Ye Xuefeng single-handedly entered the tiger's den and impressed Hashimoto Takayoshi with his fearless spirit.
All the Japanese troops in Beitai surrendered.
Seeing the white flag raised above the gun tower, Wu Changqing took a deep breath, put down the telescope, and ordered the troops to enter the city.
Three thousand Japanese soldiers gathered in the playground.
The officers handed over their sabers and the soldiers piled their weapons into a hill.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers were on guard all around to prevent anyone from jumping over the wall unwilling to fail.
But the strange thing is that so many Japanese soldiers had guns and cannons. , there was enough ammunition and food, and the emperor really surrendered with just one word, and no one had the intention of resisting.
Seeing the former invaders crestfallen, the Eighth Route Army soldiers felt happy.
When the people in Beitai heard that the Japanese had surrendered, they rushed to the streets and jumped and danced.
Firecrackers sounded one after another, making it more lively than the Chinese New Year.
The Japanese expatriates who used to be superior were all huddled at home, with their doors closed and afraid to come out.
The imperial army surrendered, and their protective umbrella was gone, for fear that the angry Chinese would tear them into pieces.
The puppet soldiers were panic-stricken.
Although they had expected this day, they did not expect that the Eighth Route Army would come to receive them.
Their relationship with the Eighth Route Army was not good in private.
Seeing that a disaster was coming, the official brought his gold and silver treasures and his wife.
Taking the opportunity to escape, the soldier threw away his gun, took off his uniform, and ran away.
There was also the master who was not willing to fail.
He took dozens of brothers and wanted to go out of town to become bandits.
As a result, they were randomly shot by the Eighth Route Army and all of them were shot.
Die in the streets.
Hashimoto Takayoshi finally met his legendary old rival, the commander of the Eighth Route Army Wu Changqing.
The Chinese army has strong soldiers and large numbers, but even if it really works hard, the Japanese army may not be able to win.
"Your Excellency, Commander, I would like to say a few words to the soldiers, is that okay?"
Hashimoto Takayoshi said.
"Please."
Wu Changqing's expression was serious and polite.
Hashimoto Takayoshi stepped onto the stage and said with great sadness: "Soldiers, Japan has surrendered.
We have been defeated.
We are enemies of the whole world.
We cannot win.
I hope everyone can go home safely and be reunited with their wives and children."
With a "pop" shot, Hashimoto was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground on the spot.
The Japanese soldiers on the playground were in an uproar, but discipline remained.
They all lay down and no one ran around.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers in charge of the guard quickly located the shooter and restrained him.
Wu Changqing's face was ashen and he asked the health team to treat Hashimoto's injuries and Ye Xuefeng to deal with this emergency seriously.
The murderer was Cheng Shuanzhu.
He sneaked into the city and lurked on the roof of the building.
He shot Takayoshi Hashimoto five hundred meters away.
Just when he was about to fire the second shot, a stink delayed the event and was caught by the patrol.
He didn't resist and was calmly restrained.
Ye Xuefeng interrogated Shuan Zhu.
He first asked someone to untie the rope, handed him a glass of water, and asked him: "Shuan Zhu, it was you who fired the gun."
"It's me."
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"The dog's shooting is very accurate.
He can shoot from a mile away.
He is worthy of being from the secret service company."
"Political Commissar Ye, my marksmanship was not learned from the secret service company, but from hunting in the mountains."
Ye Xuefeng smiled: "Shuan Zhu, if the Japanese surrender, they will be prisoners.
Our Eighth Route Army is not interested in killing prisoners, do you know?"
Shuan Zhu said: "I know, but I am no longer the Eighth Route Army.
I want to avenge my father, my uncle, and the hundreds of fellow villagers in our village."
Ye Xuefeng said: "I know about the Chengjiazhai massacre.
I wish I could kill Hashimoto, but discipline and policy don't allow me to do so.
I also don't allow you to destroy the overall situation.
If you kill Hashimoto, you will trap the Eighth Route Army.
Unjust, do you understand?”
Shuan Zhu thought for a moment and said, "I understand."
Ye Xuefeng said: "Okay, let's go."
Shuan Zhu wondered: "You don't punish me."
Ye Xuefeng said: "You are not guilty of any crime, it's just that the shot was fired at the wrong time.
Don't worry, Hashimoto will not escape justice.
He is a war criminal, and we will try him."
The correspondent came in and reported: "Political Commissar, the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army is coming.
The commander wants you to come over immediately."
Ye Xuefeng's heart sank.
What was supposed to come had come.
He patted Shuan Zhu on the shoulder: "The war is not over yet.
If you want to join the Eighth Route Army, you are welcome at any time."
After that, he put on his military cap and hurried to the temporary command post.
The Japanese flag on the wall had just been pulled down, and the interior still maintained its original style, with wooden floors, tatami mats, and screens.
Wu Changqing stood in front of the map thoughtfully.
"Lao Wu, the Kuomintang came very quickly."
Ye Xuefeng walked in.
Wu Changqing smiled heartily and said: "It is better to come quickly than to come by chance.
After all, they are a step too late.
I have already prepared the troops for battle.
I will accompany them to the end, both soft and hard."
Outside the city, troops from a brigade of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army were looking murderously, mortars and heavy machine guns had been set up.
The troops were squatting in the field eating canned food.
After a good meal, they rushed into the city with an order and threw all the troops into the city.
Grab what belongs to you.
Chen Shou was so angry that he smoked.
He walked around, stamped his cigar hard under his feet, and cursed: "The Eighth Route Army is really unscrupulous.
Isn't this just a war?
I have to talk to them.
Shuangxi, you go in and tell me."
They, get out quickly, or we’ll start fighting.”
Shuangxi is now a colonel and brigade commander and a general of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
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He personally took action and entered the city in a jeep.
He found Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng to negotiate with them to evacuate and hand over the prisoners and Japanese weapons and equipment.
"Sorry, we have already accepted it."
Wu Changqing said.
"The highest authority ordered that the 18th Group Army and the newly formed Fourth Army be on standby.
Who asked you to move out without permission?
You are disobeying orders, do you know?"
Shuangxi asked aggressively.
Ye Xuefeng said: "We are following orders from the Eighth Route Army headquarters to surrender nearby.
Beitai has always been within the scope of our army's activities, and we came first.
Your army must be first-come, first-served."
Shuangxi said: "You tell me first come first served, okay, I tell you, Beitai was built by our Commander-in-Chief Chen himself, and this city belongs to us."
Ye Xuefeng sneered: "Beitai was built brick by brick by the working people, and it has nothing to do with any specific person."
Shuangxi said: "If you don't leave, you are preparing to start a fight."
Wu Changqing said: "Please do as you wish."
Shuangxi turned around and left, furious.
When passing by the playground, he saw the artillerymen of the Eighth Route Army playing with their trophies.
They were more than a dozen Type 92 infantry cannons.
The secret passage was not good.
The combat effectiveness of the Jiangbei Column had always been good, plus there were ample days.
Machinery, this battle may not be won.
He came back to report to Chen Shou that the scouts had also heard information about the Eighth Route Army.
This time the entire Jiangbei Column was dispatched, plus the county brigade, district squad, and martial arts team, etc., totaling more than 10,000 people, giving them an absolute advantage.
"This battle is not easy to fight.
Send a telegram and ask the commander-in-chief for instructions."
Chen Shou said sadly.
In the south of the Yangtze River, a large force of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army was marching in the fields.
The team was winding for miles, like a long snake.
Chen Qilin was standing on a hillock wearing an American military shirt, looking at the troops with a telescope and feeling full of ambition.
Suddenly, a motorcycle came speeding by.
The signal corps reported: "Military seat, the 89th Army is blocking the road ahead and won't let us pass."
The 89th Army is a unit of the Third War Zone.
Commander Ou Guangwu is Gu Zhutong's favorite general.
He has a bad relationship with the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
They have fought many times to compete for territory.
This time, he actually acted as a roadblock.
Chen Qilin greatly Angry, he immediately led a group of guards to negotiate.
The opponent was already well prepared, digging trenches, setting up machine guns, and an artillery regiment behind them, making it clear that they were going to fight a big battle.
Ou Guangwu and Chen Qilin were alumni of the Whampoa Military Academy, but they were only one year below.
At this time, they smiled and said: "I didn't know that Brother Qilin was here, so I missed you from afar.
I'm really sorry.
It's the wind that brought you here."
Chen Qilin sneered: "You're welcome, District Commander.
You put so many troops here to guard against me, right?"
Ou Guangwu said: "What are you talking about?
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Our troops are stationed here under the orders of the highest authorities to prevent the New Fourth Army from taking over the enemy and puppets."
Chen Qilin said: "Our unit is not the New Fourth Army.
Why are you stopping us?"
Ou Guangwu asked curiously: "Why are the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army here?
Chief Gu clearly has a telegram ordering all local armed forces to be stationed on the spot, and they are not allowed to act without authorization?"
As he spoke, he took out Gu Zhutong's warrant and displayed it proudly.
Chen Qilin was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
He was also a high-ranking Huangpu graduate, but he became a motley crew.
"The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army is a pilot project for US military aid.
How can the Sino-US coalition force be a local armed force?
Open your eyes and see if there are such local armed forces."
Chen Qilin pointed at his guard and shouted.
His guards drove four jeeps, all wearing khaki military uniforms and high military boots, wearing steel helmets, carrying carbines and submachine guns on their backs, chewing gum in their mouths, looking American.
On the other hand, the brothers in the 89th Army still wore coarse cloth military uniforms.
He wears a canvas bullet belt, gaiters and cloth shoes, and a medium-sized formal rifle.
He has a sallow complexion and thin muscles, and has a disheveled military appearance.
Ou Guangwu smiled and said: "Brother Qilin, let's put it bluntly, don't you just want to rush to take over the provincial capital?
I'm sorry, brother, I followed the order from the top and no one is allowed to pass.
It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders.
It's useless to say anything.
Either you send a telegram now and ask the principal to give the order personally, or you lead troops to attack.
Brother, I will accompany you to the end. " Speaking of this, Chen Qilin had no choice but to walk away.
Several jeeps drove away with smoke and dust.
Ou Guangwu sneered: "Fight with me, you are better off."
The staff officer stepped forward and said: "Military, they won't really fight, brothers can't resist."
Ou Guangwu said: "If he dares to fight here, Chief Gu will complain to the committee, remove him from office, and punish him."
The staff officers all laughed.
Ou Guangwu looked to the south and thought to himself, wondering if his elder brother would arrive in the provincial capital soon.
His eldest brother Ou Guangyan is the Jiangdong reception commissioner appointed by the highest authorities.
At this moment, he is rushing to the provincial capital with a battalion of troops to accept the surrender before everyone else, collect Japanese weapons and ammunition, reorganize the puppet army, and establish political power.
Outside the city of Jiangdong Province, a motorcade was traveling.
Ou Guangyan sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside.
He couldn't help but sigh: "It has changed a lot in more than ten years."
"Dad, taking over Jiangdong this time is a great achievement."
Ou Guangyan's son, Ou Jinbao, was dressed in a major's uniform, sitting majestically aside.
He was wearing a woolen military uniform on a hot day, but his hands were heavily covered, and his fat head was All sweaty.
"Well, that's natural."
Ou Guangyan was satisfied and narrowed his eyes.
The scenes from fifteen years ago came to mind.
Chen Zikun, I'm back again.
A roar came from overhead, and several transport planes passed by at low altitude.
The blue sky and white sun on the wings were very eye-catching.
"Dad, plane!"
Ou Jinbao pointed at the sky and shouted.
Ou Guangyan wondered who could be on the plane: