Yang Ling and others took away the granary of Liu Liang, the traitor in Xiaowangzhuang, and confiscated more than 10,000 kilograms of grain, as well as a large amount of potatoes, pumpkins, dried meat and other non-staple foods.
This food is now piled in a temporary warehouse in their Yangjiawan camp, and this will also be the food for their third guerrilla detachment for some time to come.
In the past, when they were in the 74th Army, Yang Ling and the others would receive supplies of supplies and food from the division every once in a while. The quartermaster only had to take people to collect them and then send them to the troops.
His main task is to lead his brothers in training and fighting. Although he often goes hungry because he can't deliver food to the battlefield for days and nights, as long as the battle is over, he doesn't need to worry about food.
But now they are in a war zone behind enemy lines. During the large-scale raids carried out by the Japanese in the war areas behind enemy lines a few months ago, the land and sea supply channels in the war areas behind enemy lines were cut off by the Japanese.
Now all regular troops and guerrilla troops in the entire theater behind enemy lines are facing a food shortage, and they even have to take risks to attack Japanese strongholds to seize food.
Although their Third Guerrilla Detachment also has a Ninth Guerrilla Column, it stands to reason that the Ninth Guerrilla Column should distribute supplies, food, etc. to them on time.
But now all the troops in the theater behind enemy lines are generally facing a shortage of supplies. When he was about to leave for his post, the commander of the Ninth Guerrilla Column embarrassedly told Yang Ling that he was afraid that the column headquarters would not be able to replenish supplies and food for them in a short period of time.
You have to figure everything out yourself.
Anyway, the meaning is the same, whether food is available or not, their third guerrilla detachment needs to be self-reliant for everything.
The Third Guerrilla Detachment originally stored nearly 100,000 kilograms of grain in Qinghe Town, but Zhang Lieguo and the others lost Qinghe Town. If Yang Ling hadn't raided Liu Laocai's home, they would all be hungry now.
The new logistics platoon leader Sun Chong is a veteran in his fifties, with a stooped body. He has fought many battles with many units.
The brothers around him were replaced and died one after another. However, he had been a soldier for more than 20 years, except for one time when he was delivering food to the position during a battle, shell shrapnel left on his face.
Except for a scar, nothing happened.
Sun Zhong had been a cook and cook squad leader for more than 20 years. He thought he would spend his whole life like this. Who would have thought that he was promoted to the logistics platoon leader by Yang Ling, and suddenly he had more than thirty brothers under him, more than the medical squad?
More.
After being appointed as the logistics platoon leader, he was happy but also felt uneasy. After all, he was not familiar with the new commander Yang, so why did he become the logistics platoon leader?
"Old monitor, congratulations."
While the logistics platoon leader Sun Zhong was sitting on the bench next to the stove, frowning, a brother who had been transferred to the security platoon poked his head in from the door and spoke with a smile.
"Xiao Dingzi, what's wrong, are you hungry?" Seeing the brother approaching the door, Sun Chong showed a smile on his face, stood up and said: "Wait a moment, the meal is not ready yet, you can get a piece first
Sweet potato mat, mat mat.”
"I'm not hungry." The brother named Xiao Dingzi walked in the door.
"Why are you wandering around in the kitchen when you're not hungry? Now that you've become Chief Yang's guard platoon, you can't do it like you used to. You can't leave your post without authorization when you're on guard. You'll be punished under military law. Go back quickly...
....”
Hearing that Xiao Dingzi did not come to the kitchen to find food, Sun Zhong deliberately made a serious face and hurriedly urged Xiao Dingzi to go back.
Now they haven't figured out the temper of the new detachment leader Yang Ling, so they have become cautious in doing things.
They were afraid of getting into trouble and being used by the new commander to establish their authority. After being a soldier for so many years, Sun Chong still knew these tricks.
"Old squad leader, you have wronged me. It was Chief Yang who asked me to come." Xiao Dingzi explained with aggrieved face.
"Chief Yang asked you to come?" Sun Zhong frowned: "Is Chief Yang hungry? But it's not time for dinner yet?"
Xiao Dingzi answered honestly: "Old squad leader, don't make any guesses. Chief Yang asked me to inform you and ask you to come over."
"Let me go?" Sun Zhong was confused, and he immediately approached Xiao Dingzi and whispered: "Xiao Dingzi, do you know something?"
He had just been appointed as the logistics platoon leader and was not very familiar with Yang Ling, so when Yang Ling called him over, he felt a little nervous, but he had not made any mistakes?
"I don't know what's going on. You'll know when you get there. Come on, Chief Yang is waiting."
Although Xiao Dingzi is now affiliated with the guard platoon, he is still just a messenger in the guard platoon. Who knows what Yang Ling asked Sun Zhong to do.
"Then is Chief Yang happy or unhappy now?" Sun Chong asked again with a frown on his face.
Xiao Dingzi scratched his head, thought for a while and replied: "I'm not unhappy anyway."
Hearing this, Sun Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not a bad thing.
He took off the apron from his waist and hung it on the wall. He greeted the cooking team who were busy chopping vegetables and cooking: "You all go ahead and prepare the meal quickly. I'll be right back."
"Old squad leader, don't worry, I promise to serve meals on time." The new cooking squad leader replied happily.
Although Sun Zhong now serves as the logistics platoon leader, after all, he was the cooking squad leader one day ago, and he has not yet changed from his role for a while.
Yang Ling's detachment headquarters is located in the only courtyard house in the village. It was previously the home of a wealthy family in the village. It is also a rare brick house in the village. It is much stronger than other civil structure houses in the village.
The two brothers responsible for the security of the detachment headquarters at the door were armed with live ammunition. Their sturdy bodies stood upright, and their knife-like eyes seemed capable of killing people.
They were all old brothers brought out by Yang Ling. They had all been through the bloody rain on the battlefield. They had killed at least a few little Japs under their command, and they were also people Yang Ling could trust.
Although Sun Chong has been with many troops and seen many tough warriors, he can be considered a man who has seen the world.
But the fierce murderous aura exuded by the tough guards like Yang Ling still made him feel a little scared.
"Can you please tell me, two brothers..."
The detachment headquarters was now heavily guarded. Even though Sun Zhong was the logistics platoon leader, he did not dare to force his way in. He stood still with a smile on his face, hoping to let the guards at the door report.
"Platoon leader Sun, our regiment has given orders, you can just go in when you come." Before Sun Zhong could finish his words, a guard spoke with a smile.
Although the guard wanted to look amiable, the pitted scars on his face instead wrinkled up, making him look fierce and ferocious.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
Sun Chonggong cupped his hands, thanked the guards, and then stepped into the courtyard.
The yard full of weeds has been tidy and tidy. Yang Ling, deputy detachment leader Zhang Lieguo, and some staff members all live in separate rooms in the courtyard. The hall opposite the main entrance has been converted into a daily office space.
"Report!" Sun Zhong stood at the door of the hall and stood up to type the report.
"Come in."
When Sun Zhong heard what was said inside, he raised his legs and stepped towards the threshold.
In a somewhat dark room, the newly appointed staff officer Lei Xiong and others were busy tying maps on the wall and tidying them up. Yang Ling stood there with his hands on his hips and gave instructions.
"Oh, it's Platoon Commander Sun here." Yang Ling saw Sun Chong walking up to him and standing in front of him to salute, and he acted amiably.
"Come on, let's sit down over there." Yang Ling asked Sun Zhong to sit down on the bench next to him.
Yang Ling didn't have any airs, so he pulled a bench over and sat down, but Sun Chong didn't dare to sit down.
"Hey, why don't you sit down?"
"Sir, I'm just a cook. I can just stand..."
"I order you to sit down." Looking at the frightened Sun Chong, Yang Ling deliberately made a serious face.
When Sun Zhong saw Yang Ling's serious face, he sat down, but he only sat half-assed on the bench, still a little in awe of Yang Ling.
After all, Yang Ling was a regiment leader. Even if he was transferred behind enemy lines to serve as the captain of the guerrilla detachment, he would still be the commander of the entire detachment.
And before he became the platoon leader, Sun Zhong was just a low-level cook squad leader. Let alone talking to senior officers at the level of regiment commander, he rarely met him a few times.
Even though Sun Chong had seen a lot of things in the world, he was extremely reserved now when he was talking with a high-ranking officer like Yang Ling.