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Chapter 692: Turning Passive into Active

"Yes!"

"Why don't you greet me yet?"

Not long after Meng Fanle's team entered Heshun, they met an old man in white clothes, with a brush in his pocket and an iron bucket in his hand. The old man was writing a slogan on the wall and was staring at them intently.

Meng Fanle looked at the person in front of him whom he had thought about day and night for countless times, and for a moment, he was a little at a loss.

Everyone looked at each other and had already guessed the old man's identity.

"Send signal!"

"Notify Boss Wang that the person has been found!"

Long Wenjian called out to Yao Ma who was standing next to him, and Yao Ma immediately put his finger in his mouth and blew the agreed whistle.

Around Heshun, a penetrating whistle was heard by the remaining two teams.

"It's a signal!"

"We must have found someone!"

"What do we do now?"

Bu La looked at Wang Zhong beside him.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and slapped him directly on the helmet on his head: "You are the team leader now. All the people in your team must listen to you. If I'm not here, who are you going to ask?"

"Then let's go and meet them?" Bula was hit, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he said with a smile.

"We must reunite, but we must remain alert. This is the Japanese-occupied area, and the devils may appear at any time. We cannot let our guard down."

"I know!"

"Take your people and go meet them first. I have something else to do. I will come to find you later."

Bu La immediately gestured to the people behind him, and then took the lead to run quickly in the direction where the whistle came from. The rest of the people were divided into groups of three, looking around vigilantly.

However, Wang Zhong did not follow Bula, but rushed to the contact point that the guerrilla master Shihang told him when he returned to the west coast last time.

Not long after, Wang Zhong arrived outside an inconspicuous house. After confirming that this was the contact point that Master Shihang mentioned, he did not rush to knock on the door. Instead, he pricked up his ears and listened to the movement inside.

With Wang Zhong's current hearing ability, any movement within thirty meters cannot escape his perception.

There were five breathing sounds in the room.

Wang Zhong came to the stone wall, leaped over the top of the wall, and landed silently in the yard.

I saw that the door of the house was open, two people were sitting at the door, one was sitting on the steps, and the person who came was in the house.

"Master Shihang!"

As soon as Wang Zhong landed, he greeted the fat monk who was sitting on the steps.

"Donor Wang?" Upon hearing the familiar voice, Master Shihang immediately let go of the gun he had just touched and a smile appeared on his face.

"Why is the donor here?"

Wang Zhong smiled and stepped forward and said, "We have a comrade whose parents escaped from Peking. But just as they arrived in Heshun, the place was occupied by the Japanese. We learned the news from the letter his parents sent us."

"From Peking? Could it be that nerdy village chief?"

"They are just an elderly couple, both in their forties and under fifty."

"That should be it." said Master Shihang.

"Donor, do you want to take them back to the East Coast?" asked Master Shihang.

"If you can, bring it with you."

"By the way, when we came here, we met a group of refugees at the edge of the woods. They said they were from Lotus Town. Because they refused to accept the Japanese surrender, most of them were massacred. Only a few escaped into the woods, and they were often used as targets by the Japanese?"

When Master Shihang talked about these people, his expression became solemn. At this time, a teenager who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old with a dirty face said, "I am from Lianhua Town. Lianhua Town was indeed massacred by the devils. Only a small number of people escaped by chance. I know the group of people you mentioned. They are indeed from Lianhua Town."

Wang nodded. At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded: "Captain Wang, do you still remember me?"

Looking at the smiling little bookworm, Wang Zhong said with a smile: "Of course I remember. Even if I forget anyone else, I will never forget you."

"Thank you for telling me how to cross the river." The little bookworm still had a smile on his face.

As he spoke, Wang Zhong took out the book On Protracted War that he had picked up by the river and handed it to the little bookworm: "Don't lose such a good book next time."

"Oh my!" The little bookworm shouted excitedly when he saw the book for the first time: "I said it couldn't be lost, you see."

As he spoke, he excitedly held up the book to show everyone.

"Has this kid joined you?" Wang Zhong asked Master Shihang.

Master Shihang nodded and said, "It's better for him to follow us than to run around here by himself and run into the enemy's guns."

Wang nodded and looked at the little bookworm: "Did you lose the gun I gave you last time?"

"It's not lost! It's here!" The little bookworm lifted up his shirt, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and handed it to Wang Zhong: "Look, it's not broken at all!"

"It's just that we don't have enough bullets." He looked at Wang Zhong embarrassedly.

Wang Zhong untied the backpack behind him, took out a box of bullets and two magazines from the backpack, and handed them to the little bookworm: "Bullets are precious, especially pistol bullets. Find a place to hide them yourself. Just carry two spare magazines full of bullets with you at ordinary times. If you really get into a fight with the Japanese, when you use your pistol, the Japanese will not give you time to reload."

The little bookworm nodded: "I also have a spear, which was given to me by Master Shihang."

As he spoke, the little bookworm ran into the house excitedly, took out an old Type 38 rifle, and handed it to Wang Zhong like he was presenting a treasure.

Wang Zhong took the Type 38 rifle and pulled the bolt skillfully to eject the bullet from the chamber. In no time, he disassembled the three rifles into parts.

"Not bad. The rifling has not been worn out yet and the accuracy is also good." As he spoke, he skillfully reassembled the disassembled gun and loaded the ejected bullets one by one.

"Do you know how to shoot?" Wang Zhong handed the gun back to the little bookworm.

The little bookworm rubbed his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I know how to do it, but I'm not accurate."

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "Marksmanship is something that is developed through the use of bullets. Just practice it slowly."

"When a real fight breaks out, don't just think about hitting the devils. Protect yourself first and find the right moment to shoot. Don't rashly expose yourself to the devil's gun. Save your life and practice your marksmanship well, so that you can kill more devils and drive the invaders out of our country."

"Okay! I've got that in mind." The little bookworm nodded excitedly in agreement.

"Master Shihang! I came here this time to ask for your help."

"Why are you being polite to us? We are all fighting the Japanese. If you can use us, just ask."

"We have thirty-three people this time. We are a big target and will definitely not escape the enemy's detection. In the end, the two sides will definitely exchange fire." "I hope you can bring the guerrilla brothers to support us. As long as we can withdraw from Heshun and get into the forest, we will not be afraid of any more enemy soldiers."

"That's right, this forest is our world. If the Japanese get in, I guarantee they will be lost."

A young man in his twenties wearing a headscarf said confidently.

"If we really start a fight, the surrounding Japanese will definitely come to support us after hearing the gunshots. You are more familiar with the distribution of Japanese troops near Heshun and where to set up ambushes than we are."

"Do you want to ambush the Japanese when they come to support you and catch them off guard?" Master Shihang's eyes lit up and he instantly became interested.

Several guerrilla members and little bookworms nearby also came over curiously.

Wang Zhong said: "If we only focus on retreating, we will definitely be in a passive position, but this will put us at a disadvantage. Therefore, we must turn the passive position into the active position, make the Japs unable to figure out our movements, and then give them a few hard hits to hurt them."

"As long as we can kill a few more devils, it's worth dying for." said the young man with a turban on his forehead.

Several guerrilla members around nodded.

Did the Sichuan Army have a hard life? In the eyes of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army, it was hard, but compared with the guerrillas fighting behind enemy lines, the Sichuan Army had a very good life with no worries about food and clothing.

"Master Shihang, this is going to be a tough battle, so don't be stingy. Use all the guns and ammunition I gave you last time. If we can survive this time, I'll give you a better batch later."

"Amitabha!"

"All is up to the donor."

"Oh, by the way, bring the heavy machine guns and set them up on the slope. Let the Japanese have a taste of the heavy machine guns."

“That scene must be very exciting!”

"That's right. When those devils are mowed down by heavy machine guns, it's just like mowing down a field of wheat. It must be very satisfying to mow down a large area of ​​them."

The guerrillas also began to look forward to it.

Wang Zhong took off the roller from his body and took out the terrain and defense map of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait that he had drawn by himself. He pointed to the area near Heshun and asked Master Shihang about the distribution of the Japanese troops.

Soon, Wang Zhong and the guerrillas worked out a preliminary plan.

Just as Wang Zhong put away the map, a sudden burst of gunfire broke the peaceful silence.

Wang Zhong immediately put away the map, put it on his back, and said to Master Shihang: "Master, according to the predetermined plan, you lead the guerrilla brothers to ambush first, and after we fight our way out, we will lead the devils to your side."

"No problem, we'll prepare it right away and make sure it's a big surprise for the devils."

"That's right!"

The little bookworm looked at Wang Zhong who was about to leave and hurriedly called out to him, "Captain Wang, you must come back safely."

"Do not worry!"

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "I still need to teach you how to shoot a gun."

A smile appeared on the little bookworm's face.

Wang Zhong immediately left the house with his gun in hand and rushed towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

Master Shihang also immediately took his people away from here. As soon as they went out, they dispersed. Some called people, some went to get equipment.

Two minutes later, Wang Zhong arrived at a rooftop and looked at Bula and others who were confronting the Japanese army in the alley, and nodded with satisfaction.

Wang Zhong trained them in special operations methods to make them adapt to close combat in this kind of environment. The two sides confronted each other in the criss-crossing alleys. There were only thirty of them, and it would take a while for the Japanese reinforcements to arrive.

It’s just that the Japanese army had been operating in Heshun for a longer time and was more familiar with the terrain.

The three teams covered and cooperated with each other, moving through the streets and alleys, and tacitly eliminated the Japanese troops that came to attack them.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved and the training was effective, Wang Zhong no longer held back. He aimed at a Japanese squad leader and shot him in the head. Then he quickly emptied the bullets in the gun, immediately changed positions, and quickly added bullets to the gun.

After a while, the sound of grenade explosion was heard.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense, but Wang Zhong did not go to the place where the battle was most intense. Instead, he rushed to the two huge ancient trees in the center of Heshun. The terrain there was relatively high, and he could have a panoramic view of half of Heshun.

With two shots, Wang Zhong killed the two devils behind the tree. He then quickly occupied the big old tree and called out the names of the Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards the area with the most gunfire in the distance.

In less than five minutes, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers died at the hands of Wang Zhong.

Bula, Long Wenjian and others also cooperated tacitly and wiped out the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who were in a stalemate with them.

After the battle ended, Wang Zhong came to the crowd and said, "The nearest reinforcements from the Japs will arrive in an hour. We must hurry."

Everyone will return to Meng's father's house, and after a short rest, they will start packing their things and prepare to evacuate.

"Take my book with you!" Father Meng walked up to Meng Fanle and after hesitating for a while, he still said to Meng Fanle.

Meng was annoyed but turned around and ignored him. The Japanese reinforcements could arrive at any time and they didn't even have time to escape. Carrying the books with them would only add to their burden.

"Take my books with you!" But Mr. Meng was a book lover. He was reluctant to leave his books behind even though the journey was thousands of miles from Peking to Heshun.

"Fuck your uncle!" Meng was annoyed by his father and pointed his gun at him.

Father Meng was stunned. His own son was pointing a gun at him.

The people around were also stunned.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly slapped Meng Fanle on the back of his head, causing him to stagger.

Wang Zhong said with a dark face: "Our guns are aimed at the Japanese devils, not at our compatriots, not to mention that he is your father."

Father Meng looked at Meng Fanle who was knocked to the ground, his eyes flickering, but he did not say a word. Instead, Mother Meng, who was next to him, walked forward worriedly to help Meng Fanle up, and asked with concern if he was okay.

"If I see you pointing a gun at one of our compatriots again, I will immediately put you to military court."

"Mysterious Dragon!"

"not spicy!"

"Sangmen Star!"

"Go pack up all of Mr. Meng's books and take them with you." Wang Zhong gave an order, and the three of them immediately walked towards Mr. Meng's study.

"China is so big that there is still room for a desk for you." Wang Zhong looked at Mr. Meng and said.

"Thank you, sir." Old Master Meng bowed to Wang Zhong, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Meng Fanle who was being supported by his mother.

Wang Zhong just nodded and said nothing. Long Wenjian said to everyone, "Don't just stand there. Go up and help. Mr. Meng has so many books. The three of them can't take them all."

Twenty minutes later, everything was packed up and everyone walked out of the Meng residence and started their journey home.