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

On September 9, Lin Heng and his party safely passed through Lincheng under the escort of the special operations team. As soon as they got out of the railway line, the special operations company was waiting for them with one man and two horses. They were very arrogant and domineering. They stood at the end of the land two kilometers east of the railway line. The team mounted their horses and galloped all the way through the Zhongxing mining area and went straight to the temporary headquarters of the guard regiment, Pingshan.

The head of the Guard Regiment, Lin Chuan, was anxiously waiting at the Pingshan Regiment Headquarters. The food and wine had been prepared. There were five pilots. Although he didn't know their names yet, he knew that there must be someone he knew.

The horse team arrived, and Lin Chuan saw his good brother Lin Heng at a glance. Although they were not from the same family, the two families had always been very good. Lin Heng's eldest sister had always treated Lin Chuan as her own brother. Lin Heng also saw Lin Chuan at the front of the crowd, jumped off his horse and ran two steps excitedly.

"Third brother, it's really Third brother, Third brother, are you here to pick me up?"

"Xiao Heng, you're awesome! It's really you! I was wondering if there were any acquaintances here. You really gave me a surprise!"

"Third brother, let me introduce him to you."

"No need, I know them all."

Lin Chuan pushed the excited Lin Heng away and extended his hand to the four people who had dismounted:

"Two captains, two brothers, how are you these days?"

Cen Zeliu smiled and said:

"Lin Chuan, it turns out to be you, Lin Chuan, the leader of the Yimeng Guerrilla Guard Regiment. If we had known you were here, we would have come to join you long ago."

"Brother Cen, are you making fun of me? I'm just a guerrilla fighter, but you're the elite air force flying in the sky. It would be almost like I could join you."

After a round of greetings, Lin Chuan took everyone back to the temporary regiment headquarters. The food was arranged, but there was no wine. However, seeing old acquaintances, Lin Chuan made an exception and told several battalion commanders to be on full alert and he wanted to get drunk.

"Third brother, just have a quick taste. After dinner, arrange war horses for us. It's safe here now, and we will rush to Qingdao overnight."

"Xiao Heng, one night won't make a difference! The captain has already started training. I'll tell you in secret, our captain's flying skills are no worse than yours."

"No, you know the attitude of the superiors towards cold guns. When it comes to the requirements of cold guns, no one can slack off. Completing the task is a great achievement."

Lin Chuan filled everyone's glasses with wine:

"Three cups per person, don't worry about not being able to ride the horse. I'm ready to take the bus later. I'll fall asleep as soon as I get on the bus. When I wake up, maybe I'll be in Qingdao."

Everyone looked at Cen Zeliu. As the captain, his decision was the order.

"Then let's have three cups. We'll set off after dinner in an hour and then go to sleep in the car. We'll all follow the arrangements of Commander Lin."

They had not seen each other for nearly three years since they had dealt with each other after the July 7 Incident. Naturally, there was no shortage of topics to talk about when they met. All five of them admired Lin Chuan very much. He came just to deliver some gifts and meet Captain Leng Qiang, but he ended up staying and became the commander of the guard regiment of the Yimeng Guerrillas. He fought brilliantly in several battles and had become an important figure in the Yimeng Guerrillas.

After a glass of wine, the atmosphere became more heated. Lin Chuan looked at Lin Heng and asked:

"How are my elder sister and brother-in-law? Are they still in Kunming?"

"I'm still in Kunming, but I'm planning to move to Sichuan at the end of the year. Let me tell you, my eldest sister and brother-in-law like Captain Lengqiang very much. I didn't know that the captain of the guard regiment, Lin Chuan, is you, otherwise I would have written to you a long time ago."

"Also, my elder sister has raised some military pay for your Yimeng guerrillas in Kunming. She was worried that she couldn't deliver it because the mountains are high and the road is long. So she exchanged it for gold bars a few days ago. I will find someone to deliver it to you no matter what."

Zhou Lingxu was familiar with both families and knew who the eldest sister they were talking about was.

"Xiao Heng, tell big sister to donate to support our Air Force! In the current anti-Japanese sequence, the fattest one is the Yimeng Guerrillas. I heard that they captured Qingdao and seized gold calculated by tons. You also know about penicillin, so many people are jealous."

Cen Zeliu knew more information, and he smiled and said:

"I've heard about this, too. Last time we were discussing commending you and the New Fourth Division, someone suggested commending you. It's been almost two years since your penicillin sold like hot cakes, and you've made all the money. A lieutenant general staff officer even asked you to hand over the formula unconditionally."

Lin Chuan smiled but said nothing. Lin Heng asked impatiently:

"What happened next? Why didn't I hear any news?"

"The top leaders said that the lieutenant general chief of staff should come to Mengshan in person to negotiate with Leng Qiang. Once they agreed that the item was 80% his, they should leave that night. As a result, the lieutenant general chief of staff fell ill that night and was said to have a high fever of 42 degrees."

The whole table almost burst out laughing. They asked Captain Leng Qiang for the recipe. They must be tired of living! The big families dared not think about this. They really thought that Leng Qiang's special forces were vegetarians! They really thought that Leng Qiang's sniper rifles could only shoot the devils! Now the firepower is all on the devils and traitors. If someone is really blind and offends him, even the emperor can't save him.

"Third brother, if I apply to stay, will your captain agree?"

Lin Chuan raised his glass and toasted everyone.

"Xiao Heng, if you feel itchy, brother doesn't mind loosening it for you. Can you just say this casually? Use your brain."

Cen Zeliu didn't care. If there was really a chance, he would like to stay.

"Little Sanzi, don't blame your third brother. If there is a suitable opportunity, we would also like to stay. You should know that our armies in all sequences are all modeled after your guerrillas."

Lin Chuan smiled bitterly:

"It's exaggerated, really exaggerated."

After having a good meal and a few drinks, the few people said goodbye to their good brother Lin Chuan and got on the trucks to Qingdao. There were three trucks. Platoon Leader Yang's special operations platoon continued to escort them. The five people sat in the middle truck's compartment and smoked. The compartment was covered with very soft cloth. Although they were all a little drunk, they were all staring at the sky while smoking.

"Little Sanzi, don't you know your third brother is here?"

Lin Heng blew out a smoke ring, but it was blown away by the wind created by the moving truck.

"My third brother has been missing for almost two years. I asked around and everyone said he had gone to do something important, but no one said he had joined the Yimeng Guerrillas. I didn't even think about that and thought he had gone somewhere to hide."

"You, the third brother, are indeed a man who can do great things. You have quietly become a general under Leng Qiang. I am really envious of you!"

"By the way, Platoon Leader Yang, does our convoy pass by Mengshan?"

"Captain Cen, we are not passing by, but we can turn if necessary."

"Forget it, I just want to take a look. To be honest, if it weren't for the Yimeng Guerrillas, I might not even know about this place, Mengshan."

"Brother Cen, I have something to ask you. I heard that Captain Huang really wanted to come, but his spot was taken away by you. I don't know if it's true or not."

Seeing that Lin Heng hadn't given up even though he couldn't blow out a smoke ring, Cen Zeliu found it a little funny.

"Your information is correct. Captain Huang really wants to come, but his superiors disagree. They say that a returned overseas Chinese went to Leng Qiang, and that would definitely be a disaster."

"What are you hitting? Aren't you hitting the dog?"

"The superior didn't dare to say the word dog and covered his own mouth."