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

After three days, Chen Feng was finally allowed to get off the kang. Every time his father and Heiwa came in with the urine bucket, Chen Feng felt very embarrassed. Feeling Chen Weiping's love and care, Chen Feng finally faced the reality. After calling out "Dad", Chen Weiping burst into tears. His proud son had finally returned.

In three days, Chen Feng had a deep understanding of the owner of his body. They had the same name, Chen Feng, and were both eighteen years old. They lost their mother when they were young and were raised by their father Chen Weiping. They were very good at marksmanship and did not like farm work since they were young. They liked fishing and hunting, and they were very skilled in using the old trap. Their family had a few acres of thin land, all of which were dry land that depended on the weather for food. It was difficult for their family to get enough food, but they did not have to farm for the landlords to earn food, so they were considered middle peasants. The name of the village was Goushanhou, and there were dozens of households in the village. It was about seven or eight miles away from Baodugou. Chen Feng's home was close to the mountain and not far from Heiwa's home.

It is now August 12, 1937 in the lunar calendar. There are still three days until the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Japanese have already launched a full-scale war of aggression against China, and it won't be long before the Japanese reach Shandong. Chen Feng's face is gloomy. Although he always wanted to go back to the past to destroy the Japanese invaders in his previous life, now that the real opportunity has come, he feels he has no idea where to start. He wants to join the army, but there is no way. The nearby places are all Han Fuqu's army, a leader who only knows how to escape. It would be useless to go there. Going to Hebei or the south is a long way off. Father Chen Weiping will definitely not agree. Besides, he won't be able to find an army that can fight tough battles, and he might become cannon fodder one day. He can't figure out which way to go, so he simply doesn't think about it. Let's get through this Mid-Autumn Festival first!

Dad went to dig sweet potatoes, and left himself a bowl of cooked sweet potatoes and half a pot of chicken soup. There were only three chickens left in the house, and Dad could not kill them again, otherwise there would be no eggs to eat. He walked around the houses, two earthen houses, a pot room and a main room, with roofs made of wheat straw. Over time, the wheat straw had turned black. Strings of chili peppers were hung under the eaves, and there were several places where the wall paint had fallen off, with dry grass ash. Chen Feng knew that there were various vegetable seeds inside. In addition to the two houses, there was a cowshed on the west side. There were no cows in it, but messy farm tools. There was a big apricot tree in the yard, which seemed to be several decades old. The apricot season had long passed, and the leaves had begun to turn yellow, swaying stubbornly in the cool breeze.

When he opened the door to the main room, there was a creaking sound. He didn't know how many years it had been since the door hinges had been oiled. The furnishings in the main room were also very simple. Two wooden beds and a wooden cupboard were the main furniture. There were also a few large vats around. Chen Feng remembered the scene when he was a child. The vats should be full of wheat. He lifted the lid and took a look. There was no wheat, but some dried peanuts and some cornmeal. He lowered the lid and looked around. Suddenly, he found a gun hanging on the beam. There was a cloth bag hanging on the gun handle. He carefully took down the rifle, brushed off the dust on it and studied it slowly. It was an old barrel, not for shooting bullets, but for iron sand for hunting. Sure enough, he found iron sand in the cloth bag. In addition to There was iron sand and an oil paper bag in the cloth bag. He opened it and studied it. It was gunpowder for firing. Chen Feng had studied homemade cannons when he was a child in his previous life. This kind of gun was similar to the homemade cannon used for shooting rabbits. They were all filled with iron sand and tamped with an iron rod. The machine head on top was opened, and the gunpowder wrapped in paper was stuffed in. At this time, you must be careful when putting down the machine head, otherwise the gunpowder might be fired. Chen Feng saw the gunpowder paper strip under the machine head, and knew that the gun was filled with sand and could be fired at any time. He hung the cloth bag on his waist, searched for a hatchet in the cowshed, and went out with the shotgun. The memories of his previous life were still there, but he had a different body and he didn't know if he still had the ability to kill the enemy.

When he went out and headed for the mountains, he ran into an old man who was harvesting sweet potatoes. He called out to Chen Feng from a distance:

Xiaofeng, didn't you just recover from your injury? Why are you wandering around again? If your father finds out, he will beat you up.

Chen Feng didn't know this grandfather, so he could only explain:

Grandpa, I'm just going up the mountain for a walk. I've been staying at home for so many days and I'm almost rusting.

You little rascal, who are you calling grandpa? You are the grandpa. According to seniority, I am your third grandson. I heard from your father that you don’t remember anything about the past. Look at me carefully. I really don’t remember anything.

Chen Feng's face was filled with black lines. Fortunately, not many people were around to hear him call him grandpa, otherwise everyone would have laughed to death. He shook his head at his third grandson and left quickly.

The old man dragged the sweet potato vines while muttering:

What a good child we were in the past. Grandpa had a very hard life.

Chen Feng entered the deserted mountain forest and began to familiarize himself with his body. Although he felt that he was not as good as his previous life, because he lived in the mountains and hunted and fished every day, his physical fitness was considered very good.

Chen Feng used the mountain forest as the venue and trees and boulders as imaginary targets to familiarize himself with various technical and tactical movements. After a morning of training, he felt that he could now exert half of his strength in his previous life. He was full of gratitude to Chen Feng. When he was 18 years old and serving in the army, his body was far worse than Chen Feng's. He believed that it would not take long for him to recover to his previous state. He secretly made a resolution:

Don't worry! I will take good care of dad for you.

Seeing that it was past noon and his father had to go home for lunch, he had to go back, otherwise his father would be worried if he couldn't see him. He hurried back along the way he came. Then he found that he had unknowingly moved away from the village. He familiarized himself with the tactical moves while hurrying on his way. He was like a monkey and was very agile in the mountains.

Suddenly Chen Feng stopped. There was some movement in the valley ahead. He slowly climbed to the high ridge and looked down. He saw a big wild boar digging up the grass, grunting as it ate the grass roots. When Chen Feng saw the big wild boar, his heart was pounding. He suppressed his impulse, took off the gun on his back, and carefully opened the muzzle. At a distance of more than 30 meters, he didn't have to worry about whether the shooting range was enough. He aimed at the front of the wild boar and pulled the trigger. Not good! Chen Feng quickly retracted his head and put the gun back. Fortunately, the wild boar didn't notice anything and was still digging for the grass. In the wild mountains and wilderness, this thing has no natural enemies at all. Chen Feng gently checked the misfired gun. It should be the gunpowder under the nose of the machine gun. It had not been used for a long time and had become damp. He poked the barrel with an iron bar and made sure that it was filled with iron sand. He took out the gunpowder paper strips, took off the cloth bag on his waist, opened the paper bag and squeezed the gunpowder. He felt that it was well preserved. He wrapped the gunpowder into a long and thin strip of paper and put it into the small hole under the nose of the machine gun. He stuck his head out and saw that the wild boar was still eating. He moved about ten meters above the ridge, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the wild boar's neck, pulled the trigger, and there was a bang. The recoil made Chen Feng's arm numb. The wild boar was shot, but it didn't show any ferocity. Like a frightened rabbit, it turned around a few times and fled madly along the bottom of the valley.

Chen Feng carried his hunting rifle and picked up an axe and chased after it. The valley floor was not flat, with bushes, weeds, and rocks. The wild boar's neck was still bleeding, and it was dizzy from running. It accidentally fell over, got up and continued to run, screaming. Chen Feng was nimble and agile, and chased it down along the ridge. Finally, the wild boar fell down. Chen Feng stepped forward and checked carefully. The neck was sticky with blood, and the bristles were covered with dirt and weeds. It was not dead yet, and it could no longer wail from its mouth. Its hind legs occasionally kicked. Chen Feng cut the wild boar's neck hard, cutting the blood vessels, but almost no blood flowed out. It is estimated that the blood flowed out of the wound while it was running.

Chen Feng fastened his hunting rifle and hatchet around his waist, grabbed the wild boar's front legs, swung them hard, hung them on his shoulders, and carried them home. Although it was hard to carry the wild boar weighing more than 300 pounds, he was still able to move forward steadily in this rugged wilderness. This showed that Chen Feng's physical fitness was really good before.