Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 102 Revolution is not a dinner party
Hearing the gunshot, Zhou Weihan hurried forward, seeing the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Good marksmanship, who shot it?" Zhou Weihan asked, pointing to the body that had been shot in the left chest, with a pistol on his waist.

"It's Master Qin, this puppet soldier was running, and he was hit with one shot!" Huang Liang said happily.

"In the early years when Yuan Gongbao was training troops at the small station, Lao Qin joined the army. He joined the Jinsui Army in the Central Plains War, and was arranged by my brother-in-law to follow me." Zhang Fangyin, who was taciturn along the way, rarely said a few words,

"Hey, it's all happened in the past, don't mention it, old man." Lao Qin nodded the cigarette pipe in his hand and said with a sip.

"Master Qin, you are growing old and strong."

After everyone gathered, Dong Jiang also finished cleaning the battlefield. Because he was afraid that the puppet army would slip back and report the news, the soldiers were quick to act, and basically no one was left alive.

It was already dark at this time, Zhou Weihan led his people to walk out of the mountain.

When we arrived on the main road, everyone was exhausted after a long day of marching, especially the students and their families.

Seeing this, Zhou Weihan said: "There are only four puppet troops left behind in the stronghold. Let's get rid of them and spend the night in the stronghold today."

"Captain Zhou, don't we hurry up and act while it's dark?" Li Yousheng asked
"No, the guerrilla zone is in front of this stronghold, so it's much easier to walk. They've been walking for a day, but they can't move anymore." Zhou Weihan said.

There was no one on the roof of the stronghold, the searchlights were on but did not turn on, and the four puppet troops staying at the stronghold were all huddled in the stronghold.

Inside the stronghold, the four puppet soldiers stared wide-eyed, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"You said, why haven't the platoon leader come back yet?" a puppet soldier said.

"There's no way to be sure about this. The Eighth Route Army drilled into the woods, where to find it. The Japanese have to make trouble with themselves. Why don't they just guard the stronghold honestly? They have to give the Eighth Route Army a chance to shoot black guns." Another Said a puppet soldier.

"Pay attention. The Eighth Route Army is best at launching sneak attacks at night. Maybe it will take advantage of this night to take advantage of the stronghold." A puppet army joked.

"Old Wang, then go to the roof and watch."

"Go aside, I'm not going. This is a job to die. The Eighth Route Army always turns on the searchlights first. I'm not stupid."

Outside the stronghold, Zhou Weihan led the soldiers to stand in front of them openly, and behind them was a group of black and white people.

"Head, I went in and solved them." The monk said.

Zhou Weihan stopped the monk directly and said, "No need, just a few puppet soldiers."

"Listen, people inside, we have wiped out all the little devils and puppet troops who entered the mountain. You are already surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender wisely. Our Eighth Route Army treats the prisoners preferentially." Zhou Weihan cleared his throat and said loudly.

Inside the stronghold, the four puppet soldiers stood up suddenly, picked up their weapons in a hurry, approached the gun and looked outside.

"Damn it, Lao Wang, you are a crow's mouth. The Eighth Route Army is really here. Report to the higher-ups immediately."

The puppet army old king picked up the phone and shook it a few times: "Hello, hello, this is Beiting stronghold, hello!"

"Don't even think about calling for reinforcements. We cut the phone line long ago. I'll count to three. If you don't surrender, you will attack." Zhou Weihan said.

"One"

"What should I do? I can't get through the phone." Lao Wang stomped his feet anxiously.

"I don't know what to do. There are at least a hundred or so people out there. What can we do with our four guns?"

"two"

"Brothers, let me talk about surrender. Serving as a soldier for the Japanese is just to make a living. There is no need to fight the Eighth Route Army." The puppet old king said.

"three"

"Commander of the Eighth Route Army outside, we surrender, don't shoot."

Four guns were thrown out from the gun outlets, and Puppet Army Pharaoh walked out first.

Seeing this, the monk immediately led people to tie up several puppet soldiers.

"Let's go, we will spend the night at the stronghold tonight." Zhou Weihan said.

This stronghold has three floors. There are some supplies piled up on the first floor, and the second and third floors are the resting places for the defenders. It is not a problem to squeeze the [-] or [-] people down.

Zhou Weihan immediately ordered that women and children live on the third floor, and men live on the first and second floors.

"Dong Jiang, take people to the top of the building to guard, assign a night watch, and bring these puppet soldiers up, so as not to get in the way."

"Others, let's see what to eat in the stronghold?"

During the long march these days, they have been eating dry food, and finally they can eat something warm.

Li Daben led his people to set up a big pot and cook the porridge, and everyone finally ate a mouthful of hot porridge.

"It's the first time that I think white porridge can be so delicious." A student said, and the others nodded in agreement.

Several students are divided into a lunch box, you have one bite, and I have one bite.

"Your daily living conditions are definitely good, but you must be mentally prepared. The food provided by the Eighth Route Army is no match for your respective families." Zhou Weihan vaccinated them in advance.

"Captain Zhou, you are looking down on people. We have already prepared for it." A male student said.

Zhou Weihan suddenly smiled for no reason, yes, those students who made it here are all good, they gritted their teeth and followed the team closely without complaining.

"Head Zhou, why are you laughing? Could it be that what we said is wrong?" Shi Xiaorong frowned and said.

"I just looked at you and thought of me when I was young, you are all good."

"Commander Zhou, can you tell us about your revolutionary experience?" Everyone gathered together.

Looking at the immature faces of these students, Zhou Weihan expressed his feelings, and rarely talked about his own experience: "I was a student of Yanda University, it should be 34 years, the Japanese occupied the three eastern provinces, and North China was in danger. It was said that someone gave a speech, that was the first time I came into contact with the organization and met my teacher.

Later, the Japanese spread the news that the government was going to establish the Hebei-Chahar Political Affairs Committee, so we went to the streets to protest against North China’s autonomy and support the Suiyuan War of Resistance. Immediately afterwards, the authorities dispatched military police to disperse the students who marched. This is the 129 Movement. "

"Captain Zhou, you are all heroes." Shi Xiaorong said.

"Heroes? No, we just don't want the country to fall into the enemy's hands. We just want to do our part. The soldiers of the 29th Army who killed the enemy on the battlefield are heroes. If I could, I really wanted to fight with them. .

Later, my classmates and I joined the 29th Army Corps, and then in the battle of Nanyuan, when we retreated to Dahongmen, we were attacked by little devils. Tong Linge and General Zhao Dengyu were killed on the spot. More than 1500 members of the Corps just Less than half a year after enlisting in the army, only more than 600 people survived to Peiping City.

Later, I joined the organization with a few people, and most of the classmates around me died at the time. "Zhou Weihan never wanted to bring up the past, thinking that he would forget it, but this time, when he talked about it, every scene was so profound, some things had already been imprinted in his bones, and he couldn't forget it.

The eyes of the students gathered together were red and they clasped their hands tightly.

"I tell you this because I want to tell you that revolution is not a dinner party. Bloodshed and sacrifice are commonplace. You must be prepared."

"Look at this stronghold. Don't think it's so easy to attack today. Under the normal defense force in the stronghold, it can't be defeated without sacrificing dozens of people." Zhou Weihan finally said.

Seeing the students going to rest separately, Zhou Weihan smiled, with a trace of bitterness, grief, and hope in his smile.

Back then, his seniors also told him his own story, and today it is Zhou Weihan's turn.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

"We are all witnesses and participants of history." Zhou Weihan said to himself.

Some things cannot be forgotten.

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(End of this chapter)