally subordinate to the detachment and broke out from Qinghe Town. Now the battalions have been abolished.
, what are they doing?
"Sir Yang, the battalion has been disbanded. What will I, the battalion commander, do?"
Lei Xiong, the major and battalion commander of the third guerrilla detachment, yelled angrily.
"Yes, what should we do?" The other two deputy battalion commanders also agreed.