Speaking of the special agent camp, each company, under the leadership of the company commanders, is training hard to restore combat effectiveness.
Yang Yuanshan was not idle either. He personally led the security squad and rode his bicycle to the villages where the seriously wounded members of the special agent battalion were placed in Heyuan County after the troops were divided.
Not to mention, with the bicycle, the march speed was several times faster than before. The journey that originally took half a day to walk took more than an hour.
Arriving in each village, Yang Yuanshan visited the more than 300 seriously injured people who had stayed here one by one.
However, of the more than 300 people, less than 230 survived, and the rest all died of their injuries or died.
The wounded were naturally very surprised to see Yang Yuanshan coming to see them.
They all asked:
"Battal Commander, can we return to the team? Our injuries have almost recovered."
After a hundred days of broken muscles and bones, although the injuries of these soldiers have improved a lot, they are still far from being able to go into battle.
And there are many people who are so disabled that they will never be able to fight again.
Yang Yuanshan wanted to refuse directly, but he was afraid of hurting the enthusiasm of the soldiers.
As soon as I thought about it, I immediately said:
"Comrades, there is no need to rush back to the team. I have a task for you."
As soon as they heard about the mission, the comrades became even happier.
People who are sick and injured are most afraid of being abandoned. Now that Yang Yuanshan has a task for them, they are all excited:
"Don't worry, battalion commander, we promise to complete the mission!"
"Okay. That's it. Our team needs to expand and we lack reserve soldiers.
Now you are recuperating in various villages, which is suitable for developing local guerrillas.
I will send you 10 guns and 1,000 rounds of ammunition later. I require each of you to develop 10 qualified guerrillas within half a year.
Understand? "
Yang Yuanshan assigned them a task.
"What? 10 people each? That's too hard."
Some people expressed objections on the spot.
The terrain in northwest Shanxi is rugged, and many villages are small in size. A village with dozens or hundreds of villagers is considered a medium-sized village.
Now Yang Yuanshan asks each of them to develop 10 guerrillas. It is not too difficult for those soldiers who are recuperating in large villages with a relatively large population, but for the wounded who are recuperating in small villages with only a few dozen people. It's simply impossible to do it.
"Comrades, are we still afraid of difficulties? Anyone who thinks it can't be completed can give up the task."
Yang Yuanshan used a provocative method.
But he muttered in his heart that when he was in Lijiacun, he developed a team of 100 people in half a year!
Upon hearing his words, the soldiers' blood suddenly surged and they shouted:
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! We are not afraid of death. What difficulties are we afraid of?"
…
After convincing the wounded, Yang Yuanshan returned to the battalion headquarters and immediately asked Zhao Li to arrange for people to deliver guns, ammunition, military uniforms, cotton-padded clothes and other supplies to the wounded, which moved them deeply.
Dragging his body that had not fully recovered, he began to lobby in the village one by one, persuading the young men from each family to join the guerrillas.
When the young men saw that they had guns and bullets, they immediately joined in enthusiastically.
In a large village, the wounded quickly gathered the 10 men under their command.
In small villages, there are also four, five, or six or seven people.
Now that people have achieved it, of course training is indispensable.
The wounded took the new recruits for a few days to train in basic formations and military orders, and then began shooting training.
According to Yang Yuanshan's previous explanation, shooting can not only target fixed targets, but also target moving targets through hunting. This can not only train marksmanship, but also obtain meat and supplement nutrition.
As a result, in a very short period of time, the beasts in nearby villages suffered.
All became shooting training targets for these guerrillas.
…
However, their big move certainly attracted the attention of interested people.
On this day, in the north of Shouxian County, Shuangfeng Mountain and Heiyun Village.
The leader of the village, Xie Baoqing, was listening to his subordinates’ report in the Juyi Hall:
"Master, guerrilla groups have been formed in many villages around here recently. Everyone of them has a gun and plenty of bullets. Looking at their posture, if we can collect all their guns, I'm afraid there will be hundreds of them!
I have secretly observed that they use either Hanyang-made or 38-gauge rifles, as well as many 65-foot rifles. They are all good things! "
"Shanmaozi, are you desperate for your life? Aren't those guerrillas from the Eighth Route Army?"
Xie Baoqing frowned.
Having been a bandit for so many years, he knew very well who he could and could not provoke.
In the northwest of Shanxi, apart from the landlords and old rich who are easy to bully, the Jinsui Army and the Japanese Japs are also easy to handle. The Japs are not easy to mess with, but occasionally they can rob a transport team and enjoy themselves for a while, but the Eighth Route Army is very difficult to deal with. Untouchable.
Not to mention that the opponent was very poor and had little money, but the opponent's ability to fight until the end made his scalp numb.
He is a bandit who just wants to steal some money, but this gang of gangsters are really trying to kill him!
So in the past, he would hide away when he saw someone on the street, and he would never provoke someone if he could.
Without this understanding, the grass on his grave would have been three feet high.
"My boss, what are the guerrillas like? They are just idle men in the village.
You said it's okay if they don't provoke us. Just yesterday, a few people dared to come to our Shuangfeng Mountain to hunt. Doesn't this mean they don't take our Heiyun Village seriously?
Boss, in my opinion, we should mobilize our troops, rush down the mountain, and disarm all the guns of these guerrillas.
By then, if we have a few hundred more good guns and expand the team, our Heiyun Village will be firmly in the top spot in the entire green forest of northwestern Shanxi! "
Shanmaozi encouraged desperately.
In troubled times, if you have a gun, you are the grass-headed king.
Xie Baoqing certainly understands this truth.
He was also a little moved in his heart.
But when he thought of the news that came from outside a few days ago, he still shook his head desperately:
“No, no, you can’t mess with the Eighth Route Army.
The special agent battalion of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army that was rumored a few days ago actually killed nearly three brigades of little devils with one battalion. It is really terrifying and cannot be messed with! "
"But Boss, don't forget, if the guerrillas in the villages below the mountain really start to attack, our Heiyun Village will be unable to move. When the time comes to borrow food from the mountain, we have to be prepared for guerrillas to attack us!"
Shanmaozi persuaded again.
This was on point, and the expression on Xie Baoqing's face clearly relaxed.
If the guns and ammunition of the guerrillas are just a carrot in front of the donkey, it can be eaten or not. But after the guerrillas are formed, the threat to their own Heiyun Village is like a knife hanging on the neck.
But he thought about the rumored independent group that had won the prestige of Heyuan County, and shook his head again, driving the idea of agreeing to Shanmaozi out of his mind.
Seeing that he didn't agree, Shan Maozi tried to persuade him for a long time, but to no avail, and couldn't help but feel very depressed.
After coming out of the Juyi Hall, he called on the thirty or so people under his direct jurisdiction, led the horses down the mountain, and headed straight to Shijiao Village in the east.
On the way, a scarred-faced man asked Shan Maozi:
"Second Master, why should we go?"
"Huh, since the boss doesn't dare to mess with the Eighth Route Army, I'll have to do it myself.
Wouldn't it be a waste to put that fine rifle in the hands of those mud-legged people? "
Shanmaozi sneered.
After hearing this, everyone was frightened, but the habit of obedience they had developed for a long time still prevented them from opposing Shan Maozi.
…
Soon, they arrived at the entrance of Shijiao Village.
This is a small village, with only a few dozen households in total.
The secret service camp originally arranged for five wounded people to recuperate here, but unfortunately, three of them failed to survive. Now only Jiang Hong, deputy squad leader of the third squad of the reconnaissance platoon of the former guard company, and Chu Kun, a 17-year-old soldier, are left.
After Yang Yuanshan ordered them to develop guerrillas on the spot and sent them 20 guns and 2,000 rounds of ammunition, they immediately took action and organized all the young people in the village. When they were not busy with farm work, they would do target practice. Practice guns and train queues.
After a few days, five official guerrillas were finally selected.
In order to improve the opponent's shooting ability, they also took these five people to hunt in the mountains. Anyway, as Yang Yuanshan told them, don't worry about the bullets, the spy camp has enough bullet tubes!
Unexpectedly, their actions would all fall in the eyes of Shan Maozi, the second head of Heiyun Village.
Shan Maozi and his men rushed down from the mountain without saying hello. They rushed directly into the village, galloped on their horses, and shouted loudly:
"Hand over the rifles in your hands, or we will kill them all and leave no one behind!"
While they were talking, they were still firing their rifles at various places in the village, intimidating the villagers and driving out the old, weak, women and children.
Jiang Hong, Chu Kun and others were leading five guerrillas in a room to learn how to read. When they heard the noise outside, they immediately took their guns in their hands and went out to kill them.
However, when Jiang Hong saw that the enemy had more than 30 cavalry and was taking out all the old, weak, women and children in the village as hostages, his heart suddenly sank, knowing that the situation today was not good.
Both he and Chu Kun were injured and could not use their strength now, and the five guerrillas were unskilled in shooting, so it was completely impossible for them to be a match for this group of enemies.
But when things came to a close, he could only stand up and talk:
"Which village does the king come from?
Want our guns?
Easy to say, easy to say! "
When Shan Maozi saw the gray military uniform on his body, his heart suddenly trembled, knowing that the other party was probably a genuine Eighth Route Army soldier.
However, when the incident came to an end, he could not retreat and immediately laughed wildly:
"Hahaha, I don't change my name in business or my surname in office, so does Shan Maozi of Heiyun Village.
Following the order of the headmaster Xie Baoqing, I came to collect your firearms.
Be good and hand over all the guns and bullets, right? "
"Squad leader, what should I do?"
Seeing this situation, the young soldier Chu Kun immediately asked Jiang Hong.
Jiang Hong thought that if there were no old, weak, women and children in the village, he and Chu Kun would be in good health, and together with five guerrillas, we could still have a fight with these more than 30 bandits.
But now, the two of them are still injured, and there are so many old and weak people in the village. It is really unwise to take action directly.
He immediately smiled heartily and said:
"Hahaha, you need a gun and bullets, right?
No problem, our independent regiment’s special agent battalion has plenty of guns and ammunition.
Since the boss likes it, let’s take it. "
As he spoke, he took the lead and threw the Sanba Gai in his hand towards Shanmaozi.
Seeing him so cheerful, Shan Maozi was also very happy. He reached out to take the gun he threw, pulled the bolt, and praised:
"What a gun!"
Then he pointed his gun at Jiang Hong and shouted:
"what about others?"
"Chu Kun, call out all your guns!"
Jiang Hong ordered.
"Squad leader, we can't give you our guns. What if we give them guns and they want to take other things?"
Chu Kun was unhappy.
Since joining the special agent camp, he has not been without his gun for a day.
Now let him hand over the gun, why not kill him.
After hearing what Chu Kun said, Jiang Hong quickly pushed him:
"What are you talking nonsense about?
I believe this leader is a man of his word.
Now that the country is facing a national crisis, the little Japs are our biggest enemies. The boss wants a gun just to kill the little Japs better!
Just think of our special agent battalion as supporting friendly forces!
Have you forgotten how much equipment we seized when we captured Heyuan County and killed the little Japanese until their blood flowed like rivers? "
Jiang Hong's words were hidden, and he kept beating Shanmaozi with the strength of the special agent battalion.
Shanmao Zi couldn't help but feel a little fear in his eyes after hearing his words.
What the other party said seems to be corroborated with the rumors. It should be true!
He quickly answered:
"Hahaha, yes, yes.
This eighth master is right, we need guns to fight the little devils, we are friendly forces! "
Soon, Chu Kun and others handed over their guns and ammunition.
Shanmaozi looked at the twenty guns and so many bullets, and he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile. He didn't know whether it was because of his kindness or because he was afraid of the strength of the spy camp. He decisively withdrew with his men and guns without harming anyone. one person.
As soon as Shanmaozi and his gang left, Jiang Hong, who breathed a sigh of relief, said decisively to Chu Kun:
"Chu Kun, go to the nearby villages to inform our other comrades to be careful of bandits.
I will go back to the battalion headquarters now to report to the battalion commander that these bandits dare to steal the guns of our special agent battalion. They are really tired of life! "
"yes!"
(End of chapter)
