Rebirth of Siheyuan: Starting from escaping famine in 42

Li Qingfeng was sleeping with Wu Lirong in his arms.

Li Qingshan followed his father with a gun on his back, jogging quickly along the path the large army took.

At nine o'clock this evening, the regiment headquarters where Li Chengman was located received a telegram from their superiors, ordering their 323rd Independent Regiment to rush to Sandaokou overnight to block the Kuomintang troops coming to support the county town.

After receiving the telegram from his superiors, Commander Yang of the 323rd Independent Regiment immediately notified all cadres at the platoon level and above to come to a meeting and explained the tasks assigned by their superiors, which led to tonight's forced march.

(Captain Yang was later the director of the steel mill. The author says it was necessary for the plot.)

Li Qingshan panted slightly and asked Li Chengman beside him: "Dad, we have been running for almost an hour. Are we almost there?"

Li Chengman's face was calm, and he replied without turning his head: "Soon."

Li Qingshan was dissatisfied with his father's reply. His father had told him several times along the way that it would be done soon, and he was always perfunctory in answering him.

He asked again: "Dad, how many more days will it take to get there?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chengman cursed angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and just follow me." After that, he ignored him and ran towards the company commander directly.

Li Qingshan rolled his eyes at his father's back, muttered a few words silently, and continued to trot along with his comrades.

After running for less than twenty minutes, the team in front stopped. Although the whole team was very tired, they still stood at attention and maintained their posture.

Captain Yang stood on a small hill, looking at Sandakou from afar through a telescope and observing the terrain on both sides.

After reading it, he checked the time again, and told the three battalion commanders around him their respective tasks, and ordered: "The first battalion, the left side of the third intersection, the second battalion, the right side of the third intersection, you will each form your own positions, and all movements will be based on the sound of my gunfire."

"Yes." The two battalion commanders of the first and second battalions received their tasks, saluted, and left with a smile.

The commander of the third battalion found that his battalion was the only one without a mission, so he asked, "Commander, where is our third battalion?"

"The third battalion will follow the regiment's guard platoon to launch a frontal attack," said Captain Yang, and then he ignored him and raised his telescope to continue observing the terrain around Sandakou.

"Yes!" The third battalion commander saluted, turned around and returned to his battalion to announce the tasks he had received.

Li Chengman, acting company commander of the third company of the third battalion, was smoking and chatting with the two company commanders of the third battalion. He saw the battalion commander coming back from the corner of his eye, so he stood up, handed him a cigarette, and asked, "Battalion commander, what is the mission of our third battalion?"

First Company Commander: "Yes! Battalion Commander, what is the mission?"

Second Company Commander: "Battalion Commander, what is the mission?"

The Third Battalion Commander had just lit up his cigarette when his forehead hurt from the three men's questions. He said unhappily, "Shut up." He took a puff of his cigarette and then said, "Our Third Battalion and the Guard Platoon will block the enemy head-on."

"Most of you are new recruits, Lao Li. You should be more careful when the battle starts."

Li Chengman nodded, indicating that he understood.

The third battalion commander waved his hand and said, "Okay, go do what you need to do."

Li Qingshan was talking to a new recruit who had joined the team a few days ago. When he saw his father coming back, he waved to him and waited for Li Chengman to come to him.

Li Qingshan asked with a playful smile: "Dad, what's going on?"

When the comrades around heard Li Qingshan's question, they all looked at their company commander curiously.

Li Chengman said with a straight face: "We will attack from the front later."

He glanced at the new recruits in the company again and said loudly, "Listen up, old man. Now is the time to test the results of your training."

"When the battle starts, aim carefully before firing. Don't waste a single bullet. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Li Chengman looked at the soldiers in the company and saw that they were in good spirits. He nodded and said, "Okay, everyone, get into battle and prepare for battle."

Not long after, Captain Yang saw through a telescope that a group of Kuomintang troops, about two regiments in strength, were coming towards him like a long dragon from Sandakou in the distance.

Regimental Commander Yang put down his binoculars and said worriedly to the political commissar, chief of staff, and deputy regiment commander beside him: "The enemy has two regiments of troops. Will this battle be difficult for us?"

The political commissar said, "Old Yang, we have to fight even if it's difficult. We just hope to delay the main battlefield for a little longer."

The chief of staff said, "Captain, if that doesn't work, just use grenades to attack them. When the enemy is thrown into disarray, the sharpshooters will call out the enemy commanders one by one."

The deputy regiment commander said, "In fact, there is no need to worry about these Nationalist troops. We have driven the Japanese away. How can these Nationalist troops be more powerful than the Japanese? Maybe once we open fire, these Nationalist troops will be so scared that they will wet their pants."

"Ha ha!"

After hearing this, several people also laughed out loud.

Commander Yang called a signalman and passed on the order that the chief of staff had just spoken.

Before long, all the soldiers of 323 received the message to throw grenades first.

The soldiers placed the grenades in front of their eyes, unscrewed the screws, pulled the strings with their left hands, and waited for the commander's orders.

"boom!"

The sound of a gunshot marks the beginning of a battle.

The soldiers quickly threw all the grenades in their hands, and they fell into the enemy's marching troops like rain.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The explosions continued one after another. In an instant, the entire marching team shook violently, like a flash collapse, deafening.

The entire marching team was enveloped in the fire and light from the river. Then, there were bursts of gunfire.

The two regiments that went to support were immediately beaten into a panic. A few sharp-eyed people in the National Army found that their own regiment commanders were dead, and they shouted loudly: "The regiment commander is dead."

This sound immediately shattered the fantasy of these national army soldiers. Some soldiers dropped their weapons and turned around to run. This run resulted in a crushing defeat. They all ran back quickly, fearing that they would be targeted.

Seeing this, Commander Yang laughed loudly and said to the bugler beside him, "Blow the charge."

"Yes."

The bugler put the trumpet to his mouth with his right hand and blew it hard. The sound was extremely loud on the battlefield.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of the charge pierced the blue sky, and the PLA soldiers were like tigers out of their cages, fearlessly charging at the Kuomintang troops, shouting as they ran: "Surrender your weapons and we will not kill you."

"Surrender your weapons and you will not be killed."

When Li Qingshan saw his comrades around him stand up and rush down, he excitedly followed them. At the same time, he used the "Dragon Step" taught by his brother. After a while, he rushed to the front and killed a slow-running enemy with his bayonet.

When Li Chengman saw this, he angrily shouted, "This little bastard."

When the soldiers saw this, they blushed and quickened their pace to catch up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, most of the two Kuomintang regiments, seeing that they could not escape, knelt down and raised their guns in surrender. Only a few Kuomintang soldiers escaped.