Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 309 Comrades, welcome home
Among the crowd, a young man in a short jacket talked eloquently about his ideals and ambitions.

A group of young people of similar age who listened to his speech heard the climax, or stood up, or waved their fists, as if they wanted to wave out their ambitions together.

On the side, there is a group of people ranging from twenty to forty years old. They looked at the young people in front of them, with smiles on their lips, approval in their eyes, and a look of memory on their faces, as if thinking of themselves.

"Comrades, in 1889, Mr. Tan died for the political reform. Now is the time for us to dedicate ourselves to the revolution. Don't be afraid. Someone will pass on the fire of revolution. For the sake of the country and the nation, let us face the butcher's knife of the Japanese aggressors and die a worthy death. , Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Wangmen went to Zhizhi to think of Zhang Jian, and endured death to wait for Dugan. I laughed to the sky, and I will go to Kunlun." The young man looked solemn, and Zhou Weihan couldn't help throbbing in his heart with his generous and sad words.

However, the sudden appearance of Zhou Weihan and Terauchi Yong disrupted the rhythm of the youth's speech.

Zhou Weihan was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, while Temple Yong was dressed as a Japanese officer.

Let everyone stand up suddenly, or look at the two people with hatred or hatred, wanting to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

"Zhou Jun, your group of comrades don't seem to be very friendly. They look at us two fiercely like wild wolves!" Terauchi Yong is also a China hand, and he understands most of what he said just now, and said half-jokingly.

"Did you not explain the situation to them?" Zhou Weihan asked,

"I have a lot of things, but I just asked my subordinates to bring them out of the prison. Maybe there is some misunderstanding in the middle, Mr. Zhou, I will leave it to you here!" After Teraiyong finished speaking, he walked out very wittily, and Leave it to Zhou Weihan.

Zhou Weihan had thousands of words in his heart before, but when he came to him, he only came out with one sentence: "Comrades, welcome home!"

Zhou Weihan's words stunned everyone present.

Come back home?

With the arrival of the little devil, many people have already lost their families. The organization is the only home, and comrades are relatives.

"Comrades, the organization has not forgotten you and has been trying to rescue you. Now I will take you home!" Zhou Weihan said again.

At this moment, everyone was finally convinced that the man in the Eighth Route Army uniform in front of them was their comrade.

For a while, some people had tears in their eyes, some howled their heads, and some laughed.

They are not afraid of death, otherwise they would not experience the severe torture of the enemy, and they would still be unyielding, otherwise they would not go to death calmly without knowing the truth.

What we cry is for the rest of our lives after the catastrophe, and for being able to continue to contribute to the revolution.

"Hello, comrade, my name is Ji Zhongyou!" The young man who was speaking just now stepped forward quickly and held out his hand.

Only now did Zhou Weihan see that the nails on his right hand had been pulled off, and scars were faintly visible under the jacket.

Ji Zhongyou is the third son of Mr. Ji Zhuowu.

In the Handan education field, Mr. Ji Zhuowu is one of the founders of Handan modern education and a representative of progressive intellectuals.Before the fall of Handan, he served as the director of the county education bureau and was highly respected in the education circle of Handan.

After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he returned to his home in Wulipu to live in seclusion. Wang Manqing, the pseudo-county magistrate, asked him many times to take charge of the education work in Handan because of his old acquaintance, but Mr. Ji refused.

After the establishment of the anti-Japanese government in Handan County, he was appointed as a government member and a member of the battlefield committee. He also sent his two sons to the anti-Japanese front line to join the national war.

In 1940, Ji Zhongyou was arrested for carrying out anti-Japanese activities in the Handan area. The false county magistrate Yang Zhaoji personally came forward and released Ji Zhongyou on bail on the condition that Mr. Ji came out to work for the county government, but Mr. Ji sternly refused.

Zhou Weihan shook hands with him lightly, and then said: "My name is Zhou Weihan, the leader of the independent detachment of the Eighth Route Army!"

After hearing this, Ji Zhongyou showed doubts. He was imprisoned earlier, and the independent detachment was only established at the beginning of the year, so he had never heard of it.

"It's only been established recently, comrade, how many people do you have in Xinghuo Club?" Zhou Weihan asked.

"There are 132 members of our Xinghuo Society here, and some are scattered in various counties in southern Hebei. We can't contact them for the time being!"

While the two were talking, another person from the crowd came out.

"Hello, Comrade Zhou. My name is Wang Huazhong. I was engaged in underground work in Feixiang County before I was imprisoned. Thank you for your rescue!" Wang Huazhong said excitedly, holding Zhou Weihan's hands tightly.

More and more people gathered around, wanting to say something thankful to Zhou Weihan.

Zhou Weihan hurriedly stopped and said loudly: "Comrades, the organization entrusted me to rescue the comrades in prison. If you want to thank, thank the organization. I personally deserve it. Now everyone is safe, go back to the base first!"

A group of people followed Zhou Weihan out of the station hall, and the monk and others conducted a simple inspection of the ammunition.

Then Zhou Weihan assigned a soldier to inform Wang Ying and others who were hiding nearby, and immediately entered the train station to transfer supplies.

Zhou Weihan was afraid that the temple would be tricky, so he kept a hand, and led the people to go ahead, and the rest stayed behind to wait for the notice.

Not long after, Jing Dagang, Wang Ying and others arrived with a large force.

Considering the frailty of these comrades who had just been released from prison, Zhou Weihan arranged some carriages and asked soldiers from a company to escort them back first.

A team of 72 people was called because there are too many rails to be transported, and the materials to be transported back are only 7 tons, which is more than [-] catties per person.

"One regiment is responsible for the guards along the way, and the cavalry regiment, supply battalion and militia are responsible for transportation. Vehicles and horses can come first!"

Zhou Weihan gave an order, and everyone started to move.

The rails were piled outside the train station, and personnel then entered the station to move supplies to cars.

Wang Ying led more than a dozen officers to record the quantity of materials loaded on the truck.

Looking bravely in the temple, looking along the Hanchang Highway, one after another torches were lit, and the long queue of the team couldn't see the end at a glance, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the power of the people?"

When Zhou Weihan heard about it, he glanced at Si Neiyong in surprise.

Terauchi Yong seemed to sense Zhou Weihan's surprise, and immediately said: "Your Communist Party's writings, political program, and guidelines have also been studied internally!"

"After reading "On the Protracted War" and combined with the scene in front of me, I seem to have a premonition that we will not win the final victory in this war, and that failure will come sooner or later. Unfortunately, most people are blinded by the victory in front of them. We must insist on expanding the flames of war!" Si Nei Yong said with emotion.

Perhaps this is why Terauchi is different from most Japanese soldiers. He also wants to find a way out for the future.

Zhou Weihan felt the need to re-examine Terauchiyong. He was just regarded as a greedy businessman before, but he did not expect him to have such a high level of insight and awareness.

But Terauchiyong's next words caught Zhou Weihan off guard.

"War is irrational, making money is the right way, great deal!"

Fuck, Zhou Weihan cursed in his heart.

(End of this chapter)