On Xiamapo, Chen Zikun convened the generals to discuss the next step.
Information in Jiangbei was blocked, transportation was inconvenient, and the only radio was damaged by shrapnel.
It was difficult to obtain outside information.
Chen Zikun's decision was to open up a guerrilla zone in Jiangbei, take advantage of the Japanese invaders' lack of troops, base themselves on Daqingshan, and launch frequent attacks to annihilate small groups of enemies, destroy railways, and wait for opportunities to regain Beitai.
"In fighting guerrillas, the most important thing is mobility.
The terrain in Jiangbei is complex and the water network is dense.
Cars and motorcycles may not be as fast as two feet.
We can form a cavalry team to attack the enemy without warning.
Chen Shou, leave this matter to us.
It’s done for you.”
"Okay."
Chen Shou responded.
"Xue Bin, go find Gai Longquan and ask him to pull up the team.
We brothers will fight the Japanese together."
"No problem, it will definitely be done."
Xue Bin replied while sharpening his knife.
"What am I responsible for?"
Chen Qilin couldn't hold himself back.
"You, come with me to Chongqing to launch operations behind enemy lines.
We can't do it without support.
Our family is completely destroyed.
We have to ask the chairman for guns, ammunition, silver coins and so on."
Chen Zikun said.
"Yes" Chen Qilin saluted, extremely happy.
He was from the regular army and looked down on guerrilla warfare.
He had long wanted to return to the army and fight to the death with the Japanese army on the frontal battlefield.
Xia Xiaoqing said: "Now there are Japanese people everywhere.
Have you thought about how to leave?"
Chen Zikun said: "I have a big goal.
I can't take the route from the provincial capitals to Shanghai, Hong Kong and Chongqing.
I can only cross the Daqingshan Mountains, pass through Henan to Hubei, and then enter Sichuan.
Qilin, Xiaoyong, and you, the four of us are going together, but in Before departure, we must first arrange things in Jiangbei and raise the flag of the anti-Japanese guerrilla army.
We will make it impossible for the Japanese to gain a foothold in Jiangbei."
Everyone was gearing up, ambitious and ready to go.
After several ambushes, the four- and five-caliber bullets were basically used up.
Dozens of Thompsons were turned into fire sticks.
Chen Zikun had the remaining hundreds of bullets gathered together to provide himself with two big-eyed gunshots.
After using it, Thompson removed the bolts of all the guns, wrapped them in butter and raincloth, buried them underground, and then dug them up to see the light of day when the bullets arrived.
Nowadays, the troops are basically using captured weapons.
The Japanese-style 38-type large cover and crooked handle light machine gun.
The 38-type is not satisfactory.
The barrel is long and can shoot far and accurately.
The recoil of the 65 Tomosaka bullet is also very good.
Xiao, no wonder all the Japanese devils are sharpshooters, but The crooked handle is not so easy to use, the ammunition supply is not smooth, and malfunctions occur frequently.
When fighting, you have to use a small oil can to keep brushing the bullets, otherwise it will not be able to be loaded.
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It is really annoying.
Especially the guys who are used to it being made in the Czech Republic, they want to tear it apart and throw it into the manure pit.
Xia Xiaoqing was using the only remaining Remington rifle.
This sniper rifle with a telescopic lens is actually a hunting rifle.
It uses .308-caliber bullets, which are not available in China.
The few dozen rounds left are all given.
He found Xia Xiaoqing, whose marksmanship was slightly better than Chen Zikun's.
After all, she was trained in concealed weapons, so the task of decapitating the general in the tens of thousands of troops was left to her.
The weapons of the rest of the people were in disarray, with whatever they were used for.
Old sleeves, made in Hanyang, Mauser, Type 38, box guns, and even old-fashioned muskets.
Each gun had more than thirty to fifty rounds of bullets, and some had less.
With only a few rounds, the Northern Thai Army, which had always been wealthy, finally felt the taste of being short of food and ammunition.
The troops were active in the countryside near Nantai.
They were all local children.
The terrain was familiar and the people were familiar.
They were able to fight with ease.
When a squadron of Japanese soldiers occupied Nantai County, there were less than ten Japanese soldiers who dared not take to the streets without a machine gun.
When leaving the city, every time we went out for a sweep, the barracks were opened here, and the news spread out there.
After several ambush battles, the little Japs huddled inside the city, not even daring to risk their lives.
Chen Zikun's whereabouts are unpredictable.
Sometimes he lives in Xiamapo, sometimes in Gongjia Village, and sometimes he goes directly to Daqing Mountain to camp.
He is a cunning rabbit, not to mention the leader of the guerrilla army.
On this day, Chen Zikun and his men came to Gongjia Village for lunch.
Since the Japanese entered Nantai, the countryside has entered a state of anarchy.
The people do not need to pay food to the National Government, let alone pay taxes to the Japanese.
They only need to control the guerrillas.
Just two meals a day is enough.
Gong Zijun is from Gongjia Village.
At that time, his grandfather raised two promising sons.
His father was a squire in the county and his uncle was a banker in the provincial capital.
Gong Zijun himself was even more powerful.
He once served as the director of the Provincial Department of Finance, but now the Department of Finance The commander was reduced to the food station of the guerrilla army, responsible for the food, drink and diarrhea of about a hundred people.
The patriarch of the village is Grandpa Deshun, who is of the same generation as Gong Zijun’s grandfather.
He is over seventy years old and has a very strong body.
He carries a small white jade pipe and pot all day long and squats under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, smoking.
He would scold him this way and scold him that way.
The juniors were all afraid of him, but Gong Zijun was not.
"Zijun is a college student and a literary star.
He is different from you bunch of idiots."
Lao Deshun often said this.
When the guerrilla army arrived in the village, the villagers prepared a lot of delicious food, including rice wine brewed in the countryside, sorghum rice, and pork stewed with vermicelli.
It was enough.
Everyone smoked until their mouths were full of oil.
Old Deshun sat aside and smoked his pipe with a smile.
He picked up the wine bowl and drank with Chen Zikun.
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"Commander Chen, do you think this little Japanese can take over China?"
the old man asked.
Chen Zikun laughed, took a small wine cup and said, "This is Japan."
He took another big bowl and put it next to him and said: "This is China.
There are 40 million people in China.
It has more people and a wider area than Japan.
You always say, who can win?"
Lao Deshun said: "Commander Chen, I have heard what you said before from others, but it is not that true.
I think back then, the Manchu and Qing Tatars were just savages in the old forests of the Northeast.
If they hadn't destroyed the Ming Dynasty, Although Japan is small, its ambitions are not small.
They are comparable to those of the Tatars back then.
They cannot be underestimated. " Chen Zikun was in awe, this old man was not simple.
"Old man, now is not the time of the Ming Dynasty.
With advanced technology, electric lights, telephones, airplanes and cannons, the Japanese have stronger ships, stronger guns, and more powerful weapons than us, but they are not the most powerful in the world.
Countries such as the United Kingdom, the United States, Germany, and the Soviet Union.
No matter which one they pull out, they will be better than Japan.
They will not see China being monopolized by Japan.
I guess that when the Japanese strength is almost exhausted, the great powers will help. " Old Deshun nodded: "When you say that, I understand that today's world is like the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
It must be vertical and horizontal."
Chen Zikun said: "This is the truth.
China must win the support of Britain and the United States to drive the Japanese out."
"Then what if there are sensible people in Japan and join forces with Germany and the Soviet Union to fight against Britain and the United States?"
Old Deshun frowned and smoked his cigarette pipe, analyzing the complicated international situation with the wisdom of a rural old man.
Chen Zikun said: "The general trend of the world is divided and combined.
There is God's will in the dark.
Even if the country is destroyed and the species is destroyed, it does not matter.
The barbarians have never been in control of the Central Plains for a long time.
At most, it will be a hundred years.
The country will still be the Han family.
We as soldiers, I dare not compare with Yue Wumu or Wen Tianxiang, but I can still do it even if I fight for my life against the little Japanese."
Lao Deshun slapped his thigh and said, "Commander Chen, please speak with confidence.
Come on, do it."
The two picked up the wine bowls, touched them, and drank loudly, with the wine flowing down the corners of their mouths, extremely heroic.
Lao Deshun called to his grandson's wife: "Xiao'e, kill our chickens and eat spicy chicken tonight."
Xiao'e simply agreed and went to the chicken coop to catch chickens with her big belly.
"I'm pregnant with a boy, old man, I'm going to have a great-grandson."
Old Deshun said happily.
"Then I have to drink another one.
Congratulations."
Chen Zikun picked up the wine bowl again.
People outside yelled, "Chen Shou is back."
Chen Shou was ordered to form a cavalry team.
After working outside for a few days, he finally achieved initial results.
He bought a lot of large animals half-purchased and half-conscripted.
Chen Zikun rushed to the threshing floor and was dumbfounded.
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A group of mules were snoring and gathering together happily.
No, there seemed to be some donkeys among them, but there were no horses.
"There is no way.
There are not many horses in the countryside.
During the war in Beitai, many were recruited.
Now we only have mules and donkeys, so we can make do."
Chen Shou explained with a grimace.
"But" Chen Zikun was speechless, "you can't let my cavalry ride on mules and wield Chasik sabers."
"Why not?
Mules are hardworking and can run very slowly."
"I know, I mean, where does the cavalry put his face?"
“If you don’t even care about your life in a war, why do you want shame?”
After hearing Chen Shou's extremely tough explanation, Chen Zikun was speechless and raised his thumb: "I accept the mule as a mule, but I can't take the donkey.
This beast has a stubborn temper.
He gets angry at critical moments and delays important events."
As if he understood what he said, a big black donkey in the group of mules brayed dissatisfied, making everyone burst into laughter.
They returned to the wine table to continue discussing how to form cavalry.
Just as they were talking, Xue Bin also came back.
He took a few big gulps from the wine bowl, wiped his mouth and said angrily: "Lao Gai is unjust."
Everyone was wondering, could it be that Gai Longquan was unwilling to resist Japan?
"Lao Gai said that he did not join our guerrilla army and formed a joint village association to jointly defend and protect ourselves.
I was surprised.
Isn't this the same thing?"
Xue Bin said.
Chen Zikun said: "It's different.
We are attacking Japan.
They are protecting themselves and will not take the initiative to provoke the Japanese.
Of course, they must draw a clear line with us.
Gai Longquan is old after all."
Suddenly, a man ran over panting: "Oh no, the Japanese have left the city, and a large group of people are running down the slope."
Chen Zikun put down his wine bowl: "Gather" Amidst the sharp whistles, the guerrilla soldiers who had been eating in ordinary people's homes hurriedly came to the threshing floor to line up.
The collected mules came in handy.
Although they had no saddles and stirrups, they could still be ridden, and they could be used as mules and horses as motorized infantry. .
Chen Zikun gave an order, and the cavalry team got on their mules and galloped towards the entrance of the village, rushing down the horse slope to help
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