The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Although his supplementary regiment is temporary, and once the mission here is over, it may be directly dismantled and reorganized to join the main regiment with relatively large losses, but Liu Ming is not worried about his future at all.

All the main regiments that need to be repaired are basically disabled. He, the deputy commander of the major, might be able to be a deputy of the main regiment after repairing. As long as he doesn't die unluckily, his future is bright.

Liu Ming slept soundly, had a sweet dream, and giggled out of his mouth, which was especially permeating in such a dark night.

Snapped--

Liu Ming was awakened by a crisp gunshot, and his dream was shattered. He sat up and found that he was still sleeping on the cold and hard wooden board.

"Where to shoot?!" Liu Ming got up from the plank bed, put on his shoes, and shouted outside.

With a creaking sound, a soldier pushed the door with a faint lantern and walked in: "Deputy Liu Tuan, it seems that the Second Company on South Street is shooting."

Liu Ming was disturbed, Meimeng's face was a little sullen, and when she walked out of the house, she saw that the guard platoons sleeping in other houses were also running out with disheveled clothes, grabbing guns, a little flustered, but the reaction was fairly quick.

Under the yelling of the platoon leader, the platoon of guards who supplemented the regiment held against the gate. Everyone was loaded, and the muzzles of their guns stretched out along the courtyard wall, aiming at the dark street.

There was only one gunshot, and it disappeared in a flash. Liu Ming stood on the steps of the yard with the short gun in his hand and listened carefully. Indeed, there was no gunshot again, as if the gun had never been fired just now.

What happened to Erlian?Liu Ming wasn't sure, because the gun only rang once, and then the surroundings became silent again. Could it be that the devil touched it?But it shouldn't be just one shot. The more than 100 people in the second company will not be touched by the devils, right? Liu Ming himself was taken aback by his own thoughts.

Liu Ming was really not sure, so he kicked a nervous soldier standing beside him and said, "Go to South Street and see what the Erlian is up to."

The soldier was already nervous, and his calf shivered when he saw the black lights outside: "They...they must have fired their guns..."

"You talk so much nonsense, if you are told to go, go!" Liu Ming urged the soldier he ordered to move when he saw that he couldn't move his feet.

The unlucky ghost walked towards the dark outside with a gun in his hand. Just as he poked his head out of the gate of the yard, he heard messy footsteps coming from the street, and immediately shrank back: "Someone...someone is coming!"

The soldiers of the guard platoon who were lying on the wall of the yard all pulled the bolts of their guns clattering, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Li Tiezhu, the commander of the third company, couldn't tell what happened when he heard the gunshots. His first reaction was to meet Deputy Liu Tuan, so he led people straight to the temporary regiment headquarters.

Li Tiezhu ran with his head buried and didn't notice the black muzzle protruding from the wall of the regiment's courtyard. With a bang, the bullet hit Li Tiezhu half a meter away in front of him, sparks splashed in the dark night.

Li Tiezhu was so frightened that his head broke out in a cold sweat, he slammed on the brakes, dodging a row of bullets, and the people behind him scattered to hide in a hurry.

"Grandma, we are our own people!" Almost being reimbursed by his own people, Li Tiezhu was angry and his voice was a little irritable.

"Looks like the commander of the third company?" Those guard platoon soldiers who fired because of nervousness looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly thinking that the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple.

"Let Li Tiezhu come in." Hearing Li Tiezhu's voice outside, Liu Ming felt more at ease, and asked someone to reopen the door.

Although Li Tiezhu was furious, he could only hold back when facing Liu Ming. When the two sides met, they didn't know the gunshots at the beginning, so Liu Ming had to go and see in person.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, the people sent by the first company and the fourth company to inquire about the situation also arrived. Liu Ming himself didn't know what happened, so he directly ordered the first company to stick to the existing position and be careful.

It stands to reason that Jiang Qiao was close to the rear of the battlefield, so the devils shouldn't have attacked so quickly, but just in case, the regiment's guard platoon and the third company still walked towards South Street in battle formation.

At this moment, in South Street of their second company in Yangling, the torches had already been lit, and soldiers with guns surrounded all the 30 or so refugees. bloody smell.

A few meters away, there were three men dressed as refugees who were pinned to the ground by the soldiers. They were still struggling while chattering. They were ghosts dressed as refugees.

The old king was sitting with his head against the wall. A soldier was bandaging his arm. The bayonet cut his arm, and he grinned in pain.

Old Wang found out that something was wrong with some of the refugees, so he was arrested and interrogated when he was preparing to deliver food according to Yang Ling's order.

But the old Wangtou underestimated the vigilance of these ghosts disguised as refugees. As soon as the old Wangtou and the others approached, the other party wanted to run away. Fortunately, the old Wangtou and the others were prepared and attacked directly.

Even so, more than a dozen of them still took great effort to subdue these four spies, and shot and killed one of them. The soldiers were not killed, but they were more or less injured.

Yang Ling was not surprised to find the devil's spies among the refugees. The devils had been plotting against China for a long time, and their spies spread all over the country. Now they followed the refugees to Nanjing, and they were probably fighting for their troops.

Yang Ling stood under the torch, silent and did not speak. His eyes scanned the faces of the refugees who were surrounded, and he asked calmly, "Are there any spies of the devil among you?"

There were devil spies among the refugees. The refugees were very panicked, fearing that they would be executed for colluding with the devils. A man in a gray robe in the lead hurriedly explained: "Sir, sir, it really has nothing to do with us. Everyone we met on the road, and then we left together, we really did not collude with Little Japan..."

"I didn't ask if you were in collusion. I just asked if there are any people in your team who joined in the middle. Take the initiative to explain that I can deal with it leniently. If you are caught by me, hum!"

Yang Ling's words were full of warning.

"Sir, sir, we are all neighbors who fled together. I promise, I promise there will be no spies from Little Japan." The man in the gray robe hurriedly said.

Yang Ling waved to the platoon leader behind him: "Turn their shoes—"

Soldiers like wolfs and tigers swarmed up, threw the refugees to the ground, and opened their soles to identify them. It was discovered that the four devils and spies were all wearing military shoes with cleats, so they only needed to check again. identify.

There were both men and women among the refugees, and they screamed and panicked in the face of the wolf-like soldiers, but after the inspection, no similar situation reappeared, which made Yang Ling heave a sigh of relief, there should only be four spies who got in. indivual.

Yang Ling couldn't speak Japanese, and neither could the soldiers around him. It was impossible to interrogate these devils and spies. They were still struggling.

Fortunately, Liu Ming, the deputy of the regiment, brought people over at this moment. Looking at the refugees surrounded by a circle, and then seeing the dead man lying on the ground in the same attire, Liu Ming's complexion darkened, and he asked directly: "Yang Ling, what are you doing?" How to shoot and kill ordinary people!"

"Deputy regiment, they are devils and spies." Old Wangtou stood up and explained.

"Spies?" Liu Ming was taken aback, turned his head suspiciously, just in time to hear the screams of the struggling devils and spies, and immediately believed what the old Wang said.

Seeing the chattering devils and spies, Liu Ming suddenly became angry, and went up to kick a few times, venting his anger for those dead comrades.

When he was the battalion commander, he guarded Baoshan, and a battalion was directly wiped out, so he got angry when he saw the devils.

Text Chapter 100 The atmosphere is tense

The four ghost soldiers disguised as refugees were killed and three injured, and the three who survived were escorted by a platoon of soldiers sent by regiment deputy Liu Ming to the division headquarters set up on the Beijing-Shanghai railway line. ??

Although the soldiers strongly demanded to kill these devils and spies immediately, they were stopped by Liu Ming on the grounds that they were sent to the division headquarters for interrogation.

The Battle of Songhu lasted for nearly three months, and only a handful of devils were captured. Because the defenders kept retreating, they couldn't be caught if they wanted to.

Although these ghost soldiers are short in stature, they are more powerful and fierce. Sometimes they have to pay several times the price to catch a defender alive. Coupled with their hatred for devils, they usually fight to the death when they see devils.

Now capturing three living devils as prisoners at once is considered a great achievement, and the regimental deputy Liu Ming naturally would not let go of this opportunity to ask for credit and reward.

The devil's spy who died was thrown into the wild grass outside Jiangqiao, where his dead body was thrown into the wilderness, which was also a breath of anger for those comrades who were beaten to death by the devil.

The refugees were carefully cleaned up, and there were no spies of the devils. At dawn, Yang Ling sent them out of the town, and warned them to go west or north, not to go to Nanjing, because Yang Ling knew that a month later, Nanjing would also guard against them. Can't live.

The devil's spies were sent away dead, and the refugees also left, but Yang Ling's heart felt extremely heavy. Now that the devil's infiltrating spies had arrived at Jiangqiao, the devil's army must not be far away.

Whether it was the devil from the east or the devil from the south, Yang Ling couldn't guess because there was no interrogation, but there was no doubt that the devil had already set his sights on Jiang Qiao.

Thinking that the devil had already set his sights on Jiang Qiao, Yang Ling felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Yang Ling didn't know when the devil would come, but Yang Ling was not someone who was waiting to die, and he had to be prepared if he wanted to survive.

After figuring this out, Yang Ling immediately went straight to the temporary regiment headquarters of the supplementary regiment, a high-walled compound in the middle of the town.

"Company Commander Yang is here, sit down, sit down." Seeing Yang Ling coming, Liu Ming, the deputy of the regiment, pushed his glasses and hurriedly welcomed him in.