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

Chen Feng read the message carefully again and looked at Li Yunyan with a serious expression:

"Does the team bring a radio?"

"Our special operations platoon escorting penicillin has it, but it is only turned on at 3 a.m. every day."

"At 2:30 in the morning, we kept calling to determine their marching direction. I telegraphed Lin Chuan and dispatched a special operations company from the Guard Regiment. All of them were lightly equipped and would make a long-distance assault. They would carry two radios and pass through the Jinpu Line from Xuzhou City, heading towards Anhui and Henan to greet them. I told Lin Chuan that these were important guests and that no accidents must happen."

"Yes"!

Li Yunyan was a little surprised. The captain used the word "absolutely", which showed that he took it very seriously. I had never heard of it before! Is it very famous? I didn't take it so seriously when I met Schweinweidel and Joe Piero!

Li Yunyan had no idea that Chen Feng's current mood was beyond words. The person he had seen in the textbook when he was a child in his previous life actually came all the way to see him. He had just come into contact with the legendary Shandong businessman, and the legendary businessman from the south came again. Chen Feng's mind was working fast. Nanyang, Singapore, Southeast Asia, could he make arrangements with the legendary figures in advance?

Chen Feng kept a close eye on the situation of Chen Jiageng and his entourage. On June 6, the elite special operations company of the guard regiment met up with the visiting delegation in Mengcheng. To avoid trouble, the team continued to operate at night and hide during the day.

On the night of June 6, the team successfully penetrated Xuzhou and entered the defense zone of the Guard Regiment. Chen Feng was already waiting in Lucheng Town, east of Lincheng Zhongxing Mining Area.

"Captain, the team has passed Taierzhuang and is expected to arrive here in more than two hours. Mr. Chen's third son, Chen Guoqing, seems to be having some difficulty acclimatizing and is a little weak. Brother Liu asked us to find a doctor in advance."

"Your sister Caiyun is here, if you still need to find a doctor."

At half past ten in the evening, Chen Feng finally saw this legendary figure. He had a square face and round black-framed glasses. He looked a little out of spirits, probably due to the long journey.

"Mr. Chen, I am Leng Qiang, the captain of the Yimeng guerrillas. My real name is Chen Feng. Welcome."

"Chen Feng? You are a cold gun, your name is Chen Feng"?

Chen Jiageng was a little surprised, and the group was also shocked. Leng Qiang's name was Chen Feng. This sentence made them feel how much the Yimeng Guerrillas valued them. How many people in the world knew Leng Qiang's name? Apart from the Yimeng Guerrillas, even the most powerful spy organization couldn't find out!

"Yes, my name is Chen Feng, Mr. Chen, we are a family."

Chen Jiageng took off his glasses and wiped them. He looked at Chen Feng carefully in the light of the car lights, and secretly sighed in his heart, "Heroes emerge from youth! He is so young, but he has already killed so many Japanese invaders!"

"Who is the third young master? Let Dean Liu examine you first!"

A sickly man said weakly:

"Cold gun~, brother Chen Feng, I am Chen Guoqing. No need for check-up. I just have difficulty adapting to the climate. I will be fine after a few days of rest. Are we almost reaching Mengshan?"

"Third Young Master, it will take us more than three hours to go to Mount Meng by car. Can you hold on?"

"There's a car! That's great, I really can't walk anymore."

Lin Chuan salutes and reports:

"Captain, the tent has been set up and the food is ready. Would you like to eat and take a rest before setting off?"

Chen Feng looked at the poor condition of the few people and persuaded Chen Jiageng:

"Mr. Chen, you should take a rest for a while! Eat something and let our Dean Liu check the Third Young Master's health. The drive for more than two hours is all on mountain roads and is very bumpy."

"Captain Leng Qiang, don't call me Mr. Chen, just call me uncle! The guest should follow the host's wishes, I will do as you say. National Day, go with the doctor for a check-up, don't be willful."

Chen Guoqing was a little depressed. In front of the adults, he was always a child. It was okay when facing Uncle Zhuang and Uncle Li, but the key was that the people on the opposite side were younger than him and were willful. It was very embarrassing.

"Uncle, who are these two?"

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to introduce them. This is Zhuang Xiyan, and this is Li Qingquan. Both of you are vice-chairmen of the Nanyang Chinese Relief Association for Refugees in the Motherland."

Chen Feng shook hands with the two men eagerly:

"Uncle Zhuang, Uncle Lu, you have worked hard along the way. You are all models of supporting the War of Resistance. On behalf of all the members of the Yimeng Guerrillas, I welcome you. Come on, follow me, and let's have a cup of tea to warm our stomachs first."

Liu Caiyun took Chen Guoqing to have a physical check-up. She originally had some objections to Chen Feng for bringing her here, but when she saw three elderly people over fifty years old who had traveled thousands of miles to come here, and one of them looked like a young master from a wealthy family and was almost exhausted, she was instantly moved.

Li Yunyan also came and went to the side to talk in private with Liu Lihui. Li Zongren gave Li Yunyan a lot of words, all of which had to be said in person.

Chen Guoqing didn't have any serious problems. He was really suffering from a weak stomach due to the unfamiliar climate. He took some medicine and kept looking at Chen Feng. Although he knew that Leng Qiang was not very old, he was too young! In Southeast Asia, Leng Qiang is a role model for countless Chinese and overseas Chinese, from grandparents in their seventies and eighties to children who are just beginning to understand. No one doesn't know the legendary anti-Japanese hero Leng Qiang.

An hour later, the team continued on their way. Chen Feng drove the jeep, with Chen Jiageng sitting in the front, Zhuang Xiyan and Li Qingquan sitting in the back, and Chen Guoqing was arranged on the truck at the back. A thick mattress was laid in the car, and Liu Lihui, Li Yunyan and Liu Caiyun followed the car to take care of him.

Chen Jiageng sighed a little. It was completely different from what he had imagined. In his mind, Leng Qiang should be a cold and proud person. He didn't expect that he would treat them with such courtesy and was very considerate and caring.

"Uncle, two uncles, this trip is still too dangerous. I should go to Chongqing to visit you."

"Cold Gun, or let's just call you Cold Gun! We have talked about you countless times, and we are still a little uncomfortable changing our words. To be honest, every time you win a fight with the Japanese, it will cause a stir in the Chinese circle in Southeast Asia. We have been paying attention to you since 1938. All the big and small things about you have become a hot topic for discussion among the Chinese in Southeast Asia, which has brought honor to our countrymen."

Li Qingquan also echoed:

"Yes! The July 7 Incident, the Battle of Shanghai, the Nanjing Massacre, until the Japanese captured Shanxi and crossed the Yellow River to occupy Jinan, we became more and more desperate as we heard the news, and our hearts were filled with worries about the future of our nation. Your appearance was like a ray of light, tearing apart the haze that the Japanese had shrouded this land, and allowing us to see the dawn of victory."

"Uncle Li, I'm so proud when you say that!"

"You have the right to be proud. Your story has been written into novels and plays, and is widely circulated in the Southeast Asian region. The sniper killings of Terauchi Hisaichi and Yan Junroku, and the beating of Okamura Yasuji into a zombie, are things that even plays dare not portray in this way."

The three old men seemed to have forgotten the tiredness of the journey, and they praised Chen Feng one after another. Chen Feng was driving, feeling the cool breeze of the summer night, and he felt a little floating.