With the continuous deepening of the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression in various places, the news of the heroic war of resistance of the Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army led by the Communist Party gradually spread secretly in some villages of Lijin, so that people could see light and hope in the darkness, and the broad masses of the people also actively participated in and supported the great cause of resistance against Japan in their own different ways.

Due to the influence of the family, the Wugu Daoyun family gradually became a place of activity and a secret liaison station for the surrounding Communist Party, and the old Yayun Shangping even became an underground traffic officer, and he used the cover of walking the streets of the village and seeking medical consultations, while secretly propagating the revolution, while collecting and transmitting intelligence, and at the same time risking his life to cover and treat many wounded soldiers and the families of cadres.

On this day, in the earthen kiln in the northern wasteland of Wugudao Village, the old Yakumo Shangping was changing the dressing of two young wounded soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. Looking at their immature faces and gunshot wounds, listening to their optimistic and confident conversations, Yun Shangping couldn't help but sigh:

"What good children! If it weren't for the war, at their age, they might be lying in front of their parents and elders at this moment! yes! Since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers! ……”

Here it is, one of them suddenly stretched out his head and said:

"Eighth uncle, do you accept apprentices? If you accept it, I want you to be my master! I will learn from you to heal the wounded and the sick, so that we will have a gentleman in the ranks, and those wounded comrades will not have to suffer so much! ”

Before Yun Shangping could speak, he muttered again:

"It's a pity that it can't be done now, we have to fight the devil first! Or...... Wait until you win! ……”

Yun Shangping smiled and responded: "Okay, good!" Then we're done! Hehehe......"

While talking and laughing, Zhang Lin of the female eighth road flashed into the earthen kiln. Zhang Lin is a young girl with rich experience in dealing with the enemy, capable and sassy style, and is the director of the National Salvation Federation of all walks of life in the district (hereinafter referred to as the Salvation Association) and the director of the Women's Rescue Association, responsible for the propaganda of the revolution in the northern area of Lijin, the organization and mobilization of the masses to establish anti-Japanese mass organizations, the establishment of base villages and base households, and the transformation of the rural puppet regime. As soon as Zhang Lin came in, he arranged an important task.

It turned out that with the recent development of the anti-Japanese situation, and after a large amount of meticulous work by our party's underground workers some time ago, Wang Xueting, head of the Ninth Security Regiment of the Fifth District of the Kuomintang in Shandong, has a clear tendency to progress. Previously, our party had selected an experienced comrade Wu Zhong to disguise himself as a chef and secretly inserted himself into the cooking squad of the security regiment to carry out liaison and rebellion work.

Just when everything was advancing rapidly according to plan, the Kuomintang division headquarters may have also sensed the rumors, and recently suddenly dispatched a supervision team to Wang Xueting's department. As a result, the information inside could not be transmitted, and the outside news could not be delivered, resulting in Wang Xueting completely cutting off contact with the Communist Party. Now, there is an important piece of information on it, and we must try our best to get it to Wang Xueting as soon as possible.

Yun Shangping, who walked home silently, meditated and thought hard, but he was still at a loss. Suddenly, the squeaking suona of the old child suddenly came into my ears......

The next morning, on the street outside the gate of the Ninth Security Regiment, the old child Lao Siyun still loves to hold suona in his hand, and is driving two fat sheep slowly and leisurely from the street, and the two soldiers at the gate are yawning lazily and stretching their waists from time to time to .......

In fact, Lao Yayun Shangping had already hidden the information under the tail of the slightly larger one in advance, and tied the red silk cloth cut from Zhang Lin's scarf on the horns. When he came to the camp gate, the old child secretly glanced at the sentry at the door, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he picked up the suona with both hands, and when he raised his head, he shook his head and blew it as if no one was around......

The sound of suona immediately attracted the attention of the sentry at the gate:

"How fucking bold! How dare you go wild here—haha! It's time for the ladies to open the meat today, hahaha......"

The sentry didn't care to stand guard, giggling and scolding, and hurried over to grab the sheep. The old child was shocked when he saw this, and ran forward a few steps, shielding the sheep with both hands, and tried his best to stop it, but was kicked to the ground by the sentry. Then, one by one, the two sentinels dragged the sheep into the barracks, dragging the horns with both hands.

On the street behind him, only the old children were left sitting on the ground bluffing and crying, and passers-by couldn't stop shaking their heads and sighing when they saw this......

Since then, the old child Yun Shangai has become the right-hand man of the eighth child, and his short height disadvantage has become his best cover, so that he can swagger in broad daylight under the noses of devils and traitors, and come and go freely, accurately and quickly transmit information.

The old child himself enjoyed all this happily, and his big grinning temperament made everyone like it more and more......

In the Yun family's compound, Old Qiyun Shanghe had actually noticed everything his brothers had done, although he was still silent, but his heart was already like a mirror. All along, he has been doing his best in secret, silently fulfilling and covering.