79 Free Reading Song Jiliu returned from the Binhai Naval District Headquarters, he was excited, and his steps were so big that Qi Wanhong behind him had to run for a while to keep up,

According to Peng Dacun's report: In addition to the neutrality of the Dasha River and its four small strongholds under its jurisdiction, there are two other strongholds in the south of the Dasha River that are willing to "not invade each other" after I have shouted and educated them, and as for Dunshang, Xu Yunduo and Xiang Xiaodun took advantage of the favorable terrain as soon as they arrived there, and secretly dug fortifications and planted mines under the cover of the night and green gauze tents, and selected 18 sharpshooters from the militia and district soldiers to strictly seal the exit of the pillbox.

It seems that except for a patrol car that we deliberately let go, the rest of the enemy can only get him a step onto the road if he receives a death pass.

Returning to the command post of the No. 1 Squadron of the Binhai Martial Arts Brigade, the liaison officer who came from the southwest line reported that the main force of the Sixth Regiment and friendly troops had set up an ambush at the bridgehead of Shanghetao Village, and that they would receive fire in about half an hour, and the commander of the Sixth Regiment sent a letter to Song Jiliu to rest assured that there would never be a reinforced enemy who could get into Dongmazhuang in Donghai County, and also said that after the Sixth Regiment eliminated the enemy, it would immediately return to Dongmazhuang and cooperate with them to deal with the traitor Yang Buren.

Song Jiliu strengthened his confidence in victory after hearing this, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket and saw that the time had passed eleven o'clock, and the time for the total hoe was coming, he couldn't help but dance with his eyebrows, and couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, he wiped the hot sweat on his forehead, tightened the wide belt that was tightly tied to his waist, and walked out, temporarily erected a bunker,

Suddenly, there was a "sudden" motor sound on the east road, this is the motorcycle patrolled by the devil, the thief's bright lights illuminate the highway as if it were day, but the two faint devils, where can you see the thousands of troops and horses hidden on both sides, ask those who have already been divided by me, and the answer is "safe and sound",

However, how could they have imagined that this business was not only the first train of tonight's patrol, but also the last train of their gang of fascist robbers and dog minions to maintain the stronghold of Dong Ma Zhuang?

The night sea breeze was whistling in his ears, the dark clouds were rolling all over the sky, Song Jiliu took out his pocket watch and looked at it, those two hands, usually slipped away when they walked up and snored, but at this moment they became an old buffalo, slowly panting and couldn't climb forward,

The stars appear and disappear, the dark clouds roll endlessly, and after waiting for a long time, the exciting moment has finally arrived.

Song Jiliu looked grimly in the direction of Dong Mazhuang, the fire of hatred burned in his heart, Qi Wanhong and they all stared at his face with expectant eyes, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "Let's kill him immediately,"

At night, the vast field was surprisingly quiet, only the rustle of the breeze blowing through the woods and wheat fields was heard, and the team members were furious, and hurriedly followed Song Jiliu and ran towards Dong Mazhuang.

Dongmazhuang, Donghai County, in Yang Buren's regiment headquarters, Zhao Huchen's plainclothes spy brigade hung a mast lamp under the eaves, a few young people were tied to the pillar, the tied people had been beaten to the nose and eyes swollen, the face was bloody, the women and children in the courtyard were crying, the reactionary landlord, pseudo-commandos Zhao Dasan, Pang Zhenjing, Wang Huodong and others accompanied Zhao Huchen to sit in the Taishi chair with squinted eyes, only to see him leisurely holding a folding fan,

So, the filial sons and grandsons of his subordinates kept snatching the food of the masses and piling them up under the eaves, and the women followed behind and tore and cried, and were kicked down and got up.

"Don't make noise," Zhao Huchen roared, stood up, shook the hookah in his left hand, stretched out his donkey face and said: "We are here that I first gave you a certificate of good citizenship, so that you can live and work in peace and contentment, you should read my good, you let it be clear, you can't pay the public grain, this is not the time when Lao Tzu was the Eighth Route Army, hum, this Baitabu, Dong Mazhuang generation is still the world of Japan, you poor ghosts, cry, cry, the days of crying are still ahead,"

"If you want to live, you have to pay the food," shouted a dogleg,

Zhao Huchen tilted his head, pointed and asked in a smug strange voice: "Your **, your Eighth Route Army, your martial arts team, I don't care about you, ha, ha, haha,......"

"The martial arts team is here," Zhao Huchen laughed endlessly, and a calm and dignified answer came from the door,

Zhao Huchen and the others trembled with fright, and looked at the voice, and several sturdy young men were angry, their eyes were shining, and they walked towards him with twenty rings, and he recognized that this was Song Jiliu, who had led people to save him.

Everyone took a closer look, only to see that there were many angry faces of martial arts workers on the houses and courtyards on all sides, and his dogs who went down to the house with guns to arrest people were also caught and escorted in by the martial arts team, as soon as he turned around, his neck was pinched by Xiang Xiaodun's thick hand, and before he screamed, a bright sharp knife poked into his stomach,

In addition, Zhao Dasan, Pang Zhenjing, Wang Huodong and others were no exception with sharp knives inserted into their stomachs.

Under the eaves, the light shone on Song Jiliu, his handsome face radiated a firm and fearless brilliance, he smiled at the people, the crowd hugged him, surrounded him, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him, how many hands held him, everyone was so excited that they shed tears, laughed, really, I don't know how many words to say to him......

A fire burned in the courtyard, people surrounded the raging flames, and the angry holes were red by the fire, and the people tore up the embedded certificates and threw them into the fire, and the flames burned more and more.

The No. 1 Squadron of the Fifth Armed Forces Brigade of our Binhai Naval District, after hoeing this small gang of traitors, released the people and quickly transferred.

When the leader of the devil and Yang Buren, who had gone to Haizhou for a military meeting, heard that the regimental special service brigade had been attacked and that the leader of the special service group had been seriously injured, the two immediately rushed from Haizhou to Dongmazhuang, strengthened their defense work overnight, and sent the seriously injured plainclothes spies away for rescue.

On the third day, there were thousands of people inside and outside the Mazhuang stronghold in Donghai County, wriggling in the dusty sunlight to repair fortifications for the enemy.

From the Lugou Bridge Incident to 1944, this is the fourth time to set up a stronghold here, this devil captain is the most brutal one of the devil officers who have come to the stronghold before, he is as powerful as an ox, often pulls the people to wrestle, does not smash people half to death, he will never stop, all the construction works are designed and supervised by himself,

This guy gets up early every day, runs all over the construction site, whips the people, punishes the Japanese puppet army, never sees this villain sitting quietly for a while, always dragging a long red sheath knife to walk around, and now he walks up to a large bunker nearly ten meters high with his head held high, from here you can see the vast and vast wheat field, everywhere squirming crowds, like piles of small brown ants, cutting wheat together, and in the distance in the middle of a group of villages also stood a number of tall bunkers, on which the Japanese sun flag floated,

Look down further, under the bunker, the surrounding houses have been flattened, in the broken wall and remnants, you can also see the traces of the pot and the fire kang, in the nearby open space, there is also discarded an old lady's black hat, the devils and traitor officers looked around proudly, pointing and talking, the area near Dong Mazhuang has changed, building a wide city wall around the village, building four city gates on all sides, facing the city is four military highways stretching into the distance,

The trees at the head of the village were cut down at the waist, leaving rows of bald stumps, and the roots of the stumps sprouted green bushes of tender branches, and the captain of the devil brigade stood on the top of the bunker, trying his best to pretend to be majestic and hold his chest up, this guy's thick body was as strong as a bear, with a round head, a square and wide mouth, with angular, large round eyes, eyes that wanted to stare out, shooting fierce light,

This guy has a small black beard on his upper lip, and he keeps sniffing his nose every time, like a fat wolf always sniffing and preparing to fight with people, the scabbard of the war knife is dragged on the ground, and the two feet deliberately step on the leather boots, making a squeaking sound,

, with the breeze blowing his white silk shirt in the sun, the bad fellow haughtily held up his binoculars, looked around for a moment, and then turned back and laughed wildly; grabbed the collar of Wang Xiaoxiao, the chairman of the maintenance committee, so frightened that Wang Xiaoxiao's face was colorless, and he barely pretended to smile, and the captain of the devil team suddenly let go, pointed to the great plain on the edge of the Yellow Sea, and shouted a harsh and strange Chinese dialect: "This place, it's great, it's great, it's great."

"Yes, yes, great, ho, ho, haha," Yang Buren, the leader of the pseudo-legion, smiled deceitfully, and Wang Xiaoxiao nodded his head like pecking rice, and tried his best to pretend to touch the little mustache naturally with trembling fingers, (..)

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )