Zhou Weihan heard the gunfire and rushed forward quickly. When he saw the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Good marksmanship, who shot him?" Zhou Weihan put the pistol on his waist and asked, pointing at the body that was shot in the left chest.
"It's Master Qin. The puppet soldier was running and hit him with one shot!" Huang Liang said happily.
"In the early years, when Yuan Gongbao was training at the small station, Lao Qin joined the army. He joined the Shanxi-Sui Army in the Central Plains War and was arranged by my brother-in-law to follow me." Zhang Fangyin, who was silent along the way, rarely said a few words,
"Hey, this is all in the past, don't mention it, old man." Lao Qin nodded the pipe rod in his hand and took a sip.
"Master Qin, you are old and strong."
After everyone gathered together, Dong Jiang also finished cleaning the battlefield. Because they were afraid that the puppet troops would slip away and report the news, the soldiers acted swiftly and left almost no survivors.
It was already dark at this time, and Zhou Weihan led the people to walk out of the mountain.
When we arrived on the road, everyone was very tired after a long march, especially the students and their families.
Zhou Weihan saw this and said: "There are only four puppet troops left in the stronghold. Deal with them and spend the night in the stronghold today."
"Captain Zhou, why don't we take advantage of the darkness and act quickly?" Li Yousheng asked
"No need. After passing this stronghold, there is a guerrilla zone in front. It's much easier to walk. They have been walking for a day and they can't walk anymore." Zhou Weihan said.
There was no one on the roof of the stronghold, the searchlight was on but did not turn, and the four puppet troops who were left behind to guard the stronghold were all huddled in the stronghold.
Inside the stronghold, the four puppet soldiers glared at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.
"Tell me, platoon leader, why haven't they come back yet?" said a puppet soldier.
"How can this damn thing be accurate? The Eighth Route Army went into the woods and where are they going to find it? The Japanese have to fight against us. Honestly, it's not good to defend the stronghold. They have to give the Eighth Route Army a chance to take advantage of them." Another
A puppet soldier said.
"Everyone, be careful. What the Eighth Route Army is best at is launching sneak attacks at night. They might take advantage of tonight to seize the stronghold." A puppet soldier joked.
"Old Wang, then go to the top of the building and keep an eye on it."
"Let's go, I won't go. This is a job that will lead to death. When the Eighth Route Army comes, they always use searchlights first. I'm not stupid."
Outside the stronghold, Zhou Weihan and his soldiers stood openly and openly at the front, followed by a group of Wuyangyang people.
"Captain, I went in and dealt with them," the monk said.
Zhou Weihan stopped the monk directly and said: "No need, it's just a few puppet soldiers."
"People inside, listen, we have wiped out all the little Japanese and puppet troops who entered the mountain. You have been surrounded. If you have the sense, put down your weapons and surrender. We, the Eighth Route Army, will treat the prisoners preferentially." Zhou Weihan cleared his throat and said loudly.
Inside the stronghold, the four puppet soldiers suddenly stood up, hurriedly picked up their weapons, approached the muzzle of the gun and looked outside.
"Damn it, Lao Wang, you are just like a crow's mouth. The Eighth Route Army is really here. Report it to the superiors immediately."
Puppet Army Lao Wang picked up the phone and shook it a few times: "Hello, hello, this is the Beiting stronghold, hello!"
"Don't even think about calling for reinforcements. We have already cut off the phone line. I will count to three and we will attack if you don't surrender." Zhou Weihan said.
"one"
"What should I do? I can't get through the phone." Lao Wang stamped his feet anxiously.
"I don't know what to do. There are at least a hundred or so people out there. What use can our four guns do?"
"two"
"Brothers, if you want me to say surrender, we will serve as soldiers for the Japanese. We are just trying to make ends meet. There is no need to fight to the death with the Eighth Route Army." Puppet Army Lao Wang said.
"three"
"Commander of the Eighth Route Army outside, we surrender, don't shoot."
Four guns were thrown out from the muzzle, and the puppet soldier Lao Wang came out first.
Upon seeing this, the monk immediately led his men and tied up several puppet soldiers.
"Let's go, we'll spend the night at the stronghold tonight." Zhou Weihan said.
This stronghold has a total of three floors. Some supplies are piled on the first floor. The second and third floors are where the defenders rest. It is not a problem to squeeze in 70 or 80 people.
Zhou Weihan immediately ordered that women and children should live on the third floor, while men should live on the first and second floors.
"Dong Jiang, take the people to the roof of the building to keep watch, and divide them up to keep watch. Bring these puppet soldiers up with you to avoid any trouble."
"Others, let's see what food is available in the stronghold?"
During the long march these days, I have been eating dry food, and finally I can eat something warm.
Li Daben and others set up a large pot and cooked porridge. Everyone finally had a mouthful of hot porridge.
"This is the first time I think white porridge can be so delicious." One student said, and the others nodded in agreement.
Several students are assigned a lunch box, you take a bite and I take a bite.
"Your daily living conditions must be good, but you must be mentally prepared. The food of the Eighth Route Army is not comparable to that of your own homes." Zhou Weihan vaccinated them in advance.
"Captain Zhou, you are looking down on others. We have been prepared for a long time." A male student said.
Zhou Weihan suddenly laughed for no reason. Yes, these students were all good enough to get here. They gritted their teeth and followed the team closely without complaining.
"Captain Zhou, why are you laughing? Are we right?" Shi Xiaorong said with a frown.
"I just looked at you and thought of me when I was young. You were all so good."
"Captain Zhou, can you tell us about your revolutionary experience?" Everyone gathered around.
Looking at the young faces of this group of students, Zhou Weihan was moved and spoke of his own experience: "I was a student at Yan University, probably in 1934. The Japanese occupied the three provinces of Northeast China and North China was in danger. My classmates
When someone gave a speech, it was the first time I came into contact with the organization and got to know my teacher.
Later, the Japanese spread the news that the government was going to establish a Jicha Administrative Committee, so we went to the streets to demonstrate against North China's autonomy and to support the Suiyuan Anti-Japanese War. Then the authorities sent out military and police to disperse the protesting students. This was the 129 Movement."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Captain Zhou, you are all heroes." Shi Xiaorong said.
"Heroes? No, we just don't want our country to fall into the hands of our enemies. We just want to do our part. Those officers and soldiers of the 29th Army who killed the enemy on the battlefield are heroes. If possible, I really wanted to go into battle with them to kill the enemy.
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Later, my classmates and I joined the 29th Army Cadet Regiment. Later, during the Battle of Nanyuan, when we retreated to Dahongmen, we were attacked by Japs. Generals Tong Linge and Zhao Dengyu were killed on the spot. More than 1,500 members of the cadet corps had just
Less than half a year after joining the army, only more than 600 people made it to Peking City alive.
Later, I brought a few people to join the organization, and most of the classmates around me sacrificed their lives." Zhou Weihan never wanted to mention the past, thinking that he would forget it, but when he talked about it this time, every scene was so profound, and some things had already been forgotten.
It's engraved in my bones and I can't forget it.
The students gathered together had red eyes and clenched their hands.
"I am telling you this because I want to tell you that revolution is not a dinner party. Bloodshed and sacrifice are common. You must be prepared."
"Look at this stronghold. Even though it was so easy to attack today, under normal circumstances, with the normal defense force in the stronghold, it would not be possible to defeat it without sacrificing dozens of people." Zhou Weihan finally said.
Watching the students go to rest separately, Zhou Weihan smiled, with a hint of bitterness, a hint of sadness, and hope.
Back then, his seniors also told him their own stories, and today it was Zhou Weihan's turn.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
"We are all witnesses and participants of history." Zhou Weihan said to himself.
