Vanguards of the War of Resistance! Let's travel back in time together, classmates!

075 A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest

"what!"

"What......"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Xu Wengang's eyes widened. "Say that again..."

Wang Fuyong struggled to speak, "There's no time left. Wei San is cunning and treacherous. He's already sent people to set up roadblocks along the way and is also going down the mountain to intercept the chief. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late... cough cough..."

“Big brother…” Xu Wengang looked at Chen Jinshan.

Chen Jinshan stood frozen in place, his eyes vacant. He stumbled, grabbed a pillar for support, his body jerked violently, and his face flushed red.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Well done, Pang Xuecheng! Well done, Wei San'er! You really are wolves in sheep's clothing! I regret my actions now... I, Chen Jinshan, will never let you get away with this... Ah..."

Chen Jinshan was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

At this moment, everyone panicked. What should they do? They were exhausted, snow was falling heavily outside, they couldn't go home, and their families were in Pang Xuecheng's hands... Everyone's eyes turned to Xu Wengang.

"We can't go back to Daheishan. Pang Xuecheng just wants to be a mountain king; he probably won't make things difficult for the people in the village. Let's hurry. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. Let's go to Songjia Village..."

Helpless, the group had no choice but to get up, pack their weapons, carry the wounded, and prepare to descend the mountain.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the hillside: "Haha... No one is leaving... Chen Jinshan, Xu Wengang, today the Mountain God Temple will be your burial ground, and next year this day will be your death anniversary... Hahahaha..."

"Damn it, brothers! Grab your weapons, take the boss with you, and get out of here..."

suddenly!

"Boom... Crack... Tap tap tap..."

Gunfire erupted all around. Using the sound to pinpoint the location, Xu Wengang led his men in a panicked retreat, fleeing in the southeast.

Intense gunfire continued to erupt behind us; it was the last stand of many brothers who had failed to escape and were surrounded by the enemy.

Xu Wengang glanced at the unconscious Chen Jinshan and the thirty-odd brothers following him, a resolute look flashing in his eyes. He then headed south along the west bank of Heilong Lake towards Xiaodian Village.

He remembered that Shangguan Yun had told him that there seemed to be a base of the Songjiazhai guerrilla team there, and that if he had any problems, he could go there and the guerrillas could help him solve them.

A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest.

Don't say that times have changed and circumstances have shifted.

High on the mountain, thousands of pines and cypresses are covered in snow.

On the south bank of the Yangtze River, only fishing boats are exposed to the early chill.

In the farmhouse, chickens and poultry have already stolen the grain.

In the Forbidden City, palace maids hold brooms among the painted galleries.

I have countless friends.

It's hard to find a true friend.

Don't be like the man of Qi who worried about the sky falling.

Things before and after death,

Let it be left for idle gossip in the alley.

The weather has suddenly turned cold; are you dressed lightly?

--Director Rui's "Eight Scenic Spots of Yanjing - Snow on the Western Hills"

By this time, Shangguan Yun had already returned to the mountain stronghold, and the affairs of the stronghold were arranged in an orderly manner under the supervision of Song Dalong, Zhu Yanping, Huang Jinlin and others.

The battle raged from morning until noon, leaving corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood. The Japanese troops, who had come with high hopes, returned in defeat, leaving behind hundreds of dead bodies and about two hundred prisoners. It could be said that their entire army was wiped out.

The situation in Songjiazhai was not much better, with about two hundred people killed or injured, including more than one hundred dead, about one hundred seriously injured, and no one with minor injuries.

However, the gains were also substantial. Not to mention the equipment for five or six hundred Japanese soldiers, the Japanese warehouse that Shangguan Yun looted was a windfall.

The battlefield had been cleaned up, and the blood-red earth was now covered with silvery-white snow.

The enemy's corpses were collected and burned, while all the soldiers who died in the village were buried in the martyrs' cemetery at the southern foot of Longnan Mountain.

This was built after Shangguan Yun's last battle, so that future generations would forever remember the names and deeds of these martyrs. Several years later, the Longnanshan Martyrs' Cemetery was completed.

The most sacred place in the empire, where all the empire's upper echelons consider it an honor to be buried after death, and it is also the place with the highest level of protection in the entire empire.

The weather was very cold, and the villagers had already put on cotton-padded clothes. The winter supplies were barely enough.

Shangguan Yun first went to the cave and placed a large amount of supplies inside, instructing his trusted men to guard them carefully. Then he told Lao Huang to quickly organize people to make a large number of winter supplies, as they would be needed soon.

Then, without stopping, they rushed to the medical room. By then, Song Xiaoyun had already woken up. Upon hearing that Shangguan Yun was safe and sound, she was filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy. Zhu Yanping was chatting with her.

Upon seeing Shangguan Yun enter, Zhu Yanping quickly stood up, glanced at Shangguan Yun, walked out of the room, closed the door behind him, and went to talk to Lu Zhao and the others.

The room was very warm because of the brazier burning inside. Shangguan Yun sat on the edge of the bed, gently took Song Xiaoyun's hand in his palm, pressed it against his face, and whispered, "I'm sorry to have worried you...hehe..."

Song Xiaoyun had already recovered after taking the Vitality Pill, but she was exhausted after vomiting blood and too lazy to move.

With her beloved by her side, the gloom in her heart vanished, and a blush crept across her face. She rested her head on Shangguan Yun's shoulder, warmed his cold hands under the covers, and murmured softly with her eyes half-closed.

"You bad person..."

On the west bank of Heilong Lake, east of Wulongkou and north of Xiaodiantun, a team of about 30 people was trudging through the snow with difficulty. Many of them were injured, and there were two stretchers. Their progress was very slow.

Not far behind them, a group of forty or fifty pursuers were hot on their heels, firing shots every now and then, leaving trails of blood-red marks on the snow.

"Brother Xu, put me down. Let me take a few brothers to hold off the enemy. You all hurry up and take the chief and run forward..." the heavily injured Wang Fuyong struggled and shouted.

Xu Wengang said, "Don't move around, don't worry. I've already sent someone to the front to deliver a message to the guerrillas. We've set up an ambush on the hillside ahead to block the enemy. I believe reinforcements will arrive soon..."

After many twists and turns, the group climbed up a slope more than ten meters high, hid behind it, and fired at the pursuing enemy. For a time, the enemy's offensive was hindered, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

However, this was only temporary. After all, the enemy's forces outnumbered their own by more than double, and they had few wounded. This made Xu Wengang very worried, and he kept looking back to see if reinforcements had arrived.

At this time, the guerrilla base was located 1 kilometer northeast of Xiaodian Village, behind a lakeside hillside, in a mountain valley surrounded by mountains on three sides and open to the east.

At this moment, however, it was a scene of bustling activity. Since the guerrillas had participated in the battles of Wulongkou and Longwangmiao, most of their troops had gone out. Then, a large amount of supplies were transferred over, which were obtained by the guerrillas from cleaning up the battlefield. Some of these supplies were placed here nearby.

At this time, the military commander here is Yu Chaofeng. Due to the battle relocation, the reconnaissance company (which developed itself to have nearly 100 people, and Shangguan Yun upgraded it to a reconnaissance company) has merged its garrison with the guerrilla team to facilitate its work.

There are probably fifty or sixty people here now, constantly busy inside and out.