Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

"Jiangsu, Huaiyin. We want to send you here."

Yan'an opened a booklet and handed it to Peiping.It was a small book introducing the general situation of the Huaiyin City Garrison, the surrounding situation and development goals.

"Currently the New Fourth Army is mainly operating in central Anhui, southern Jiangsu, central Jiangsu, Huainan, borders of Henan and Hubei, and borders of Zhejiang and Jiangxi. Northern Jiangsu and Jiangsu, Shandong and Henan areas are local guerrilla activities, and there is no clear division of labor, but sooner or later we will include them .We want you to go over there and help expand the theater."

"It turned out to be Subei..."

"Sorry, I let you go to a place where the heat is not available. Can you do it according to the King of Beiping? Stay in the guerrillas, and you can contact the troops in the south at any time if you need anything. There is no need to stop in Huaiyin. After the goal is achieved, the conditions will be arranged. A better place. Thank you for your hard work."

"No, it doesn't matter, I think it's fine." Peiping hung down the brochure and said with a smile, "I also came here because of selfishness, I don't want to always be bored in the back. If I can't do something for everyone, I'll be ashamed. .”

Gong jumped down from the table, with a confident and cheerful tone: "Look, he is a good person in Beiping, and you worry too much in Yan'an. Stay with us for two months and get familiar with your own environment before starting. That's it. ?”

Beiping nodded: "Let's make it so."

Yan'an ran to Peiping's side and took his hand.Looking at his big and bright eyes set on the slightly dark skin, shining with lively and agile brilliance.The military uniform worn by the young man is more formal than before, but he is as energetic as before.

"Brother Peiping, I will show you around the barracks and classrooms. By the way, I will meet people here. We will have dinner together around the same time. The food is not as good as in Chongqing, so there is no way..."

"It's okay, even the best things are hard to swallow when you're depressed." Beiping pressed Yan'an, wearing a red five-star hat, "It just so happens that I'm in a good mood."

The Revolutionary Army hats of the early civilians also had a five-pointed star.This is what I heard from Guangzhou.

Obviously reconciled.But Peiping suddenly felt a little sad.

There is a pond lying at the foot of the mountain not far behind the cafeteria.

Beiping bid farewell to Yan'an, where he had been chatting happily with several company commanders, and sat by the pond alone.Lunch is late, there are few people, and weeds grow lush in summer, almost no one can find him.Some fighters will go fishing here when they come up, Yanan said, pointing to the pond.It does look like it can catch fish.The water is very clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds flowing with it.

Peiping saw his own shadow on the water.A bunt between military uniform and civilian clothes, although it is summer, because I stayed in the back for a long time and didn't go out very much, my skin didn't turn black.When the Qing Dynasty fell, he cut off his braids, and now his bangs are full length, and his half-length hair reaches below his shoulders.

The teeth marks from multiple bites on the lower lip are almost gone.This is the way to return to normal, Peiping thought.He sent a letter to Tianjin. I don't know if he has received it. I hope other brothers in Hebei can read it.It's also strange, but it took only two days to return to normal.

He shares a relationship.He couldn't help showing a smile that he didn't know what kind of emotion to say.

A vibrant environment affects the people in it.Yan'an and the others worked very hard, spending their energy wisely and creating such an energetic atmosphere is a well-deserved reward.

It seems natural to like here.It is also very comfortable to stand by the wild pool and breathe fresh air.In the past, he always went to the pond under the city wall of Beiping to watch dragonflies wandering, the grass leaves glistening with dew, the gentle rippling water waves, and the singing of frogs one after another in the evening constituted a complete sound of nature.But don't expect too much now.

The mood is much clearer.Although I feel a little sorry for Chongqing.

"Don't be abducted by the Communist Party, His Majesty Chongqing will be very sad." On the day before leaving, Shanghai said to him with a mocking face.

"Just because you're assigned to Jiangsu doesn't mean it's easy for us to meet. It doesn't matter if it's okay. The air around me is a bit delicate now, and I won't be able to come to Chongqing often in the future. It's all about each other. Please take care."

"Thank you. Please help me if necessary."

"Of course. Goodbye, I shouldn't miss you."

Who will Shanghai miss?It's not a personality problem. A person who is busy all day long and under psychological pressure has no time to miss others. "I want revenge, this is the meaning of my life now" - he obviously hasn't forgotten this sentence.

"Goodbye, I may miss you."

——Comparatively speaking, his burden is not so much.

At this point, the only way to go is to keep going.Life is not decided by oneself, and death is still far away, so we can only live humbly, patiently, and try our best in the world.There is nothing to doubt about this.It is the mentality of the old man to recall the past and be sentimental about it. In a sense, he is a little tired from life.Therefore, he needs fresh blood to help him get rid of the confusion.

Go down at this pace.Beiping stood up, and then the voice of Yan'an came.

"Have you had a good chat?" Peiping turned around.Yan'an stopped in front of him, holding his knees while panting.

"Well, their company captured something good. This must be credited. Why did Brother Peiping come to the water's edge?"

"Sit casually. Don't come running to find me. I'll see you sweating."

"It doesn't matter, jumping into the water will solve it!"

Yan'an carelessly pointed to the pond, very skillfully.Beiping's mouth crooked: "It's also..."

"Then, brother Peiping. I actually have some personal questions to ask you, you..."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I heard that you had a good relationship with the Communist Party before. You also defended him when the accident happened."

"Ah."

"I also said that one day I hope he will come to your house to listen to Beijing opera."

"That was when we were still working together. I thought I would see you again soon, but I didn't expect... more than ten years later."

"I think you must have these reasons for the election."

"I'm not the only one...Yan'an, your brother Xi'an also sympathizes with you. Haven't you considered him?"

Yan'an was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't bother him anymore. What we asked him to do in the winter of 36 caused him to take too much risk and endure a lot of pain. My brother is different from me. He has too many constraints and considerations. I dare not act casually, but... I have felt guilty towards him since then."

"I see."

"We didn't make you do anything embarrassing, did we? If so, be sure to tell us."

"Absolutely not." Beiping patted Yan'an's hand, "What's the matter, suddenly became serious? You did nothing wrong. You're not an adult yet, don't you feel tired from being busy with so many tasks all day? Is there anyone you like? "

"Uh, this... I can't tell you." Yan'an was a little embarrassed, "Why do you ask this?"

This expression is childlike again.Beiping laughed secretly, and his voice softened: "Just now by the pond, I thought, if I could sit by the water with the person I like, I would feel happy even if I didn't do anything or say anything."

"Are you happy...Brother Peiping must have someone he likes."

Beiping turned his back, noncommittal.He took off a blade of grass and stirred the water in the pool. The sound of the water was soft, with a touch of sadness, and the ripples swayed round and round, with the sparkling light flickering in between.Just like the human mind.

At the same time, Tianjin sat on the white wall outside Beihai Park, shaking his feet, and opened the letter that had passed through him many times.The sunlight poured down the gaps where the leaves intersected, and danced into jumping white spots on the letter paper.

Tianjin suddenly raised his head and blinked.

"The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold. There is always a feeling of the same."

In July, the heat is strong, but the cloud-shrouded Lushan Mountain does not feel hot at all.Since early in the morning, it has started to rain, intermittently blocking the line of sight, and it tends to fall more and more in the afternoon.As far as the eye can see, the black mountains are immersed in a misty rain and fog, as if floating on them.The raindrops hit the leaves with a clear and loud ticking sound.

In the north, the Yangtze River floats across the land like a silver ribbon, separating Jiangxi and Hubei.

Wearing a raincoat, Wuhan stood in the rain and fog in front of the camp.The wind was blowing, and the rain was constantly changing directions, and soon got into the hat and wet the forehead.The sky was gloomy, with a thin layer of light.The insects hid and could not hear anything other than the rain.Although it is midsummer, in the continuous rain, Wuhan still feels a sense of sadness.

"Jiujiang has fallen. But, don't blame him." A person came from the camp, it was Nanchang.

Wuhan chuckled: "Seeing that my own city is imminent, am I afraid that I will blame you after the fall?"

"What are you talking about!" Nan Chang glared at him angrily, "Whether Jiujiang or I are doing our best! Isn't it unreasonable to blame others after trying our best? I'm not such a narrow-minded person."

"Just kidding, don't mind. We haven't lost the natural danger of Mount Lu, and we still have to rely on you." Wuhan yawned and took two steps towards the hillside.Yesterday afternoon, Japanese troops passed by the foot of the mountain, and the Chinese army laid down guns to stop their advance.Sooner or later there will be war.

Wuhan gazes at the foot of the mountain.The distance is too far, blocked by dense vegetation, so I can't see clearly. "After a heavy rain, the blood should have been washed away. I don't know the body..."

"It's best to be washed away with the mountain torrents." Nanchang continued.Burying the enemy's corpse is also a very troublesome job.

"It's a beautiful idea."

"Even if we don't need to deal with it, the maggots crawling out in summer are disgusting to see from a distance, white and twisted..."

Wuhan elbowed Nanchang: "Don't talk about it, you are even more disgusting. It's a shame that you still boast of being educated."

"It was originally, are you jealous? Do you know what I thought of when I saw this situation? The Xunyang River saw off guests at night, and the maple leaves and the flowers were rustling in autumn..."

"Old man Bai is talking about Jiujiang, not you. If you have the ability to recite the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion."

"Alas." Nanchang Fue looked at the camp, no one seemed to notice their bickering.If any soldier heard the two county kings discussing the problem of maggots crawling in and out of their mouths in the rainy rain at the serious barracks surrounded by green forests, and then expressed their nostalgia for poetry, they would probably only doubt morale.

A line of soldiers ran out to straighten the plastic sheet covering the fort.In the wet, stuffy and foggy mountains, steel is easy to rust. The 15-minute firefight often takes a day and a night to prepare, and the work they do is only a corner of it.

Nanchang caught a familiar shadow among the soldiers. "Jiujiang!" He got in and pulled out a man whose trousers were covered with mud. "You actually came here? Was the journey hard?"

Jiujiang wiped the rain from his face: "Fortunately, I retreated with everyone. Walking is a bit slippery in rainy days, but we arrived at least."

He fell quite a lot—Nan Chang usually laughed at him, and Gu Nian's friend stopped talking.Jiujiang bowed slightly to Wuhan: "Wuhan, I'm really sorry."

"It's nothing, it's not your fault." Wuhan replied mechanically.Since Anqing, people have been apologizing to him constantly.no need.For them, winning once can boost morale, and losing is normal. The key is how to lose.Even if they lost badly, should the responsibility be pushed to those city lords?

Nanchang said, "Since you're here, why don't you come with us to the city?"

"I'll go if I can help..." Jiujiang forced a smile, "but only in your city. I still have to go back."

"...Do you like to stay surrounded by the Japanese and puppet troops?"

"Being away from home or being surrounded by Japanese and puppet troops, which one do I like best? For people like us, our destiny is always closely linked with the city we are bound to, and our health, mentality, and ability all change. Retreat to the rear What else can we do? Why not do what we can do in the land we are familiar with. Moreover, I have been thinking recently, if the days of being trapped like this grow, will we just..."

"Have you become powerless to resist?"

Wuhan received it in a logical manner, which attracted Nanchang's surprised eyes.

"I thought about it too, and the answer seems to be yes. From a historical point of view, we haven't lost our country. When the rule of outsiders is gradually entrenched and the people are getting used to it, our desire to resist The weaker. As the situation stabilizes, the intruders will use less violent means, because after achieving the 'peace' they want, there is no need to arouse public anger. They need to last for a long time and integrate. By then, We didn't feel it anymore."

Jiujiang bowed his head silently.

"I can't recall the previous experience, but I can understand by looking at Taiwan. They may have knots in their hearts and are not happy, but their life is better than that of the mainland. After so many years, let's keep the status quo. Sometimes I think a little bit more extreme, and I will You may think, the Japanese are despicable, but a country that is poor and decaying and cannot provide a better life for the people can no longer resist foreign invasion and perish. Isn’t this the fate of countless nations that have disappeared in history? Future generations comment on us just like we comment on Peoples that vanished: 'Civilizations that fall behind the times are normal and not a big deal.'

"I don't want this kind of ending. I hope that children don't have to call mom and dad in Japanese. Of course, there is also the possibility of rising again - just like we have been 'subjugated' for hundreds of years and awakened to overthrow the original dynasty. That proves that we The civilization still has the value of existence. But it is driven by ordinary people, we will not wake up first. I will not be able to endure it for hundreds of years. It is hard to unite. It is hard to get out of the shadow of the late Qing Dynasty and pursue the future... ...How can it be interrupted again?"

"So you are afraid of your own sinking and depravity?" Nan Chang said bluntly, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome..."

"Yeah, it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Wuhan interrupted him simply, "It's exactly the same as what Ah Xing said." It's not that there is no way out, and if you are afraid of sinking, you can flop a few times while you can! I don't want to wait another few hundred years , Just desperately drag the enemy down now! Random thoughts during the battle will definitely weaken the combat effectiveness.'”

Nanchang was taken aback, and laughed: "Changsha's temperament is very similar to mine! They are real men who don't hesitate!"

In fact, I think he is a little more delicate than you——Wuhan Fu.

"You guys think it through." Jiujiang shrugged, "Well, I am most familiar with Lushan Mountain, and I will be given the task of accompanying the sniper, and the two real men will retreat to Nanchang City. If you delay the time and don't prepare well, you will be fine." Wonderful."

Wuhan wanted to ask a question, but Nanchang dragged him away without waiting for his voice to hit the ground, and ignored the chief who shouted behind him that he didn't have enough bullet belts and there might be an enemy squad in the back mountain.Wuhan found the magazines and grenades, and the guns on his shoulders, so he let him run away without any worries.

"You have no objection this time?" Nanchang turned his head and said with a smile after crossing the bushes downhill.

"It's okay to have a gun."

"You are so confident."

"Let you see and see."

"Don't just moan here without saying a word. My time is precious."

As Shanghai said, he turned around from the window looking at the scenery.Ningbo curled up in the mahogany chair, his eyes didn't know where he was aiming, maybe he was totally distracted.

He patiently waited for the second hand of the quartz clock on the wall to circle once before he heard the boy's muffled voice: "Is it very precious? You are just drinking afternoon tea with your feet up."

"I take advantage of the little free time in the day to rest. I drink tea to leave the noisy crowd, go through the things I encounter in my mind, forget the useless ones and remember the useful ones, and organize my thoughts to figure out what to do next. Ayong, you don’t understand the adults’ troubles, do you?”

Ningbo revealed an expression close to a sneer: "Yeah, I have nothing to do to ask for trouble, disrupting the daily routine of a busy person. I'm so sorry for you."

"There is no need for such an attitude..."

"Shanghai you red bastard!"

"……why."

"Exactly!" Ningbo jumped up, grabbed Shanghai's tie and pulled it towards the table. Shanghai was completely defenseless and couldn't help but staggered a few steps. "Do you think that I treat others the same as you? Do you think that I am so full of myself that I don't think about other things besides doing business and cooking? Do you think..." He didn't know where the anger came from, and his clear voice changed Pointy and tall, "Do you think childlike appearance can be equated with childish mentality? Stop being self-righteous, I am older than you!"

With a twist of his wrist, he suddenly loosened the expensive checkered tie. Fortunately, Shanghai grabbed the corner of the table with agility, so that he wouldn't fall and make a hole in the floor.

Ningbo watched him straighten his clothes coldly, help the table to stand up, without any intention of helping or apologizing.

Shanghai didn't care about it: "You also said that you are not naive, and children are so impulsive and unreasonable."

"It's not like that for other people." Ningbo snorted through his nostrils, "People say I'm considerate, virtuous, and educated."

Shanghai almost learned to vent its breath through its nostrils.Considerate, virtuous, knowledgeable?Well, thinking about it a long, long time ago, it seems that there was such a thing... But now you have to take practical actions to show it off to me.

"A considerate person would not do such a tragic thing as domestic violence."

"...you tell me again."

"It's nothing, I'm just complimenting you." Ningbo felt that Shanghai smiled very well, and the delicate and delicate facial features wrinkled into the middle of a small white face made him want to punch him very much.

Shanghai took a chair and sat down next to Ningbo, and put up his ten fingers: "Well, I don't understand why you came to my house and sighed, your pressure is not that big compared to those city lords in war zones. Hangzhou also came back safely Come on, why do you have to keep such a straight face? It's really uncomfortable for me. "

"You, you really only think about yourself."

"Tell me?"

"You seem to have a pretty good relationship these days. Are you good with Peking and Hong Kong?"

"Ah," Shanghai propped his chin and replied vaguely, "They are all very nice people. It's a pleasant cooperation."

"That's how you think about Peiping..."

"Honestly speaking, I still have feelings, and he shouldn't have noticed it at all. But it's good this way, to be able to tell the truth or something. Don't say I don't want to go forward, we all have pimples in our hearts. … Why are you asking me this?"

"You live comfortably...Hangzhou brother told us something about going to Henan. It sounds very dangerous. Kaifeng suffered a lot of injuries, and it will be difficult to recover in the short term. The rest of the disaster-stricken city owners It will be very hard...after the Yellow River diverts, the problem of floods is probably just the beginning. Plague, food shortages, military disasters, the death toll will only continue to rise.”

Shanghai raised an eyebrow: "The people in Henan, Anhui and Jiangsu should be the most saddened by this. It's useless for you to worry about it. The flooding of the Yellow River is a big problem for everyone. The puppet government will find a way to rebuild the dam sooner or later."

"...Don't mention the puppet government to me. The cost of war is already great. There is neither so-called peace nor fairness in the occupied areas. Similar disasters will happen in the future. Since that time, I..." Ningbo faced out the window , choked up, "I can't tell you the specific reason, I've been depressed and uncomfortable. The feeling that I can't do anything... Before the disaster came to my city in person, I'm afraid I would have been suffocated to death."

"You think I can keep you from suffocating?"

"No." Ningbo moved slightly from his chair and looked down at the sitting Shanghai. "It's not that simple. Our destiny is interlinked. It has always been like this from the opening of the port to the landing in Hangzhou Bay. If we become two people, we won't feel too lonely." And helplessness. If it's two people, it won't be too difficult to fight and smile... Heh, let's call it Nie Yuan."

Shanghai's eyes drifted for a moment: "So you value me so much. Isn't the discomfort you said solved?"

"It's not resolved. Since you and I have fallen into such a field, it seems that the evil relationship has ceased to exist! It is impossible not to run to you more, but it is wrong for you to ignore me completely! I don't know what you are doing every day. What, is it that I am not worthy of your trust or you have no goals? I finally met me once, just to confess some inexplicable things that I refused to explain, like doing business... Shanghai at the time of the Songhu Battle, my impression It’s so deep.” Ningbo smiled desolately, “You can fight for your ideals to the end, and you also said that you must protect the compatriots behind you... When the Japanese army occupied this city, you were sleeping. When I looked at you, tears suddenly came down. Don't think I'm the same size as you, sometimes when I get emotional, I think your feelings are no different from those in Hangzhou, you know...?"

"..." Shanghai raised his face and stared at him quietly, "It's a bit unexpected. I haven't forgotten those things. Never. Tell you the direction I'm working on now. It's your intention."

"I'm more greedy, I want more." Ningbo said weakly, reaching out to Shanghai's hand, but the moment he hesitated, he was held back by the hand with beautiful joints. "It's still the same as before, it's better to comfort each other and move forward together."

"Okay." Shanghai smiled. "If you want me to apologize to you, we can talk about it later. Set off with me first, and meet two people, it's a new beginning. But don't tell others."

Instead, Ningbo was dragged out of the door. "Hey! You left before you finished your black tea?"

"I wasted time by you, there is no way."

"Then who are you going to see?"

Shanghai pretended to look around.The three-story Western-style house is naturally quiet.

"The Communist Party of Japan."

The wind on the river is mighty, and the fleet is slowly advancing on the broad river.The ships are connected end to end, standing on the first patrol ship and looking back, you can easily see the end.

The ones that were blown up, those that sank to the bottom of the river to block the passage of the enemy troops... the already weak navy is running out.

"You brought Yue Yang too?"

Wuhan asked Changsha a little reproachfully.Yue Yang, who changed his attire and put his long hair back together, took a step forward and greeted him: "I asked you to come here. Please don't be offended if you act suddenly. Mr. Min intends to move the naval headquarters to my place. It is still necessary to visit the fleet in person." .”

"There is such a thing... but you are a girl, you can just sit at the headquarters and command, it is too dangerous to go to the battlefield..."

"It doesn't matter, it's not like you fighting with guns and bayonets in the army." Yue Yang smiled and stopped him.

Wuhan sighed and acquiesced.Changsha leaned over and whispered: "You can't do anything with a woman, just accept your fate... Isn't it just laying a minefield, it's scary to see her like that in a real war..."

Wuhan made a gesture to Yue Yang to wait a moment, opened the rear hatch, dragged Changsha into it, and then closed the door with a bang. "Straight to the point, I need your help with something." He said to Changsha, who was confused by his series of actions.

"You want me to help?" Changsha put his hands on his hips, "Say."

"On the front on the north bank of the Yangtze River, someone in my family saw Nagasaki in the enemy's vanguard."

"Forward troops? Ordinary commanders will not rush to the front. The man from Nagasaki...is he in a hurry to take down Wuhan?"

"Probably so. He was originally fighting in Henan, and he was in a bad situation after the defeat. He must have been in a hurry. His gang attacked the fortress of Tianjia Town quite fiercely, and the chances of winning Tianjia Town are not high."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"I can't restore the big situation, but even if I regret that I can't fulfill my obligations in this battle, I still want to teach him a lesson through some personal means. It's good to be sharp." Wuhan's tone gradually sank.

"Ha, you've become impulsive." Changsha raised his head, "Tell me what I can do? I'll stay with you to the end."