The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Several days after the thrilling and exciting Yongxin victory, the joy of victory on people's faces had not completely dissipated, like the snow that was reluctant to melt under the warm spring sun.

However, behind this seemingly calm and peaceful atmosphere, the situation is like the summer sky, suddenly becoming turbulent and unpredictable.

Liu Meigao, the counter-revolutionary rightist who had once been hunted down like a rat crossing the street, somehow managed to escape from the smoke-filled battlefield of the Yongxin Uprising.

He was like a rat that feared the light, sneaking and timidly all the way to Chaling, Hunan.

At this time, Liu Meigao looked increasingly thin and haggard, with a pair of cunning little eyes embedded in his pointed face, making him look like a treacherous villain.

Along the way, he was like a frightened bird, scared to death at the slightest movement, and his miserable appearance was unbearable to look at.

Despite this, the resentment hidden deep in his heart was like a raging flame. Not only did it show no signs of being extinguished, but it burned more and more vigorously, almost devouring him completely.

When this sinister guy finally arrived in Chaling, he immediately began to move around impatiently, like a greedy fly that smelled rotten meat, looking for a powerful force to attach himself to by any means necessary.

"Master, please help me!"

Liu Meigao, with a flattering look on his face, bowed and scraped before the commander of the special forces battalion of the Third Army of the Bald Party stationed in Chaling, and cried out in tears:

"Yongxin has now been taken over by a bunch of ignorant peasants!

These lawless guys are doing whatever they want there, turning a peaceful place into a mess and a place of chaos!

As long as you are willing to send troops to suppress it, then the small town of Yongxin will surely become yours. Then, you will naturally enjoy endless wealth and glory! "

The commander of the special forces battalion was tall and strong, standing there like an iron tower.

His broad face was covered with crisscrossing flesh, as if every muscle contained endless murderous aura.

A pair of triangular eyes like a poisonous snake, just a slight glare can make people shudder.

At this moment, he was shouting at the top of his lungs, using a voice as rough as thunder:

"Humph, you, a bunch of rabble, actually dare to act so recklessly on my territory?

It’s simply unbelievable! "

However, what was unexpected was that with Liu Meigao's eloquence and silver tongue, coupled with his deliberate exaggeration and exaggerated description of the actual situation in Yongxin area, he miraculously persuaded this arrogant and conceited team.

These people were dazzled by the illusory scenes described by Liu Meigao and were determined to recapture Yongxin County by force.

They completely disregarded the local people's newly gained freedom and hope for their future lives, and only wanted to satisfy their own selfish desires and ambitions, and dragged this small town, which was originally full of vitality and vigor, back into the endless abyss of darkness.

When the news that the special forces battalion was about to attack Yongxin County spread throughout the Yongxin County Committee like a gust of wind, a tense and fierce defense battle began.

Under the urgent call of outstanding leaders such as Wang Yaxin, Yuan Wencai, and Wang Zuo, peasant self-defense forces from four counties responded one after another. With firm beliefs and fearless courage, they quickly gathered together and prepared to meet this unprecedented severe challenge.

Under the merciless scorching sun that burned like a flame, heat waves rolled over the vast sandbar.

The brave and fearless peasant soldiers were like a group of cheetahs, lurking silently in sand pits and dense reeds.

Zhao Shao lay quietly in the grass like a sculpture, with the scorching sun shining directly on him.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his resolute cheeks like pearls that had broken off the string, one drop after another, quickly soaking the dry and barren land beneath him.

His rough and powerful hands tightly grasped the slightly old earthen rifle, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at the front without blinking.

At this moment, he was silently praying to God that everything would go smoothly in this fierce battle that was about to break out.

"Liu San, don't move!

If we are not careful, our whereabouts will be exposed."

Zhao Shao lowered his voice and warned his companions. Although his voice was extremely soft, it contained unquestionable severity.

Hearing Zhao Shao's reminder, Liu San smiled slightly and nodded gently in response.

His lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable nervousness, yet at the same time flashed with determination.

Time seemed to suddenly stop at this moment and become extremely slow.

Every minute, even every second, that passed felt like a century of torment for these soldiers who were on high alert.

The sun gradually tilted slowly towards the west, and its colorful afterglow was like a huge piece of orange satin, gently covering the vast sky.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, a noisy and chaotic sound of footsteps and the high-pitched neighing of horses finally came faintly from a distant place.

Zhao Shao's heart, which was already hanging in the air, suddenly rose to his throat.

"Everyone, hold on!

Don't act rashly yet, wait until the enemy gets closer before attacking!"

Wang Yaxin's voice was steady and powerful, ringing softly in the soldiers' ears.

At this moment, from afar, one could see the enemy special forces battalion and the landlord armed forces, led by Wang Kui and Liu Meigao, marching towards Yongxin in a domineering and arrogant manner.

Wang Kui was riding on a tall and mighty horse, with an arrogant look on his face. He was as proud as a peacock, as if he had already grasped the victory firmly in his hands.

He opened his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Once we successfully capture Yongxin, I will make those poor peasants feel the effects of our might and see what happens if they offend us!"

Liu Meigao, who was following closely beside him, stared at the front with eyes filled with hatred and desire for revenge, gritting his teeth and saying viciously:

"When the time comes, no one will be left alive. Kill them all!"

Looking at the enemy soldiers who were marching, they were dragging their extremely heavy steps and moving forward slowly. Each of them looked listless.

The long and arduous march had already made them exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and they were extremely tired both physically and mentally.

"Everyone, cheer up and follow my instructions!"

At this moment, Yuan Wencai's bright eyes were like burning torches. He held the gun tightly in his hand. Due to excessive force, his finger joints had turned slightly white.

Finally, when the enemy had completely entered the ambush circle carefully designed and cleverly arranged by the peasant army, Wang Yaxin, who had been hiding in the dark, suddenly stood up and roared loudly with all his strength:

"Fire!"

There was a deafening sound of a homemade cannon, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly breaking the originally dead silence of the night sky.

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