This little devil is really smart, but Zhao Yiping just doesn't say, how to guess is your thoughts, whether to say it or not is my secret.

"Yaga!" Jiro Kimura was in a hurry, he knew that against the Eighth Route Army, it was not the Kuomintang, and it was not possible to surrender in three or two sentences. Today, he has witnessed the death of too many imperial soldiers, and he wants to take this Eighth Route Army with blood for blood, tooth for tooth, to take this Eighth Route Army to be angry, "Punishment!" Torture! If he is not punished, he will not say it. ”

A little devil came up, took a bucket of gasoline, and poured it from Zhao Yiping's head to his heels.

Kono said sinisterly and slyly: "China has a sky lantern, and our Great Japanese Empire is merciful, so we won't light it for you." How is this gasoline warm-up game, can you take a look at the previs effect first? ”

As he spoke, the fierce Kono nodded, and a Japanese soldier dragged a half-dead village housekeeper stupid dog. Then it was poured with gasoline, and the gasoline burned with a "boom".

The stupid dog suddenly ran and jumped and struggled and danced in the fire as if it had gone mad, and a survival instinct urged it to exert all the strength it had to make its last struggle.

The villagers couldn't bear to look at it, so they turned their heads back one by one, looking away.

Some scolded in their hearts, "These little devils are not raised by people, they are all animals!" "Little devil with a thousand cuts, I am your ancestor!" "The Eighth Route Army is coming, come and destroy these little devils!"

The gasoline burned out on the stupid dog's body, but the fat on the stupid dog's body also began to burn, and finally all that was left was a miserable pile of rotten meat with little skin and no hair.

The stupid dog didn't move at all, this stupid dog without the slightest ability to resist, I'm afraid that even if he died, he was scolding the little devil, and even if he became a dog soul, he wouldn't let go of the little devil.

Just wait!

Jiro Kimura was holding a torch and dangling it in front of Zhao Pingyi.

Kono said to Zhao Yiping insidiously: "How about it, the effect is not bad!" Let's start from scratch, what's your last name? What is it called? ”

Zhao Yiping snorted and said: "What is my surname, there is a hundred family surnames, my surname is Zhang Wang Li Zhao, what is called, I will be called Chinese." ”

Kono didn't sound right, and said to Zhao Yiping, "Let's not talk about this anymore." So, let me ask you again, which unit are you from, and what is the number of the unit? ”

Zhao Yiping said calmly: "I am from the Eighth Route Army, and the number of the unit is to destroy the Japanese army. ”

Mu Lang Erlang was anxious when he heard it, he couldn't hold back anymore, he yelled, and he was about to order: "Baga!" The Eighth Route Army is very powerful, don't tell the truth. To treat such soldiers, only the dead are dead. ”

Kono stopped him, and said to Zhao Yi calmly: "In Chinese words, death is like a lamp going out, and if you die, you will get nothing." It's good to be alive, you can enjoy anything while you're alive, delicious food, fun, good accommodation, golden tickets, our imperial army will give them all. If you don't cooperate, our Imperial Japanese Army really won't be able to save you? ”

Zhao Yiping also knew that he had reached the last moment, and he had no hope of living anymore. He shouted loudly to the villagers who were watching: "Fellow villagers, we are all the people of Liaocheng. Have you seen it, the little devil kills people and sets fires, does all kinds of evil, can the life of being a slave of the country be good! Everyone quickly organized, pick up knives and guns and do it with the little devils, there are many of us, there are few of them, we can drown them with a mouthful of spittle. ”

Kono knew that no matter how much he scared this Eighth Route Army who was not afraid of death, he would not tell the truth, so he had to nod his head to Jiro Kimura.

Jiro Kimura gritted his teeth, stared, and lit the gasoline on Zhao Yiping's body with a torch. "Boom-" There was a bang, and the gasoline burst into flames, forming a large fireball.

Zhao Yiping used all his strength and scolded: "Little devil, I am not finished with you, and you will be your ancestors for eight lifetimes." Long live the Communist Party of China! Long live the Eighth Route Army! The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression will be won—"

Zhao Yiping didn't feel pain at all, but felt that his body was very cold, a kind of cold that penetrated into his bone marrow.

Suddenly, a blinding light appeared in the dark sky, and a large crack in the sky cracked in the sky.

He saw himself become a fiery phoenix, flapping his wings, flying towards the sky, struggling to rise into the air, his body became bigger and bigger, flying faster and faster, galloping across the infinite universe, soaring freely.

Maybe in many years, it will become a high-rise building, a villa. People will look at you in a hurry, because this is where you will live forever.

In the legend, the phoenix is the messenger of happiness in the world, every 500 years, it has to bear all the pain and grievances accumulated in the world, throw itself into the raging fire**, and exchange the end of life and beauty for the peace and happiness of the world. In the same way, they can only be reborn after the physical body has undergone great suffering and reincarnation.

The dying phoenix is thrown into the fire, bathed in the fire and reborn, its feathers are more abundant, its sound is clearer, and its god is more marrow, becoming a beautiful and brilliant eternal fire phoenix.

The dead are gone, and the living are like this. After the pain, tears turned into strength, every inch of the rising shoulder, will reduce a wound in the heart, gradually, the painful memory washed away by the years, with the increasingly cheerful face precipitated in the depths of the heart, but also a shallow smile in countless hopeful eyes.

Perhaps, no one would have thought that the trauma of this passing year would ripple into the wisps of lotus fragrance in the depths of the Liaocheng Canal in the gradual decline of the years, no one would have thought that they could still dance in the glorious neon lights and live a comfortable life, and no one would have thought that the forgotten Xu Lou would be fragrant again, waiting for the legendary phoenix.

Perhaps, everyone will think that the life that has fallen cannot be recovered, but what stands is the hope of life.

Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes, is no longer a beautiful legend.

Zhao Yiping, a native of Yuncheng, Henan, was born on July 23, 1910 in an urban poor family, joined the Chinese Communist Youth League in 1925 through Peng Xuefeng's introduction, and joined the Communist Party of China in 1926.

Zhao Yiping has been engaged in the party's underground work, student movement work, military movement work and cultural activities for many years. He came to Liaocheng in early January 1938 and successively served as the secretary general of the Political Department of the Sixth District of Shandong, the secretary general of the Special Committee of the Communist Party of China in Northwest Shandong Province, the secretary general of the Party Committee of the West Lu District, and the head of the United Front Work Department. Most of the important documents of the Northwest Lu Special Committee and the Political Department and the important editorials of the Anti-Japanese War Daily were drafted and written by Yiping.

He made major contributions to the construction of anti-Japanese base areas in northwestern Shandong, the development of the anti-Japanese national united front, the building of the party, and the mobilization of the masses.

Comrade Yiping dedicated his life to the great communism and the sacred cause of national liberation, and is still remembered by the people of northwestern Shandong.

The battle of Liuli Temple, the enemy and us fought fiercely for a day. After dusk, under the command of the column command, the advance column, the plain column, withdrew from the battle. However, the organs of the column and the organs of the special zone unexpectedly encountered the enemy, and both organs suffered heavy losses.

The advance column moved southeast of Dulangkou and assembled in the area of Danzhen and Yuhuang Temple in the northeast of Dong'e. The troops are sheltered and resting, and the smoke is reduced in their residences, so as not to expose the target as much as possible.

At 11 a.m. the next day, four or five enemy bean chariots were found operating four or five miles away from the column.

The troops insisted on concealment and did not expose the target. The enemy bean chariot didn't notice anything and slowly retreated.

At 4 o'clock, all the troops of the advance column were gathered, and at 5 o'clock, they arrived at Zhaoguan Town on the edge of the Yellow River, and it was already dark.

At this time, the Yellow River has been diverted after the embankment burst at the Huayuankou in Henan, and there is no water below Kaifeng.

At night, the advance column and all the troops and personnel of the Luxi Special Committee crossed the Yellow River from Zhaoguanzhen to Xiaolipu at the junction of Dong'e, Dezhou, and Tai'an and entered Dafeng Mountain.

After the battle of Liulisi, Han Xing's troops returned to the Guanxian base in 32 tank vehicles that swam forward. To be precise, there are fewer tanks, not enough for these people to sit. But the car is dead, and the person is alive, and it can take turns.

The tanks swam forward for a while, waiting for the team behind them to walk behind. The team on foot catches up, then takes the bus, and then changes the team on the bus.

Han Xing also had an idea, that is, to find Qi Zi to settle accounts. When he came, shouldn't Qi Zixiu hand over the gun of the guard company! At this moment, not only the guns of the guard company, but also the guns of the special operations battalion, and the tank battalion that swam forward were all sent to him.

As long as Qi Zixiu has this ability, all these equipment will be given to him.

Han Xing sat in You Qianqian's command car and said to You Xiangqian: "Battalion Commander You, drive slowly, don't panic." Let's see if Qi Zixiu can find this kid. Didn't he ask for our assault rifles, okay, I'll give them them. ”

You Xiangqian had already known about this matter, and said to Han Xing with a smile: "Commander Han, Qi Zixiu is not a fool, looking at our formation, he just wants to give it to him, does he dare to ask for it?" Qi Zixiu is too cunning, he just relies on you and the guards to have few people, so he is easy to bully. Why didn't he dare to ask for our tanks, he came to ask for it, and told him to eat our shells first. ”

Han Xing also knew that if Qi Zixiu saw these tanks and troops, he would have been scared a long time ago, and how dare he come to find trouble again, so he had to say: "The gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late." When I see him again, I'll have to dirty him. ”

The troops drove unhurriedly towards Guanxian, and the county seat could not enter. Because during the battle of Liuli Temple, the little devil had already occupied the county seat of Guanxian County. Han Xing's troops drove to the south of the county seat of Guanxian County, and then drove to the base camp of the Zhuxian column, Sang'a Town.

Sang'a Town is a large town in the southeast of Guanxian County, 15 kilometers southeast of Guanxian County, which is the junction of the three counties of Guanxian, Tangyi and Xin County, and its political and military position is very important.

After the Japanese army occupied the county seat of Guanxian, they were also very arrogant, constantly sweeping around Guanxian in a vain attempt to wipe out our anti-Japanese contingent and extinguish our raging anti-Japanese fire.