Wugou Village - the coastal area of the Eighth Route Army. ≤. The Eighth Route Army is holding a meeting, and political commissar Tang Liang is analyzing the current situation and determining combat tasks.≧ Tang Liang faced the battle map and circled all the artillery towers of the Japanese army in the coastal area. Song Jiliu sat in the innermost part of the room, his hands on his hips, and his eyes stared straight at the door.

Tang Liang: "Now the all-out war of resistance has begun. According to the instructions of the higher authorities, we must destroy all the artillery towers of the Japanese army in our area in the shortest possible time, and we must deal an all-round blow to the Japanese devils. Let's look at the next step of the battle plan. ”

"Good!" Commander Chen Shiyu, "The turrets of these strongholds are all centered on the Xingzhuang Turret, so I think that as long as the Xingzhuang Turret is eliminated, the other stronghold turrets are like flies without a head, and there is no leader." It's easy to get rid of it again. ”

"That's what happened!" Tang Liang said, Comrade Chen Shiyu's proposal is very good, but this time the task is arduous, and I have not yet found a suitable candidate, what do you think? ”

"Captain Song" Chen Shiyu said with a thumbs up, "I suggest that this mission be completed by the first squadron of the Ganyu Martial Arts Brigade alone." ”

"Good! This Ganyu Martial Arts Brigade is the Fifth Martial Arts Brigade of our Binhai Naval District. The deputy captain is the famous Captain Song! ”

"Good! With this old Comrade Song, we can rest assured! ”

The others nodded.

"Good!" Chen Shiyu thought for a moment and said, "This mission will be handed over to the martial arts team." Remember, the stakes are high in this mission. Once it fails, it will attract the enemy's great attention, and when the time comes, it will not be so easy to take out the turret. So, this mission, only succeed, not fail, understand? ”

"Yes! Got it! Song Jiliu made a righteous path.

Outside the village, in the western area of the melon, the flame of an oil lamp was dancing, and the sound of speech kept coming out.

Song Jiliu: "Comrade Old Han, Commander Chen and Political Commissar Tang have entrusted us with such an arduous task, and we will do everything we can to do it well!" Otherwise, we will lose the face of our martial arts team. ”

"Can't be wrong!" Han Chenglin, "The Xingzhuang Artillery Tower is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the south is the headquarters of the Fujimoto Brigade, the north is the concentration camp of the Japanese army and the puppet army, the east is the Yellow Sea, and there is only a big road in the west, so there is no return!" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Qi Xueqin, a young female member of the martial arts team, "I'll go!" Sacrificing me alone can save thousands of ordinary people. It's worth it for me to die! ”

"No way!" Song Jiliu said, "Comrade Xueqin, you don't need to go!" Sit down. I'm not done yet, you follow the mess. ”

Song Jiliu and Han Chenglin walked out of the melon shed at the same time and walked around outside the melon shed.

Outside the melon shed, insects are chirping, and the stars in the sky are twinkling and twinkling.

"Old Song!" Wu Guangshan, a member of the martial arts team, held a watermelon, "Captain, I can't think of it, don't think about it yet, come, eat watermelon." There are more ways than difficulties! ”

Pi Yongxin, a member of the martial arts team: "Who said it wasn't!" Yes, eat watermelon well to kill little devils! ”

The watermelon was put on the table, team member Pi Yongxin picked up the knife, and everything, the watermelon cracked open.

Song Jiliu picked up the watermelon and took a bite. Suddenly, he happily slapped his thigh and said, "I have a way!" ”

Pi Yongxin, a member of the No. 1 Squadron of the Fifth Armed Forces Brigade of the Binhai Naval District of our Eighth Route Army, was ambushed in the grove around the turret, and Han Chenglin held a telescope to observe the movement in the turret.

I saw that on the turret, the puppet soldiers who were standing guard were sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked. Among them, a few of the two devils were sleeping with guns on their shoulders, and a few families were holding up the ground with guns and falling asleep standing up. Sweat trickled down the faces of the awake ones. From time to time, they wipe sweat with their sleeves and the backs of their hands. These bad things look like they're dead mom and dad - they don't have any energy.

In the turret, two puppet soldiers stood together. One of them scolded: "Fuck, these little Japanese devils are hiding and going to cool off, leave a few of our brothers here to bask in the sun, this kind of ghost weather, how can Balu come?" ”

The other said: "That is, if it weren't for the sake of survival, I would have taken refuge in the Eighth Road." ”

A devil pig-headed squad leader walked up, and when he saw the two chatting, he slapped each of them when he went up.

"Hello Taijun!" The two puppet soldiers nodded and said again and again, "Taijun, don't be angry, Taijun." ”

The others were awakened from their sleep, pretending to be in good spirits. The captain of the pig-headed squad said a few words and left.

The Japanese soldiers in the turret were sleeping on chairs, drooling and shirtless.

In the Xingzhuang Fort, a group of puppet soldiers were losing their colors, cheering for a while, and suddenly one of them pointed to the opposite side and said: "You grandma, you kid is cheating!" You're a doll**. You have no conscience. ”

"Fart!" The little guy across from him said, "I don't fucking any." Thou art deceitful! If I fed the dog with my conscience, I would meet Song Jiliu when I went out. ”

"Forget it, forget it. Go on, go on! You also dissipate your anger, everyone is a brother, don't hurt the harmony. "All the ways.

At this time, there were two fat puppet soldiers, who were so hot that they couldn't stand it, and they quietly slipped towards the turret with their guns on their backs.

These two fat puppet soldiers came to the river not far away to wash their faces.

At this time, from the west side of the road, two middle-aged men carrying two baskets of watermelons came - Song Jiliu and Pi Yongxin, a member of the martial arts team. Wearing straw hats and dressed as ordinary people, they walked slowly towards the turret.

When the tall fat man saw the stranger, he stood with a gun and said, "What are you doing?" ”

"Watermelon seller!" Song Jiliu, "Boss, we came from Xizhuang to sell melons." This melon has a lot of water and is very sweet. Three cents a pound, very cheap. ”

The two put the basket on the ground, and then Song Jiliu picked a big watermelon with a smooth and round flower skin and held it up in front of the puppet army, saying, "Boss, the weather is so hot, this is dedicated to you." Why don't you try it? ”

The two puppet soldiers who were so hungry that they swallowed their saliva hurriedly said: "Taste, taste." ”

Pi Yongxin put the basket on the side of the suspension bridge, Song Jiliu casually picked up the knife inserted in the side of the basket, and with just a little force, the watermelon cracked with a "bang". The two puppet soldiers, one and a half, ate in large gulps.

"What a melon!" One of them didn't take a few bites, rolled his eyes, and said to Song Jiliu, "Fellow, you carry this basket and come with us." ”

"This ......" Song Jiliu pretended to be afraid, "Boss, spare me!" In the future, I will send you watermelons every day, if you don't have enough, this basket of watermelons will be all for you. ”

"Fart!" The little puppet army shouted loudly, "Less nonsense! Let you follow, and you will follow. Hurry up! Taijun hasn't eaten yet! Haha......"

Song Jiliu carried the basket, followed behind the two puppet armies, and walked towards the turret. Along the way, Song Jiliu looked around.

The two puppet soldiers entered the gate of the Xingzhuang stronghold, and Song Jiliu was just about to enter, when two guns were pointed at his chest at the same time.

"Stop!" The guard at the door, "What the hell!" ”

"Hello boss!" Song Jiliu took off his straw hat, nodded and said, "Those who send watermelons, those who send watermelons." Filial piety to the monarch, filial piety to the boss! ”