Judging from the aggressive look of everyone, it seemed that there was a deep hatred between the Communist guerrillas.
Yan Jinan no longer cared about taking care of his elder brother, so he went out with the cannon on his waist.
The brothers also picked up their weapons and walked out.
Someone thrust a red-tasseled gun into Yan Qingyu's hand and led him out together.
This is a remote earth temple, surrounded by woods and mass graves outside.
The Communist guerrillas have surrounded the place from all sides.
There are figures looming behind the graves.
Yan Jinan puts his hands on his hips and yells: "Anyone named Zhang, come out. " A man stood up behind the tomb.
He was in his forties, red-faced, tall and tall.
He came with a group of people.
They were all dressed in green or yellow, two and a half feet tall.
Most of the weapons in their hands were broadswords and spears.
There are also a few old-fashioned ones made in Hanyang.
Yan Qingyu had been away from home for many years, but the man still looked familiar and asked the person next to him: "Who is that man?"
Someone else replied: "You don't even know him.
The boss of the Zhang family, Zhang Jinpeng, is the captain of the county brigade of the Communist Party."
Yan Qingyu suddenly realized that the co-author was from the old Zhang family, the Yan family's mortal enemy.
Zhang Jinpeng was dressed very majestic, with a leather belt, a box gun, and a red tassel more than a foot long tied to the handle of the gun.
He said in a loud voice: "Yan Jinan, I advise you, don't follow Zhang Yinwu all the way to the dark side." , reining in the cliff is your only way out, put down your weapons quickly and accept the county brigade's reorganization, otherwise" "What else can you do?"
Yan Jinan narrowed his eyes and said disdainfully.
"Otherwise, I will destroy you all," a white-faced scholar wearing glasses shouted sternly behind Zhang Jinpeng.
Yan Jinan laughed loudly, pointed at the medal on his chest with his hand and said: "Look here, I know the Blue Sky White Sun Medal, which is not official.
I lost an arm in the Songhu War.
What the hell were you doing at that time to recruit me?"
" The white-faced scholar was very angry: "You Hebei People's Army have caused friction many times, killed and injured members of our county brigade, and deliberately undermined the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.
It is not easy to recruit you.
If you ask me, I should eliminate you and leave no one behind."
Yan Jinan said: "Stop talking nonsense.
If you have the ability, come and try to recruit one.
Four eyes.
Believe it or not, I will blind your eyes with a dart."
The white-faced bookman was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he said to Zhang Jinpeng: "Old Zhang, if you can't reason with the stubborn army, let's fight him."
"Who is this Four Eyes?"
Yan Qingyu asked again.
"He is the instructor of the county brigade.
He seems to be a gentleman from Beijing University.
His surname is Han."
"Oh, he is a teacher, no wonder he looks like he needs a beating."
Yan Jinan suddenly realized.
Zhang Jinpeng said: "Yan Jinan, I am older than you in terms of seniority, so I should let you go, but when it comes to the future of the country and the nation, don't blame my uncle for being ruthless."
Yan Jinan said: "Please do it."
Zhang Jinpeng went back with a group of people.
After a while, gunshots rang out and the fighting officially started.
The county brigade had many people, but the weapons were poor.
They only had a dozen guns, which was not good at all.
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There were few militiamen, but Yan Ji Nan's brand is strong and he has won the highest medal issued by the government.
Shangfeng thinks highly of him and has deployed hundreds of rifles, so he won't suffer at all in the fight.
Bullets were flying around, and the soldiers of the civilian army did not hide.
They just stood there with their golden swords.
Yan Qingyu was dumbfounded.
This is also called fighting.
Compared with the scene of the Battle of Songhu in the documentary, it was simply play house.
Suddenly a person came and reported: "Commander, the devils from the county are out, a small team of devils, plus a squadron of the Imperial Association Army."
Yan Jinan said: "You can't go to our Zhangge village, right?"
The visitor said: "It seems to be heading to Xiaozhangzhuang."
Sure enough, the gunfire from the opposite side stopped suddenly, and Zhang Jinpeng's shout came: "Yan Jinan, we will settle the accounts tomorrow.
We have to go back today."
Yan Jinan responded: "It's better to leave than to see him off."
But he lowered his voice and ordered: "Take care of this guy and drive him over."
The brothers were gearing up: "Take the opportunity to destroy the county brigade."
Yan Jinnan glared: "Fight the Japanese first, and settle the grudge with Zhang Jinpeng later."
The battle started by the river outside Xiaozhangzhuang.
The little devils used crooked handles and small steel cannons to fire wildly.
The heroes of the county brigade and the militia were rushing one after another.
Yan Qingyu's red-tasseled gun was of no use, so he lay down in the grass and listened.
Bullets flew over my head every day, and my nose was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, which was choking.
Finally, the enemy was driven away, leaving corpses and weapons all over the ground.
The two sides worked together to clean up the battlefield, but then they got into a dispute over the ownership of a crooked weapon, and the weapons clashed again.
This time Zhang Jinpeng's attitude was different.
He stopped his men and said that it was only with the help of the people's army that they drove away the Japanese this time, and the machine guns should be given to them.
Yan Jinan got the machine gun and led his men away.
Zhang Jinpeng said loudly from behind: "My eldest nephew, I would like to advise you, you will not suffer any loss if you hang out with the Eighth Route Army."
Yan Jinan sneered, waved his hand, and left without looking back.
Back at the station, Yan Jinan had a banquet set up to entertain his elder brother.
He got straight to the point and said, "Brother, it would be a waste if you don't fight Japan with your martial arts skills.
Let's work together and I'll let you be the commander."
The wine was sweet potato stew, the dishes were braised chicken and boiled beans, the rice was steamed buns with sorghum noodles, the table was greasy, the brothers all had shaved heads, exposing their dark muscles, one person reached into his trousers and found a louse. , put it in his mouth and bit it.
Yan Qingyu suddenly thought of his life in Shanghai.
He lived in a high-rise building, had a car when going out, had 24-hour hot water for bathing, drank whiskey and brandy, and smoked cigars and Luzon cigars.
He had gone from frugality to luxury.
It's easy to go from extravagance to frugality.
Suddenly I have to sleep in a big bunk with these mud-legged people and get covered in mud all day long.
This life is really unbearable.
"Brother, I feel that my battlefield is not here, and I can't play a big role."
Yan Qingyu declined politely.
Yan Jinan thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, you should go back to Shanghai.
By the way, go home first."
On the way, the two brothers talked about the situation in Hebei.
Although the big cities had fallen, the national government still maintained the organizational system of Hebei Province.
The county governments were basically there.
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There were more than 100,000 Chinese troops in Hebei.
Among them, Zhang Yinwu's The Hebei People's Army is the strongest and most famous.
Yan Jinan is a former national army officer and a recipient of the Medal of the Blue Sky and White Sun.
He is a great national hero.
He raised his arms and the elders from all over the country responded.
He organized 500 troops and attacked the Japs several times.
Zhang Yinwu learned about it and vigorously The recruitment gave them the name to march forward in Cangzhou, but they still followed the instructions rather than the announcement.
There are many heroes in the land of Yanzhao, and anti-Japanese armed forces are everywhere.
The Zhang family, the Yan family's sworn enemy, followed the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party and also pulled up a group of people, designated as the Cangxian County Brigade, to compete with the advancing army for territory and weapons.
There were many battles, and both sides suffered casualties.
However, on the Japanese issue, both sides had the same attitude.
In the words of Han Letian, the instructor of the county brigade, brothers are called to fight against each other and resist their aggression from outside.
The family is still the same, there is nothing to worry about.
The elders will always nag him for a while, wondering why he hasn't married and had children.
Look at your brother Jin Nan, he has already given birth to three sons.
Yan Qingyu couldn't bear the disturbance, so he asked his brother for a hundred yuan and embarked on the journey back to Shanghai.
He took a sea ship from Tianjin and arrived in Shanghai in three days.
After entering the concession, he breathed a sigh of relief and was finally safe.
She called the Atlantic Western Restaurant and ordered takeout.
She made a pot of coffee and filled a basin with bath water.
Forty-five degrees was just right.
Drinking coffee and taking a bath.
This was life.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Yan Qingyu put on her clothes.
Pajama went to open the door.
When she opened the door, she saw Little Star standing at the door.
Behind her was a strange man.
He held a revolver against Little Star's head and said coldly: "If you dare to touch her, she will be dead."
Yan Qingyu didn't dare to move, so two people came up and pushed him into the house, tied him up with a rope, and then rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, but found nothing.
"Who are you?"
Yan Qingyu asked.
"Let me ask you, have you agreed to make a movie with the Japanese?"
The visitor grabbed his hair and asked.
"No, I'm not a traitor."
Yan Qingyu shouted.
"You know it yourself whether you are a traitor or not.
You hang out with the Japanese all day long and pretend we don't see it."
The man slapped Yan Qingyu on the face, and five finger prints suddenly appeared.
"Damn, my handsome appearance is ruined."
Yan Qingyu's mouth was dripping with blood, his face was distorted, and the little star huddled in the corner, terrified.
"How to deal with this traitor?"
the three big men discussed.
"It's not appropriate to use a gun.
This is a concession.
There shouldn't be too much movement."
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One person said.
"Hang him and set this place on fire," suggested another.
This suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone.
One person went downstairs to get kerosene from the car, and the other put the pistol back into his waist, took out a thin rope, and walked over with a grin: "Mingxing Yan, I am your fan, and I am also If you don’t want this, who told you to be a traitor?
Remember not to associate with the Japanese in your next life.”
The little star started crying hysterically, she was going crazy with fear.
The two agents turned around and yelled angrily: "Shut up."
The opportunity was too good to miss.
Yan Qingyu had already untied the rope and kicked the person closest to him away.
Then, a monkey stole the peach and took off the penis, pinching the other person's testicles, causing pain.
He screamed and passed out.
Yan Qingyu pulled out the revolver from the man's waist and grabbed the little star: "Let's go quickly."
The man who had been kicked down slowly got up and shouted: "He ran away, catch him" The guy who was fetching kerosene from downstairs was coming upstairs.
He drew his gun and started shooting.
Yan Qingyu was a concealed weapon practitioner, and his shooting speed and accuracy were far better than the other guy.
He hit him with one shot, and the revolver in the agent's hand flew away.
Another shot. , the top hat also flew off.
Yan Qingyu and the little star fled from the back alley in a hurry, and took a pair of trousers and a small jacket from the clothes drying pole.
No matter whether they fit or not, they put them on.
"Mary, how did you know that I went back to Shanghai?"
Yan Qingyu asked breathlessly.
The pants were too short and the clothes were awkward.
The little star's ignorant eyes widened: "Didn't you come back with King Yulong?
It was all published in the newspapers.
You are going to make a movie with Li Xianglan."
"Damn, you are trying to kill me."
Yan Qingyu was about to cry but had no tears.
He was obviously a patriotic young man, but he was turned into a traitor by King Yulong.
No wonder someone came to remove the traitor.
Now it's over.
The huge Shanghai is gone.
Your own place of refuge.
After much deliberation, I could only go to my sister Xia Xiaoqing and ask her to say hello to her brother-in-law, who was a high-ranking official in the government, and tell the secret agent of the Central Military Commission that she was definitely not a traitor
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