Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight of the rabble
Han Feihu was able to lead a group of people to be active in this area for so long, so he naturally had some tricks. Under his encouragement, the morale of the officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade immediately soared.
"Set off!"
Seeing these noisy brothers, Han Feihu also had indescribable confidence, and with a wave of his hand, he led the team straight to Zhangjiaji.
Although they were defeated by the Japs, they did not look down upon the guerrillas. After all, the security group had suffered defeat at their hands.
More than 500 officers and soldiers of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade carried guns and marched straight to Zhangjiaji, causing chaos along the way.
"Run quickly, the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade from Xinzhuang is here!"
The people working in the fields knew that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was once a notorious water bandit, so when they saw them approaching, they all rolled around and fled to escape.
The common people were hiding from afar, and the pedestrians on the road even abandoned their carriages and goods, threw away their things and ran away. Soon the road was empty, and not a single person was left.
Seeing the common people and pedestrians running away when they saw them from a distance, Han Feihu, who was already angry, looked even more gloomy. What's the point of running away when he sees us?
"Damn it, these poor bastards know how to spread rumors, let's see if I don't deal with them!"
The man with a background as a water bandit also angrily pulled the bolt of his gun and fired in the direction of the people who were shouting and running away.
The dull sound of gunshots was heard far away in the open fields. Unfortunately, his marksmanship was too poor, so he could only scare people. This shot scared the people working nearby and fled.
"You bastard, you will embarrass me!"
Seeing that the men under his command did not hit anyone when they fired, but instead made them flee further, Han Feihu was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked the brother who fired the gun on the buttocks.
The force of this kick was so strong that it caught him off guard. The brother who fired the shot was unsteady and fell into the irrigation ditch on the roadside. There was a splash of water and he turned into a drowned rat. It was so embarrassing.
"Who the hell is going to make trouble for me again? I'll jump on him!"
An angry Han Feihu loudly warned the team and reminded him again: "We are an anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade, not water bandits. Remember this! Don't just shoot and scare people if nothing happens!"
"I'm deaf, do you understand?" Seeing that the brothers didn't respond, Han Feihu shouted with a dark face.
"I understand." Hundreds of people responded unevenly.
"Continue to go!"
The more Han Feihu looked at his team, the more they looked like a rabble, and no one liked them. But now he was going to Zhangjiaji to regain his position, and he didn't bother to argue with them.
The anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade led by Han Feihu rushed towards Zhangjiaji in a furious manner, making so much noise that no one knew they were there.
And Yang Ling knew that he had taught the people of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade a lesson, and was worried that they would come back to Zhangjiaji to retaliate against the people, so he did not leave at all.
"Team leader, the people from the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade are coming towards Zhangjiaji."
Sure enough, just after lunch in Zhangjiaji, brothers on peripheral alert rushed into the village to report.
"Hey, you really can't shed tears until you see the coffin. How dare you come back to see if I don't skin them!"
When he heard that the people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were approaching in a menacing manner, Wang Huzi immediately took out the shell gun from his waist and stood up angrily.
"Sir Yang, I heard that there are hundreds of people in the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade. How about you guys stay away..." Qian Fuming also became nervous.
After all, Yang Ling and the others taught Hu Biao and his group a lesson, but the cause of the incident was the Qian family. They stood up for them. Now that Yang Ling and the others were at the forefront, he still felt a little bit sorry.
"Shopkeeper Qian, don't panic, I'll go out and meet them." Yang Ling remained calm and calm, without any panic.
Yang Ling stood up and ordered: "Let the people in the village go back to their houses and don't come out for the time being."
News of the arrival of the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade spread, and panic spread like a plague.
The people of Zhangjiaji clapped their hands and applauded when Yang Ling punished Hu Biao and the others, but now they are frightened and worried about retaliation. You must know that the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade was once a water bandit, and they killed without blinking an eye.
"Each go back to your home. With our guerrillas here, the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade dare not mess around!" Soon the shouts of the guerrilla officers and soldiers rang out in the streets.
Seeing groups of guerrilla officers and soldiers with loaded weapons walking through the streets, the panicked people finally felt a little calmer. Unknowingly, they developed an inexplicable sense of trust in the guerrillas.
"Go home, the bosses of the guerrillas are here."
"Yes, these bosses seem to be quite capable of fighting. Those people from the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade are definitely no match for them."
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The common people went home one after another and closed their doors and windows, while the guerrilla brothers gathered to prepare for the coming Han Feihu and others. There was a chilling atmosphere in the air.
When Han Feihu and others arrived at the outskirts of Zhangjiaji in an aggressive manner, not even a single citizen was seen. Instead, machine guns were set up on the walls and roofs near the outside of the village.
Yang Ling only brought a combat company with him this time. Although the number was small, they were all elites. Not only did each man carry a 79 rifle, but each man also carried three Japanese melon grenades.
Although there is no firepower such as heavy machine guns, there are five machine gun teams, and five light machine guns have now occupied the commanding heights.
"Stop anyone who comes! If you go any further, the gun will be fired!"
Seeing the anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade approaching Zhangjiaji in a chaotic manner, Wang Huzi roared at the top of his lungs from a distance.
Wang Huzi's voice was so loud and sonorous that the chaotic Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade was really frightened and stopped in their tracks.
"Afraid of birds? Come on, there are hundreds of us! Today I want to see how many pounds the guerrillas have!"
When Han Feihu saw that the team had been frightened, he couldn't help but raise the box cannon in his hand and started to encourage Sangzi again.
And these people from the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade couldn't stand the agitation and moved forward with shouts and noises.
Seeing that these people were really not afraid of death, Yang Ling also twitched the corners of his mouth with a sneer, and ordered a machine gun crew lying on the roof next to him: "Give them a bunch of bullets to scare them."
"yes!"
The machine gunner fixed the bipod of the machine gun, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, lowered the muzzle, and pulled the trigger at the crowd rushing forward.
"Da da da......."
The hot bullets roared through the open space of more than 100 meters amidst the tremors of the machine guns, and landed in front of the crowd.
"Puff puff!"
The machine gun swept across the area regularly, and the whizzing bullets shot out horizontal pillars of mud, just in time to intercept the crowd who were clamoring to move forward.
"Mom! Run!"
The bullets splashed mud and weed debris in all directions, causing burning pain on people's faces. The people in the front row were so frightened that they turned around and ran away in panic.
The people in the front row were so frightened by the oncoming bullets that they turned around and wanted to run away. When the people in the back heard the gunfire, they subconsciously fell down. Now the team collided with each other and became chaotic.