Looking at the deciphered order, the liaison officers nodded fiercely and went their separate ways.

They all knew that the number of Japanese troops in the vicinity had increased dramatically in the past month, so they all knew what this order meant.

But they still choose to carry out the order without hesitation, because they have lofty or simple ideals.

Or to build a new China, the poor people can turn over and become the masters, or simply let their children and grandchildren know that when the little devil invaded, he and his grandfather did not choose to give in and endure humiliation like others, but picked up knives and guns to do it with the little devil, it is good, it is a master!

"Good Son"

A man dug out an old gun wrapped in rags and a few bullets from the ground in front of the door, turned around and teased the baby who was nursing in his daughter-in-law's arms, and grinned: "I'm going, if I can't come back, don't be a widow for me, find a good family to marry, if it's convenient, raise my son."

The woman didn't speak, and when she lowered her head, tears fell and fell, she wanted to persuade, but she knew that her man wouldn't listen at all.

What's more, she vaguely felt that what her man had told her was right, in this era, it was a man, so she should pick up a gun and fight with the little devil, and she couldn't let the little devil bully her in vain.

When she looked up, the man had walked away without looking back

The middle-aged woman stuffed the cigarette pouch with tobacco and handed it to the old man who was smoking dry tobacco, but she couldn't help but instruct: "Old man, you cough so badly, smoke less"

"Long-winded!"

The middle-aged man wiped the broken gun again and again, then took the cigarette pouch and said: "Let's go, tell him when I go to my son's grave, Lao Tzu has gone to avenge him!" ”

"Old man, if you really fight, don't rush into the head," the woman instructed.

"It's really a fight, and the gun doesn't have eyes, so much nonsense!"

The middle-aged man scolded impatiently, and left angrily, and the corner of his eye saw the woman looking at the threshold with tears in her eyes, and her steps were faster, and she didn't even dare to turn her head back, for fear that the other party would see that her face was full of tears.

"Dad, don't lock the door, the poor rats in this house are not coming," the young man urged impatiently.

"A room full of belongings, if the devil doesn't die after the fight, he will have to point to these things when he comes back!"

The gray-haired old man said sullenly, pulled the lock again to make sure that the lock was strong before he came out, looked up at the roof and said: "The roof has been leaking rain for a while, wait until you come back and add some grass to the roof!" ”

"Okay, let's go, if you continue to grind like this, the little devils will flee back to the East!" The young man stomped his feet in a hurry.

"You bastard boy, talking to your dad like that? Underweight beating, right? ”

The old man was furious, and rushed over with the butt of his gun and scolded: "You stop for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu has to teach you a lesson today!" ”

Where did the young man stop, and shouted as he ran: "Stop and beat you?" You dream, you still brag every day that you are an old guerrilla, and you haven't killed a single devil! ”

"Don't think that if you kill a little devil, you will dare to have five people and six people in front of Lao Tzu, don't forget that if you don't have Lao Tzu to take you, the guerrillas don't want you at all"

The old man suddenly blew his beard angrily and glared, desperately moving his old legs to chase up, but he couldn't catch up, he screamed in a hurry, scolded the son, he should have strangled to death and thrown into the pit

In all directions, small groups of eight-way guerrillas were silently gathering, with more than seventy or eighty people and as few as a dozen or so.

Gradually, these small groups of guerrillas gathered into seven or eight groups of one or two hundred men, gathering in those inaccessible places or in the depths of the mountains and forests.

They were young and old, dressed in patched clothes and grinning yellow teeth, and would have been considered a group of beggars if most of them had guns on their shoulders.

Even if there is a gun, it is not a good gun, the single hit of the gun is the mainstream, and occasionally there are a few orthodox 79 rifles, which are excellent guns, and the 38 rifles carried by several captains and the like have become the object of envy of everyone.

However, the diametrically opposed to their clothing and equipment was their high spirits, as soon as they gathered, they excitedly inquired about what task they were performing, and when they heard that it was to cover the retreat and transfer of the main force with the task of blocking the attack, they shouted even more excitedly, not only did they not have the fear that the whole army might be wiped out, but they had a little more impatience.

Because they all know that although fighting a big battle means big casualties, it also means big captures, and it also means that everyone has devils to kill.

It's not like before, dozens of people surrounded three or two lonely devils and puppet soldiers, and in the end, it was not clear who killed the soldiers.

"The captain is here, everyone be quiet"

Just as everyone was talking, I don't know who shouted, and I saw several guerrilla leaders in eight-way uniforms trotting over.

"Everyone already knows the mission, right?"

The guerrilla leader once again issued a mission, and said with a grim face: "This time is different from before, we are going to work hard to cover the transfer of the main force of the brother troops, so as long as the scheduled blocking time is not reached, even if we have the last person left, we have to continue to fight, so if anyone is afraid, it is still too late to leave!" ”

"Afraid of what? I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and I still want to capture a little devil's 38 rifle to play with! ”

"That's right, if a good gun is seized this time, no one will want Lao Tzu to hand it in!"

"I'm at this age, half of the loess is buried, and I'm afraid that I'll try my best to join the guerrillas, and that will be a life."

Everyone shouted that there was no posture for troops to gather and fight, but they were as casual as ordinary people rushing to buy and sell things.

"Okay, let's go!"

The guerrilla leader said that he didn't care at all about the casual appearance of these guerrillas, on the one hand, because there was no one available, and on the other hand, he knew that although these guerrillas looked so scattered, when they really started fighting, they would definitely not be killed, and their fighting will was extremely tenacious, and they were stronger than the combat effectiveness of ordinary regular troops.

The team made their way through the mountains, moving closer to their predetermined goal.

No one will remember their names, because they are just one of the ordinary people in this land who are unwilling to be enslaved, they are so ordinary, and there are no earth-shattering deeds.

But many times, without them, there would not be so many exciting legends in history.

Ordinary people, they are creating their own legends, but no one knows.

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