Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

It snowed heavily for two days. Lin Zhenhua felt a little dizzy when he woke up in the morning. He suspected that he might have a cold, so he quickly made himself a packet of cold granules to drink. He planned to arrange the things at hand and then went back to the house to sleep and rest.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

There were continuous knocks on the door, and Li Sanwa shouted loudly: "Captain Lin, hurry up, there is a fellow villager outside who wants to see you. He said he has something important to tell you, and he wants to join our team. We dare not make the decision, so the platoon leader asked me to come and call you!"

When Lin Zhenhua heard that a fellow villager wanted to see him, his mind was a little confused for a moment. He didn't have much reputation in this area. Could it be that someone in the team leaked the news? When he thought of the consequences of the news leaking, he hurriedly got up from the kang, opened the door and asked: "Li Sanwa, take me to meet my fellow villager quickly. I just need to know something from him!"

Lin Zhenhua brought Li Sanwa to a house at the outermost end of the village and met the visitor.

This man was wearing a worn cotton-padded jacket with many holes in it and cotton leaking out. His skin looked dark and his body looked very strong. One could tell at a glance that he was a martial artist, but the fatigue on his face concealed all that and made him look like a beggar. This made Lin Zhenhua secretly alert. Could this guy be a spy for the Japanese?

"My fellow countryman, this is our captain. If you have anything to say, please tell me now!"

After Li Sanwa introduced them, the black-faced man immediately grabbed Lin Zhenhua's hand and said excitedly: "Captain Lin, you must save the villagers of our Duanjia Village. The Japanese and the puppet army have locked them up in several courtyards and locked the doors. They must be up to no good. If I weren't good at fighting and had the help of the villagers, I would never have been able to escape!"

The moment he saw Lin Zhenhua, the black-faced man could no longer hold back his tears, which made Lin Zhenhua feel uncomfortable. He could be sure that this boy was definitely not a spy of the Japanese or the puppet army, and the true feelings he just expressed were definitely not fake!

Wang Zhenhua saw the black-faced man so excited, and hurriedly asked: "Fellow villager, don't get excited, and don't cry anymore. Crying won't solve the problem. Tell me what happened first. I haven't asked you your name or where you live yet."

The dark-faced man wiped his tears and said, "Captain Lin, my name is Duan Peng, my family calls me Xiao Pengzi, I live in Duanjia Village. On the day it snowed, a group of devils and puppet troops came into our village. They arrested us and drove us into three courtyards and locked us up. The old village chief sent me out to ask for help from the team! I heard from the surrounding villages that there were fierce gunshots coming from the direction of Lijia Village a few days ago. I was trying to see if I could find the team, but I didn't expect that I would really run into you!"

"Captain Lin, I have been out for two days, and I still don't know how the folks in Duanjia Village are doing. I implore you to send troops to rescue them immediately!"

As he was about to kneel down to Lin Zhenhua, Lin Zhenhua quickly grabbed his hand, stopped him from kneeling, and shouted: "Li Sanwa, notify the second and third platoons to assemble, let the first platoon stay behind, bring submachine guns, machine guns, mortars, one man and one horse, assemble immediately, and prepare to rush to Duanjiazhuang!"

"Duan Peng, don't get excited. Eat something first. We will need you to lead the way to Duanjiazhuang later. You can't fall down early!"

"We, the Eighth Route Army, are a team of ordinary people. We will never stand by and watch someone die. I have already made arrangements. We will be able to set off in 20 minutes at most. You can rest here first. I need to tell you something!"

Lin Zhenhua asked someone to bring dry food and water to Duan Peng, then left the yard and came to Doctor Wang's residence, shouting, "Doctor Wang, there is a combat mission. Send half of your medical team and follow me to Duanjiazhuang immediately!"

Wang Xuecheng opened the door and immediately responded, "Captain Lin, I will go prepare the medicine now and meet you at the entrance of the village in ten minutes!"

After arranging these, Lin Zhenhua came to the room where Duan Peng was and asked in detail: "Duan Peng, can you tell me how many Japanese and puppet troops there are?"

Duan Peng swallowed the dry food in his mouth and replied seriously: "Captain Lin, there are quite a lot of Japanese soldiers. I didn't check carefully at that time. There are about 80 of them. There are especially many traitors. There must be two or three hundred of them in total!"

When Lin Zhenhua heard that there were so many Japanese and puppet troops, he immediately judged that this should be half a squadron of Japanese and a battalion of puppet troops. This battle was really damn difficult to fight. He now had only 50 people who could be dispatched, and the number gap was particularly large.

Lin Zhenhua patted Duan Peng on the shoulder and said soothingly: "Duan Peng, wait here first. I'll have someone come to call you when it's time to leave!"

"Okay, Captain Lin, I'll be waiting for you here!"

Lin Zhenhua knew that the situation was very serious. With the strength of two platoons, he would not be able to rescue the villagers by charging and fighting fiercely, but might even get himself into trouble. He planned to use a trick. He went back to the house, took out the clothes of the little devils, and asked all the soldiers in the row to change into them. He already had an idea in mind.

The team gathered at the entrance of the village 20 minutes later. Duan Peng and Li Sanwa rode a horse together and began to lead the way. Lin Zhenhua led two platoons of soldiers and followed behind, marching towards Duanjiazhuang.

After walking on the road for a day, they were only ten miles away from Duanjiazhuang. Looking at the Lion King Ridge in front of him, Lin Zhenhua's previous thoughts became clearer. He called the third platoon leader over and said, "Third platoon leader, you set up a light machine gun on the Lion King Ridge and shoot down. Be careful not to hit anyone. We are going to put on a show with the Japanese! When shooting with rifles, use the Hanyang rifle I brought with me. Don't be stupid enough to use the Japanese's Type 38 rifle. The Japanese are as smart as dogs. Don't let them notice anything wrong."

"Second Platoon Leader, leave two squads of soldiers to cooperate with the Third Platoon Leader and use the Type 38 rifles to fight back against the Japanese to create the illusion of a firefight. Be sure to pay attention to safety and don't hit our own people!"

"The remaining squad of soldiers, follow me to Duanjiazhuang and make your faces dirty. How can you fool the Japanese if you look so clean?"

"Duan Peng, when we get close to Duanjiazhuang, you must hurry up and find a place to hide. Don't let the devils and puppet troops find your hiding place, otherwise even I can't save you! The devils have too many troops. It's too difficult to kill them all at once and rescue the villagers. I plan to adopt a strategy of nibbling away at them step by step. First, lure out some of the devils and puppet troops and kill them, and then launch a strong attack on Duanjiazhuang. Only in this way can the chances of success be greater, and the safety of the villagers can be guaranteed!"

Duan Peng did not refute, and whispered back: "Captain Lin, I will do anything you ask me to do, as long as I can save the villagers, even if it means sacrificing my life, I will have no regrets!"