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From a distance, the lights of the coal mining company are still on, and the stars don't seem to be as bright as they used to be.

Shimada Yoshito looked through the accounts in his study, leisurely drinking tea, unaware that a group of evil stars was rapidly approaching, that his happy life in China was coming to an end, and that the tragic fate of prisoners for him and his family was coming.

During the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese not only frantically plundered various mineral resources in China, but also brutally abused and killed Chinese miners. Among them, laborers, who were made up of prisoners of war or anti-Japanese elements, suffered even more miserable. It can be said that the Japanese capitalists in China have the blood of innocent Chinese on their hands.

The coal mining company was completely occupied by the advance team without much effort, and Shimada Yoshito and several Japanese overseers and their families were arrested from the dormitory and duty room and gathered together. Among them were old men and women, and a few children, who were crying and begging under the beating and scolding of the wolf-like warriors.

"Shut up." Yang Tianfeng swung his command knife and slammed it into Shimada Yoshito's head with a sheath.

Yoshito Shimada screamed in pain and covered his forehead, blood running down his fingers. Xiao Si raised his legs, kicked Shimada to the ground, kicked and stomped hard with his big leather boots, blood foam spurted out of Shimada's mouth, and he couldn't even moan.

"Please, don't fight." A young Japanese girl suddenly pounced, knelt in front of Xiao Si, and pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Xiao Si was a little at a loss, and turned his gaze to Yang Tianfeng, who threw the command knife over with a brush, and then turned his body back.

Yang Tianfeng did not think that these Japanese expatriates were innocent at all. They may not have killed people directly, but their life of power on Chinese soil is to suck the blood and sweat of the Chinese, plundering and squeezing the indirect damage to the Chinese, which may not be much less than the real Japanese soldiers.

Of course, he had his own ideas, and this was a test for Xiao Si and the other soldiers, and it was not necessary to kill a lot of Japanese expatriates. War does not tolerate mercy, especially for the aggressor.

Xiao Si hesitated, slowly pulled out the knife, the cold light flashed on the Japanese woman's face, she looked up at Xiao Si in a daze, and said nothing.

Once upon a time, it was the Chinese people who whispered or wailed in front of the Japanese devils, but they could not exchange the slightest mercy from the beast soldiers.

Now that it was the Japanese, to make them abuse and humiliated like slaves, Yang Tianfeng suddenly felt a thrill of revenge, and even longed to see the scene of human heads falling to the ground and blood gushing out.

The knife was raised, and judging from Xiao Si's posture, it was not a head, but a straight slash on the head, to split the person in half.

"Wait, don't kill." A few people ran over.

Xiao Si put down the knife, feeling relieved, he was still not cold-blooded enough.

"They are expatriates, not soldiers, according to the Geneva Conventions-" He Dameng ran to him, glared at him, and was just halfway through his speech, when he was unceremoniously interrupted by Yang Tianfeng.

"Who are you, tell me the truth?" Yang Tianfeng's fingers almost touched He Dameng's nose, "If you have something to say, you can go and say it to the Japanese devils, see if they can turn from beasts to people." ”

"Chief Yang, let's hurry up!" He Da choked up violently, and diverted the topic with a twist.

Yang Tianfeng snorted, his tone slowed down slightly, and said, "Please start the train as soon as possible, we have to hurry up." Of course, we are grateful afterwards. ”

"What kind of thanks do you want to thank or not, as long as you kill the devil, it is your life, and we are duty-bound." He Dameng smiled heartily, turned around and greeted the purple-faced man, "Let's go, let's go drive the train." ”

He Dameng and others are a small group of armed forces active on the railway line, and there are only about a dozen people in total. Lao Huang was vague, and Yang Tianfeng also understood that they were likely to be the anti-Japanese team led by GC*D. After all, Lao Huang was alone, so he had to join them to help.

During the Battle of Wuhan, although frictions between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party occurred from time to time, on the whole, this period was a golden period for the Chinese nation to unite and resist Japan. The democratic republican form of government, which Mr. Sun ZS fought for all his life, was embodied to a certain extent at this time.

At that time, China's main political parties, the Kuomintang and GC*D, were united in their resistance to Japan, and each party and faction could adhere to its own political views. A new and very strange phenomenon has emerged in history: that is, all parties and factions have adhered to their own different political views and propositions, but there has been an unprecedented national unity in the whole country.

On March 29, 1938, the Kuomintang held its provisional national congress in Wuhan University in Luojiashan, Wuchang, to adapt to the domestic political situation and take the line of the War of Resistance. The most important thing is to decide on the organization of public opinion organs, formulate the "Organic Law of the National Council for Political Participation," and implement the system of the National Council for Political Participation.

The candidates for the National Council are selected by various political parties, cultural groups, economic groups, and producers. The nature of the council is that of an advisory body, and it stipulates that all major national policies must be discussed and approved by the council. Mao ZD, Zhou EL and others were all elected as members of the political council.

ZG founded Xinhua Daily in Wuhan and distributed it nationwide. Kuomintang veteran Yu Youren wrote a masthead for the newspaper with an inscription. Senior Kuomintang generals and leaders, and well-known personalities wrote inscriptions of congratulations to the newspaper. There are Feng Yuxiang, Bai Chongxi, Kong Xiangxi, Shao Lizi, Chen Mingshu, Zhang Zhizhong, Shi Ying, etc. Various democratic parties and well-known personages without party affiliation can also openly support the newspaper and write inscriptions to celebrate the newspaper one after another.

Mao ZD's "On Protracted War" can also be printed as a pamphlet in Wuhan and distributed among the armies on the Yangtze River front, and some units have also freely chosen "On Protracted War" as a political textbook to organize officers and men to study.

Although the democratic republic situation during the Wuhan period was short and imperfect, it is always worth remembering and pondering, and it is "endless hope......

The two major parties of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party and all parties and factions will unite to resist the humiliation and go to the national disaster together. How good it would be if such a situation could continue, Yang Tianfeng reluctantly put this beautiful dream aside, looked at He Dameng's back, and sighed softly.

Yang Tianfeng sent people to the stronghold and asked Guo Songlin to concentrate most of the remaining personnel in the coal mining company, leaving only the translator Han Wenping and a squad of soldiers to guard the phone to deal with it.

"Woo......" A long whistle roared, and the locomotive hissed and panted, and started slowly, and the wheels rubbed against the rails to make a low rolling sound. The rumbling sound grew louder and louder, and the ground began to shake. The train pulled several carriages, like a steel monster, staring at bright one-eyed and spewing clouds of white mist.

There was a commotion among the soldiers, most of whom had never seen this huge iron fellow, and some had never even heard of it. Some people paradoxically explain that this iron dragon eats coal and drinks, and its stomach can hold many people and things, and when it arrives at the place, it will spit out people and things.

"Get in the car, get in the car, don't talk." Song Qingpu and several officers opened the door of the carriage and urged.

Yang Tianfeng and Xiao Si got into the front of the car, put down the shovel with a purple face, and grinned politely, the driver sat quietly in the driver's seat, holding the driving handlebar, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he didn't even look back.

A moment later, the train started, and Purple Face picked up the big shovel and shoveled the coal into the boiler, and the flames in the boiler reflected his face red. The driver's face floated with a sense of smug driving pleasure, and he raised the speed of the train to the fastest speed.

The rails are like two silver threads that can't be drawn, pulling them under their feet. Amid the sound of the roaring machines, the sound of the wind was heard, and the trees and villages rolled backwards like a spinning disk. The significance of this drive is not in the length of the distance, but in mastering it, as exciting as jumping on an acute fierce horse and taming it.

This is a rare opportunity, he usually has the skills to drive, and he also wants to be a train driver, but he never achieves his wish. Unexpectedly, today, he finally got his wish and let this huge steel monster move forward tame under his hands.

The train stopped at the fork in the road, the searchlights went out, and it lurked there silently like a beast waiting in the darkness to hunt for it.

Leaving a squad to guard, Yang Tianfeng led the troops to rush for another two miles, and then began to move separately on the railway line. Gao Yunhuan and Tong Zhihe led two teams disguised as patrols and spread out to both sides to clean up and control the railway within one kilometer, and buried explosives on the railway to intercept the devil ironclad train that might be coming. The rest of the troops began to enter the ambush area, lying on the ditches and slopes on both sides of the roadbed, while the demolition team installed explosives and laid electrical wiring.

Yang Tianfeng sat on the ground, took out a cigarette roll, and when Xiao Si was about to light a fire for him, he shook his head again, put the cigarette away, and looked at his watch, it was already half past two in the morning, hurry up, and finally he was not late, now he had to wait.

The preparations have all been put in place, because it is the wounded soldier train of the devil, there is no need to consider the problem of accidental injury, Yang Tianfeng ordered all the explosives to be buried, and at the beginning of the war, he wanted to blow up the devil and lose the ability to fight back.

There was silence all around, except for the fake patrols moving back and forth regularly, patrolling. Just when the soldiers in ambush were feeling anxious and impatient, and there was some slight movement, suddenly there was a clattering sound from the south, along the railway.

Then the sound grew louder and louder, the earth shook, the searchlights on the locomotive came from afar, and the gray and black roadbed seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The train rushed towards it with a loud rumbling sound, spraying white mist, and the fierce wind that rolled up from under the car blew the weeds on the side of the road as if they were about to be pulled up.

Yang Tianfeng turned his head to look at Xiao Yunpeng, the military commander in charge of the blasting, this kid stared at the train intently, holding the detonator in his hand, and didn't notice Yang Tianfeng's worry at all.

Suddenly, Xiao Yunpeng's hand was moved, and his body was pressed down......