Chapter seven hundred and seventy fifth military law is like a mountain
After dawn, Hu Biao and other members of the National Salvation Brigade were detained at the Zhangjiaji Grain Farm, and the more than ten identified people were tied to wooden stakes nearby.
"what happened?"
"I do not know......"
The residents who had been frightened all night did not understand why one of their own people was arresting one of their own.
"Everyone is going to watch the execution. The guerrilla leader Yang is going to enforce military law in public."
Soon the security chiefs of Zhangjiaji were beating gongs, calling the residents to go to the grain drying field.
"Isn't this just a show?" When the residents heard that the guerrillas were going to enforce military law, the first thought that came to their minds was disbelief.
After all, in these war-torn years, the government often kept its word and its prestige had dropped to a freezing point due to serious corruption, so that the people no longer had much trust in the government and the military.
"What the hell, let's go take a look."
Fortunately, Chinese people have been in the habit of joining in the fun since ancient times. Regardless of whether it is real or fake, just watch the fun.
Soon, the residents all walked out of their homes one after another and went straight to the spacious open space outside Zhangjiaji.
At this moment, the surrounding area of Shaiguchang was already filled with guerrilla officers and soldiers armed with live ammunition and on alert. They stood upright with serious faces, and the residents were secretly amazed by their good military appearance.
In the past, most of the regular troops or guerrillas that residents saw were dressed in rags and slovenly, with loose discipline, and often disturbed the people by eating and drinking for free.
But now the guerrillas under Yang Ling's command have a completely new look. They are not only strict in military discipline, but also well-trained. When they stand there, they are in sharp contrast to the soldiers of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade who are dressed in various colors.
Although the uniforms of the guerrilla officers and soldiers are shabby, they are all clean. Wearing military uniforms can also enhance the cohesion and sense of honor of the troops. This is why Yang Ling asked them to wear military uniforms.
"Hey, these soldiers look really majestic."
Seeing these majestic guerrilla officers and soldiers, the residents also pointed and talked in low voices.
"What's the use of being presumptuous? If you don't have a crayon head with a silver gun, you will lie down when you encounter the Japanese." Some people said sarcastically.
"You are wrong. I heard that Chief Yang's troops fought several battles with the Japanese in Qinghe Town and won them all."
"No wonder the Japanese food collection team ran away in fear a few days ago. It turned out to be them."
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More and more residents gathered together, and soon the huge grain drying field was bustling with people. The guerrilla officers and soldiers standing with guns in their arms were a beautiful sight, which made the residents feel less disgusted with the troops for the first time.
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Hu Biao and others felt guilty when they saw the residents rushing to the grain drying field one after another. After all, when they were water bandits, they did a lot of harm to nearby villages.
"They are the water bandits of Hongze Lake!"
But whatever you fear comes, some residents in the crowd recognized Hu Biao and the others, and shouted indignantly.
Someone in the crowd shouted such a loud voice, which also reminded the residents, who all looked towards Hu Biao and others who were being guarded by the guerrillas with guns.
But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, it will blow your mind.
"I know the man with the scar on his face. He was the one who brought people to our Yangjiawan to kill people!"
The old accounts of Yangjiawan being robbed by water bandits were revealed, and the residents who were lucky enough to survive now moved to Zhangjiaji, and now they recognized the strong man with the scar.
"The one with the mole at the corner of his eye took over our house!"
Faced with the accusations from the residents, Hu Biao and others hurriedly bowed their heads. After all, they had a guilty conscience and they had done many bad things over the years.
Yang Ling originally invited the residents to come and watch the execution, but he just wanted to restore credibility and let his guerrillas gain support from nearby people so that they could fight against the Japanese.
Who would have known that people like Hu Biao had done so many bad things? When Hu Biao and the others were recognized by the residents, the crowd immediately became agitated.
"Kill them!"
"eye for eye!"
"Give us back our money and my family's food!"
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These residents remembered the experience of being extorted and robbed, and recognized these former water bandits. They immediately became angry and rushed towards them one after another.
"Stop them!"
Seeing these people who wanted to rush over and beat Hu Biao and others, Yang Ling hurriedly asked people to maintain order.
The brothers from the two classes immediately rushed over and stood between the people and Hu Biao, blocking the angry people.
At this moment, Hu Biao and others were no longer as showy as before. Seeing these extremely angry people, their faces turned pale with fright.
In the past, they had nothing to fear with guns in their hands, but now they are unarmed. If they were really rushed by the crowd, they would probably be beaten to death.
Although the people were stopped by the brothers, they did not dare to charge forward. After all, the brothers had guns in their hands.
"Hit them!" Someone picked up the stone and threw it at them.
The angry people had a deep hatred for these former water bandits. For a while, stones and shoes were thrown at them, making Hu Biao and others scream.
"boom!"
"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me!" Yang Ling saw that the situation was a little out of control, so he took out his shell gun and pointed it toward the sky and pulled the trigger.
The dull gunfire finally suppressed the excited residents, but they still stared at Hu Biao and others with red eyes.
"I am Yang Ling, the colonel of the third guerrilla detachment! I am here today to support you fellow villagers! If you have any grievances, tell me one by one. Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I will not cover up anyone.
People, but you can’t mess around and beat them without authorization, you know?!”
Yang Ling's sonorous and powerful voice immediately silenced the noisy people.
"We listen to the commander!" Qian Fuming also spoke up to support Yang Ling at the right time.
After all, Qian Fuming was a prominent figure in Zhangjiaji. As soon as he opened his mouth to support, the residents agreed one after another. However, the eyes he stared at Hu Biao and others still made people shiver down their backs.
"Okay, let's deal with the first thing today." Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people's mood had temporarily stabilized.
"Last night, people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade broke into Chief Qian's home. Soldiers Xie Gouzi insulted Liu'er, a civilian girl, so much so that Liu'er couldn't bear the humiliation and hit the wall and died..." Yang Ling stood on the earth platform and told
The circumstances of the crime.
The people whispered and looked sympathetically at Qian Fuming.
"Xie Gouzi's actions led to Liu'er's death, and he should bear the main responsibility! He not only ruined the reputation of our team, but also caused a murder, and he should be killed according to military law! The commander announced that he will be shot on the spot! Bring the person here.
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Following Yang Ling's instructions, the disheveled Xie Gouzi was detained by two guerrilla officers and soldiers who looked like wolves and tigers, and knelt down on the earth platform.
"Xie Gouzi, can you plead guilty?" Yang Ling asked loudly when he saw Xie Gouzi being taken into custody.
This Xie Gouzi is also a gangster. He is still arrogant. He raised his head and said: "So what if the person named Yang is the one who did it? You'd better be wise and let me go, otherwise our boss will bring someone here and you won't be able to survive."
Let’s go!”
"Xie Gouzi has confessed his crime, proven his identity, and shot!" Yang Ling didn't bother to pay attention to Xie Gouzi's screams, and directly sentenced him to death.
Soon Xie Gouzi was pulled aside and pushed to his knees on the ground in full view of everyone.
Seeing that Yang Ling seemed to be coming for real, the people were also shocked. They thought it was just a formality.
One of the executioners stood still and pulled the bolt of the gun. He pointed the gun at Xie Gouzi and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
At such a close distance, the bullet directly penetrated Xie Gouzi's body, spraying out blood mist, which scared the people so much that they closed their eyes and did not dare to look.
Soon, some brothers trotted up to Xie Gouzi to check.
"Report to the commander, confirmed death!"
Yang Ling acted so vigorously and resolutely that the people were convinced. At the same time, Hu Biao and others were also panicked. Who knew that Yang Ling was really going to kill someone?
"Although the rest of the people involved may not be guilty of death, they will not be able to escape the crime. We will pull them up and beat them with fifty military sticks each as a warning to others!" Yang Ling still had a straight face.
Soon, more than ten other participating members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were pulled up, pushed to the ground and took off their pants.
The executioners were all brothers from the guerrillas, and naturally they would not show any favoritism. They raised the arm-thick wooden sticks they found high.
"one!"
"ah!"
After this heavy blow from the stick, the members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who were pushed to the ground immediately began to howl miserably. The people watching were also frightened and were a little in awe of Yang Ling, the commander.