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The three eastern provinces, Ji'an Mountains. As the old ridge of the backbone of the Ji'an Qun, the high mountain ravine stream has formed a very long ditch, from the ditch gate to the ditch, it is more than 60 miles long, and there are some kilns that fall in it, which is where the poor peasants who plant the hillside land in the ditch live. There are fallen wood ditches in the ditch, the big and small black ditches, the Chen ditch, etc., and these ditches are full of primeval forests with a hug of thickness. In the old woods, the sun is not visible all day long. Walking in from the ditch gate, about five or six miles away, there is a bridge across the mountains, which is the famous overpass. At the foot of the overpass, there was a low shack pressed on the mountainside, and a man came out of it when it was just dawn. He was dressed in a colorful ragged robe with white flowers and a pair of torn rubber shoes with his toes exposed. He walked briskly to another shack, and when he entered, he saw an emaciated middle-aged man lying inside, and another person sitting next to him.

"Water, water......" Zhang Ruilin only felt that his mouth was dry, as if his heart, liver, intestines and lungs were about to explode. The water, drank it drop by drop, he sobered up a little, and what caught his eye was Liu Tieshi, a comrade-in-arms of the Anti-United Nations, who was sitting next to the bed.

"Lao Zhang, your illness can't be delayed any longer!" Zhang Xianglong, who had just entered the house, said.

"I've been having a fever and some pus from the wound." Liu Tieshi received.

"I'm going to get some medicine!" Zhang Xianglong said.

"No, it's too dangerous!" Zhang Ruilin on the bed weakly refused.

"Don't worry about this, leave it to me, Tieshi, you take care of Lao Zhang!" After Zhang Xianglong finished speaking, he strode out of the house, returned to his shack, took out the Mauser pistol and the remaining 12 rounds of ammunition from the bedside, tightly grasped the handle of the pistol, pinned it to the waistband of his trousers, and went out.

After the winter of 1941, the Japanese implemented the policy of "closing the iron arms and combing the forests" in the three eastern provinces, and the living environment of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation deteriorated sharply and encountered unprecedented difficulties. In 1942, considering the entire form of the Anti-Japanese War, after the Northeast Anti-United Nations troops retreated to the Soviet Union for renovation, only more than 50 Anti-United Nations fighters in Heilongjiang Province were divided into 5 small detachments to persist in fighting. Zhang Xianglong's detachment is one of the five squads, and now there are only 8 or 9 people left.

Due to the enemy's tight blockade, they lost contact with the local party organizations, had no support, no food, and no soldiers, and lived in the deep mountains and old forests all year round. In the spring, an insect called grass crawler has become a natural enemy, this insect spreads forest encephalitis, falls on people and burrows into the flesh to suck blood, when it is found and dragged out, the head is left in the flesh, itching for more than ten days, and some comrades are poisoned to death; In summer, all kinds of mosquitoes bite painfully and itchyly, and the body is scratched with ulcers and inflammation; The long winters in the Northeast are even more terrible. Last year, when they were fighting guerrilla warfare in the area of the chimney, it was a time when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, and there was no food or shelter, and many of the only horses they had were killed, and later they ate belts and leather shoes. In the end, if I really didn't have anything to eat, I ate the grass roots and the cotton in my clothes, and I couldn't digest it even if I ate it. In the spring of 1943, Zhang Xianglong's guerrilla detachment had another exchange of fire with the puppet army in a guerrilla operation, and Zhang Ruilin was shot through his right thigh by a bullet, and later developed a local infection, and began to have a high fever for many days.

Ji'an City, a border town, the population is not large, a street seems deserted, the garrison of the Japanese is stationed in the east of the town, Shao Benliang's puppet army is stationed in the west of the town, the only small pharmacy on the street is basically controlled by them, all the iodine wine, red potion, sand cloth, adhesive tape, etc. used to treat red injuries have to be accounted for, and the number of their restrictions cannot be sold every day, if there is a suspicious person, you must report to the garrison, in addition to these, the garrison often comes here to stare at a little, and buying medicine here is simply a tiger's mouth to pull teeth, But in order for Zhang Ruilin to heal his injuries as soon as possible, Zhang Xianglong decided to fight.

Zhang Xianglong carried a firewood flat pole on his shoulder, a rope on it, an axe pinned to his waist, and the dress of an authentic mountain person, came to the small pharmacy: "Shopkeeper, my brother went up the mountain to collect firewood the day before yesterday and broke his leg, I came to buy some medicine," he handed over the prescription as he spoke.

"Only three pills of each medicine are sold, and only one roll of sand cloth is sold, a total of one yuan of land horns!"

"Shopkeeper, please, it's not easy for us people in the mountains to come down!"

"No, I'll sell you more, and I can't explain when those people ask!"

Zhang Xianglong had to pay for the medicine, he just walked to the door, suddenly walked in a person, only to see him with a pair of black sunglasses on his beard, wearing a top hat, wearing a robe, and holding a folding fan in his hand, he stared at Zhang Xianglong tightly, Zhang Xianglong saw it, quickly slipped out of the gate, hurriedly went out of the city, and got into a sorghum land, and soon, six ghostly plainclothes on the road into the city followed. Zhang Xianglong desperately tried to get rid of the six people, but years of injuries and malnutrition caused him to be seriously lacking in physical strength and almost exhausted.

Finally, after nearly an hour of stalemate, Zhang Xianglong was afraid that their purpose was to find the location of his troops. On a mountainside, they exchanged fire, 11 bullets were quickly consumed, one of the opponents was killed, one was wounded, and the others were coming towards him, Zhang Xianglong was trying to take the last bullet as a glorious bullet, only to hear a few screams around him, the four plainclothes and the one who fell to the ground burst out one after another dazzling blood flowers, and then there was no movement.

"Hello!"

A voice suddenly came from behind him, making Zhang Xianglong instinctively raise his gun and quickly aim behind him. I saw a man in a colorful green military uniform standing behind him, very young, about 20 years old.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Zhao Gang (Wang Fan's pseudonym, Li Yunlong's political commissar, hehe!) I saw those two devils shooting at you, so I helped you eliminate them, may I ask who you are? ”

"I'm Zhang Debiao, a subordinate of Liu Shanye nearby." Zhang Xianglong, who was afraid of the enemy's bitter tricks, made up nonsense.

"Hello, you are older, I will call you Brother Zhang, the second devil has been eliminated by me, I am also leaving, I see that you have some small injuries on your body, here are some Western medicine and food you take." As he spoke, Wang Fan took the small bag he was carrying behind him. "There is a small medicine box here, which contains three kinds of Western medicine, two for internal use, and one for external medicine, which has special effects on infections and fever caused by trauma, and there are also some supplies such as sauce and meat, you can hold it together!"

"Dude, what do you mean by that?" In the face of Wang Fan's kindness, Zhang Xianglong was a little unpredictable, why would a person who met him in Pingshui be so good to him, and asked cautiously.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, I don't mean anything else, there are not many people who dare to fight with the two devils these days, I admire you for this, give!" Saying that, Wang Fan put the small backpack near Zhang Xianglong's feet, and then said: "Those two devil traitors should have some cash and pistol bullets on them, don't forget to take them, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, we are destined to see you again!" After speaking, Wang Fan turned around and walked towards the depths of the woods.

Seeing Wang Fan's back directly at him, Zhang Xianglong was a little stunned, but the harsh reality in the Northeast made him veto the idea of bringing this unknown person back to the team's stronghold. It wasn't until Wang Fan's figure disappeared that Zhang Xianglong hid in the shadow created by the nearby big trees, and it wasn't until more than 20 minutes later, after confirming that there were no other abnormalities, he quickly picked up the small backpack, checked that there were no dangerous items, and then ran to several two devils, and took off all the pistols, bullets, money, clothes and backpacks on their bodies, and then quickly disappeared into the green forest, and made an extra big circle before returning to the low ground nest and shed on the mountainside of Ludong.

"Why don't you go back to the detachment's station with him," Yadi asked Weilan.

"For the two people who met for the first time, it is easier to be suspicious if they are overly enthusiastic, and now that he has some medicines and supplies I gave, the possibility of the wounded comrade-in-arms to recover is greater, and this is enough, although I guess he may be the left-behind fighter of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation, and he wants to help them a little more, but historically, that is, this year, the main force of the Soviet Union's Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation will send people to contact them, and then smoothly and safely withdraw from the Northeast, and wait until the 45-year counteroffensive to come back, They have been holding out in the Northeast for 12 years (counting from 1931), and there are enough unsung heroes like them in history, it's time for them to rest and rest! ”

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