In Jieshou Town, the heavily guarded temporary headquarters of the Northern Jiangsu Corps. The place temporarily set aside for meetings was originally a warehouse for storing debris. Several tables were put together to become a temporary conference room.
At this moment, more than 20 local militia and commanders of various armed forces gathered in this simple room.
Yang Ling's troops are currently stretched thin, so he asked the blacksmith to contact these local armed forces, hoping that they can participate in the upcoming battle against the Japanese.
In order to allow these armed forces to come over, Yang Ling also spent a lot of money. As long as the people come, a family of two hundred and thirty rifles can be incorporated into the Northern Jiangsu Corps and become a regular force, and in the subsequent battles, they will capture
The materials do not need to be turned in.
Although the armed forces or militia groups in these places have a certain influence in the local area, they are not comfortable in the face of the blockade and strangulation by the little devils and puppet troops.
Most of the time they have to resort to some robberies to survive, which is also very helpless.
They are themselves temporary troops formed by powerful squires or local wealthy businessmen. They have not been systematically trained and they buy their own guns and ammunition. Therefore, they are very weak. They can guard homes, guard homes and rob roads, but once they confront the Japanese and puppet troops,
The only thing that can only be destroyed is to survive in the cracks.
This time Yang Ling offered conditions for recruitment, and they finally found a big tree they could rely on. It was said that it was easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree. After getting the news, many people came.
Of course, there are still some who are unwilling to come to join forces to fight the Japanese. Those are bandits and bandits. Since they are unwilling to come, Yang Ling has no intention of keeping them.
After all, the Japanese will soon break through the front line of Gaoyou and press northward. Yang Ling and the others will attack again, and while they are fighting bloody battles with the Japanese, they will never allow any safety hazards to appear behind them.
Although those bandits and rogue armed forces pose no threat to Yang Ling and his large troops in peacetime, once Yang Ling and his gang are engaged in a deadly battle with the Japanese, their stabbing in the back may cause the entire front to be shaken.
When these militia groups were already waiting to see Yang Ling in the conference room, what the powerful armed commanders didn't know was that the guerrilla battalion commander Blacksmith who was in contact with them had already led his troops to clean up all over the countryside, commonly known as clearing the area.
"What the hell is going on? You asked us to come, but you didn't show up. You're just acting like a monkey!"
A strong man with a sinewy face had a cigarette in his mouth and a look of impatience on his face. He was the commander of an armed force, and his name was Cripple because he was a cripple.
"You want to be a monkey, but we want to be humans."
A young man with combed hair and a Chinese tunic suit played with the exquisite Browning in his hand, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and joked.
Hearing the young man's teasing, the unruly commanders around him burst into laughter. They were all powerful, so they laughed unbridled.
The lame man, whose face was full of flesh, could not hold back his dignity. His thick palms slammed on the table, causing the water glass on the table to jump.
"Xiao, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!" Lame roared angrily.
The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who was playing with the Browning pistol was Xiao Yan, the son of the local wealthy Xiao family. Not only had he drank foreign ink, but he was also extremely courageous and was not afraid of the threat of lameness.
"Cripple, try moving me, see if your hand is faster or my bullet is faster?"
Xiao Yan raised the muzzle of his Browning gun and pointed it at the lame man's head. There was still a smile on his face, but there was a cold murderous intent in that smile.
"Damn, you're the only one who has a gun, right? I..." The lame man was pointed at a gun, and he immediately became furious and tried to pull out the gun.
"I said you stupid lame man, this is Chief Yang's territory. If you use a knife or a gun, Chief Yang's eyes will not be rubbed." Zhang Baozi saw that the lame man was irritated and wanted to draw his gun, so he hurriedly held it down with his big hands.
Got him.
The lame man got Zhang Baozi's reminder. When he looked at Xiao Yan with a smile on his face, his heart skipped a beat. Damn it, he almost got tricked again.
If he really shoots here, Chief Yang will spare him. He has so many powerful generals at his disposal. Crushing him to death would be like killing an ant. This is killing someone with a borrowed knife! Insidious!
"Xiao, just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will skin you!" After figuring out Xiao Yan's plan, the cripple snorted and sat down.
Xiao Yan, who was playing with the pistol, sighed slightly. His plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife failed again, but he was not discouraged. He still had a smile on his face, but everyone knew that this was not a good thing.
In the meeting room renovated from the warehouse, several local armed commanders came in one after another to find seats and sit down. Familiar people were chatting and laughing, and some were staring at the drafty roof in a daze. Most of them had one of each.
The whole conference room was filled with smoke.
"Sir Yang is here!"
After everyone had waited for almost two hours, Yang Ling, who had perfected the battle plan with his staff, rushed over.
Accompanied by the loud shouts of the guards at the door, Yang Ling, dressed in a neat school official uniform and surrounded by two staff officers, walked into the room with sonorous steps.
As the commander of the Northern Jiangsu Corps, Yang Ling led his troops to fight against the Japs several times, and achieved victory, and his reputation had spread throughout the area.
The commanders of these local armed forces stood up hurriedly when they saw Yang Ling walking in. However, when they saw that he was wearing ordinary old military uniforms and had a shaggy beard, they were still slightly stunned.
In their impression, commanders like Yang Ling were neatly dressed and full of aura. Looking at Yang Ling, he looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He felt a little sloppy, which was subversive.
their impressions of senior military officers.
But seeing Yang Ling like this, they were even more convinced that Yang Ling was the one who led the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps to victory, because he was not aloof, at least he was on the battlefield in person.
In this era of backward communication, being able to personally command operations on the battlefield means being able to grasp changes in the battlefield situation in a timely manner and make timely adjustments.
Those officers who are aloof and always stay in the headquarters rely on the communication troops to run back and forth to obtain the battlefield situation and then make response measures. There is a delay in the middle, which is sometimes fatal on the ever-changing battlefield.
"Hello, Chief Yang!"
After being stunned for a moment, the commanders of these local armed forces saluted Yang Ling one after another with non-standard postures. Some people also cupped their fists and saluted. Yang Ling returned the salute and asked them to sit down.
Although Yang Ling was wearing an old military uniform and had an unshaven beard that had not been shaved for several days, as the commander of the corps, his eyes were sharp, he sat upright, and his every move was full of the rigid majesty that a soldier should have, which made people uncomfortable.
Dare to underestimate.
"Everyone, I, Yang Ling, invite you all to come here today to discuss matters regarding the joint war against the Japanese. First of all, on behalf of the Jiangsu North Corps, I welcome you all..."