The storm began to dissipate after dark.
The mountain torrents roared in the valley all night long.
The five large pots in the cave also buzzed all night long, frying noodles, steaming mixed noodles and cooking.
It's still dark in the east.
The soldiers who were organizing their equipment and preparing to set off were already chattering.
The soldiers who had no chance to leave the mountain were dejected and tidied up the messy cave.
In the shack at the foot of the mountain, a woman was arranging the clothes of her man who was about to go on an expedition and whispered instructions.
The children are still sleeping and have no idea that their father is about to leave. Maybe this is the last time he will see him.
"Order, all militiamen with families should stay!" the correspondent's voice shouted in the shack: "One of the two brothers will go, and the two of the three brothers will go. If anyone dares to disobey and act randomly, Captain Qi has said, send out the militiamen." Team.”
The mountain people have not been contaminated by the bad atmosphere of Jiuying.
Banxian, the new village chief of Lingqiu Cave, began to count his personnel and re-establish the squad leader.
It’s a ragtag group anyway, and it doesn’t matter who is the platoon leader.
"Why do we only have ten bullets each?" He stayed up almost all night, and the tired faces were full of complaints.
"The first discipline of the Lingqiu Guerrilla Squadron." Banxian stood in front of the militiamen and glanced back and forth: "Obey orders."
"Now." Then, the correspondent shouted: "Eat!"
Three large buckets of porridge and three large boxes of mixed flour buns were carried to the front of the team.
The sky in the east began to whiten.
After some time, the light from the east illuminated the top of the mountain.
It's finally dawn.
The militia training square outside the shack was deathly silent.
Groups of militiamen with families were dejected, carrying their rifles and holding red tassel guns and began to disperse in all directions: it was time to change sentries.
Then, the troops in uniforms halfway up the mountain walked down the mountain singing a loud song: "Forward, forward, forward, our team."
Instructor Qin once again warned Old Bandit Qi: "There are things to be careful about on the way, and if something goes wrong, you can't do anything."
Old Bandit Qi waved his hand: "Hey, this is the third time you've said that."
"Bring everyone back to me." What instructor Qin didn't know was how much trouble his words caused.
"Don't worry." Qi Lao Qi looked at the militiamen on the playground outside the shack below.
Walking up to the team, Banxian thought he was going to speak: "Everyone welcomes the captain to speak."
"Ahem." Old bandit Qi had a straight military uniform soaked in rice soup, a clean military cap, and the brim of the hat was curved in the same arc as Hu Yi.
He looked around and said, "Ah"
The militiamen were all ears, ready to hear what the captain had to say.
Instructor Qin was going to wait for Old Bandit Qi to finish speaking, add a few words, emphasize the three major disciplines, and talk about the eight points of attention.
"Let's go!" Old Bandit Qi shouted.
Instructor Qin, who had been the company commander before but had changed his identity, was recalling the content of his previous instructor's speech and was still considering what opening remarks to use when the team had already set off.
"Hey, are you leaving now?"
The mountaineers who got up early and followed them out of the mountain were a little nervous and a little excited. They had shuttlecocks in their hands, ropes and sacks tied to the ends of their shoulders. Otherwise, they were covered in patches. They looked like bandits preparing to go down the mountain to rob a rich man.
The team walking in front sang again, this time the song was different: "The wind is roaring and the horses are braying."
The militiamen following behind hummed to the tune, and the mountain people followed the tune again.
The sound woke up the sleeping people, and the entire mountain began to come alive.
Full of energy.
Soon the rhythm becomes a mess and the sound disappears.
Then, a certain voice started again: "Forward, forward, forward. Get ready to sing."
Bandit Qi, who was walking at the front of the team, shouted from time to time with the correspondent returning from the front.
The correspondent sent back the news that the leading soldiers had set out before dawn to find out.
The bullet bags of these inexperienced militiamen behind them were loaded with bullets for the first time.
I haven't realized the ruthlessness of bullets yet.
The old bandit Qi, who has been walking in the hail of bullets, feels like he has returned to the past.
At that time, the most popular songs were obscene and ditty, and I walked in the middle of the group.
Finally, I was in the first place. The platoon leader next to me quit: "Captain, you are the commander, you cannot be in the first place."
"You're so impatient, you're still in our territory. Our base. We'll change clothes after we get out of the outpost."
A group of soldiers at the back looked back and forth from time to time until the cave was no longer visible and only smoke was left.
The mountain trail is not easy to walk after the rain.
Li Laoba looked at the washed away wooden bridge, turned to the soldiers next to him and ordered: "Build a bridge!"
The soldiers immediately threw the mountain rattan sticks on their shoulders to the ground.
Li Laoba spotted a spot, took a running start and jumped to the opposite side.
The bridge built by the leading soldiers and engineers was very simple: just two canes on the upper and lower sides were wrapped around two trees, one for their feet and one for their hands.
Li Laoba did not stop and continued eastward. Instead of swinging the hatchet in his hand, he chopped off the branches sticking out on both sides of the road.
The storm has just begun.
Zhang Weimin had already withdrawn all his troops eastward.
Having fought "guerrilla" in this mountainous area for two years, who didn't know that there would be flash floods after heavy rains!
Let his men carry him to a high slope.
The dug pit was filled with the bodies of the brothers.
The engineer shovel approached the staff officer next to him with his hands trembling: "Brothers, you take the first step."
Then a firecracker was lit.
Then came the rifle-to-air fire.
Zhang Weimin worked hard to throw half a shovelful of soil into the pit.
In his eyes, these brothers paid their lives for those who were officials.
They are not traitors or traitors.
He became a puppet soldier only out of desperation.
However, the lives of these brothers were sacrificed by him with his own hands!
Zhang Weimin firmly believed that in addition to the little devils being his enemies, the Eighth Route Army who had robbed him of his territory in the mountains were also his enemies.
To kill such a brother, they must be enemies!
What good brothers, there are brothers who are so skilled that they can go toe-to-toe with an ox, brothers who can drop bombs sixty meters away, and those who can shoot sharpshooters wherever they can reach three hundred meters away.
They had fought against the Japanese for so many years in the smoke of gunfire, but they did not die at the hands of the Japanese, but at the hands of the Eighth Route Army.
This is killing him
Watching the men around him continue to fill the pit with soil.
Zhang Weimin was lost in his thoughts...
Shovels of soil quickly filled the hole, followed by a layer of rocks.
Then build up the soil again.
Zhang Weimin felt bursts of pain from time to time from his wound, and finally gave the order: "Guard Platoon"
The guard platoon leader next to him immediately stood at attention: "Here we come!"
"Kill the devils in the team. Find out the identity of the newly added people. As long as they are not from the Old Forty Army, all will be disarmed!"
"yes"
The staff officer's face turned pale: "Captain."
Zhang Wei's pale face looked ugly: "Don't persuade me. If this continues, you and I will be stabbed in the back even if we die."
The staff officer's face instantly turned ugly: "It's very difficult to cross the Yellow River now."
"Bypass Lingqiu Cave and return to Ling County!" Zhang Weimin waved his hand with difficulty.
The staff officer looked at the determination in the weak Zhang Weimin's eyes, walked to the side, and took the rifle from the guard's hand.
The guard was hesitant, but the staff officer asked for his gun and dared not refuse.
The staff officer pulled the bolt and watched the bullet being loaded.
Turn around.
Raise the gun.
boom.
A bullet hole appeared in Zhang Weimin's head on the stretcher, and a bloody red and white sprayed out from behind the stretcher.
People around were dumbfounded
Then he raised his gun and pointed it at the staff officer.
The staff officer threw away his rifle, raised his hand, looked at the guards around him and yelled: "Don't shoot, everyone is responsible for what they do. Captain Zhang disobeys the commander's order, and he will be executed!"
(End of chapter)
