The river flows slowly under the bridge, reflecting the blue sky, and floats with some water plants and swimming silver fish from under the bridge into the lake. The black bridge piles stand quietly in the water, with some water plants entangled near the water.

, the reeds on both sides of the bridge swayed with the wind, playing with their graceful figures in the wind.

A mile south of the bridge is a low house. The horse-headed wall stands upright in the sunset. The wall is black and white and very rough. The dark green moss in the corner and the saltpeter on the wall reflect the vicissitudes of time. A young man is standing there.

A line of white, crooked characters painted on the wall reads 'Down with Japanese Imperialism'."

"Captain Zeng, you said they were going to send weapons today, why hasn't there been any movement yet?" Wu Youqiu was a little excited.

The gentle young man known as Captain Zeng was none other than Zeng Youcai. His tone was a little unstable: "I'll be here in a moment. It's not dark yet. Why are you in a hurry?"

The setting sun shone on his face, and his bronze face looked even more resolute. Wu Youqiu said a little embarrassed: "I heard that the guerrillas were very brave when they fought against the Japanese in the west a few days ago. We can also fight against the Japanese at any time.

Enough."

Zeng Youcai glanced at Wu Youqiu: "I don't know: I am my senior brother, you are so much older than me, why can't you calm down at all?"

The reeds under the setting sun are covered with clouds and shine brightly.

The two of them stood on the bridge, watching the afterglow of the setting sun fall on the earth, slowly turning into a blood red color, and slowly leaning towards the top of the mountain in the west, which looked extraordinarily tall and magnificent.

Standing on the bridge indicates that this is safe, and serves as a signal for small boats coming from the east. A few miles to the west is the Japanese checkpoint. Some time ago, the Japanese had a battle with the National Army here, and later the National Army

After retreating, the Japanese built a new steel bridge to ensure land transportation.

No more talking, when the sunset had completely disappeared, some noises were heard on the river from the direction of Taihu Lake in the east.

Not long after, a small boat appeared on the dark river, and the two people on the bridge became excited.

Zeng Youcai joined the guerrillas, became the nominal captain, and formed the first team.

Wu Youqiu finally allowed everyone under his command to have a gun. God, your eyes are finally open. You little devils, just wait and die!

Fang Cheng's figure appeared, and together with the people in the boat, he carried down two bundles of things wrapped in oilcloth, and a dozen figures emerged from the roadside.

The two sides soon joined together and disappeared into the bamboo forest and reeds to the south.

A bamboo forest stands vigorously on the water bank. In the shadow under the bamboo forest, farmers are not neatly lined up in a row.

"Hey, can't you be more energetic? You haven't eaten, haven't you?"

"You said you are guerrillas and can't even stand in line. Can you hold your gun straight? What are you going to use to fight the Japanese? Turn right..."

Fang Cheng kept scolding and shouting commands, and of course Captain Zeng was among them. I originally thought that as a soldier, I could shoot the Japanese with a gun, but I realized that this was not the case at all.

Speaking of training, it is not something humans do. Every day, we get up before dawn, run to the river, swim across the river, swim back, and then run five miles back to the mountain where we are stationed. After breakfast, we have to stand all morning.

queue.

You have to clean your gun every day and run around in the mountains in the afternoon in a group of several people, which is a bit interesting, but walking in the same direction and doing the same thing every day is boring. A lot of people have opinions, but it can be done

Cheng didn't pay attention at all.

Under the training of Fang Cheng, the Lijiaxiang guerrillas complained endlessly. However, Fang Cheng hung a hammock between two bamboos and was swinging. He looked at the half-baked soldiers standing in the sun and picked up the kettle next to him.

I took a sip of some hot water, closed my eyes, and hummed an unknown song.

"Hey, why did you fall asleep again?" Wang Xiaoer, who had been working as a sentinel for a long time and came back slowly, had stars in his eyes. "You should say something!"

After speaking, he kicked Fang Cheng, who was dangling in the hammock.

"Can you, old man, save me some trouble? If you want to train, just go with them!"

"Aren't I worried for you?" Wang Xiaoer picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth. After a while, he said, "The captain said he would give you half a month. It's been almost ten days, and you haven't even taught them how to shoot.

None. What will you do when the time comes? I know Captain Li is not easy to deal with. How about practicing shooting in the afternoon? "

"No, you just want to shoot, but the captain didn't send anyone to guard the perimeter. Wouldn't he have attracted the Japanese as soon as he fired?"

"Wouldn't it be better to attract them? I haven't seen the Japanese for a long time."

"Hey, it's not easy to see the Japanese. Stop at the gate of Changxing City, take out your broken gun and shoot two shots into the sky. I guarantee you will be dazzled by the Japanese."

"Shall we sneak attack the gun towers by the Jaap River at night?"

"Why are you so big-hearted? There is a squadron of Japanese soldiers and a company of security forces by the river. You want to sneak attack them? It's more like getting killed. Captain Li doesn't even attack them. You can't think of it."

"This won't work, that won't work either. If I had known, I would have stayed in the mountains and not come out. It would have been cooler!" Wang Xiaoer complained as he threw the torn bamboo leaves into the wind, blinking his big eyes.

Look at the patches of green life in front of you, slowly dancing and falling in the wind.

The Japanese would occasionally lead the security forces into the mountains to burn, kill, loot, and eliminate the guerrillas, which directly caused a new crisis! The guerrillas were out of food.

Wherever the Japanese security forces went, there was basically no grain of rice. Although the common people got the news every time when the Japanese security forces entered the mountains, although people could run away, those houses could not. In the mountains in summer, eating

There is not a huge shortage of food, but with just a few thousand people in such a palm-sized place, the food consumption is too great. If it is just people like the county brigade, there will be no problem with food at all. When there are more people, it will be a bit unsustainable.

This is exactly what the Japanese want. For the guerrillas and ordinary people who are hiding in Tibet, even if they cannot kill you, they will starve you to death!

The problem finally appeared, and it needed to be solved. The food transported from the Langxi Mountain Road in the west was too slow, and too much manpower and material resources were wasted. Although there was still some food in reserve, there were too many people, and the food was consumed very quickly. There were people on the road.

The Japanese are constantly harassing us, and we have no choice but to leave. There are Japanese patrol boats patrolling the river day and night, and there is no way for boats to transport it. The key question is where to find this food?

Li Yuan and Lao Shen were helpless. How could they come up with any good ideas at once?

The cooking team thought of a way to save money. They changed three meals to two, replaced dry ones with thin ones, and added more wild vegetables and bamboo shoots. They can barely cope with it these days, but in a few days, the earliest stored grains sent over from Si'an will be

We are about to hit the bottom, and there is no way we can survive this day.

Li Yuan never thought that fighting would be related to food. It was a big surprise when he thought about it. Langxi in the west originally had enough food, but after the large army came over, a large part of the food was used to support the main force. In the past, Li Yuan was given one grain every day.

A thousand kilograms of grain has now been reduced to eight hundred kilograms, less than one tael per person on average. Although no one complained about the suffering, Li Yuan couldn't stand the look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!