Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

"Oh, you are looking for Mr. Miao!" The person who spoke was the old man who usually guards the gate of the ancestral hall.

After hearing this, the old man opened all the doors and signaled Zhang Guowen and the two to welcome them into the concierge and wait.

"No one in life has died since ancient times, and keep his loyal heart to reflect the history!" Zhang Guowen poked his head out and listened carefully to the sound of energetic reading from a room in the ancestral hall.

"That's great!" Zhang Guowen turned his head and smiled at the accompanying soldiers.

"Yes, Staff Officer Zhang, it's really good to have books to read. I didn't have the opportunity when I was a child. I didn't know how to read until I joined the army. What's the name of this poem?" The soldier's face was full of desire for knowledge.

"Crossing Ling Ding Yang written by Mr. Wen Tianxiang in the Southern Song Dynasty!" Before Zhang Guowen could answer, a calm and powerful voice came.

I saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a robe standing outside the gatehouse: "Two comrades from the Eighth Route Army, what do you want me to do today?"

"You are Comrade Miao Guolu's father, Mr. Miao?"

"Hey, Miao Guolu is the dog, but I can't bear the name of Mr. Two, please sit down!" Mr. Miao said with a wave of his hand.

Both their horses and their belongings were outside the ancestral hall. Zhang Guowen glanced at the accompanying soldiers, who immediately understood and got up and left the ancestral hall.

Zhang Guowen hesitated and didn't know how to continue the topic, but Mr. Miao asked, "How is the kid Guolu doing in the army? Didn't he cause trouble to the army?"

"Mr. Miao, Comrade Miao Guolu has performed very well in the army. He is educated, young and energetic. He is a good seed that the army urgently needs. He was studying in the cadre school of the military region a few years ago. After he came out, he served as a company secretary." Zhang Guowen talked about Miao Guolu's performance in the army one by one.

"This child doesn't even write a letter to his family. It's very good, very good!" Mr. Miao usually had the appearance of a strict father and strict teacher in front of Miao Guolu, but at this time the old father inevitably babbled a few more words.

The soldier who went out to get the things stood outside the gatehouse, listening to the conversation between the two inside the room.

"Then what's the matter with you this time?"

"Mr. Miao, Comrade Guolu died in the previous battle with the little devil in order to cover the retreat of the large army!" Zhang Guowen finished in one breath.

After hearing this, Mr. Miao seemed not to have heard it, but said: "Very good, very good. As soon as you came, I understood in my heart that sometimes no news is good news!"

"Guolu joins the Eighth Route Army. I support it. I am old. Guolu and his children are young. Now is the time when the country is dying and the nation is dying. These young people can contribute to the country and the nation. A force is what it should be!"

Mr. Miao's words made Zhang Guowen awe-inspiring. Even though he had experienced similar scenes more than a dozen times before coming to Shang'an Village, Zhang Guowen still had tears in his eyes.

"Okay, why are you crying? Where did Guolu die? Where was he buried?" Mr. Miao asked word by word.

"Hua County in the Hebei-Shandong-Henan region!"

Hearing this, the soldier outside the door walked in holding the urn, and then said: "Mr. Miao, these are the ashes of Comrade Miao Guolu!"

"Sir, we were fighting at that time, and the situation did not allow us to send Comrade Miao Guolu's body back, so we had to," Zhang Guowen explained.

"I understand, I understand!" Mr. Miao took the urn and hugged it in his arms, and then solemnly placed it on the desk of the concierge.

Zhang Guowen then took out a meritorious service certificate and a wooden sign from the package and handed them to Mr. Miao.

I saw that the certificate of meritorious service read: The Political Department of the Eighth Route Army Hebei-Luyu Military Region.

Comrade Miao Guolu and all the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment, First Battalion, Third Company and Second Platoon of the Fourth Regiment successfully blocked the Japanese chariot troops with their lives during the anti-sweeping in the south, and bought opportunities for the main force. In accordance with the meritorious service regulations of the Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region, the collective first-class meritorious service of the soldiers of the third company and the second platoon was recorded once, and this meritorious service certificate was issued as proof.

Tan Lin, Political Commissar of the Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region of the Eighth Route Army
Li Fengnian, Director of the Political Department
Nov. 1941, 4

Another wooden sign is about the size of a palm and has a very simple shape. It reads: The Home of the Heroes, and the name of Miao Guolu is written in the lower right corner.

A flimsy meritorious service certificate and a signboard of the Home of the Heroes seemed to weigh a thousand catties in Mr. Miao's hands, and then he said tremblingly: "Okay, okay, this kid from Guolu is for the Miao family." It's a glory, it's a glory to the entire Shang'an Village, he is more qualified than me to enter the Miao Family Ancestral Hall!"

"Sir, this is Comrade Guolu's pension and pension food, please accept it!" Zhang Guowen said as he took out another envelope from his pocket, which contained six ocean dollars.

Dayang has more purchasing power, and Zhou Weihan specially ordered Dayang to distribute the pension.

"I don't want things anymore. I'm just a bad old man. The village takes care of my food and housing, and every family's children also have school repairs when they go to school, so I don't lack food or clothing. I don't need pension food, and the pension is even worse." No need!"

"It's even more difficult for the army to fight against little devils. Take it away!" Mr. Miao spoke out with difficulty. He was wearing a robe that was still patched, and the color was washed a little pale.

Seeing this, Zhang Guowen didn't say much, the two of them solemnly paid a military salute, turned around and walked out of the gatehouse, but left the pension food and pension in the gatehouse.

Mr. Miao was pawing at the slag of the gatehouse with one hand, looking at the backs of the two leaving, his face was full of grief.

Then, with a stooped body, he walked step by step to the classroom where the students were.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of reading books full of vigor, and my originally stooped body became straight again.

Not long after Zhang Guowen and the two led the horse out of the ancestral hall, they ran into the head of the militia captain of Shang'an Village who had heard the news.

After the two parties briefly introduced their respective identities, Zhang Guowen said, "Captain Miao, I was planning to find you. Are there any other relatives in Mr. Miao's family?"

"No, my cousin's wife passed away early, and I never remarried after that, only Miao Guolu is the only one!"

"Ah? This!" Zhang Guowen exclaimed: "Wuyi County Party Committee, the head of the army has already said hello, but Mr. Miao still needs Captain Miao to take care of you!"

"This is what it should be. I will take care of my uncle in the future!"

After leaving Shang'an Village, Zhang Guowen and his wife moved on to their next destination.

According to Zhou Weihan's instructions, the representatives of each regiment must go to the home of each sacrificed soldier in person, must find out the situation of each family, and must do their best to solve the difficulties they may face in the future.

And every representative also resolutely implemented the three musts mentioned by Zhou Weihan, and contacted the local government, the local garrison, and the villagers' soldiers to actively solve the problem.