In most cases, the Japanese army has the initiative on the battlefield, and it is not the turn of the guerrillas to clean up the mess.
This time they retreated hastily and did not forget to take away the bodies of the wounded and weapons, but the Imperial Association Army could not do this.
The guerrillas swarmed up and looted the corpses and firearms that were scattered all over the place.
A group of people came from a distance, and everyone immediately became alert, but Wu Changqing said: "Don't panic, those are people from our Daqingshan detachment."
Sure enough, this was the main force of the Eighth Route Army led by Ye Xuefeng.
Wu Changqing enthusiastically pulled Ye Xuefeng and introduced to Chen Zikun: "General Chen, this is your old acquaintance, the political commissar of our detachment."
Chen Zikun looked up and down and said, "You are Ye Kai."
Ye Xuefeng saluted: "I am Ye Kai, now my name is Ye Xuefeng."
Chen Zikun laughed heartily, patted his shoulder, and called back: "Ziming, your brother is here."
Ye Xuefeng is Zhao Dahai's godson, and he and Zhao Ziming have lived together for a while, but at this moment Zhao Ziming turns a deaf ear and seems to have no interest in meeting this sworn brother.
Chen Zikun knew that he still resented his father Zhao Dahai's purge, so he did not force himself and asked Ye Xuefeng: "Where are you from?"
Ye Xuefeng said: "Our unit was ordered to go to Nantai County to harass the enemy.
We have just withdrawn from the battlefield."
"Yes, it's a good plan to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao."
Chen Zikun looked at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army with interest.
They were picking up bullet casings and shell skins all over the ground.
Their military uniforms were mixed, some were dyed with pomegranate skin and some were worn directly. of common people The clothes only included a belt around the waist and an eight-way hat.
The weapons and equipment were all kinds of things, including old sleeves, made in Hanyang, fire guns, and 38 caps.
The soldiers carried bullet belts full of He had caught straw and had very few bullets.
"Xue Feng, how did you attack the county?"
Chen Zikun was puzzled.
How could such equipment pose a threat to the county with tall walls?
Ye Xuefeng pointed to a few iron barrels in the team and said: "Set off firecrackers in the iron barrels, the sound is the same as a machine gun.
There are few enemies in the county.
He was frightened when he heard the heavy concentration of machine guns.
He hurried out of the city to ask for help.
Old Japanese Yamada was shot Called back."
Wu Changqing smiled and added: "The wind is roaring, the cranes are roaring, and the grass and trees are all at war."
Suddenly, a burst of passionate singing attracted his attention.
A column of Eighth Route Army troops was singing on the slope: "The wind is roaring, the horses are braying, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, the hills in the west of the river are tens of thousands of feet high, and the sorghums in the east and north of the river are ripe.
Ten thousand sorghums are ripe.
There are so many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains, and the guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are really heroes, holding up their native guns and foreign guns, waving broadswords and spears."
There were also clear female voices mixed in.
It turned out that there were several female warriors in the queue, with short hair and ears.
Heroic.
Looking at his men, two or three were sitting on the ridge of the field, smoking and bragging.
They looked at the female soldiers of the Eighth Route Army with malicious intent, and from time to time bursts of wild laughter broke out.
Chen Zikun couldn't help but think to himself, if these two groups of people fought, who would be more powerful.
Ye Xuefeng noticed that Chen Zikun seemed to be thinking about something and said: "General Chen, we have countless hot-blooded men in our army, but we have limited guns and ammunition.
I hope the general can provide support."
Before Chen Zikun could answer, Chen Shou said from behind: "Why, I am here fighting the devils with real swords and guns, and you just set off a few ridiculous firecrackers just to divide the arms, but there is no way."
Ye Xuefeng said tit for tat: "If it weren't for us, you would have been wiped out by the Japanese."
"Fart!"
Chen Shou was furious, stretched out his hand to draw his gun, but was pulled back by Shuangxi.
Wu Changqing also said seriously: "Political Commissar Ye, there is no distinction between us and you on the anti-Japanese battlefield.
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As long as we fight against Japan, it is us.
It seems that General Chen and his friends are not rich in arms, so let's not give up."
Chen Zikun secretly thought that although Ye Xuefeng was a political cadre, he was still young after all and was not as open-minded and capable as Wu Changqing.
With such a detachment leader in the Eighth Route Army, it seemed that Chen Shou and the others had encountered a strong opponent.
"Chen Shou, how many guns and ammunition were seized?"
Chen Zikun asked.
As soon as he heard this, Chen Shou understood and said angrily: "The guns handed over are all the guns of the puppet army.
There are twenty-eight 79 rifles in total, twelve of them are broken, fifteen hundred rounds of bullets, and more than forty grenades."
"That's all."
Chen Zikun said: "Give ten good guns to the captain of the military branch, and give them all the bullets."
Chen Shou glared, looking very angry, but finally didn't say anything.
Wu Changqing said: "We appreciate General Chen's kindness, but your supplies are not sufficient.
So, give us the damaged rifle, and you can keep the good gun.
We can't take all the bullets, just a fraction.
Besides, we can't take all the bullets."
We also have these bullet casings left over from the battlefield.
What do you think, General Chen?"
Chen Zikun couldn't help but admire Wu Changqing.
This man was capable and said, "Okay, just do what the captain of the military detachment wants."
The Eighth Route Army received twelve broken guns, 500 rounds of ammunition, and picked up thousands of bullet casings.
They were as happy as the Chinese New Year, with excitement written all over their young and honest faces.
Wu Changqing was also very satisfied and expressed his gratitude again and again.
Chen Zikun noticed that he had a luzi on his waist and asked, "Can I borrow the gun of the captain of the military branch for a look?"
Wu Changqing took out the gun and handed it over.
It was a horse brand gun.
The handle of the gun was tied with red silk.
The gun body was roasted blue and was already mottled.
He opened the slide and looked at the barrel of the gun.
It was wiped very clean, but the rifling was not clear.
It was almost worn out, and the gun had reached the age of being scrapped.
When I took out the magazine and took a look, there were only three 765-caliber pistol bullets.
Chen Zikun handed the gun back, stretched out his hand, and Shuangxi understood, and handed over a Mauser 1932 rapid-fire shell gun with a wooden holster.
"There's nothing worth taking.
Just treat this gun as a meeting gift."
Chen Zikun presented the gun.
Although Wu Changqing was calm, he couldn't hide his surprise when he saw a good gun.
He took the gun and pulled the bolt.
Playing with it, he praised: "It's really a good gun."
"This is a new product we brought from Chongqing.
It was imported from Germany and has not fired more than a hundred rounds."
Shuangxi said sourly.
This gun was his sidearm and was given as a gift by the commander-in-chief.
He was very happy.
That's weird.
Wu Changqing touched his body and said with a sense of shame: "I have nothing to give in return.
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How about this, General Chen, I help you capture Nantai.
I can take it as a gift."
Chen Zikun's eyes lit up: "Are you sure?"
"Yes, we have long planned to attack the county to seize supplies, but we are too weak.
Now that General Chen is here, the anti-Japanese forces in Jiangbei have united.
Let alone South Tai, even North Tai, we can also fight."
Wu Changqing said with full confidence.
Chen Zikun was very interested and asked him if he had a detailed plan.
Wu Changqing smiled and said: "I don't have diamonds, and I won't do the porcelain work.
But the matter is serious, and the Japanese spies must be eliminated before taking action." ” "There are Japanese spies among these people."
Chen Zikun looked back at the group of heroes.
"Yes, and there are more than one.
They are chess pieces laid out by Xia Jingqi.
However, we also have spies in the county.
The enemy's actions cannot be hidden from us.
The one named Lu Sanli is a spy."
Chen Zikun remembered Lu Sanli.
This guy seemed loyal, but his eyes were always evasive, giving people the feeling that there was something evil in his heart.
"I think it's better to use him to send false information to the Japanese to lure the snake out of the hole, so that we can capture the county town."
Chen Zikun said.
Wu Changqing showed admiration: "We see the same thing."
The two laughed.
Many guerrillas were injured during the battle.
Eighth Route Army doctors helped treat them.
Ye Wei also carried a medical kit and helped a tall and thick wounded man disinfect the wound with alcohol.
The man's arm was hit by a grenade, but the injury was not serious.
Heavy , when Ye Wei was squatting in front of him, his other dishonest hand just reached out to Ye Wei's butt to take advantage, but was pinched by someone, and the back joint was broken, and there was a click, and the bones were dislocated. , it hurt so much that he screamed and almost jumped up.
Ye Wei was startled, stood up and looked, it turned out that Zhao Ziming was here.
The wounded man also saw Zhao Ziming, cursed angrily in his throat, and ran away with his severed hand in his hands.
Zhao Ziming expressionlessly took out a fancy-mouthed lutz and handed it over: "It's for you to use for self-defense."
Ye Wei was extremely pleasantly surprised: "It's really for me."
She held the pistol and looked left and right, not above it, and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
"If you know how to use it, I'll teach you."
Zhao Ziming said, extending his hand dishonestly.
Just as the Eighth Route Army's assembly horn rang, Ye Wei quickly packed the medical kit: "I'm leaving.
I don't need you to teach me.
I'll ask Political Commissar Ye to teach me later.
He can shoot accurately."
Zhao Ziming had no choice but to watch Ye Wei hurried away, standing in the Eighth Route Army team talking and laughing with his comrades, without even looking at him, and couldn't help but feel fuming.
The Daqingshan detachment returned to the station.
Wu Changqing held a meeting of cadres above the company commander to discuss the next battle plan.
He said that at present, Chen Zikun's attitude towards our army is quite friendly.
This is a good sign and we can free up strength.
Come to deal with the Japanese, take this opportunity to fight a big battle, and show the prestige of the Eighth Route Army.
Ye Xuefeng immersed himself in taking notes and did not express his opinion.
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After the cadres left, he said: "Old Wu, I always feel that something is wrong.
This Chen Zikun is cunning and cunning, and he is good at winning people's hearts.
Don't let him intoxicate you."
Wu Changqing smiled and said: "Xuefeng, don't worry.
When the Kuomintang bribed me with high-ranking officials and generous salaries, I didn't blink an eye.
How could I be bribed with a gun?
I think people are not wrong.
This Chen Zikun is truly anti-Japanese."
"Okay, I agree with your plan."
Ye Xuefeng was also very happy.
After sending Wu Changqing away, Ye Xuefeng sat alone, lit a cigarette and began to think.
There was a rustling sound at the door, and he asked sharply: "Who?"
"Me."
Ye Wei walked in quietly.
Ye Xuefeng looked at his watch and saw that it was eight o'clock in the evening.
He immediately said with a straight face: "Why are you not sleeping at this late hour?"
Ye Wei said aggrievedly: "People come to you to learn how to shoot."
"What gun" "This."
Ye Wei happily handed over a handgun.
The heavy pistol was black and shiny and was fully loaded with bullets.
Ye Xuefeng couldn't help but lower his head and look at his sidearm.
It was a counterfeit rifle from the Shanghai Arsenal.
It often jammed and the workmanship was not very good.
"Comrade Xiaoye, where did this gun come from?"
Ye Xuefeng said seriously.
"It was given as a gift."
"Who sent it?"
"Zhao Ziming."
"Everything seized must be returned to the public.
Don't you know this discipline?"
Ye Xuefeng's voice became stern.
"I" Ye Wei didn't expect this result, so she pinched the corner of her clothes and muttered.
"Leave the gun and go."
Ye Xuefeng continued to write notes with a cold face.
Ye Wei pouted and went out.
As soon as he reached the door, he heard a voice from behind: "Stop."
A small spark of hope flashed in his heart, and he turned his head happily, but heard Ye Xuefeng say coldly: "Write a profound self-reflection, you must More than 800 words, leave it to me tomorrow
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