I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Half an hour later, everyone was there, and Chen Feng began to ask:

"Just now, Captain Lin reported that some soldiers in the Guard Battalion are homesick. Is this the case in other teams?"

"Yes, most of them are new recruits from nearby areas. They have some money in their hands and always want to send it back home."

"We have a case here too. One soldier's mother was in poor health and he was always worried about her, but he never mentioned it. It was his squad leader who told me about it."

Chen Feng nodded:

"Let's do this! There are a lot of dollars on the mountain, and we have no shortage of weapons and food. The dollars can last for several years. Give everyone 20 dollars, which is more than 40,000 dollars. Let the soldiers whose homes are nearby go down the mountain at night to deliver the money back home. In addition, give each person two months' military pay. They will definitely not be allowed to go down the mountain before the New Year. You must explain the interests involved to the soldiers and never expose them. This is related to the safety of their families. I believe the soldiers will understand."

"Everyone go back and make a count to see if there are any people who live far away and want to bring money back home. Many soldiers still have their resettlement money in their own hands. If there is a place where there are a lot of people, you can send a cavalry squad to deliver it over, but it can only be limited to within a hundred miles."

"Also, for the soldiers who died in various units, as long as their homes are not far away, give them another twenty dollars! Remember to bring those who have to live far away over there when you have the chance. From now on, as long as there is money on the mountain, give them twenty dollars every year. Let's make this a permanent rule on the mountain."

In the evening of that day, more than a thousand soldiers went down the mountain, carrying heavy bags of oceans. They dispersed after going down the mountain, each returning to his own home, each looking for his own mother. It didn't matter if the journey was a little long. They trained for long-distance raids every day, and twenty or thirty miles was nothing. The farthest was only forty or fifty miles. With the excitement of going home, their hearts were burning with excitement, and they didn't feel how far the journey was.

Ji Xiuming, who encountered the Japanese when he went to buy pork a few months ago, is now the platoon leader of the first company of the second battalion. His home is not far from Mengshan, only eighteen miles away. It took only an hour and a half for Ji Xiuming to return to the village after a simple short dash. He found his way to the door with ease, but did not shout loudly, but climbed over the wall to get in. The dog at home just barked once, and when it recognized the voice of its little master, it began to wag its tail eagerly.

Ji Xiuming's mother heard the noise and kicked Ji Xiuming's father awake:

"Boss, there seems to be some movement outside."

"What's going on? The dog didn't even bark, why are you so suspicious?"

"You just called out, I heard it!"

"Go to sleep! Who would steal from poor people like us, steal the pots or bowls?"

Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the window.

"Dad, Mom, open the door!"

"Hurry up! Boss, open the door, Xiao Ming is back."

This time, Ji Xiuming's father heard everything clearly. He hurriedly put on his clothes without even bothering to put on his shoes, and quickly pulled out the bolt and opened the door:

"Kid, why did you climb over the wall?"

"Dad, keep your voice down, I will come back to give you some money, but no one else can know about it."

Xiuming's mother also got off the kang, pulled her son over, and started to touch and check here and there:

"Xiao Ming, you are not hurt, are you? I heard that the Japanese attacked you in Mengshan, and mother was very worried. Boss, what are you doing standing there? Turn on the light!"

"Mom, don't turn on the lights. We came back secretly and can't be noticed by anyone."

Ji Xiuming's father was shocked and asked in panic:

"Xiao Ming, why did you come back secretly? Doesn't that mean you are a deserter?"

"Dad, what deserters are you? It was Captain Lengqiang who asked us to go down the mountain. He also gave us military pay and New Year's bonuses. I brought back thirty dollars. Mom, count them."

Xiuming's mother took the cloth bag containing the dollars, and the heavy dollars felt a little heavy on her hands:

"Xiao Ming, haven't you given us the resettlement allowance? Why are you giving us dollars again?"

"We killed a lot of Japanese soldiers, and I heard that it's a government reward. We will get two dollars in military pay every month in the future, and twenty dollars before the New Year. Dad and Mom, I have good news to tell you. Your son is now a platoon leader."

The two elders were obviously happier to hear that their son had been promoted than to receive a bag of silver.

"Xiao Ming, as platoon leader, you don't have to fight anymore, you can just give commands."

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Our cold gun captains are leading the fight, but don't worry, we won't fight the Japs face to face. How we fight is a secret, no one can tell, but we are very safe when we fight."

"Okay, as long as you're safe, we'll hide the money for you, and we won't touch the resettlement money from last time. We'll save it for you to get married."

"Mom, why don't you spend your money? I don't need you to save money. I ran around for half the night just so that you can have enough food and meat. If you don't spend your money, I won't want your military pay next time!"

Ji Xiuming managed to convince his parents to spend the money, otherwise they would not feel at ease in the mountains. His parents did not want to see their son in trouble, so they agreed reluctantly.

The soldier whose mother is in poor health belongs to the first platoon of the first company of the third battalion. His name is Sun Yongqing. His mother suffers from tuberculosis and his father is disabled in his right limb. The family has always had a hard life, and the last resettlement fee had long been spent on buying medicine.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was only a month and a half away, the family's winter food was almost gone. The couple was worried. They could not count on their son. His son joined the army and received resettlement money, so he was an army member. If he escaped without permission, he would be shot. They had heard countless versions of the Japanese attack on Mengshan, and some rumors even said that the Yimeng guerrillas suffered heavy losses. They didn't know whether their son was still alive.

It was late at night, but Sun Yongqing's mother had not yet fallen asleep. She had a cough and asthma, and stayed in bed all day, making it difficult for her to have a good sleep.

Bang bang bang!

The window suddenly rang, and Sun Yongqing's mother seemed to hear her son's voice:

"Dad, Mom, open the door!"

Sun Yongqing's mother didn't want to disturb the head of the family. The head of the family went to the town to carry heavy bags every day and was very tired. She had to put on her clothes and shoes by herself, but just this one thing made her out of breath.

"Dad, Mom, open the door quickly!"

This time, Sun Yongqing's mother heard clearly and was sure it was her son. She pushed her sleeping husband and opened the door that was leaking air before he woke up.

"Qing'er, is Qing'er back?"

Sun Yongqing looked at his trembling mother, tears streaming down his face:

"Mom, I'm back. Where's my dad? How are you?"

When the couple saw their son coming back safe and sound, they found out that he was not a deserter but was given home visit leave by the captain. They could not help but feel very happy. They patted this and touched that son and felt that they could not thank him enough.

Seeing his father was about to light the lamp, Sun Yongqing quickly stopped him, took out two cloth bags in the moonlight and placed them on the table, and introduced them to his parents in their puzzled eyes:

"Dad, Mom, there are ninety dollars in this bag, including ten dollars of my military salary and twenty dollars of reward for visiting relatives. Knowing that Mom is in poor health, our team leader gave me twenty dollars, our medical company commander gave me twenty dollars, and my own battalion commander and company commander each gave me ten dollars."

Sun Yongqing's parents were shocked. Officers gave money to soldiers. What kind of army was this?