Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh suppression of the gang
The dilapidated ancestral hall was surrounded by heavily armed guerrilla officers and soldiers, with fierce murderous intent on their dark and thin faces.
More than a dozen members of the Little Sword Club, including the branch leader of the Little Sword Club, huddled together in a mess, losing their previous arrogance and majesty.
The members of the Little Knife Club are all young and strong men, but at this moment they are all bruised and swollen with shoe marks all over their bodies. If the officers had not stopped them, they would have been beaten to death by the angry brothers.
The two brothers who died had been put down from the big tree at the entrance of the village, wrapped in mats and placed at the door of the ancestral hall, but they were already cold and stiff.
The brothers joined the guerrillas in order to fight against the Japanese and defend their homes and the country. But now they died inexplicably at the hands of the Little Sword Society and their own compatriots. How can we let the brothers swallow this breath?
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The shocked common people were all pulled by the brothers to stand in the open space in front of the ancestral hall. It was different from last night when the branch leader of the Little Sword Society pretended to be a ghost and summoned the so-called ancestor.
Now there were guerrilla officers and soldiers standing around with guns and ammunition, and there was a murderous atmosphere in the air. The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and no one dared to breathe loudly.
Yang Ling stood on the steps after staying up all night, with a stern look on his haggard face that made people dare not look directly at him. Regardless of the wails of more than a dozen members of the Little Sword Society, he stared at the people who had been summoned.
Facing Yang Ling's knife-like gaze, after seeing the guerrilla officers and soldiers decisively shooting down members of the Little Knife Society, they also developed uncontrollable fear of Yang Ling.
Because they know that as long as this person gives an order, their village may be razed to the ground. These are troubled times, and whoever has a stronger fist can dominate the power of life and death.
"These two brothers of mine have been following me for two years!" Yang Ling's cold voice broke the dull depression.
"They followed me and fought bloody battles with the Japs, escaping the Japs' heavy artillery bombardments! Planes bombed, evading the Japs' bayonets, and crawled out of the dead pile countless times to continue fighting with the Japs!"
Yang Ling pointed at the two stiff corpses, with light flashing in his eyes: "They fought countless bloody battles and died, and their bodies have countless scars, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and bomb injuries!"
As he spoke, Yang Ling tore away the straw mats wrapped around the sacrificed brothers and the white cloth covering their bodies. The countless hideous wounds came into view and made the people take a breath.
"They fought countless lives with the little devils, and they still managed to survive! But today, they died in your Shiban Village, in the hands of us Chinese people! They died in the country they fought so hard to protect.
In human hands!" Yang Ling roared, with uncontrollable anger in his voice.
The people finally woke up now, and they finally realized what a stupid thing they had done. They all lowered their heads in silence, filled with self-blame.
"They are my subordinates, and they are also my brothers. They died in your Shiban Village without any explanation. As a commander, I naturally have to find an explanation for them, otherwise my brothers will not be able to rest in peace!"
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, the people started to commotion, and the brothers around them all pulled the bolts of their guns with murderous intent to stop them from moving.
"But I won't take action against you, because you are unarmed people who have been deceived by others. If I kill you, my brother will also be unable to rest in peace, because he and the Japanese are fighting to the death just to protect you people.
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"Sir, we can't help you, we can't help our brothers who sacrificed their lives..."
As some villagers said this, their knees weakened and they knelt down on the spot, kowtowing to the sacrificed brothers.
The villagers who blamed themselves took the initiative to kneel down one after another, kowtowed continuously to express their apologies, and faint sounds of sobs could be heard.
"I want to avenge my brothers today, Xiao Dao Hui, I don't understand why you want to kill my brothers, but the injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. Today, I want to take your heads to pay tribute to me."
Brother!" Yang Ling stared at the dozen or so members of the Little Sword Society with murderous intent on his face.
"Sir, there's a misunderstanding, there's a misunderstanding," the branch leader of the Little Sword Club saw that Yang Ling had murderous intentions and hurriedly shouted for mercy.
"What a bullshit misunderstanding, kill someone to pay for your life, pay back your debts, and pay back my brother's life!" Some angry brothers couldn't help but rushed over and started punching and kicking the branch leader of the Little Knife Club.
The surrounding guerrilla brothers looked on with cold eyes, not caring about the wails and screams of the members of the Little Knife Society, because they deserved it.
Yang Ling waved his hand, and more than twenty wolf-like brothers rushed forward. Two of them held each other up, and the members of the Little Sword Society knelt down in front of the ancestral hall in front of the sacrificed brothers.
Battalion Commander Wu Changqing pulled out the captured Japs' Zuoguan knife from his waist with a clang, and walked sullenly behind the first Knife Club member to kneel down.
In full view of everyone, the sharp Saguan sword struck down hard, like chopping off a watermelon. The members of the Little Sword Club didn't even scream in pain, their heads fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
At this moment, Wu Changqing was like an enraged wild wolf, stabbing one head at a time, while plausibly comforting his fallen brothers.
"Sir, I want to avenge my mother and the others!"
Watching Wu Changqing's execution, Stone wrapped in rags knelt down in front of Yang Ling and begged.
Although Shitou was rescued by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, his family was persecuted to death by the Xiaodao Society and hung on a big tree at the entrance of the village. He now hates the people of the Xiaodao Society deeply.
"Give him the knife!" Facing Shitou's pleading eyes, Yang Ling ordered behind him.
A brother handed over the big knife he was carrying. Shitou cast a grateful look, and then walked towards the members of the Knife Club kneeling in a row with hatred.
"ah!"
Shitou selected a member of the Knife Club, closed his eyes, and slashed him with a single blow, and warm blood spurted out.
The stone seemed to be going crazy, slashing with knives, slashing the members of the Little Knife Club until they were bloody and bloody. When he couldn't chop anymore, he sat down slumped and looked at the pile of rotten meat.
burst into tears.
"If anyone dares to join the Little Sword Society in the future, this is what they want to end up with!"
None of the members of the Little Sword Society died happily because they offended Yang Ling and killed Yang Ling's brothers. All their bodies were sent to nearby villages to shock the members of the Little Sword Society in nearby villages.
"All gangs in Huaiyin must disarm and disband within three days, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"
Yang Ling's bloody letters were sent back with the bodies of these members of the Little Knife Society. Yang Ling was completely angry this time and was ready to completely eradicate this organization.
These gang organizations dominate the local area and are arrogant, making money crazily under the banner of protecting the people, and this incident also sounded the alarm for Yang Ling.
That is, the existence of these gang organizations is a huge threat. If they go out to fight and the Japanese bribe them and then stab them in the back, it will not be as simple as sacrificing a few brothers.
Therefore, Yang Ling also used this opportunity to prepare to eliminate all these unstable factors in the cradle before launching an attack on the Japanese to ensure a stable rear area.