In the crowd, a young man wearing a short coat talked freely, telling his ideals and aspirations.
A group of young people of about the same age who listened to his speech stood up or waved their fists when they heard the climax, as if they wanted to express their ambitions together.
To the side, there is a group of people ranging in age from twenty to forty. They look at the young people in front of them, with smiles on their lips, approval in their eyes, and memories on their faces, as if they are remembering their past selves.
"Comrades, in 1989, Mr. Tan died for the reform. Now it is time for us to dedicate ourselves to the revolution. Don't be afraid. Someone will pass on the fire of the revolution. For the sake of the country and the nation, let us face the butcher knife of the Japanese invaders and die a worthy death.
,Happy, happy!”
"I looked at the door and stopped thinking about Zhang Jian, and I endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen. I smiled at the sky with my sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder alone." The young man's expression was solemn, and Kang's tragic words made Zhou Weihan's heart move.
However, the sudden appearance of Zhou Weihan and Terauchi Isamu disrupted the rhythm of the young man's speech.
Zhou Weihan was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, while Yong Temple was dressed as a Japanese officer.
Everyone suddenly stood up and looked at the two people with hatred or hatred, wanting to eat their flesh and drink their blood.
"Mr. Zhou, these comrades of yours don't seem very friendly. They look at us two as fiercely as wild wolves!" Terauchi Isamu is also a China expert. He understood most of what he just said and said half-jokingly.
"Didn't you explain the situation to them?" Zhou Weihan asked,
"I have a lot of things to do. I just asked my men to take them out of the prison. Maybe there was some misunderstanding. Mr. Zhou, I'll leave this to you!" After Isamu Terauchi finished speaking, he walked out very wisely and said
This is left to Zhou Weihan.
Zhou Weihan had thousands of words in his heart before, but when he came to him, he only said one sentence: "Comrades, welcome home!"
Zhou Weihan's words stunned everyone present.
go home?
When the Japs come, many people have already lost their families. The organization is their only home, and their comrades are their relatives.
"Comrades, the organization has not forgotten you and has been thinking of ways to rescue you. Now I will take you home!" Zhou Weihan said again.
At this moment, everyone was finally convinced that the man in front of them wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army was their comrade.
For a time, some people had tears in their eyes, some were crying loudly, and some were laughing.
They are not afraid of death, otherwise they would not have experienced severe torture by the enemy and remained steadfast and unyielding, otherwise they would not have died calmly without knowing the truth.
What I cry for is the survival after the disaster, and the ability to continue to contribute to the revolution.
"Hello, comrade, my name is Ji Zhongyou!" The young man who just gave a speech quickly walked forward and stretched out his hand.
Only then did Zhou Weihan see that the fingernails on his right hand had been pulled out, and scars were faintly visible under his short coat.
Ji Zhongyou is the third son of Mr. Ji Zhuowu.
In the education circle of Handan, Mr. Ji Zhuowu is one of the founders of modern education in Handan and a representative of progressive intellectuals. Before the fall of Handan, he served as the county education director and is highly respected in the education circle of Handan.
After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he returned to his home in Wulipu to live in seclusion. Wang Manqing, the pseudo-county magistrate, asked him many times to take charge of the education work in Handan as an old acquaintance, but Mr. Ji refused.
After the Anti-Japanese Government of Handan County was established, he was appointed as a government member, field committee member, etc. He also sent his two sons to the anti-Japanese front line to devote themselves to the national war.
In 1940, Ji Zhongyou was arrested for carrying out anti-Japanese activities in the Handan area. Yang Zhaoji, the pseudo-county magistrate, personally came forward and released Ji Zhongyou on bail on the condition that Mr. Ji came out to work for the county government. Mr. Ji severely refused.
Zhou Weihan shook hands with him gently, and then said: "My name is Zhou Weihan, the captain of the independent detachment of the Eighth Route Army!"
After hearing this, Ji Zhongyou looked puzzled. He was imprisoned earlier and the independent detachment was only established at the beginning of the year, so he had never heard of it.
"It has just been established, comrade, how many people are there in your Spark Club?" Zhou Weihan asked.
"There are 132 people in our Xinghuo Club here, and some are scattered in various counties in southern Hebei. We can't contact them at the moment!"
While the two were talking, another person from the crowd came out.
"Hello, Comrade Zhou, my name is Wang Huazhong. I worked underground in Feixiang County before being imprisoned. Thank you for your rescue!" Wang Huazhong held Zhou Weihan's hands tightly and said excitedly.
More and more people gathered around, wanting to say some words of thanks to Zhou Weihan.
Zhou Weihan hurriedly stopped and said loudly: "Comrades, the organization entrusted me to rescue the comrades in prison. If you want to thank me, thank the organization. I personally deserve it. Now that everyone is safe, let's go back to the base!"
A group of people followed Zhou Weihan out of the station hall. The monk and others conducted a simple inspection of the ammunition.
Zhou Weihan then assigned a soldier to notify Wang Ying and others who were hiding nearby and immediately enter the train station to transfer supplies.
Zhou Weihan was afraid of Yong playing tricks in the temple, so he also kept a secret. He took the first step with others, and the others stayed behind to wait for notification.
Not long after, Jing Dagang, Wang Ying and others arrived with large troops.
Considering that these comrades who had just been released from prison were in poor health, Zhou Weihan arranged some carriages and asked a company of soldiers to escort them back first.
A team of 10,000 people was called because there were too many railway tracks to be transported, and the materials to be transported back were only 72 tons, which equaled more than 7 kilograms per person.
"The first regiment is responsible for guarding along the way, and the cavalry regiment, baggage battalion and militia are responsible for transportation. You can bring the vehicles and horses first!"
Zhou Weihan gave the order and everyone started to move.
The rails were piled outside the train station, and then people entered the station to move the materials to the trains.
Wang Ying and more than a dozen clerks were responsible for recording the quantity of materials loaded onto the truck.
Yong in the temple looked around and looked along the Handan-Changchun Highway. Torches were lit one after another, and the long queue could not be seen to the end. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the power of the people?"
Zhou Weihan heard this and glanced at Temple Yong in surprise.
Terauchi Isamu seemed to sense Zhou Weihan's surprise, and immediately said: "Your Communist Party's writings, political program, and guidelines have been studied internally by our party!"
"After reading "On After the Protracted War", combined with the scene before me, I seem to have a premonition that we will not win the final victory in this war, and failure will come sooner or later. Unfortunately, most people are blinded by the victory in front of them, and they still
We must insist on expanding the war!" Temple Yong smashed his mouth and said with emotion.
Perhaps this is why Terauchi Isamu is different from most Japanese soldiers. He also wants to find a way out for the future.
Zhou Weihan felt it was necessary to re-examine Terauchi Isamu. In the past, he only regarded him as a greedy businessman, but he did not expect that he had such high insights and awareness.
But what Terauchi Isamu said next caught Zhou Weihan off guard.
"War is irrational, making money is the right way. It's better if it's big!"