I remember one time when our team was so short of food and ammunition that we had to take the risk of going out and doing something. In the end www.biquge.info we set our sights on a group of traitors, and we lit a fire in the courtyard where the traitors were at about 12 o'clock that night.

They attacked them when they were panicking, but we had little arms and couldn't support us to finish the battle. In the end, we were victorious, but we also paid a terrible price.

We started with a team of 23 people, but in the end there were only thirteen left. Six of them were wounded, and I was shot in the right arm at the time. We left with guns, explosives, and food, and we had no spare capacity to deal with our fallen comrades. They could only disappear into the sea of fire with the rebels in the courtyard.

Food, guns, and explosives from the rebels were obtained, and people kept joining the ranks. Later, our team grew to a large team of 150 people, and we needed more supplies because of the growth of the team. We have no support from other teams, and we have no supplies from the country. In these war years, our country was extremely poor, and we fought to survive.

We had to target the devil's grain transport team, and often sneak attack the devil's grain transport unit. Let the devils hate us extraordinarily, we only have a team of 150 The Japanese devils sent a division of troops to encircle and suppress. Perhaps it was our retribution that was too rampant, and only 15 of our 150 survived in the end.

The 15 of us escaped by diving into the river, and we did not give up the anti-Japanese battle. We want to avenge our family members and comrades-in-arms who lost their lives, and we want to avenge our weeping sons and daughters under the land. We want to avenge the revolutionary martyrs who died in battle.

The people who survived the team were basically people who had a blood feud with the devils, and we escaped and absconded all the way south. Later, we joined the anti-Japanese ranks of non-governmental organizations in the south, and we waged a fierce war in the south.

One by one, the former comrades-in-arms fell at the guns of the enemy, and the former friends fell in front of themselves. Even though we look strong on the outside, we are actually tired on the inside. Once, in Guilin, Guangxi, a comrade-in-arms sacrificed himself to protect me by blocking the bullets that hit me with his body.

It was March 27, 1945, and in a few months we were liberated, but we didn't know it at the time. We risked our lives in a village in Guilin, Guangxi, and started a fierce fight with the Japanese devils.

At that time, our intelligence officer found out that the devil was camping, but because the intelligence officer gave the wrong number. caused a huge error, and when we attacked the enemy army, we found out that there was still this imperial association stationed near the devil.

We were caught off guard by the devil, but Huang Xiejun caught us off guard. The enemy artillery fire was so heavy that we could not resist and had to retreat. As I retreated, one of the devils pointed his gun at my heart, and one of my teammates, who had come south with me, found it and blocked the bullet with his body.

He protected me, but he gave his young life, and the last of his life smiled at me; ''Thank you for showing me how to stay alive and how to kill enemies along the way.'' I'm stupid, not as good at killing devils as you, I'll trade my life for your life, you help me kill a few more devils. ‘’

I took his pistol and fought all the way, and when we were about to despair, the Eight Roads appeared. They saved the few remaining members of our team, and we were all wounded. We received the medical treatment that Hachilu-kun gave us, and when we were able to pick up the guns again. The Japanese devils have surrendered, and we can only be ashamed of our dead comrades.

On August 15, 1945, the Emperor of Japan announced his unconditional surrender, ending my fugitive career. Later, several of our surviving teammates did not join the party or the archives. Because we don't fight for glory, we just fight for our families and our teammates. Later, I followed my teammate from Dongguang to his hometown, where I live now.

Later, we did not participate in the internal war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and then we hung up on the Korean battlefield without our own business. At that time, I was already here, and I was assigned to the field to beg for a wife, and I was living and working in peace and contentment.

All my life, I have killed enemy soldiers on the battlefield and drunk enemy blood. Got guns, played with bombs. Pick up the enemy camp and grab the enemy shells. Listening to the heroic deeds of the five heroes of Langya Mountain, he took a machete to fight with the devils. Although I didn't get anything on the battlefield in this life, it was worth it for me, and now that I am old and have children and grandchildren, I can enjoy my old age in peace.

After listening to Old Man Shen's story, Liu Yu admired the old man from the bottom of his heart. I feel unprecedented respect for these unknown old revolutionary heroes, who silently contributed to the revolutionary cause. But they didn't take the credit for their work, just to say that we were just fighting for our family and our teammates.

These three chapters are for those unsung heroic predecessors, although we were not born in the same era as you to carry guns to the battlefield. But we grew up listening to your heroic deeds, and thank you for giving us freedom. Hats off to the heroes.