"Chen Tianming!" A puppet army officer slammed the table in front of him with a "snap".

"Huh? Do you know our deputy head of regiment? A soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who was standing below, raised his head and looked at it in surprise.

The puppet army officer carefully looked the Eighth Route Army soldier up and down.

He looked like he was about thirty years old, tall and tall, wearing a set of shabby Eighth Route Army uniforms, the clothes seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and the placket and cuffs were already a little black and shiny due to the usual friction.

The puppet officer exchanged glances with a Japanese officer standing beside him, and then asked, "What do you do?" ”

"I'm a fellow." The soldier of the Eighth Route Army answered honestly.

The enemy is strong and I am weak, and I have been taken prisoner, for most people, now is not the time to talk about anti-Japanese blood, no one wants to die easily, not to mention that the captive dares to resist and is clearly a death, no one will be so stupid.

Cooks? The puppet officer glanced at the black and shiny cuffs of the soldier in front of him, and believed it in his heart.

"Are any of these people we have captured as officials?" The puppet officer asked again.

"There are more than 1,000 people in that regiment." The New Fourth Army soldier, who claimed to be a man, replied.

He didn't continue to say what he said next, making it clear that the meaning of those words was that there were more than 1,000 people in the whole group, how could I know so many officials as a cook.

"Then you always know the head of the regiment and the deputy head of the regiment, right?" The puppet officer asked again.

"I know the head of the regiment, but I don't know the deputy head of the regiment, but I just glanced at it from a distance, and I heard people say that he is about the same height as me." The warrior replied honestly.

"Are your regimental commanders and deputy regimental commanders among your captives?" The puppet army officer asked, staring into the soldier's eyes.

"Not among these people." The attitude of the soldier was very cooperative, and it was clear that he was a single man who would not suffer the immediate loss.

The puppet officer felt that there was nothing more to ask, so he looked at a Japanese officer who was standing by to watch him interrogate.

The Japanese officer didn't see anything, he really didn't understand these dirt roads.

The guns worn are much more worn than those of the Chongqing army, and the weapons they hold are also much more tattered, and the guns are either antique Chinese rifles, or they are the Zhongzheng guns snatched from the puppet army, or they are the 38 guns snatched from the imperial army, but the imperial army can't do anything about them.

The only thing he now admits that Tubalu has improved is that the grenades made by their arsenal in Huangyadong are more powerful than before, and they were really blown into two at the earliest, but now the shrapnel that has exploded has increased significantly.

Because of this, in the battle that day, he saw several Tubalu soldiers pull grenades on their bodies, and each of them used their own lives to kill several lives of the Imperial Army soldiers.

These dirt roads are really much more difficult than the Chongqing army.

It's easy not to let you catch the shadow, if you really catch the shadow and face up to others, such as this sweep, you will find that people have no shortage of courage to die, until the end of the battle, the bullets in the hands of these Eighth Route Army have been empty, and they caught more than 30 prisoners under the shock of several machine guns.

Through the intelligence of the traitors and the two murderous advance teams, they knew that the guard regiment at the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army had two regiment commanders, both of whom were good at fighting, and they even found out that the head of this regiment was called Guo Shen, and the deputy head of the regiment was called Chen Tianming, but unfortunately they didn't know what they looked like, only that the head of the regiment, Guo Shen, was tall, and the deputy head of the regiment, Chen Tianming, was a big man.

It is impossible for none of these Eighth Route Army in charge of the palace to be an official, and it is the command organ of the Eighth Route Army that they are surrounding this time, so they believe that one of the soldiers behind the palace must be in command by the regiment commander.

It's just that I've interrogated several times so far, but I still haven't gotten the information I want to catch the person I want to arrest.

"Taijun, look?" The puppet army officer looked at the Japanese officer.

The pensive Japanese officer woke up, waved his hand and said in somewhat stiff Chinese: "Next." ”

……

In a village near the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, hundreds of soldiers stood solemnly with guns on either side, and in the middle of them was a thick-skinned coffin that was rarely seen nowadays.

Many villagers stood and watched from a little farther away, although they didn't speak, they were also thinking that it must be a big leader who sacrificed, otherwise how could they have made such a grand thick coffin.

At this time, the ticking suona sounded, and the poignant suona sound echoed between the mountains and the sky and went straight into people's hearts, because it was a mournful tune.

So, everyone knew that this was to bury the dead in a coffin.

The one who played the suona was not the folk trumpeter, but also the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

After China was forced into a war in 1931, it was difficult to distinguish who was a real soldier and who was a real citizen.

Young and middle-aged people either took the initiative to participate in the various anti-Japanese rescues of the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, or they were arrested by the Japanese army or the puppet army.

So the people who originally went to fight with guns now picked up the suona and played it skillfully, which is not amazing, at that time there was no "specialization in the art industry", and some were just four words "National War of Resistance".

The suona stopped, the military horn sounded again, and the four sentries held the brass horn and blew the charge horn that always made the Japanese pseudo-frightened with an expressionless face.

When the trumpet stopped, a man with glasses who looked like the head of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army stood up, and he took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and read it aloud.

"Comrade Chen Tianming's memorial meeting starts now!"

There was a whispered commotion among the onlookers.

Some asked in a low voice, "Who is Chen Tianming", and some who knew replied in a low voice, "It's the head of the guard regiment," and some insiders explained in a low voice: "It's not positive, it's deputy." ”

The head of the headquarters ignored the whispers of the people below and continued his eulogy.

From the day Chen Tianming, deputy head of the regiment, joined the army, he said that he was once a red imp on the Red Army's Long March, he once climbed snow-capped mountains and walked through grasslands, he once killed five white bandits by himself, he once led a company to defeat a battalion of Kuomintang reactionaries, and he even led his troops to seize the weapons of the puppet army and destroy the Japanese army's artillery tower many times in the defense of the Taihang anti-Japanese base area, and then in this anti-sweeping raid, in order to protect the headquarters chief, the staff of the organs, and the ordinary villagers led the troops to the palace, and finally died honorably.

At the end of his eulogy, he shouted: "Comrades, fellow countrymen, Comrade Chen Tianming has sacrificed!" Do you think we should avenge him? Do you want to avenge the heroic sacrifice of the officers and men of the New Fourth Army? ”

"Yes! Want! Want! The indignant soldiers and civilians in the base area let out an earth-shattering roar.

When the echo of the roar finally died down among the mountains, the head of the headquarters announced in a deep voice: "Lift the coffin and bury it!" ”

Then, the four soldiers of the Eighth Route Army lifted the thick leather coffin placed in the center of the crowd and walked towards the depths of the mountain with heavy steps, followed by people with equally heavy footsteps.

Several female Eighth Route Army soldiers silently watched the scene below on a hill in the distance, and one of the young female Eighth Route soldiers with a somewhat yellow face was sighing secretly in her heart, not knowing if this trick was good or not, and there was only this trick.

……

Half a month later, in a dark night, more than a dozen soldiers of the Eighth Route Army escaped on a train bound for Lushunkou, Liaoning, and they began to walk back to the Taihang Resistance Base on foot.