"The junction of the enemy's 22nd and 17th Divisions was in Wanggou, and from their nearby telephone station reported the enemy's situation: about 3,000 enemy troops were advancing towards Wanggou, and this was also the enemy's empty rear. When we arrived, we had mountains to rely on, and the masses to rely on. Political Commissar Luo said solemnly.

Song Jiliu said: "Otherwise, I'll go and 'do' the big boss of the little devil!" ”

Chen Shiyu said: "No, it will startle the snake." ”

Song Ji stretched out his tongue and said embarrassedly, "This...... Then give them a few more days to live! ”

Political Commissar Luo then ordered: "This operation is extraordinary, the first is to emphasize discipline, and the second is to discipline. Discipline is the life of more than 3,000 people. Every part must strictly obey orders, obey commands, and do not speak, cough, smoke, or make any noise! All chiefs must strictly inspect the clothing of their subordinates, wrap their hooves around their horses, and properly bandage things that cannot be streamlined and can make noises, and engage in military law in violation of orders! ”

"Yes!" The Way.

The cadres went separately to carry out the order. Luo Ronghuan left behind the chief and deputy battalion commanders of the special service battalion, Chen Shifa and Huang Guozhong, and assigned them specific tasks: the battalion commander and instructor took the first and second companies to serve as the vanguard; The deputy instructor led the fourth company to defend the central organs, and the deputy battalion commander led the third company to serve as the rear guard, covering the troops' breakthrough and sheltering the stragglers. He reaffirmed discipline and demanded that the gun be stabbed, the magazine full, and ready to go into battle at any time.

After dusk, on the hills around Ruta, Japanese soldiers lit piles of bonfires, burning the cold night sky. The surrounding enemies constantly set off signal flares, like shooting stars across the sky, and the sound of guns and neighing horses drifted in the wind from time to time.

It was dark. Political Commissar Luo and the leaders of the division headquarters came to the beach of the Dongwen River, where people had gathered and waited for the order to set off. Luo Ronghuan walked in front of the vanguard company of the special service battalion and came to the reconnaissance team. The reconnaissance team stood in a line, all dressed in short clothes, each with two pot-bellied boxes, a snowy dagger, a sturdy leather rope, and a sketch and compass. This was a great modern piece of equipment at the time.

The leader of the reconnaissance team was wounded and did not come back, and was led by Yan Hu, a reconnaissance staff officer, with the assistance of Song Jiliu and others. Luo Ronghuan walked up to him, pressed his shoulder and said, "Sharp knife team, the burden is heavy!" Be bold and careful! Luo Ronghuan straightened his military hat for him, and when he saw the Japanese military uniform he was wearing, he asked, "Do you know a few words of Japanese?" ”

"Yes, it's the Motohashi Asanoshi of the Anti-War League."

"Good! Let's go! Luo Ronghuan set off first with staff officers, guards, reconnaissance teams and guides, each with a white towel wrapped around his arm, and the identification mark of each agency personnel was pinned to his backpack. One after the other, no one wants to distance themselves. Although there was a bit of faint moonlight, the night fog gradually thickened, and God helped add a veil of camouflage.

People are staring at the identification mark on the backpack in front of them, fearing that they will lose sight of their goal. Nervous! Everyone was so nervous that they were going to jump out of their chests. The valley between the two mountains was dark, and the party climbed the hillside, waded through the river, and crossed a large mountain to the south, marching faster and faster, but the team was so quiet that only the rustle of the feet could be heard.

When everyone arrived at the Taiwei Highway, a reinforcement squad with machine guns on each side of the road was on guard, ready to deal with an incident that might occur at any time. The road allowed the team to pass through was only seven or eight meters wide, and two adjustment posts marked the boundary with the red and white flags used for command, and the team passed through the prescribed pass in an orderly manner, and the adjustment posts kept waving the flag and whispered to urge the slightly sluggish people: "Quick! Run to keep up! ”

After a few thousand people successfully crossed the road, they quickly followed the trail on the right and sprinted south. Half an hour later, when our troops were climbing a mountain girford, they suddenly heard the rumbling of cars on the northern road, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, and in the light moonlight, only the bayonets on the road flashed.

It turned out that it was a brigade of Japanese troops who were rushing north. The enemy did not sleep heavily, and rushed to Liutian overnight, dreaming that after dawn, he would attack our Eighth Route Army together.

Tieshanzi is a mountain hug more than ten miles southeast of Liutian. Next to it is Zhangzhuang, where the New Fourth Division of the Kuomintang Security Division was once stationed. This is a village on the devil's first blockade line. The bonfires on the surrounding hills formed a winding fire dragon. The reconnaissance team shot out like arrows, so Luo Ronghuan ordered: "The brigade will rest in place. The third company of the guards is now ordered to quickly contain the stragglers. On the other hand, the avant-garde company sent platoon sentries to both flanks. “

"Yes!"

At this time, Song Jipan ran back and reported: "Report to the chief, there are no Japanese devils in Tieshanzi, only the puppet army guarding the business." ”

"Good! This news is consistent with the information I got during the day, and I ordered it to be torn apart! Luo Ronghuan immediately ordered.

"Yes!" Song Jiliu was really like a night tiger, pounced on the enemies guarding the pile.

On a cold night in early winter, the wind was cold. When the enemy lit the fire, he thought that all was all right, and went to sleep soundly in shelter from the wind, except for the patrolling sentries who swam between the fires, and occasionally let out one or two howls of start.

These bad things never imagined that there would be eight roads in front of them, and they didn't even think about it, so they leisurely traveled to the underworld. Yan Hu, Song Jiliu, and Xu Yun quickly killed the sentry with a few hands, and were about to bend down to withdraw the firewood, when a person who looked like a puppet army squad leader ran out of the nest next to him: "What's the matter!" The fire is almost extinguished, why don't you add firewood? ”

The squad leader of the puppet army peed there with his back on his back, and Song Jiliu didn't say a word, took off the leather rope on his waist, and walked over to the man. "Sir! No firewood! "Grandma! Go to the village and demolish the house! ”

"Okay!" Song Jiliu responded, without waiting for him to tie his pants, "Whoosh!" "Put the leather rope around your neck." You! Hmmm......"

The puppet soldier kicked a few times, and in the blink of an eye, he became a dead dog. The reconnaissance staff officer said, "Quick! Song Jiliu and the others threw themselves into another fire. Fire! One pile after another went out. In less than half a bag of cigarettes, Tie Shanzi was torn open by the reconnaissance team for more than a mile of black goo midwinter, and the fire dragon statue was broken by the waist. In the depression, Luo Ronghuan lost no time in ordering: "Three-way column!" Run through! Get ready for battle! ”

The command is short and clear, and the tone is firm and decisive. The cadres and soldiers of the avant-garde company flew like arrows off the string, with guns in one hand and bullets in the other, and followed Political Commissar Luo to quickly and quietly fly over the gap. The team behind followed closely in a three-way column.

Luo Ronghuan stood on a stone on the hillside of the breach, holding a cigarette in his hand and sniffing it in front of his nose, and through the faint light of the fire in the distance, people saw his calm and calm expression. The nervous mood calmed down suddenly, and his demeanor of a general who calmly ignored the collapse of Mount Tai made the air permeated with a kind of calmness.

An hour later, the first line of blockade passed without a single shot, but the people did not dare to catch their breath. After the team passed Zhangzhuang, along the winding mountain road, and walked seven or eight miles southward in one breath, and came to a small wooded ravine.

Then he asked the reconnaissance team to send people to Gaoli to reconnoiter whether there was any change in the enemy's situation. Receiving the order, the reconnaissance staff officer was about to lead the Shenxing Taibao to rush to Gaoli.

Suddenly, Luo Ronghuan shouted, "Stop!" He pointed to the red and green flares rising in the distance and said, "Have you seen it, let's find out the secret of the flare first, maybe something good!" ”