In February 38, Chief Wei was promoted to deputy commander of the Second Theater and commander-in-chief of the former enemy, and led the 14th Group Army to settle in Zhongtiao Mountain, and began to establish the Zhongtiao Mountain anti-Japanese base area, and since then it has been indissoluble with Zhongtiao Mountain.

In January of the 39th year, Chief Wei was promoted to the commander of the First War Zone, and the Zhongtiao Mountain Base Area was also included in the First War Zone, and it was still under the rule of Chief Wei.

For Chief Wei, the Zhongtiao Mountain Base has an extraordinary significance, and it is still where his heart is.

The continuous war in Zhongtiao Mountain seriously affected the local agricultural production, and the strict blockade of the Japanese invaders made it impossible for the production in the mountains to meet the living needs of the soldiers and civilians in the base area, so at the time of this harsh winter, the chief of Wei applied to the Executive Yuan for relief funds in the name of the theater headquarters, and purchased rice, wheat, oil and salt on the south bank of the Yellow River and transported them into Zhongtiao Mountain, to relieve the people and stabilize the morale of the garrison.

As the saying goes, "man is iron and rice is steel", although the anti-Japanese soldiers are not afraid of death, they cannot bear hunger and cold.

In this bitterly cold place, at the time of this harsh winter, the Theater Command sent this batch of disaster relief materials just like charcoal in the snow, how could it not raise the morale of the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians in the base area?

Along with the relief supplies, the 66th Regiment was accompanied by a singing and dancing performance by the Field Work Regiment.

In April 38, with reference to the Northwest Field Service Corps of the Eighth Route Army, Chief Wei concentrated and introduced a large number of progressive students and youths, set up a field work group, set up a mimeographed publication "Western Front" to publicize the idea of resisting Japan and saving the country, and organized condolence performances to strengthen the determination of the soldiers to persist in the long-term war of resistance.

Since settling in Zhongtiao Mountain, Li Siwei has long heard of the field work group, but this is the first time he has seen the performance of the field work group.

The cold moon lone star sprinkled boundless silver light, but it could not illuminate the darkness of the winter night in the mountains, and the fire in the camp at the entrance of the village was blazing, which was particularly dazzling in this night.

"Good good ......"

As soon as the song ended, the cheers in the camp came one after another, and all the soldiers looked at the high platform one after another, and their enthusiasm was high.

On the high platform, the two performers of the field work group saluted and turned to get off the high platform.

"Brothers," the heroic supporter hurriedly walked up to the high platform, looking at the soldiers in the audience with a smile on his face, "Finally, please enjoy the Yellow River Cantata!" ”

With that, the host turned around and retreated, and the performers walked up to the high platform.

The high platform was originally a point-and-shoot platform, and the wooden planks were erected around it to become a simple stage, but two or three zhang long and wide, and the performers stood in two rows before and after the stage, and the bonfires around the high platform could reflect the straight and upright posture and the immature but resolute faces.

"Ding......

A soft sound, a melodious erhu sounded, the voice floated out from behind the high platform, slowly high-pitched, tragic and lingering emotions brewing and accumulating.

There is no musical instrument on the stage, and there is no flickering lights on the modern stage, only more than 20 young people, very young men and women, and some young people's thin bodies are not even able to support the not wide military uniform, but the straight posture and resolute face can still give people a sense of heroism.

"I stand on the high mountain, watching the Yellow River roll to the southeast ......"

The tragic and lingering emotions are piling up and piling up with the sound of the erhu, and suddenly erupting out, just like the water of the Yellow River pouring thousands of miles, and the singing on the stage also sounded at this moment, "The golden waves are surging, setting off a thousand zhang of turbidity, the turbidity is like turning, and the nine songs are connected, running up and down from Kunlun to the edge of the Yellow Sea, splitting the Central Plains into two sides......

Suddenly, the song became high-pitched and agitated, it was a praise song for children to their parents, a praise song sung by Chinese children for the mother of the Yellow River.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation, the ancient culture of 5,000 years, which originated from you, and how many heroic stories play around you......"

The passionate emotions drifted with the singing, floating in the night sky, resounding in every corner of the camp, floating into the hearts of every soldier, and still struggling to stir, and the soldiers in the audience followed suit.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are great and strong! Appear like a giant on the plains of Asia, and use your heroic physique to make a barrier for our nation......"

The singing sounded in the audience, the southern and northern tones, jerky but still passionate, the singing on the stage was also more agitated, the young faces had already turned red, and the young eyes were brighter than the lone star Leng Yue in the sky.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are pouring out, mighty, stretching out thousands of iron arms to the north and south shores! The great spirit of our nation will be carried forward and nurtured under your nourishment......"

A song "Ode to the Yellow River" sang into the hearts of the anti-Japanese soldiers and sang the hearts of 40,000,000 Chinese sons and daughters.

"The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will learn from your example and be as great and strong as you! Great and strong as you ......"

The agitated song resounded through the camp, resounded through the night sky, and soared into the sky, so that the lone star Cold Moon also refreshed its spirits, and the light was much brighter!

The praise-like "Ode to the Yellow River" ended slowly, and the "Yellow Water Ballad" sounded again, "...... Since the devil came, the people have suffered, raped and burned, desolate, helped the old and the young to flee everywhere, and lost their father and mother and couldn't return to their hometown! The yellow water is rushing day and night, and the wives are scattered in the sky......"

Some people sang with red eyes, some sang with tears, and some people had trembling voices, already crying.

As the night deepened, the bonfire was still burning, and the song was flying in the night sky, it was an impassioned war song, and it was the oath of the anti-Japanese soldiers," ...... He picked up a native spear and a foreign spear, and waved a broadsword and spear. Defend your hometown! Defend the yellowing! Defend North China! Defending the ...... of the Whole of China"

A group of "Yellow River Cantata" is like the sorrow, shout, and oath of Chinese sons and daughters at the critical moment of life and death!

The party came to an end slowly, but the sorrow, the shout, and the oath still echoed in the hearts of the soldiers of the 66th Regiment!

The party has come to an end, but the soldiers are still looking at the high platform and refuse to disperse.

"But when I hear the roar of the Yellow River, I don't ask for the horse leather shroud to be returned!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded in the crowd, like a little spark falling into a pile of gunpowder, and exploded in an instant.

"But when I hear the roar of the Yellow River, I don't ask for the horse leather shroud to return ......"

The echo was echoed, and finally it became a loud cry, "But when you hear the roar of the Yellow River, don't ask for the horse leather shroud to be returned!" ”

The shouts reverberated in the night sky, echoed between heaven and earth, and the aftermath lingered endlessly!

After settling the soldiers of the field work group, Li Siwei took Li Sanguang to the regiment headquarters, and his pace was slow and heavy.

"Fourth," Li Sanguang noticed Li Siwei's strange appearance, and a worried look flashed on his face, "The morale of the brothers is high, what are you ...... Not happy? ”

"Happy," Li Siwei's steps stiffened, and he turned back to Li Sanguang and smiled reluctantly, "It's a good thing that the morale of the brothers is high!" ”

Li Sanguang's change made Li Siwei feel a lot more at ease, but he couldn't talk to Li Sanguang about the worries in his heart.

Li Siwei knew the end of the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line, but he couldn't tell anyone!

"Fourth," Li Sanguang couldn't help frowning when he saw Li Siwei's reluctant smile, "Are you really nothing?" ”

"What can it be?" Li Siwei smiled, turned his head and left, his steps brisk, "The supplies were sent from above, and the field work group sent such a party, I was too late to be happy......

Li Siwei should indeed be happy.

The supplies have arrived, and the brothers can have a good year.

The field work group held such a performance, which raised the morale of the brothers, and the combat effectiveness will definitely be improved.

But he couldn't be happier.

Thinking that the Zhongtiao Mountain Defense Line condensed the efforts of so many brothers and pinned the hopes of so many brothers, but it ended up with such an ending......

No way!

Absolutely not!

Lao Tzu must not watch the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line stage that tragic scene again!

Li Siwei shouted in his heart, and his steps became sonorous.

The wooden door is hidden, revealing a warm light.

Li Siwei gently pushed open the wooden door and got in, turned around and gently closed the door, and walked lightly to the bed.

On the bed, Ning Rou and Wu Ruolan had already fallen asleep with the doll in their arms, looking tired, and there was a slight snoring sound between their breaths.

Qiansheng and An An had to go to bed early, and the two daughters had to watch at home.

Li Siwei sat down gently in front of the bed, leaned over and carefully looked at the sleeping faces of the two women, and tenderness was accumulating on their faces...... If you have a wife like this, why don't you do your best to move forward?

"Ahhhhh......h

An An suddenly opened his eyes, and his little hands waved wildly, but the little arms were wrapped in thick swaddling clothes, looking delicate and weak.

Li Siwei was startled, and hurriedly got up, but saw that Wu Ruolan had already opened her eyes, and hurriedly turned sideways to look at An An, with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "Little girl, it's dishonest again......"

Saying that, Wu Ruolan hurriedly turned over and sat up, picked up An An, lowered her head and was busy changing diapers, but she was asking, "The party is over?" ”

"Well," Li Siwei smiled and nodded, "It's a good job, but it's a pity that you and Rou'er didn't go to see it......"

"Don't worry," Wu Ruolan was busy, looking up and smiling slightly, "I can see you speaking on stage!" It's definitely better than the party......"

"Uh......" Li Siwei was stunned for a moment, and smiled dotingly, "Silly girl......"

"Sleep!" Wu Ruolan finished changing An An's diaper, glanced at Li Siwei gently, and her pretty face was slightly red, "Wait a minute, it's time for dawn!" ”

"You go to sleep first," Li Siwei waved his hand lightly, got up and went to the table, "I still have some problems." ”

Along with the relief supplies, the 66th Regiment was accompanied by a singing and dancing performance by the Field Work Regiment.

In April 38, with reference to the Northwest Field Service Corps of the Eighth Route Army, Chief Wei concentrated and introduced a large number of progressive students and youths, set up a field work group, set up a mimeographed publication "Western Front" to publicize the idea of resisting Japan and saving the country, and organized condolence performances to strengthen the determination of the soldiers to persist in the long-term war of resistance.

Since settling in Zhongtiao Mountain, Li Siwei has long heard of the field work group, but this is the first time he has seen the performance of the field work group.

The cold moon lone star sprinkled boundless silver light, but it could not illuminate the darkness of the winter night in the mountains, and the fire in the camp at the entrance of the village was blazing, which was particularly dazzling in this night.

"Good good ......"

As soon as the song ended, the cheers in the camp came one after another, and all the soldiers looked at the high platform one after another, and their enthusiasm was high.

On the high platform, the two performers of the field work group saluted and turned to get off the high platform.

"Brothers," the heroic supporter hurriedly walked up to the high platform, looking at the soldiers in the audience with a smile on his face, "Finally, please enjoy the Yellow River Cantata!" ”

With that, the host turned around and retreated, and the performers walked up to the high platform.

The high platform was originally a point-and-shoot platform, and the wooden planks were erected around it to become a simple stage, but two or three zhang long and wide, and the performers stood in two rows before and after the stage, and the bonfires around the high platform could reflect the straight and upright posture and the immature but resolute faces.

"Ding......

A soft sound, a melodious erhu sounded, the voice floated out from behind the high platform, slowly high-pitched, tragic and lingering emotions brewing and accumulating.

There is no musical instrument on the stage, and there is no flickering lights on the modern stage, only more than 20 young people, very young men and women, and some young people's thin bodies are not even able to support the not wide military uniform, but the straight posture and resolute face can still give people a sense of heroism.

"I stand on the high mountain, watching the Yellow River roll to the southeast ......"

The tragic and lingering emotions are piling up and piling up with the sound of the erhu, and suddenly erupting out, just like the water of the Yellow River pouring thousands of miles, and the singing on the stage also sounded at this moment, "The golden waves are surging, setting off a thousand zhang of turbidity, the turbidity is like turning, and the nine songs are connected, running up and down from Kunlun to the edge of the Yellow Sea, splitting the Central Plains into two sides......

Suddenly, the song became high-pitched and agitated, it was a praise song for children to their parents, a praise song sung by Chinese children for the mother of the Yellow River.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation, the ancient culture of 5,000 years, which originated from you, and how many heroic stories play around you......"

The passionate emotions drifted with the singing, floating in the night sky, resounding in every corner of the camp, floating into the hearts of every soldier, and still struggling to stir, and the soldiers in the audience followed suit.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are great and strong! Appear like a giant on the plains of Asia, and use your heroic physique to make a barrier for our nation......"

The singing sounded in the audience, the southern and northern tones, jerky but still passionate, the singing on the stage was also more agitated, the young faces had already turned red, and the young eyes were brighter than the lone star Leng Yue in the sky.

"Ahh Yellow River! You are pouring out, mighty, stretching out thousands of iron arms to the north and south shores! The great spirit of our nation will be carried forward and nurtured under your nourishment......"

A song "Ode to the Yellow River" sang into the hearts of the anti-Japanese soldiers and sang the hearts of 40,000,000 Chinese sons and daughters.

"The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will learn from your example and be as great and strong as you! Great and strong as you ......"

The agitated song resounded through the camp, resounding through the night sky, straight

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