Old Sean and Catherine settled down in Jiangbei like this, but the battle scenes they longed to see did not appear.
Everything was as peaceful as before 1937.
The farmers farmed, rested, and went to the city to go to the market, day after day.
They live their pastoral life day after day.
Since there was no fighting, there were no wounded.
Old Sean was unable to use his skills as a field doctor and could only treat local farmers.
However, Catherine interviewed many guerrilla fighters and civilians and obtained a lot of first-hand information.
Catherine asked Chen Zikun why he maintained a tacit agreement with the Japanese army not to invade each other.
"It's not a tacit understanding, it's because neither side has the strength to change the status quo, which is the so-called strategic stalemate stage."
Chen Zikun explained, "Although our army has the ability to regain large cities, it cannot hold them.
The Japanese army also has the ability to concentrate its forces to sweep away and force us to into the mountains, but they do not have enough troops to defend the vast countryside.
The current situation is the result of countless bloodshed and sacrifices.
It is a balance that both sides are helpless about. " "But, after all, we are hostile parties.
If you need to go to the area occupied by the Japanese to do something, how can you ensure the safety of people coming and going?"
Catherine took a pencil and wrote on the notebook.
"There are no obstacles.
The number of Japanese troops is limited and they cannot block all roads.
Most of the defense is undertaken by the puppet army."
At this point, Chen Zikun laughed heartily.
"The puppet army, you know, they are just a bunch of people."
They dare not offend the Japanese, but they dare not offend me."
"Why?"
Catherine was puzzled.
"Because they are all locals, their wives, children, and children are still living here.
Their seven aunts and eight aunts, and their family's ancestral graves are all in Jiangbei.
Offending the Japanese is nothing more than death.
Offending me is a life worse than death.
Do you understand, that is a threat more terrifying than death?"
"Can you be more specific?"
"Normally speaking, we don't blame those puppet soldiers who serve the Japanese too much.
After all, everyone has to make a living.
There are many military and political personnel of the puppet government, ranging from division commanders to village chiefs and maintenance presidents.
Or the team captains and others in the stronghold will secretly do it for them.
We work, receiving the imperial army during the day and calling out the guerrillas at night.
We will always get news in advance of any Japanese raids.
As for those stubborn guys, we will execute them, and sometimes their families will suffer together.
Just destroy the whole family.”
Catherine took a breath: "Are you saying that the whole family must be killed, including the elderly and children?"
Chen Zikun said: "Not only that, even the ancestral graves will be dug up and the corpses exposed."
"It's too cruel."
Catherine's voice was trembling, "How many families have you killed so far?"
"In fact, no one has ever been exterminated.
These traitors are very clever.
They please both sides and no one is offended."
Catherine lamented: "Surviving in the cracks is a life without dignity."
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Chen Zikun said: "Don't feel sad for these traitors.
If you must watch a battle, the Eighth Route Army will attack the Japanese coal mines in Longyang recently.
I can arrange an interview for you."
Catherine said excitedly: "The Eighth Route Army is the army of the Communist Party.
I have always wanted to uncover their mysterious veil."
Without further ado, Chen Zikun immediately started making arrangements.
Two days later, Shuangxi led a squad of soldiers to escort Catherine to the vicinity of the county seat, where people from the Eighth Route Army picked her up.
A burly man stood under a big tree, wearing a top hat, sunglasses on his face, a black silk shirt with his arms open, a white coat underneath, a wide cowhide belt with a copper buckle around his waist, and two Mauser pistols inserted in it. , the front sight was down, the nose of the aircraft was wide open, and there was a Japanese Daisy bicycle parked next to it.
It looked like a traitor detective team.
The man bared his teeth and smiled: "My name is Zhao Ziming, and Chen Zikun is my uncle.
We are all our own people, so come with me."
Catherine said curiously: "You are the only one" "I am enough."
Zhao Ziming answered confidently.
So Catherine climbed onto the back seat of Zhao Ziming's bicycle and began a journey to the Eighth Route Army base area.
To get to Longyang, you need to cross a railway branch line.
The railway has always been a key defense area for the Japanese.
Not only are there gun towers and barbed wire fences, but there are also armored cars patrolling back and forth, making the defense airtight.
At ten o'clock in the night, Zhao Ziming took Catherine to the railway crossing and shouted to the gun tower: "Old Zhao has something to do today, brothers, please do it for your convenience."
The above replied: "Commander Zhao, please excuse me.
In two hours, the Japanese consultant will come to inspect, so we will not invite you to come up for tea."
Zhao Ziming cupped his hands and said, "Good bye."
In this way, they crossed the railway line without any danger and arrived at the base of the Eighth Route Army.
The female reporter from the United States was warmly received by Commander Wu Changqing and Political Commissar Ye Xuefeng.
Catherine's Chinese was not very good, and the Jiangbei Special Committee also sent an interpreter.
The staff came over, a middle-aged man with fair face and gentle manners.
He looked like a teacher.
He spoke good English.
His surname was Zheng.
He was said to have graduated from Jiaotong University.
The Eighth Route Army planned to attack the Shuanghe Coal Mine in Longyang County to pull out this nail.
The army had reserved weapons and ammunition for three months for this mission.
An emergency meeting was also held.
Ye Xuefeng said that this was a great opportunity to show the heroic resistance of the Eighth Route Army to the world, and he must not give it up.
However, Wu Changqing said that if the female reporter had a shortcoming, the gain would outweigh the loss.
Catherine watched them argue, and finally Translator Zheng said calmly: "We can Send soldiers to protect the safety of American friends.
If one squad is not enough, send a platoon.
In short, no matter what the cost, we must not only show the bloody fighting side of our Eighth Route Army, but also ensure absolute safety. " The Eighth Route Army sent ten soldiers to take charge of Catherine's safety.
The soldiers surrounded Catherine like a moving human wall.
When she needed to climb up to take pictures, the soldiers would set up human ladders.
When the troops maneuvered quickly, the soldiers would carry her on their backs.
She marches.
When the battle started, Catherine was only 200 meters away from the front line.
She saw with her own eyes that the soldiers fell one after another and fell under the gunfire of the Japanese.
In order to conquer a machine gun bunker, the Eighth Route Army sacrificed at least a dozen lives.
In the end, one A young soldier risked his life and rushed over, firing a grenade and killing the enemy together before clearing the roadblock.
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The battle lasted for six hours.
The red flag was finally planted in the Shuanghe Coal Mine.
The remaining enemies were eliminated.
Catherine was allowed to visit the battlefield.
There was still smoke everywhere, bullet holes were everywhere, blood flowed all over the ground, and the shutter of the camera clicked.
As she continued, Catherine's heart became heavier and heavier.
Turning around a low wall, a shocking scene appeared.
Hundreds of corpses were neatly arranged on the ground.
Just yesterday, they were lively young men, but today they have turned into cold corpses.
The parents, wives, children, Still looking forward to their return, Catherine picked up the camera, but silently put it down, tears welling up in her eyes.
Several soldiers were busy surrounding a body, trying to remove a light machine gun from his hands.
The flesh on his hands was burnt, and a big hole was ripped out of his stomach by bullets.
Translator Zheng narrated the story of this martyr.
It turned out that at the last moment of the battle, the Japanese could not hold on and tried to escape.
A squad leader broke out with a light machine gun.
The soldier stepped forward to stop the enemy, but at the critical moment, the bullets misfired. , he rushed forward and grasped the hot machine gun barrel tightly, exchanging his life for victory.
"Why did he do that?"
Catherine asked.
"For light machine guns, the Eighth Route Army lacks weapons.
Each company only has one machine gun.
It is easy to be suppressed by the enemy in battle.
In order to fight for a machine gun, a high price is often paid."
Zheng Translator said lightly.
Catherine said: "I have some money here.
Can you please pass it on to his family?"
Zheng translated: "He has no family.
His parents were burned alive by the Japanese during the raids.
His pregnant wife was also killed, killing one and two.
There are many soldiers with a fate like him."
That night, Catherine wrote a lot in her notebook.
The Eighth Route Army captured the Shuanghe Coal Mine, seized a large amount of military supplies, and suffered heavy casualties.
Wu Changqing asked Chen Zikun for assistance, so old Sean Stanley rushed to the Eighth Route Army's field hospital with his surgical instruments to perform operations on the injured soldiers, showing off his The director.
Under the tent of the field hospital, the trash cans were filled with blood-stained gauze and scraps of removed limbs.
An operation was underway.
Old Sean, wearing a mask and holding a hacksaw, amputated the limbs of a young soldier whose calf was blown off.
The soldier was only sixteen years old.
He had a faint layer of down on his lips, his eyes were extremely clear, and his legs were already suppurating.
If they were not amputated, they would be life-threatening.
But there was no more chloroform.
Old Sean could only perform amputation without anesthesia.
After all, he was an old military doctor who had experienced World War I.
He picked up the saw and pulled it quickly.
It only took less than a minute to cut off a leg.
Leg, the young soldier bit a wooden stick, sweating profusely in pain, but there was no sound from the beginning to the end.
"Forty seconds has already broken my record during the Battle of the Marne."
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Old Sean wiped the blood on his apron, lit a cigarette and sat on the ground, his hands shaking a little.
"Uncle, are you still holding on?"
Catherine asked with concern.
"My hands are fine, but my heart is not.
I'm old and my heart is weak.
I can't do this job unless I have enough anesthetic."
Old Sean shook his head, feeling a little depressed.
"I'll go find their commander to solve the problem."
Catherine quickly came to Wu Changqing's command department and heard a burst of exciting music.
What came from the radio turned out to be Japan's naval march.
Wu Changqing, Ye Xuefeng, Zheng Translator and others were listening to the radio, all with serious expressions.
This was broadcast by the pseudo-central government radio station.
A soft female voice said: "The Japanese Navy sank four aircraft carriers and two battleships of the U.S.
Navy at Midway Island, achieving a decisive victory.
Since then, the Japanese Empire has become the most powerful country in the Pacific
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