The War of Resistance

"Grandma, someone is coming again?" A young boy gently lifted the curtain of the inner room, looked out and asked.

"Well, the people from our army came here, and your second uncle sent them here." The old lady who was squatting at the stove pit to burn the fire answered.

"Do you have a gun?" The young boy asked in a muffled voice.

The young boy must be most interested in guns.

"What kind of gun does a girl have? Come and help me with the work!" The old lady scolded.

The young boy then looked at the woman sitting in the room, and saw that there was a bundle on the table, but he couldn't think of a woman with a gun.

So he responded with regret and put down the curtain.

The woman sitting in the room was Leng Xiaozhi. Of course, he heard the young boy's voice, but he didn't respond.

Now it has been three days since she learned about Shang Zhen's disappearance, and she has to think about her own things.

This family is very close to Wujiapo. It is the home of the sister of a former guerrilla fighter under her command. She is staying here temporarily.

This time, Leng Xiaozhi and Shang Zhen have not been separated for a long time, but who would have thought that when she came back, she would get the news of Shang Zhen's disappearance.

She sat at the table with her chin on her hand, staring at the sunlight outside the window, and the bits and pieces of her time with her man Shang Zhen came to her mind.

When she was just a female student, she was escorted by Shang Zhen and his men all the way from outside the pass to inside the pass, and she thought of knowing each other.

From falling in love with Shang Zhen unconsciously, taking the initiative to print the first kiss on Shang Zhen's face on that cold winter night, to the first time the two of them were together and knew what men and women were, until they met many times after reuniting in Shandong in the past two years, Shang Zhen tossed her shamelessly every time.

Leng Xiaozhi's mood naturally fluctuated with her memories, and her face was shy and rosy for a while, until she finally thought of her man's disappearance on the battlefield this time, and finally regained her rationality and calmness.

Now Leng Xiaozhi herself had to admit that she was actually greatly influenced by Shang Zhen.

For example, in the situation she was facing now, memories were useless for reality, and there were not many clues to speculate about the future, so she could only grasp the present, according to what Shang Zhen said to Da Laoben, this is called grasping the present!

Now she had to follow the method Shang Zhen taught her, jump out of the whole incident and analyze the matter as a third party.

Originally, her current work was also very busy, and the organization also assigned her a very heavy task.

She is now a teacher at the Lunan Special District Military and Political Cadre Training School, that is, explaining the local situation in Shandong to the military and political cadres who had just been transferred to Shandong.

Now the entire Chinese Communist Party has a pivotal position in the anti-Japanese forces in Shandong, and there is a great demand for various military and political cadres.

But now she had to admit that what her man Shang Zhen said was actually right, that is, in fact, it doesn't matter who leaves this world.

If she doesn't do those jobs now, there will still be someone to take over, and she is not that kind of indispensable person.

What's more, Xu Lang's return alone made her have some doubts.

Xu Lang said that there was no witness or material evidence, and he could not just listen to Xu Lang's one-sided words.

However, he could not tell his superiors about the doubts in his heart, because without any evidence, a person would be responsible for a certain evaluation of his comrades!

If it was in peacetime, a person would make some subjective and speculative evaluations of his comrades, which would determine the other party's promotion.

But it was not the case during the war. During the war, if a person made some distrustful evaluations of his colleagues, it might determine the other party's life or death!

In the end, she decided to seek the truth herself and find Shang Zhen's whereabouts in person, so she rushed to Wujiapo in person.

Before she came back, she had expressed her thoughts to her direct superior, Secretary He.

Secretary He did not object to her coming here to find the truth, but reminded her that our anti-Japanese forces in Wujiapo and Baotagou were relatively weak, and she must pay attention to her own safety.

And his reply to Secretary He was, I am not just a teacher, I also led guerrillas.

Moreover, Wujiapo and Baotagou are in the inland of Shandong. Unless the Japanese puppet forces make a big move, if they want to infiltrate, even if there is only one Japanese devil's big wolf dog, we should receive an alarm.

Secretary He acquiesced to Leng Xiaozhi's statement, but still gave him some suggestions, and Leng Xiaozhi finally went.

"Auntie, I'll help you light the fire." Leng Xiaozhi, who had reorganized his thoughts, walked out of the inner room.

"How can I do that? You are a guest from afar." The old lady responded hurriedly, and the young man who was helping the old lady to light the fire looked at Leng Xiaozhi curiously.

The dress of an ordinary Shandong woman, but because the headscarf had been taken off, a short hair was exposed.

The country people have limited language expression ability and can't describe it, but whether it is the old lady or the young man, they can feel that Leng Xiaozhi has a different energy compared to their country women.

"Where are there any guests, auntie, we are the Eighth Route Army, we are all our own people.

Just like your Dahu is a member of our army, isn't he also your brother? Our Eighth Route Army is your team! "Leng Xiaozhi replied appropriately, and began to roll up her sleeves and go to the stove to pick up firewood.

Leng Xiaozhi herself was a political worker, and had worked in the guerrillas for a long time. She was best at communicating with the common people. She only used concise words to close the distance between the grandparents and grandchildren, and also pointed out the nature of the Eighth Route Army in a concise way.

"Oh, girl, you look at your tender hands, you can't do this kind of rough work!" The old lady hurriedly pushed Leng Xiaozhi again.

But how could Leng Xiaozhi not work?

This time, she took the initiative to pick up the old lady's swill bucket and went outside the door to pour out the swill, and asked: "Auntie, do you raise chickens and ducks? If you just pour it out, it will be a waste! ”

It was just such a simple behavior, Leng Xiaozhi soon got along happily with the old lady and her grandson, the young boy.

Look, this is the difference between the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army and other armies!

Just through the simple language and behavior that are exactly the same as those of ordinary people, they will make the people in their hearts classify them as their own people. When the Eighth Route Army is in trouble, the people will really go!

Similarly, when the people need the army, the Eighth Route Army will really go!

If we put it in theory, that is, it cannot be said that military struggle is not important. If only the use of military struggle is simply used, it will never be enough for the Chinese people to persist in such a 14-year anti-Japanese war. War!

Some people may sneer at this.

But imagine, if such an ordinary old lady, when she found that the Japanese puppet army was attacking here, took the initiative to report to the Chinese army, then how would the battle be fought.

On the contrary, if there was no such intelligence, would the consequences of being attacked directly by the enemy be the same as the former?

What is the people's war? And this is it!

Anti-Japanese war certainly requires violent storms, but sometimes it requires gentle breezes and drizzles!

And because of this, not long after Leng Xiaozhi finished his meal at this family, someone sent a message saying that a group of people of unknown origin were found in the front village! They were asking about the news of a female cadre of the Eighth Route Army!