Chapter 82: Avenging the Mother

This valley is a narrow but wide ravine inside. There are some large and small stone ponds between the cliffs that are easy to hide.

Three days earlier, the enemy had occupied Malingshan. The mission itself was a feint, and in fact, the feint force only had to march on the mountain road in Maling Mountain to complete the task.

No one thought that the commander of the enemy army Kuwata would be able to divide his troops and personally "sweep" the valley. Even Kuwata himself could not have imagined in advance that it was the translator Sour Cabbage who had set foot on his homeland for ten years, and that it was caused by the guidance of this lackey loyal to Japanese imperialism who was "not close to his family" according to the commander of the Japanese army, Kuwata, and that his hometown had his own friend.

Looking for a native who was close to him, he naturally thought of the valley where she had been blessed with the old exploiter ten years ago, and imagined that it might be possible to find a friend who shook hands with him here. Because of the above-mentioned reasons, only the large and small ravines around this area in the Maling Mountains left the hoof prints of the Japanese invading army.

When the sour cabbage and the old exploiter unexpectedly reunited, when this pair of national scum built roads and bridges and made a secret contact, and when the big devil Watian used a quick knife to cut the mess and used the bitter meat trick, no matter how old exploitation paralyzed into shit, his soul flew out of the sky, and he didn't have the spirit to put anything in his ears, but Wata encouraged the ears of the old exploiters and said:

"Big brother, please rest assured, in order to ensure the safety of your brother and not be suspected and censored by ***, in addition to escorting you with the sound of guns and cannons, and opening the way for you with shouts, the imperial army will completely wash this small ravine with blood, and destroy all the lives that can speak and learn!"

As a result, the Japanese invading army began a massacre in this small valley.

Da Li's mother and three female companions were finally found, and the enemy pushed and dragged them to an old jujube tree for interrogation. The spy sour cabbage hurried over to identify who it was, for fear that he had accidentally injured a character like the old exploiter. He shot his mother through a layer of pale green blackout glasses. His mother was watching him, too.

When the enemies saw each other, their eyes were very red, and the mother recognized that this was the murderer of her eldest son ten years ago. So she forgot what was going on and cried out angrily, "Rotten! It's you, I can see you, I find you, you can't run!"

The sour cabbage sneered and said, "Yes, we meet again, you can't run or I can't run." We haven't seen each other in years, you know? Your unscrupulous son is waiting to be your companion! ”

Da Li's mother rushed over and wanted to fight for her life with the enemy. The sour cabbage flashed, and the mother staggered and fell, got up and threw the stone at the sour cabbage. At this time, the pistols of Wada and Hu Sour Cabbage rang off at the same time, and the mother and the three poor old ladies fell in a pool of blood.

Da Li's mother, three innocent old ladies, were all brutally killed!

A pillar of smoke rises in a valley in Maling Mountain. In order to ensure the success of his bitter plan, the commander of the depression field washed the valley in blood and set fire to the old exploitative mountain villa.

On the stretcher that was approaching step by step, there was a mother and her three old ladies who had died tragically.

The communications company commander, Fang Xiao, the secretary general, and the platoon commander Zhang walked to the village to meet the four stretchers. That's when the group came running. Who was lying on the stretcher, everyone still couldn't understand it for a while.

Everyone saw Da Li walking in the lead of these stretchers from a distance. She was dressed in a coarse cloth short. The usually light and sloppy body now looks heavy. Her usual crimson face was now very pale. A pair of eyes that were already watery are now full of tears......

After the soldier carrying the stretcher whispered to everyone who was carrying it, Platoon Leader Zhang and the team first asked the stretcher to stop and see with their own eyes whether the dead mother could be rescued. This pair of brothers, since the loss of their parents, were the first faithful members of their mother's embryonic labor group.

Most of their food was cooked by their mothers, and most of the footkicks they wore came from the thousands of threads in their mothers' hands. …… They lost their biological mother, who was the mother they shared through thick and thin. Now the mother has been killed by the enemy and cannot be saved. The group cried out in grief first, and Zhang Pai also said with tears in his eyes: "Mom, open your eyes and look at us again, and then call a big group, a group!" ……”

For a moment, the audience wept.

In order to turn everyone's grief into strength and into a raging fire against the enemy, Fang Xiao and the company commander raised their hands and shouted: "Down with Japanese imperialism!" We must avenge Aunt Shi! ”

The people gathered at the entrance of the village were full of grief and indignation, and they raised their hands and shouted together. The mountains echoed with the sound of lang, shouting with everyone.

Da Li clenched back his tears and said, "Tell the militia Wang Assembly, Sun Xiaopeng, there are their mothers who have also been killed by the enemy!" Let all of us not be sad. Turn your grief into strength and avenge our mother! ”

Everyone shouted in unison, "We will turn our grief into strength and avenge our mother!" ”

Da Li faced everyone and said, "What about Uncle Wu Sanqi, the old village chief? Ask him to come out and preside over the funeral. During the enemy's 'sweep', we need to bury our mother as soon as possible. Everything has to be revolutionized. We buried our four mothers on our back hillside. Erect a small stone monument to record our hatred. What do you think about this? ”

When everyone was giving their opinions, the old village chief came. This old village chief is actually the branch secretary of this village. Because of the cruelty of the war, the party organization is still in a semi-secret state, and his identity is not disclosed. The old village chief's name is Wu Sanqi. He was the guide for Da Li to participate in the revolution. In his senses, the big plum is like a peach, plum and apricot tree that rains in spring, suddenly grows and blooms. Her ingenuity in revolutionary work made the old farmer's eyes open with joy and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Although this old man is an elder, in front of Da Li, the old village chief is more humble than all the younger generations. All the truths that Da Li said were the truths that he had churned in his heart several times but couldn't say for a while.

This time, with tears in his eyes, after listening to Da Li's opinion, he said: "Folks, this opinion is very good, this opinion is also my opinion, and the opinion that I didn't say was told by Da Li, and we have to act according to the war situation." In this matter, we also have to ask the head of the military region if he has any opinions? By the way, there are also comrades Lao Gu and Lao Fang, all of whom asked them to share their opinions. ”

Chen Shiyu, Wan Yi and Gu Mu, who heard the cry, came to the middle of the people, Wan Yi and Gu Mu signaled to Commander Chen deeply, and the eyes of the two clearly said: "Speak, it's time to speak." When you should speak, you must speak. ”

Commander Chen, who has traveled through the thousands of rivers and mountains of the motherland and has been tempered by the flames of war for a long time, has also experienced all kinds of tragic things. However, this sad and passionate scene today is the first time I have seen it. A mother who knew the cold and heat of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army died, a mother who relied on two orphans died, a mother who was missed by everyone in the village died, and a great mother died. The autumn wind swept through the villa, and everyone would never be able to see the mother......

Commander Chen faced the crowd gathered in this mountain villa, and the sadness and anger overwhelmed this mountain villa. He exchanged glances with those present, and those eyes seemed to say:

"Chief, it's time for you to speak, you can tell us a few words, you are the one who followed the **Long March, you are the one who has seen death, blood, fire, and battle! Although you are not very old, you are our revolutionary predecessors, and we want to listen to you! ”

Chen Shiyu sorted out his military uniform, stood on a big stone and said: "Fellow villagers, China's revolutionary war is carried out under the guidance of the first ideology, and no matter how great the difficulties and misfortunes we encounter, we must act according to the first ideology. If we want to resist Japan, we want revolution, we want to turn over, we want to liberate, we want not to be slaves to the country, we must fight bravely, and if we want to fight bravely, we will have glorious sacrifices, and glorious sacrifices are common in wars. ”

"Fight with the little ghost!" The Way.

"These four mothers are members of the Anti-Japanese Women's Association for National Salvation, and their tenacious and heroic sacrifice is glorious! They have made glorious sacrifices for the people of the whole country, they are the mothers of all our young people, and they are the mothers of all the young people of China! They have sacrificed, we must wipe away our tears, turn hatred into strength, turn grief into strength, and resolutely avenge our mother! ”

"Avenge our mother!" The Way.

"Resolutely repay the blood debt from the enemy! We agree with Comrade Da Li, a member of the Patrol District Committee, that during the war, it is necessary to bury these mothers as soon as possible, and everything must be revolutionized! Speaking of this, Chen Shiyu once again inspected the quiet crowd and said emphatically: "In addition to agreeing with all the opinions of Comrade Da Li, I also propose that all of us military and civilians hold a memorial service for these honorably sacrificed mothers, do you have any opinions?" ”

There were no objections, and everyone agreed.

"I propose again," Mr. Chen said, "that because the war situation has changed dramatically, our memorial service will be held before dark today." We must break the superstition and not believe in the superstitious principles of yin and yang gossip. The cemetery is under a few pine trees on the back slope according to what District Committee member Da Li said, do you agree with this opinion? ”

The surrounding enthusiastically shouted, "Agreed." ”

"I propose again," Chen Shiyu said, further, "that the entire work of this memorial service and the burial of these mothers be presided over by the old village chief, with the assistance of Minister Gu of the Shandong Military Region." Comrade Li Dali is the government representative of the leading inspection area, and she needs to rest after working hard, and we still have to discuss some official affairs with her. This is the last proposal, do you agree? ”

The crowd shouted "Agreed!" even more enthusiastically. After shouting and agreeing, several elderly people scrambled for Da Li to come to his house to rest. One of the old men, armed with a cane of artemisia, said, "Don't be sad, Da Li, come to my house." Your mother is dead, and I am your mother. Don't look at my legs and feet are not very good, I can cook anything you want to eat! If you miss your aunt, I'll ask someone to find it for you right away. ”

A few words led down the tears that Da Li had tightly in his eyes. The tears of the audience were also drawn.

The person with the crutches was none other than the old village chief's wife, Aunt Wu. said that Da Li had to accept the invitation and go to her house for dinner and rest. On this day, she tried her best to alleviate Da Li's grief.

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )