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

At 2:30 in the morning, they arrived at Mengshan. The three old men had no desire to sleep at all. The more they talked with Chen Feng, the more they got along. The more they interacted with him, the more they felt that this young man was extraordinary. The domestic situation, the Sino-Japanese situation, the international situation, the future of Southeast Asia, the battlefield in Western Europe, the plastic alliance between Germany and the Soviet Union, and the irreversible conflict of interests between the United States and Japan were all eye-openers for the three old men.

"Uncle, two uncles, this is Mount Meng. It's dark at night and you can't see anything. Should we rest downstairs and go up the mountain at dawn, or should we climb the mountain now?"

Tan Kah Kee looked at his two old brothers and asked:

"What do you think? Go up now?"

Li Qingquan, who was sitting in the back, felt his legs and feet were numb from sitting in the car, and was slowly moving his body. Hearing this, he smiled and said:

"Let's go hiking tomorrow morning! I want to see the legendary red grass. I heard that the red grass, which was once only half a meter tall, has grown to be almost as tall as a person. It all grew tall by drinking the blood of the Japanese. How can we miss such a wonder?"

Chen Guoqing got off the bus when he arrived at the destination. He slept all the way. Although the ride was bumpy, he regained some energy. When he heard Hong Caodi, he couldn't help but ask:

"Where is it? Where is the red grassland? Why can't I see anything?"

Chen Feng pointed to the place he had just passed.

"It's right over there. You'll be able to see it in a few hours when it gets light. The tents are ready. Let's take a rest first!"

I haven't had a good sleep for several days. Although this trip is safe, it is really tiring. Each person has a tent with beds and bedding. Chen Feng doesn't plan to dismantle the tent. He has to put it up again after dismantling it, which is very tiring.

The three old men were all asleep, but Chen Guoqing was not sleepy anymore. After the old men fell asleep, he went into Chen Feng's tent and asked questions. There were so many things he wanted to ask, and if his body allowed it, he would have squeezed into the jeep to ask them.

"Captain Leng Qiang, can you tell me about the two sniper attacks? You don't know, I was in Singapore when I heard the news. I got goose bumps all over my body. You don't understand that feeling. It's like drowning in the sea and suddenly being rescued. I breathed a breath of fresh air into my lungs and felt like a completely different person."

This Chen Guoqing is also a man of temperament, and he does things without paying attention to details. If you are not sleepy, then I am not sleepy either, right? However, Chen Feng still prepared to explain it to him seriously.

"Brother Guoqing, don't call me Captain Lengqiang, just call me brother. We might have been a family five hundred years ago."

"Okay, my heart feels warm when you call me brother. When I missed my father and came to visit me, I was still a little nervous, worried that you would not like me and it would be embarrassing. After all, you are a proud person and have never been employed by any organization. People outside are spreading rumors that you are so proud that you look down on everyone."

Chen Feng was somewhat speechless. He just looked down on the devils, okay? He respected the anti-Japanese teams and organizations, okay? But what Chen Guoqing said was possible. The news was not circulated, and it was still based on the battle results in the newspapers and the storytellers in the teahouse. It was not surprising that those storytellers described themselves as having three heads and six arms.

"Brother Guoqing, I may be a little proud, but that was when we were targeting the Japanese. I still admire the teams and organizations that can fight the Japanese. You too, have been selflessly donating money and supplies to anti-Japanese organizations in Nanyang. I have heard about it a long time ago, and I have great respect for you."

Chen Guoqing was so excited by these words that he even forgot about the thousand-mile sniping and immediately introduced his family's contribution to the Anti-Japanese War. Since the Revolution of 1911, the Chen family has been funding the uprising army led by Sun, and setting up schools in their hometown, from primary school to university, to support the construction of their hometown. After the July 7 Incident, they joined patriotic businessmen to establish an aid-China organization, and donated money and materials to support the Anti-Japanese War. Although Chen Feng knew that Chen Jiageng was the first overseas Chinese to support the Anti-Japanese War, he still couldn't help but admire him when he heard this.

"Report"!

"Come in"!

Li Yunyan brought two cups of hot tea and placed one next to each of them.

"Captain, the dean has gone up the mountain and has ordered that Young Master Chen should not be overly tired."

"Okay, got it. You should go and have a rest first!"

"Brother, what a good girl! I feel like I have something special for you! When will you get married?"

Chen Feng did not deny it. He blew the tea leaves on the cup and said:

"After we defeat the Japs, any time is fine."

Chen Guoqing gave a thumbs up.

"Brother, drink this cup of tea and go to sleep. Can you briefly tell me about the thousand-mile sniping in anger?"

After drinking a cup of tea for an hour, when Chen Feng finished telling the story of the sniping of Yan Junliu and Okamura Neiji, Dongfang had already exposed his white belly.

Chen Guoqing returned to the tent feeling unsatisfied. This time when he went back to the party, he had something to brag about. He said that he could be the protagonist for at least half a year. No, he couldn't reveal it all at once, he had to slowly and captivate people.

Chen Feng falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed and has to get up after sleeping for an hour. Elderly people get up early and he can't let them get up and wait for him.

He had planned to sleep for an hour, but he slept until 7:30 in the morning. Chen Feng hurriedly got out of the tent, thinking it was too rude to keep people waiting for him.

"Captain, don't be impatient, they haven't woken up yet."

Li Yunyan was holding a basin of warm water with a towel on her wrist. I don’t know how she guessed that Chen Feng was awake now, but maybe she had been waiting for a while.

Chen Feng took the warm water and returned to the tent, deliberately not taking the towel from Li Yunyan's arm. Li Yunyan followed him into the tent and placed the towel on the copper basin rack inside the tent.

"Yunyan, I'm in trouble. You haven't woken up yet!"

Li Yunyan couldn't help but be curious:

"Captain, why do I feel like you knew them before? And you seem very familiar with them."

Chen Feng smiled secretly while washing his face. How could he explain it? He couldn't just say that he had learned it in textbook and that he admired him so much!

"Yunyan, our next step may be to make some arrangements in Southeast Asia. The Chen family has unique advantages there, and we will be indispensable to their help in the future."

Li Yunyan covered her ears and ran away. She couldn't listen. She absolutely couldn't listen. Sister Zi Han was still doubting her life because of penicillin. The less she knew about the captain's thoughts, the better.

Several guests woke up one after another, and Chen Feng took them to see the red grass. It was not as tall as a person, but still more than one meter high, and people could only show their heads when they went in.

Chen Jiageng was filled with relief as he watched his son disappear into the bushes. However, his relief was not for his son, but for Chen Feng, who had the same surname as him.

"Xiaofeng, how many Japanese devils are buried in this area?"

"I haven't counted it carefully, but it should be around 50,000 or 60,000."

Chen Feng turned around and pointed to the mountain stream in the east:

"There are still tens of thousands of people buried there. There used to be a deep ditch, but it was almost filled up. We thought it oversimplified at the time. But this year, when it rained heavily, some of them were washed out. It was so disgusting. We had no choice but to blast the surface and change the course of the mountain water."

“Hahahahahahahaha”!

Tan Kah Kee laughed without caring about his image, and the other two old men also laughed happily. Chen Guoqing heard the laughter and came out to ask what was going on, but no one said anything and he kept scratching his head in anxiety.