Zhang Caiqin was a traffic officer of the Anti-Japanese Alliance. He was generally responsible for transmitting some information, and occasionally did some needlework for the Anti-Japanese Alliance fighters.
The man picking qin was a company commander of the Anti-Japanese Alliance. He was captured by the Japanese a few years ago and disappeared without a trace. It seemed that he was in danger.
Xiaowuzi has been in the team since he was a child, and the members of the Anti-League team take care of him as their own child. Caiqin even needed food and clothing, and she often thought about this motherless child.
Xiaowuzi was very cold, and his hat and coat were all worn out. In this weather, not wearing a hat can freeze one's ears off. Xiaowuzi rubbed his hands from time to time and then covered his ears. But fortunately, he kept walking and his body wasn't that cold.
Climbing up a mountain, I looked back and saw the figures of several Japanese soldiers four or five miles away, clearly visible on the white snowfield.
These beasts must have massacred the people in the entire village and did not want to let a single person alive, so they followed them.
Xiaowuzi was very familiar with the mountains. It wasn't that he couldn't get rid of them, but he hated these beasts so much that he gritted his teeth and planned to find a place to kill them.
Xiao Wuzi found a relatively large birch tree, and used the bayonet in his hand to make deep horizontal cuts on the tree twice, and then made another vertical cut.
Then use a bayonet to pry open one end, grab it with both hands, and tear it out with force. After a while, a whole piece of bark was peeled off.
Then he cut two hardwood branches nearby, sharpened both ends, made four openings in the bark, and used the branches to prop them up. The rolled bark is supported into a boat-shaped sledge.
Xiaowuzi carried the sledge and climbed another hill before finding his destination.
This is a cliff, with a gentle slope on one side and a steep cliff on the other, with a height difference of thirty or forty meters.
This cliff is facing the west and is a wind outlet, so in winter, the snow blowing from a distance will settle here, forming a snow nest.
This is a natural hunting ground. In previous years, Xiao Wuzi could pick up frozen roe deer, wild boar and other larger prey here.
This year's snow was heavier than in previous years, and the cliff was flattened by snow, forming another gentle slope. People who don't know the details will never see that this is a dangerous area that can kill people.
Little Wuzi slowly climbed to the top of the slope with the sledge, stopped, looked at the dim and misty sun in front of him, then looked back at the figures following him in the distance, took a deep breath, and started running After a few steps, he flew up.
The wide birch bark sledge touched the snow surface first and slid down the slope quickly. Xiao Wuzi's whole body lay prone on the sledge and rushed down.
The wind whistled in my ears, and the trees on both sides retreated quickly. Xiao Wuzi held two thick branches tightly with both hands, and the bark on them was so pricked that his hands were covered with burrs.
With this slip, he slid more than two miles out of the thick snow. There was a deciduous forest ahead. Xiaowuzi felt that he had reached solid bottom, so he waded through the snow with his feet to slow down. After slowing down, he jumped off the sledge and went into the forest.
Xiaowuzi walked back half a circle in the forest, using the cover of the trees to run back to the side of the cliff. When they reached a distance where they could see the whole scene, Xiao Wuzi hid behind a big tree and pulled out the burrs on his hands while observing the situation on the cliff. He calculated that the time was almost up.
Sure enough, six Japanese soldiers climbed up the cliff. They had been following Xiao Wuzi's footsteps.
When we got here, there were no traces, but there was a long skid mark extending from here to the woods in the distance.
A Japanese soldier was about to sit on the snow and slide down, but he just jumped forward and fell into the soft snow. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. Other Japanese soldiers could still hear his exclamations.
Another Japanese soldier probably wanted to hold him back, so he stretched out his hand and ran out.
Then, the top of his head and feet also plunged into the thick snow. Only one of the Japs' sergeants was calm enough to hold the others back, thus saving the lives of the remaining few.
The two fallen Japanese soldiers had stopped moving. These people's claws were numb and they didn't know what to do. It doesn't matter if you save it, or if you don't save it.
The group of people waited for a full hour. Seeing that it was getting dark, the Japanese Army Sergeant gritted his teeth, waved his hand and led the remaining three people towards the road they came from. He no longer cared about these two men who did not know whether they were alive or dead.
Xiao Wuzi didn't expect that the Japanese military commander had the determination to cut off his tail to survive. It didn't achieve the effect he expected, and he was very aggrieved.
But there was nothing he could do. The Japanese were not fooled. It was impossible for him to kill so many people with one bayonet.
After waiting for a while, feeling that the Japanese soldiers could not come back, Xiaowuzi drew out his bayonet and plunged into the snow.
The cliff is still quiet, only the wind blows and snow foam rustles on the trees.
The sun has already set, but the white snow makes the surroundings not too dark, and people can still be seen clearly.
Xiaowuzi emerged from the snow, wearing a Japanese soldier's cotton hat on his head, a Japanese cotton coat on his body, two belts around his waist, two guns under his arm, and blood on the bayonet in his right hand.
A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife and splashed into a bright flower on the white snow.
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The sky was bright, but I didn't know whether it was early or late, but there was thick fog on the mountain road.
A team is marching with no end or end in sight.
The soldiers in the team wore various styles of cotton-padded clothes, including small cotton-padded jackets with double breasts and cotton robes with diagonal breasts, but most of them were shabby.
Everyone had a dull expression on their face, no one spoke, they just moved their legs mechanically.
There seemed to be familiar faces to Xiao Wuzi, but he couldn't call anyone by name.
A tall man walked past leading a horse. He had a pair of insightful eyes under his dog-skin hat. He wore a gray military uniform under his sheepskin coat. There were box cannons on the left and right sides of his cowhide belt.
This was a person that Xiao Wuzi would never forget. When he walked past Xiao Wuzi, he didn't say anything, but just smiled gently, his smile full of pampering and relief.
Xiaowuzi opened his mouth and wanted to ask the commander where he was going, but in an instant, the commander had already entered the fog.
A thin young man walked over, without a hat, and his two-inch-long hair stood up unruly.
Behind the thick glasses, a sea of wisdom shines.
He didn't say anything, but touched Xiao Wuzi's hair, patted Xiao Wuzi on the shoulder, and then walked forward again.
Xiao Wuzi felt the warmth of those hands and wanted to say a few words to the political commissar, but he also walked into the fog.
Wiping the tears that had flowed out of his face with his coat sleeve, Xiao Wuzi felt that something was blocking his chest, making him feel a little stuffy.
He didn't know why he was crying or why he was so sad.
The team was still marching in the thick fog, with no head or tail visible.
A man came slowly on a horse, with some frozen snot on his beard hanging under his nose, crystal clear.
Both hands were not holding the reins, but one hand was holding a cigarette bag, and the other hand was holding a cigarette pot and digging into it for cigarettes.
Xiaowuzi finally spoke: "Dad, what are you doing? Why don't you take me with you?"
His father glared at him seriously and scolded him: "You idiot, you are busy with business, what are you doing with this little kid?"
Xiao Wuzi grabbed the reins of the horse but didn't let go, crying sadly.
“Dad, you don’t want me anymore?
Dad, I promise to be obedient and not make you angry. "
His father opened his hand angrily, but did not scold him again. Instead, he said gently: "Go back and wait. Dad will buy you delicious food when he comes back. Dad and the commander are going to do something important."
Xiaowuzi suddenly thought, isn't the commander dead? The political commissar also died.
Then I remembered that my father was dead too. He buried it on the hillside with his own hands.
I woke up suddenly with heart palpitations.
When I woke up, my face was still full of tears, and I remembered that this was just a dream.
Although he woke up, Xiao Wuzi was still immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself, with tears still flowing freely on his face.
Only then did he realize that none of his relatives were alive anymore, and he was still the orphan without a father and a mother.
The former secret camp has been burned to ashes. Only a few unburned black logs on the horse frame are still supporting each other, telling people a miserable story.
Xiaowuzi stood here for a long time, lit a few cigarettes that he took out from the Japanese soldiers, and inserted them side by side in the gaps in the wood. He muttered a lot of words in a low voice, but no one knew what he said.
After remembering the lost comrades, Xiao Wuzi picked up his gun, tightened his belt, and climbed up the back mountain.
Xiao Wuzi was very familiar with this area because he had lived in this secret camp for several years. Here he learned to read, learn to count, learn to shoot, and learned to fight Japanese soldiers.
Here is his happy and sad childhood, recording every bit of his growth.
After entering the dense forest, I walked around in large circles for several times before finally seeing a very tall birch tree. Under the tree were three stones that seemed to have grown out of the soil.
After looking around to make sure there was no one there, Xiaowuzi took off his coat, removed the bayonet from his gun and inserted it into his waist. He spit into his hand and climbed up the tree using his hands and feet together like a monkey.
Climb to a place with branches and start counting, one, two, three, four, five, that's it.
Sure enough, there was a square piece of bark that was a little different in color from the surrounding ones. Xiao Wuzi used a bayonet to pry the bark open, revealing a small hole inside, with a piece of paper stacked upright lying diagonally. Xiaowuzi took out the paper and put it in his arms. Using his hands and feet, he slipped down from the tall tree, sat on the stone and opened the letter.
There isn't much in the letter, and it looks like it was written in a hurry when things were urgent. Xiao Wuzi only read it once and memorized everything. However, he did not destroy the information. Instead, he opened the lining of the cotton-padded jacket, stuffed the information into the cotton-padded jacket, fastened the buttons, and put on the coat. , turned around and walked towards the outside of the mountain.
There are mountains and mountains in the distance, and the setting sun is like blood, like a tragic and desolate picture slowly unfolding.
