"Company Commander Shen, on behalf of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, thank you for coming back to fight!"
After Yang Ling saluted the unshaven Shen Biao with a military salute, he took the initiative to extend his hand to express welcome.
Although Yang Ling stretched out his hand, Shen Biao did not. Seeing Yang Ling's clean hands, his face was full of hesitation: "Mr. Yang, my hands are dirty..."
"I also rolled among the corpses of the Battle of Shanghai. I don't mind it. Now that I'm back, I'm a brother in the trenches." Yang Ling said.
Hearing what Yang Ling said, Shen Biao stretched out his hand and held it with Yang Ling's. A wave of heat surged through Shen Biao's heart, and his eyes turned red.
Yang Ling held Shen Biao's rough and cracked hands, her nose was a little sore, what kind of hands were these.
He looked at the mottled brothers lined up pointing outside. In the cold winter months, these guerrilla brothers who worked hard for the country were even wearing summer single clothes, filled with some civilian clothes, and even had straw from the clothes. exposed inside.
"Sir Yang, I have a small request. We have run out of ammunition. Can you give us some ammunition..."
Shen Biao is a big man. Although he knows that it is too much to make such a request, he has to put it forward at this moment.
They rushed back to join the war, but they had no ammunition. They couldn't fight the Japanese with flesh and blood, so asking for some ammunition was a helpless move.
As a soldier who would rather bend than bend, Yang Ling felt quite uncomfortable to be able to lower his proud head and ask for ammunition in order to fight the Japanese.
But this is the Chinese who persists in fighting against the Japs under extremely difficult circumstances.
This is not a game of housekeeping. Every Chinese person understands that the little devils are here to subjugate the country and destroy the species. They must fight to the end and have no choice.
They hope to use their blood and lives in exchange for future generations to live uprightly, instead of being slaves to the country's subjugation. This is their wish. For this reason, they shed their blood and go forward until they die for the country.
"Consultant Liu!"
"have!"
Staff officer Liu Sheng hurriedly put down the map in his hand and hurried over.
"Go to the kitchen to ask if the food is ready. Ask Sun Zhong to get some thick clothes for the brothers." Yang Ling said, taking off his cotton military uniform and putting it on Shen Biao.
"Sir Yang, how does this make..." Shen Biao was a little flattered.
Yang Ling was the dignified commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu. He was just a small company commander. He seemed a little embarrassed.
"Since you are my brothers, Yang Ling, I will treat them all equally. We are wearing cotton clothes, how can we let you starve and freeze." Yang Ling's words were so sonorous and powerful that Shen Biao almost shed tears.
At this moment, outside, the brothers from the cooking class had already brought out baskets of steamed white flour buns, as well as cooked rice porridge.
When more than a hundred guerrilla officers and soldiers returned from the battle, their eyes widened when they saw the food. They had been hunted down by the puppet troops these days and could only eat grass roots. Now their stomachs were already empty.
He was still counting on his company commander to go to Commander Yang for supplies. Now seeing so much food, everyone was salivating.
"Brothers, you are hungry, come and eat." Seeing these dirty and smelly officers and soldiers, the brothers in the cooking class hurriedly called them to eat.
"Thank you very much." A veteran from Guizhou said a very blunt Mandarin, and then rushed over impatiently, grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
Many of the officers and soldiers of these guerrillas were stragglers living behind enemy lines, especially the raiding troops who had penetrated behind enemy lines after several battles. With the defeat of the battles, they were also blocked from returning.
Chongqing, on the other hand, gave orders to these officers and soldiers who fell behind enemy lines to launch guerrilla warfare on the spot. With no support, no supplies, and unfamiliarity with the local conditions, they chose to stay.
There are many troops who are forced to stay in the local area to fight guerrillas. They include the Gui Army, Yunnan Army, Sichuan Army and Guangdong Army from the southwest, as well as the Northeast Army, Northwest Army, etc. The main force in the Sulu Theater now is the Northeast Army.
Military troops.
These officers and soldiers from various provinces who did not understand Mandarin and spoke different dialects gathered together. Once a company was defeated, they gathered again to form a new company.
They are like weeds that never stop growing, always able to survive tenaciously, but as time goes by, the number of troops remaining behind enemy lines becomes fewer and fewer, and their situation becomes more and more difficult.
"It looks so pitiful."
When they saw these scarred officers and soldiers stuffing food into their mouths hungrily, the onlookers from the guard platoon felt quite uncomfortable.
However, they also knew that their situation at the beginning was similar to that of these brothers. They had to eat or not, and have clothes to wear.
If Yang Ling hadn't led them to win a series of battles, open up the situation, capture through various means, and open a quilt factory and a grenade workshop, they might be hungry now.
Shen Biao was also wolfing down his food. At first he saw Yang Ling sitting across from him, very reserved, but he couldn't bear the hunger and soon became like a raging cloud.
A few white flour buns and a bowl of porridge from Sanhai all went into his stomach. When he was almost done eating, he raised his head and saw Yang Ling looking at him with a smile, which made him feel very embarrassed.
"My humble position made Chief Yang laugh. We haven't eaten anything for two days and drank only cold water..." Shen Biao explained sheepishly.
"Are you interested in joining me as the deputy battalion commander?" Yang Ling didn't mince words and started poaching people directly.
Even when being heavily surrounded and hunted by the puppet army, he was able to gather more than a hundred stragglers to fight back. Although Shen Biao was only a company commander, Yang Ling admired the unyielding spirit of the Chinese soldiers, so he
To dig out your own troops.
"Sir Yang, this is a humble position..."
Shen Biao hesitated. Although Yang Ling served them delicious food and drinks, he didn't know Yang Ling very well after all, and was worried about pushing his brothers into the pit of fire.
After thinking for a while, Shen Biao added: "Sir Yang, can you let me discuss this with my brothers?"
"The military situation is urgent. I would like to ask Company Commander Shen to give me an answer as soon as possible."
Yang Ling stood up with a smile and said: "I still say the same thing, as long as you follow me, I, Yang Ling, will never let the brothers go hungry. If you don't believe in my character, Yang Ling, you can go
Ask my brothers."
"Sir Yang, I will definitely consider it carefully." Shen Biao also stood up and said seriously.
Although Shen Biao did not agree on the spot, Yang Ling believed that joining their guerrilla team was the best choice when he had nowhere to go.