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Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters high fighting spirit

Yang Ling's stern eyes looked around from the brothers' tough or dark faces, and nodded with satisfaction.

The brothers met Yang Ling's gaze and sat upright. Their straight bodies were like sharp swords, hard enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.

"Headquarters order -" Yang Ling stood upright and spoke loudly, preparing to announce the order.

The officers who were sitting upright had serious expressions on their faces, and their eyes were focused on Yang Ling, waiting for the next step.

"The Third Guerrilla Detachment has a limited time limit to clear out the Japanese and puppet enemies in Qinghe Town, cooperate with friendly forces to seize Huaiyin County...block the ships passing the canal, and cooperate with the main forces along the river..."

Yang Ling finished reading out the order in one breath. Although the brothers had some guesses about the general scope of this battle, they also took a breath of cold air.

If this order is followed, then this game of chess will be too big. At least the entire Sulu war zone will be moved. They are shocked and excited at the same time.

Since the Battle of Shanghai in 1937, although the troops have fought bloody battles with the Japs in Nanjing, Xuzhou, Wuhan, Changsha and other places, hundreds of thousands to millions of troops have been invested each time.

But it was the Japs who were attacking at that time. Although they invested a lot of troops, in the final analysis they were just passive defense, and they ended up being defeated and retreating.

In a short period of time, countless brothers were stained with blood on the battlefield, and most of China fell into the hands of the enemy. For a time, the dark cloud of the theory of national subjugation shrouded the hearts of all Chinese people.

Although the brothers are fighting fiercely with the imps now, in the final analysis it is just a small fight and has little impact on the overall situation of the country.

But now the situation is different. They are taking the initiative to attack, and the entire theater has launched a counterattack against the Japanese. This is the first time since the stalemate began.

"Brothers, as far as I know, this time not only our Sulu theater will participate in the counterattack, but also ten theaters across the country and millions of brothers will counterattack against the Japanese! We must completely eliminate the little devils! Drive them into the sea

go!"

Yang Ling's fist hit the wooden table firmly and forcefully, and the sonorous and powerful sound made all the brothers breathe quickly.

A nationwide counterattack?!

The brothers have no more brains now. They never thought that there would be a nationwide counterattack. Does this mean that they can completely defeat the little devils who are worse than beasts?

There are smiles on their brows. If this is really the case, those brothers who are under the Nine Springs can finally rest in peace.

In fact, the Chongqing High Command's operational goal this time was indeed to defeat the Japs nationwide and win the war completely.

The victory of the first Battle of Changsha, international support, and the completion of the first and second phases of training for the main field force gave Chongqing a blind optimism.

Yang Ling knew that although this winter offensive was fought more than a thousand times, Nanchang, Hangzhou and other cities were recovered in a short period of time, and several Japanese lieutenant generals and major generals were killed.

But in general, the mighty winter offensive did not achieve the expected results. First, it was an overestimation of its own strength.

On the other hand, there were problems with the cooperation of various theaters. During the attack, coordination was improper, so that the attack was frustrated. On the Yangtze River, nine main divisions actually attacked a Japanese division for more than ten days and could not defeat it.

Although Yang Ling knew that this winter offensive would be more thunderous than rainy, he also knew that it was an excellent opportunity for their third guerrilla detachment.

With combat forces from all sides to contain and consume the Japs, they can fish in troubled waters and eliminate as many Japs as possible, seize weapons and ammunition, and develop and strengthen themselves.

As long as their strength increases, he is confident that he can train this force he has built into an iron-blooded force and become a nightmare for the Japanese.

But now their strength is too small, with only more than a thousand people, and the area they control is no more than a dozen villages.

With such a small force, not to mention being able to cooperate with the main force on the frontal battlefield, I am afraid that even a brigade of puppet troops can take care of them.

If you want to fight the Japanese better, strength is crucial. Yang Ling can't wait to develop and expand the strength of the third guerrilla detachment.

But now in the war zone behind enemy lines, development and growth is not just as simple as recruiting soldiers, but also requires food, oceans, weapons, clothing...

Now the only way to solve these things the fastest is to fight. If a company of puppet troops is eliminated, they will have one more company of weapons and ammunition. If a small group of Japanese soldiers are eliminated, they will have three more light machine guns and three more grenades.

cylinder.

As long as they control one more village, they can recruit dozens more soldiers. Fighting can not only temper the combat effectiveness of the troops, but also allow them to grow up as quickly as a snowball.

They will then have two thousand officers and soldiers, twenty thousand officers and soldiers... As long as their strength becomes stronger, let alone containing the Japanese behind enemy lines, what will be the difficulty even if they wipe out a Japanese division?

Although this time the order given by the column to their third detachment was to eliminate the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town and cooperate with friendly forces to capture Huaiyin.

After all, the guerrilla forces behind enemy lines have a very strong sense of defense zone, and most of them operate within their own territory. Unless the enemy forces are too desperate, they will not cross the border.

This is also why there are fewer and fewer guerrilla troops fighting behind enemy lines, because they stick to the guerrilla zone here, standing there and letting the Japanese attack them, and there is no one to help them. It is strange that they cannot be defeated.

But his goals are not limited to these, his goal is the entire northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong, which will become the battlefield of their third guerrilla detachment.

He wants to open up the connection between the various guerrilla units. If they all stick to their own territory and fight passively like in the past, then what a fool they are.

Of course, this is all Yang Ling's ambition, and he will not aim too high. The first thing he needs to deal with is the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town, and avenge the sacrifice of his brothers first.

"My initial attack target is Qinghe Town. I will completely wipe out the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town and recover Qinghe Town. Are you confident?"

Yang Ling's fingers knocked on the table with a loud sound, and his face showed sharp confidence, as if Qinghe Town was at his fingertips.

Yang Ling's self-confidence also affected the officers of the battalion and company present. They were all masters who were not afraid of death. Yang Ling completely made their blood boil.

"Have faith!" The brothers' voices were loud and high-pitched, making the dust on the beams rustle down.

"Team members, I am willing to take the lead!"

The blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, suddenly stood up with his burly body like an iron tower, his dark face full of ferocious murderous intent. He hated the little Japanese with all his heart.

"Sir, I am also willing to take the lead!" Second Battalion Commander Wu Changqing stood up solemnly and asked Yang Ling to fight.

When the blacksmith saw that Wu Changqing had also stood up to grab the spot in the lead, he immediately stared at him with his big eyes like cowbells, but Wu Changqing had no intention of sitting down.

Wu Changqing was a local guerrilla, while the blacksmith was a veteran who had fought with Yang Ling for more than a year. Neither of them wanted to let go at the moment.

"Oh, I wonder why you two are fighting here." Wang Huzi stood up to smooth things over and pulled the two of them to sit down.

Wang Huzi said to Yang Ling: "Commander, please give the order. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, brothers will not even frown!"


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