Just when Liang Daya and Zhu Yidao were receiving Zhang Pujing's "revolutionary faith" education in the south of Bump Mountain, Chen Mohan and Han Qiuyun entered another world.

After breaking up in Zhuangziling that day, Han Qiuyun and Chen Mohan traveled all the way, and when they arrived at the Sancha ferry hungry, it was already just dawn, and they found that the bridge of the ferry had been demolished.

The Sancha ferry is at the confluence of the Erdao River and the Manliu River, and it is also the necessary place to catch up with the Lanqiaobu in the three directions of Hedong, Hexi, Hebei and Hebei. At this time in the past, the west bank of the river was always crowded with people, some holding geese and picking vegetables, some carrying bamboo mats, and some big girls and little daughters-in-law carrying a basket of eggs to the town to sell and buy salt and flower cloth. The five-foot-wide plank bridge is not enough, and it is often necessary to add Wang Laosan's ferry to ferry back and forth. But now, it was empty, with only a thin layer of mist floating on the surface of the river. Chen Mohan looked at the wide river and was suddenly sentimental. Overnight, things are people, and it's really like a dream.

Without a bridge or a boat, the two had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground. When he was looking at the river and sighing, he saw several boats going down the river, and the people on the boat saw that there were two teenagers, a man and a woman, standing on the shore, so they pulled the boat over. The ship was carrying some soldiers in yellow clothes, and at first they couldn't see it really, but when they saw it clearly, Chen Mohan's face turned white - oh my God, this is the Kuomintang team.

"Run——! Chen Mohan pulled Han Qiuyun and ran into the river bay. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, Han Qiuyun sifted the chaff, and his legs seemed to be covered with wet firewood bundles, and he couldn't drag them anymore.

"Stop, don't run! If you run again, you'll shoot! ”

The men on board jumped ashore, shouting and pulling bolts as they chased. Han Qiuyun was dragged by Chen Mohan and stumbled, stumbled over a stone ridge under his feet, screamed miserably in his mouth, and plunged into the reeds by the river.

The yellow uniforms surrounded them, and among them, an officer with a pistol in his waist, asked sharply, "Who are you?" ”

Chen Mohan was also fluttering in his heart at this moment, trying his best to keep his appearance calm, and cheered up and replied: "The Oriental devils have entered Lanqiao Port, and the two of us are running back." ”

"Run-reverse?" The officer-looking man didn't seem to believe it, and said, "Lanqiao Port was burned down yesterday, you should go to the east of the river, how did you get here?" Further down is Meiling, you know? ”

Chen Mohan saw that although these officers and soldiers were stern, they had no intention of shooting, so he relaxed a little, thought about it, and told the truth.

"We're going to Meiling."

The officer was a little surprised and asked, "Meiling is a guerrilla unit of the Eighth Route Army, do you know?" ”

Chen Mohan replied calmly: "My Mr. Guowen Wang Lantian is also there, and I am going to find Mr. Wang." ”

While he was talking, someone on the boat in the center of the river shouted: "Battalion Commander Zhang, the group seat asked you to bring people over." ”

As soon as the officer-looking man waved his hand, several soldiers with loaded guns rushed over, pushing and shoving, and escorted Chen Mohan and Han Qiuyun onto a big boat.

After a short effort, a soldier came out of the cabin, lifted the curtain, and followed a tall officer. The officer wore a brimmed hat and a woolen uniform, about thirty years old, with a square face, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of snow-white gloves on his hands.

After stepping out of the hatch, the officer did not leave, one thumb was stuck on the wide cow belt around his waist, and the other hand held five fingers together in front of his chest, slightly apart his legs, standing very firmly on the constantly shaking plank, his eyes moving up and down flatly, looking at Chen Mohan and Han Qiuyun coldly.

This officer's style suppressed Chen Mohan. Good guy, what a general. In fact, Chen Mohan also knew that the biggest official of the Kuomintang army in Bump Mountain was Colonel Liu Hanying, who must be the one in front of him.

Chen Mohan guessed correctly, this person is Liu Hanying. The battalion commander Zhang went up and reported: "Tuanzuo, they said that they ran out of Lanqiao Port and were going to Meiling." ”

Liu Hanying sighed, looked at the two of them from head to toe, and asked coldly, "Are you going to Meiling?" ”

Chen Mohan's legs involuntarily straightened, and he replied honestly: "Yes, sir." ”

"Is there anyone you know in Meiling?" Liu Hanying asked again, her voice getting colder.

Chen Mohan couldn't figure out what this head of the regiment meant, so he had to answer truthfully: "My Mr. Guowen Wang Lantian is in Meiling, and we have an appointment first." ”

Liu Hanying took off his gloves, knocked them on the back of his hand carelessly for a while, looked at Chen Mohan and Han Qiuyun again, turned his head and instructed Camp Commander Zhang: "Pull away—it's dead." ”

Chen Mohan's surprise is not trivial. Two big living people, one didn't steal and the other didn't rob, how can you say that they will be killed if they are killed? When he went to Meiling to defect to the Eighth Road, did he also participate in the anti-Japanese resistance, and he died indiscriminately, didn't he take people's lives? Turning his face to look at Han Qiuyun again, he was already so frightened that his face was like a ball of chaff.

Although most of his soul had been scared away, Chen Mohan felt that he couldn't collapse the backbone of a scholar at this life-and-death juncture, so he raised his strength and dared to say: "And-slow." Dare to ask the sir, what crime have we committed? ”

After Liu Hanying finished speaking, he was already about to enter the cabin door, but when he heard Chen Mohan's question, he turned around, stood in the door with one foot and stood outside the door with one foot, glanced at Chen Mohan in surprise, and said, "Oh-you seem to have a little guts?" ”

Chen Mohan pondered, and now that he was out of the way anyway, he straightened his waist and said with a righteous face: "We are not guilty of joining the army to resist the war, and there is no reason to be killed." Regiment Commander Liu is an anti-Japanese officer, and indiscriminately killing innocent people will fall into injustice, and it will be Regiment Commander Liu who will be ashamed of the countrymen. Though we are not ashamed to die, what is there to fear? ”

Liu Hanying was stunned, shrugged his nose, as if he was sniffing something, and then laughed: "What a clever little showman, not a mediocre talent, it seems that he has drunk red ink." But...... How can I believe that you are not spies of the Japanese army? ”

Chen Mohan asked rhetorically without being humble or arrogant: "What basis does the commander have to say that we are spies of the Japanese army?" ”

Liu Hanying's brows jumped, he wiped his hands a few times with his gloves, looked at several officers around him, and asked, "What do you say, kill - or not?" ”

At this time, a one-eyed officer stood up, stood up and said: "Tuanzao, the national crisis is at the head, now is the time to employ people, hand over this show to me." ”

Liu Hanying pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, let him be a cadet in the supplementary camp." However, it is necessary to take strict precautions, this person has a bit of a communist flavor in his head, and once he discovers that he has misbehaved, he will be shot on the spot. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to a female officer in military uniform next to him and said: "Since you don't kill, then you won't kill, this little woman will be handed over to you, and there will be an additional place in the field service team." ”