The jujube willows are thick, the new cicadas are noisy, the golden light is shining all over the slope, the laughter of the four fields is rippling, and the coastal area of Shandong's anti-Japanese base has set off a boom in wheat harvest.

Last winter, even the snow fell, this spring and rain are smooth, and the fertile land has lived up to the hard work of the people, bringing the villagers a bumper harvest. For more than half a year, the seeds sown with hatred and anger have been on the chest of Mother Earth, braving the smoke of war, enduring the trampling of the iron hooves of the invaders, taking deep roots, germinating tenaciously, growing vigorously, and finally ripening.

This year's wheat is so good that people are greedy, the stalks are thick and the ears are large, and the grains are full, and people only need to look at them and eat honey in their hearts. Since the beginning of spring, the ice has melted away, and the green wheat seedlings have grown as if they were listening to their masters. Whenever there is silence in the morning and dusk, people pass by the edge of the field, stop, and listen carefully, as if they can hear the squeak of wheat sprouts......

A few days ago, people looked at this large piece of golden wheat, joy and sorrow were intertwined, and in the flames of this national war, they still don't know who it will fall into!?

"It's really the Hong Fuho of the Eighth Route Army!"

"The main force of the Eighth Route Army has come here after going through thousands of rivers and mountains."

"The first battle against the Kuomintang recalcitrant army, and the invading mussel devils smashed the enemy and puppets several 'sweeps', unified the situation, and stabilized the people's livelihood."

In the midst of praise and praise, people regained their light in the boundless darkness. This year's victory and harvest have brought people a double joy. As soon as the wheat harvest season arrived, the people enthusiastically responded to the call of the party committee of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army and the democratic government of Ganyu to "cut and fight quickly, rush to harvest and grab seeds, clear the wilderness, and oppose the enemy and grab grain." Every household opened their sickles and everyone went to the fields, setting off an upsurge of surprise harvesting.

One night when the wheat was still drying on the field, on a small road, Song Jiliu led the political commissar of Hufu (political commissar of the New Fourth Army, secretary of the East China Bureau) and others to walk briskly. Song Jiliu wore a blue coarse cotton coat, with a red cow belt tied around his waist, two twenty rings obliquely inserted on it, the thin cotton clothes were so thin that he was wrapped, the two cuffs were tightly pulled, and his vigorous and brisk pace made people feel that he was a person with sharp hands and feet and a flexible mind, and he must be a good hand when he fights.

Along the way, he always pulled away from the political commissar Hu Fu and others, in order to be able to reconnoiter the situation in front; In the event of an accident, the chiefs he protects are not in danger.

At first, they tread hard paths; Later, he stepped on the grass by the roadside. When you are about to enter the village, avoid the straight avenue and burrow into the woods next to the village. Most of the forest trees are elm, jujube, willow and acacia; At the end of spring, the leaves of the trees had already come out, and the green branches and leaves were luxuriantly rushing into the sky. Jiliu squatted down and listened, and when there was no movement around, he stood up, opened the distance as usual, and walked towards the village. As he was about to cross the road, he heard someone shouting:

"Stop! Who? ”

"Who are you?" When Song Jiliu asked rhetorically, he found that there were fifty or sixty people lying at the intersection of the village head in front of him. He was as agile as a tanuki, and he scurried behind a big tree by the side of the road, and pulled out his waist with twenty sounds.

These actions made the people nervous even more, but they relied on the strength of the crowd and bullied the other side to be alone, so they let go of their courage, "Hun boy, don't ask where you have been, this is Dashahe Town!" ”

Hearing about Dasha River Town, Song Jiliu knew that it must be the gang of traitors on the Dasha River Turret. These guys, going out in groups in the dark, maybe have to do something hurtful. Then a wave of anger welled up in his heart: "Turtle grandchildren, you are blind and deaf. Haven't heard of a sharpshooter with the surname Song? ”

"You are Captain Song of the Mighty Rivers and Lakes!" The traitor at the head panicked.

"It's his old man!" The bold old Song Jiliu talks eloquently and does not take these people to heart.

"Don't be brute, we have a squadron, you can't take advantage." Another spy had the courage to say, secretly looking up to see if there was a partner behind Captain Song.

"Captain Song, it may be a coincidence that we met on a narrow road today, we are not looking for your 'trouble', according to me, both sides have business, let's be convenient, okay?" Yang Jinbo, who was the leader, said again.

"Then you must hurry back, and you are not allowed to let Lao Tzu out of the gate all night today!"

"We can go back, the gentleman is a word, but we are not allowed to shoot in the back." The traitors walked away with their tails between their legs.

Political Commissar Hu and others heard this conversation very clearly. I thought to myself: "Just as an ordinary guard or traffic officer, I didn't expect him to have such a great reputation in front of the enemy."

After stopping for a few minutes outside the village, they entered the street from another road. At the corner of the street, there are shops with closed doors, Chinese medicine shops that smell of medicine, hawker stall shelves, and bellows for striking iron are all placed in the open air. Political Commissar Liu and others stood under the eaves of the house with the words "mule and horse shop, all forage", waiting for Song Jiliu to find a guide. Soon, Jiliu escorted a pseudo-security chief like a prisoner. This guy muttered straight in his mouth: "Just lead the way, I, can't we send another person?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you dare to fart indiscriminately, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Not far from the village, they saw the blockade ditch, and they stepped on the wheat stubble field towards the edge of the ditch. The wheat stubble field has not yet been ploughed, and there are still ears of wheat left on the ground, thinking that the owner of the hard work of the land, in order to avoid causing trouble, hastily harvested and pulled them down. Zhu Baoyu, the pseudo-security chief, stepped up to the edge of the ditch, pointed to the bottomless blockade ditch and said: "How deep are two zhang, straight up and down, how can you pass, wait until dawn, disguise yourself and go from the mouth of the turret?" Otherwise, you won't be able to fly with your wings. ”

Political Commissar Hu came over and wanted to mobilize and persuade the puppet chief of security.

Song Jiliu made a gesture to stop, turned his head and said: "Climb the ditch and cross the turret for you to choose, if something goes wrong, I will immediately let you taste the taste of 'peanuts'." ”

The pseudo-security chief was helpless, and changed to say that the ditch near the turret was shallow and passable, for fear of being discovered by the enemy. Song Jiliu said that he was not afraid, and asked him to lead the way to the turret.

Approaching the turret, the ditch is really shallow, and there is a path trampled by pedestrians. At this time, the hanging lights in the turret can be clearly seen. The pseudo-security chief said in a trembling voice: "Comrades, listen, cards are being played on the turret, take this opportunity, you guys hurry up!" Don't make a noise. ”

Song Jiliu ignored him at all, first helped Political Commissar Liu and others to pass by, found a resting place for them in a quiet place, turned around and grabbed the edge of the ditch, and suddenly opened his voice and shouted: "Listen to the puppet army!" Now, the Anti-Japanese War has entered its fifth year, and you are still serving as a watchdog for the devils? I'm very busy today, so I just want to say two words: You have done a lot of bad things to the people, quickly bow your head and confess your guilt, leave yourself a way back, and be obsessed again, pay attention to the sharpshooter ...... of the martial arts team."

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his gun and snapped, and the bright hanging lamp was extinguished, and the dark turret was as silent as death. The pseudo-chief crouched on the opposite side of the blockade ditch and urinated in the crotch of his pants.

Political Commissar Hu praised and said: "Good, good marksmanship!" ”

Song Jiliu was a little proud, and said: "In the future, I will be asked to meet the enemy's big man, and I will shoot like this." ”

For some reason, after crossing the ditch, Lao Song's steps became faster and faster. After a rapid march, a village came into view. At this time, the night wind was more harsh than before, and the sound of chickens could be heard in the distance, and a layer of mist floated on the earth, and the village was covered with smoke, as if it was immersed in water.

The moon rose from behind the fog tent, flushed red, like someone who had picked up a big red lantern from the eastern horizon. The appearance of this village made Captain Song uncontrollably happy. Before crossing the ditch, he had been silent almost all night, but now, he talked a lot. Political Commissar Hu knew that this was not Song Jiliu's hometown, why was Song Jiliu so happy? Probably because of the rush through the blockade?