The third part of the bloody war of resistance, Chapter 9, the third part of the Taihang River (Seventh)

The people who came back were Shuanzi and Qianyang. Both were injured. Qianyang had three wounds, two gunshot wounds and one grenade. They took the Japanese around the mountains. Qianyang and Shuanzi were injured one after another, and Manzhu died. Seeing that they were about to be caught up, the two supported them and hid in a mountain depression under a cliff. Only then did they escape the Japanese's search. After dark, the Japanese withdrew their troops and climbed up with difficulty, and then the two supported them and walked towards the rendezvous.

When they saw the captain and the others coming, the two could no longer hold on and fell to the ground as soon as they became weak. The captain ran quickly, and the big bull followed him. However, Mei Youlan noticed that although she was very excited, the donkey did not go down, but occupied a high point and held a gun to guard her. After discovering this, Mei Youlan had a new understanding of the combat effectiveness of the guerrillas.

When the captain and Daniu carried Shuanzi and Qiangniu into the woods, they began to clean the wounds for them and rebanded them with new bandages. After a while, Shuanzi woke up first.

"Captain, Manzhu died."

"I know," the captain said in a deep voice: "You have a good rest and don't worry about anything else in advance."

Now there are seven people, but there are three wounded people. Mei Youlan is worried about them. How should they go next? She wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask. But Xiao Shitou's expression was not at all unworried. After the captain explained to Daniu a few words, Daniu turned around and left. Mei Youlan didn't know what they would do next, but she believed they would have a solution. After all, this is Taihang Mountain.

Sure enough, when the sun was about to set, Daniu came back. Three stretchers and six locals came back with him. After these people came, they exchanged a few greetings with the captain, helped the three wounded people onto the stretcher, then lifted them up and left.

"Daughter, lie down." A man carrying Mei Youlan was an old man who looked over 60 years old, with wrinkles on his face and half of his hair and beard turned white. Mei Youlan was a little sad to let the elderly man of such an old age carry her. After so long rest, she felt that her feet were much better and she could walk by herself with a crutch.

"I can leave." Mei Youlan thought to come down.

"My daughter is fine, I can lift it up," the old man saw Mei Youlan's concerns, grinned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Don't think I'm old, I'm less than 60 years old. When the troops fought against the Japanese last year, I was the former captain of the village. I carried seven wounded people from the position. You are nothing, that machine gunner is the heaviest."

There was a sense of pride in the old man's tone. Mei Youlan thought about it and then lay down, and then started chatting with the old man in a mess. Mei Youlan quickly got what she wanted to know, and was shocked by the organizational ability of GCD. The old man's village is a small village with only more than 300 people, but the village has a party branch, village administration, Communist Youth League Committee, Women's Rescue Association, Children's League, and militia. Through these organizations, all villagers are organized.

When villagers work, the children's regiment stands guard and women are responsible for supplying materials. Just like Chongqing, they produce military shoes and uniforms for the troops, and militias are responsible for keeping guards from a distance. For example, in places like Sanchakou, during wartime, militias are organized to provide support to the main force, and the village party department is responsible for organizing the front team.

"This is a total national war." Mei Youlan was extremely shocked. This was even stricter than Chongqing's organization and stricter practices. She thought about it and asked again: "If the Japanese come and the main force is not here, what should you do? Can the militia in the village stop the enemy? Can the main force arrive in time?"

"You daughter, the main force can stay in this place every day," the old man was amused by Mei Youlan's short-sighted insight: "You think, daughter, this whole China, not to mention the whole China, just talk about the Taihang Mountains, how big the place and how many Japanese there are, all depend on the main force. If that's the best, we have to rely on ourselves."

"We implemented joint defense of villages. If there is something wrong with each village, every village will support each village. There are signal stations outside the village. When the Japanese came, they ignited the signal and other villages came to support each village."

Mei Youlan frowned slightly. When Xiaoman Village was attacked, she didn't see any other villages coming to help? The old man walked on the mountain road for a lifetime, while talking, but his feet were very stable. The mountain road circled but not steep. He quickly crossed two ridges, and layers of fish scales appeared in the sky. The village in the distance was shrouded in the golden sunset, and wisps of smoke rose up and quickly dissipated under the mountain wind.

"It's coming soon, daughter, don't worry, the village is ready long ago." The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the quiet village, let out a sigh, and said to Mei Youlan.

"Uncle, I don't understand very much," Mei Youlan was still invading the village-to-village joint defense, feeling that there seemed to be something that was unclear: "If the Japanese came too many times, even the militia from several villages would not be able to stop it."

"Daughter, I think you are not from our base, right?" the old man smiled and said, "That's right, our people don't wear such clothes, but they look a bit like the Kuomintang."

"My master has such a good eye. I came from Chongqing and came to the base for an interview." Mei Youlan did not hide it.

"Fortunately, you are not from the Kuomintang Party. Dazhuang, be careful," the stretcher shook, and the old man hurriedly greeted the middle-aged man in front of him, and then said to Mei Youlan: "Say that, you are a friend."

"Yes, yes, it's a friend. I've met Vice Chairman Zhou Enlai of your party, and Lan, Chief of Staff of the Eighth Route Army, hurriedly said a few names to bring her closer to the old man, as if she was afraid that the old man would throw her down the cliff when he was angry.

The captain kept walking behind Mei Youlan's stretcher, which was also for the need for protection. When he heard Zhou En came, his confusion was completely resolved. The protection task this time was so strict. The selected team members were the most elite team members of the county brigade. The superiors specifically emphasized that no mistakes could be made. It turned out that this female reporter had such a deep background and was introduced by Vice Chairman Zhou himself.

The old man seemed to have no concern about these two names, and he continued to follow the original topic: "The Japanese are here, we can't fight with the Japanese, but we can't let him loose, bury mines, fire cold guns, and clear the fields. Humph, if there weren't mountain springs in this mountain, the Japanese wouldn't even drink water."

In the intermittent description of the old man, Mei Youlan had a general understanding of the fighting methods of the people's war promoted by GCD. The people organized through various organizations, and formed joint defense and mutual protection between villages. Usually, all kinds of materials were firmly built, leaving only a small amount of materials for life. After the enemy came, the villages quickly cleared the fields. The people hid under the leadership of the village branch, and the militia carried out harassment operations under the leadership of the militia captain.

The form of harassment is very wonderful, completely different from any war that Mei Youlan knew before; mine warfare, sparrow warfare, tunnel warfare on the plains (the mountainous areas cannot be carried out because the depth of the digging below is rock), mine warfare is easy to understand. Sparrow warfare is actually a kind of harassment, which keeps the enemy's nerves always in tension and exhaustion and cannot get a rest; when the enemy sweeps in one village, militias from other villages harass the enemy's periphery, forcing the enemy to concentrate on attacking with all their might; militias from several villages can also gather together to cut off the enemy's logistics transportation.

I saw what Mr. ZD mentioned here. This kind of war is completely different from that of **. They persisted in the enemy's hardship for six years in this way.

The guerrillas have a variety of weapons, and you can find a variety of weapons among them, including weapons from various periods, including Jin, Hanyang, earth guns, and even front-loaded earth cannons from the Qing Dynasty. The quality of their weapons depends on the quality of the enemies fighting against them. This means that their ammunition supplement mainly comes from seizure.

According to the agreement reached between the National Government and Yan'an, the National Government will be responsible for providing weapons, equipment and ammunition supplements to the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, but this is limited to the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, and the guerrillas are not listed here.

In order to replenish ammunition, everyone in the base area is doing military manufacturing. Thank God, this is Taihang Mountain. There is sulfur and charcoal on the mountain, so they have a steady stream of raw materials….”

Mei Youlan wrote quickly under the dim light, recording her experiences along the way and her thoughts. Although she had not yet fully entered the base area, the breath that came to her face had already given her a lot of insights.

After arriving at the village, the team was dispersed and the wounded were taken to each family. The family she lived in was a fortress in the village, and the landlord was an old lady and her daughter.

"Daughter, stop writing, eat something." The landlord and aunt are in her fifties. After Mei Youlan moved in, she immediately started cooking. Now she brought a bowl of noodles and two eggs and put them on Mei Youlan's table.

"Auntie Youlan is a little embarrassed. Noodles are rare in the base area. The supplies on the Taihang Mountains are very difficult. The land here is barren, the grain output is very low, and the main grain needs to be supplied to the army. There are very few things left by the people. Today, the landlord and aunt brought noodles and eggs. This is indeed something to entertain distinguished guests in the mountains.

"Auntie, I'll just eat this, take this to the wounded." Mei Youlan brought the noodles, but the eggs were pushed out.

"There are some of the wounded comrades, you are also a wounded person, so don't even see the elder sister." The elder sister angrily put the egg in front of Mei Youlan.

Mei Youlan had no choice but to accept it. The noodles were very ordinary, with no amount of oil and water. There were chopped green onion and a few drops of sesame oil floating on the soup, which smelled fragrant. She had eaten countless banquets, but this bowl of noodles made her feel warm.

"Daughter, what are you writing?" the aunt asked while sitting opposite Mei Youlan, holding the soles of her shoes.

"Summary, the summary of what I have seen during this period," Mei Youlan put down her chopsticks and looked at the aunt and said, "I am a reporter. These summary is my first-hand information. I will rely on them to write articles in the future."

She was afraid that the aunt wouldn't understand, so she explained, "The reporter is the one who writes articles for the newspaper."

Speaking of this, she paused and thought about how to explain the newspaper, but the aunt said, "Daughter, aunt understands. Two years ago, it was last year. A reporter from our village was also a woman. She said she was a reporter from a district newspaper. That girl was not as good as you. Why did you live in such a good life? You can tell at a glance that she was the daughter of a wealthy family. She suffered a lot along the way."

"It's not hard, it's just that many comrades have been sacrificed." Mei Youlan felt a little sad when she thought of the team members who died.

"Don't go, my daughter, this is all caused by the Japanese." The aunt was very sensitive and quickly comforted: "Daughter, this is a war, there are no dead people. Since the Japanese have been disturbed, more than a dozen people have died in our village. The Japanese and daughter were killed this day, how long will it take to drive the Japanese away?"

"It won't take long," Mei Youlan thought of Zhuang Jihua's comments before and the recent progress of the war: "It's probably three years away. Recently, ** won a great victory in northern Hubei, eliminated 100,000 Japanese soldiers, and restored most areas south of Wuhan and the Yellow River, and approached the southern bank of the Yellow River. Next, I guess they will fight north. At that time, ** will fight from the south, the Eighth Route Army will fight from the north, and attack two times, and the Japanese in North China will be completely finished."

"That's good, that's good," the aunt was a little happy. Unexpectedly, when the curtain was lifted, a big girl came in from outside. The girl had a long braid and was wearing clothes made of quenched flower cloth. Mei Youlan met her and introduced that she was the aunt's daughter when she first arrived.

"The Kuomintang also beat the Japanese?" The girl stared at Mei Youlan in suspicion, her tone full of doubt.

"Of course." Mei Youlan was a little surprised. She looked at the girl in confusion, not knowing what she meant.

The girl sat behind the aunt on the kang, her tone was full of disdain: "The Kuomintang will not do anything good except for friction and robbing food."

"Don't you know the victory in Hubei and northern Hubei?" Mei Youlan was a little surprised and then understood. No wonder Zhuang Jihua said that the Kuomintang and the Communist Party were extremely suspicious, and GCD was extremely strict in preventing the Kuomintang. It is estimated that these news have been blocked.

She briefly introduced the process of the victory in Hubei and North Hubei, and then said to the girl: "There are good people and bad people in the Kuomintang, some who are fighting against Japan, and some who are not fighting against Japan. However, the victory in Hubei and North Hubei is indeed a fact, and it is also a fact to restore Wuhan and Zhengzhou."

As he was speaking, a laugh came from outside the door, and a woman shouted, "Are you at home? Big sister."

"It's Secretary Zeng." The girl jumped off the kang excitedly, lifted the curtain and ran out. The aunt also put down her work and stood up and went out. The girl's laughter quickly sounded in the yard, mixed with the voice of the captain and the Secretary Zeng.

Mei Youlan looked out through the window and saw four or five people in the yard. The lights were too dark and she couldn't see the appearance of the person coming. She thought to herself whether Secretary Zeng was the GCD county party secretary.

There was a sound of footsteps outside. As soon as Mei Youlan turned around, the curtain was lifted and a woman came in. The woman was dressed completely differently from others. She wore the Eighth Route Army military cap on her head, a belt on her waist, leggings tied under her feet, short hair with ears, thin cheeks, and a pair of eyes were looking at Mei Youlan up and down.

"Who am I talking about it? It turns out it was you, reporter Mei, long time no see." The woman sat on the kang readily, but her words surprised Mei Youlan, aunt and others.

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