Seven broke through the blockade to read the Anti-Japanese University

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  One day in September 1937, Commander Yang called Yang Sicheng to his side. "Little Yang, do you know the Chinese People's Anti-Japanese Military and Political University? It's what we usually call Kangda." Yang Jingyu asked, because they shared the same surname, he always let Yang Sicheng address him as elder brother, and he indeed cared for him like an elder brother.

  Yang Sicheng shook his head dazedly, from small to large has not learned to read and write, many theoretical knowledge are Ivan let him forcibly memorize, and then through continuous practice to experience.

  "The Anti-Japanese University was first established on June 1, 1936. I still remember the words spoken by Comrade Mao Zedong at that time: 'Our party founded the Anti-Japanese Red Army University to prepare for the coming anti-Japanese national liberation war. To adapt to new forms and solve new problems, we need to train cadres and improve their quality. Therefore, our cadres need to relearn and retrain so that they can work independently after graduation.' You're an excellent shooter, your road ahead is still long, so you need to learn more knowledge." said Big Brother Yang.

  Yang Sicheng knew his own inadequacies, "But now the battle needs me more." The team members are not very mature yet, and I don't want to leave them on one hand, but on the other hand, I really feel uneasy.

  "Xiao Yang, have you thought about it? The devils will be driven out by us one day, what will you do then?" Seeing Yang Si Cheng shaking his head repeatedly, Yang Da Ge continued to persuade him.

  "After driving out the devils, I will return home to serve my parents." This is Yang Sicheng's true words and his greatest wish.

  "Yes, who doesn't have a father or mother?! The devils will be driven away, and we'll all go home to serve our parents. Then who will protect China? Are we going to wait for the little devils to invade us again, and then let our children and grandchildren continue what we're doing now?" Yang's voice rose as he looked at him with some anger, his words not getting through.

  Yang Sicheng was speechless, "Then what should we do?" he asked hesitantly.

  "What to do? So let you go to school and find a way to enrich the country and strengthen the army from the root! You still have the nerve to ask me what to do?" Yang Si Cheng thought of the analogy Ivan gave him again: "Your Chinese army is too weak, just like a little kid guarding a big pile of gold and silver treasures, naturally, bandits want to kill and rob." Ah, we can't let our future generations be bullied by others anymore.

  "But I don't recognize characters, can the Anti-Japanese University accept me?" Yang Sicheng still had some worries.

  "Don't worry, Chairman Mao said 'There are no exams at the Anti-Japanese University, coming to Yan'an through the enemy's blockade is the best exam', go ahead, I'll support you, tomorrow you can take the introduction letter from our Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army and study well, China will need people like you in the future." Brother Yang patted me on the back.

  The next evening, Yang Sizhong bid a reluctant farewell to his beloved comrades and set off with a carefully wrapped letter of introduction in oil paper, 20 silver dollars, and 30 rounds of ammunition, carrying his "Kagaya" on his back.

  The road was very difficult, the devils set up blockades everywhere, there was no logistical support at all, when hungry, gnaw on a piece of pumpkin, or randomly shoot and kill small animals with a crossbow, when thirsty, drink from the villagers' wells, his firm conviction and good combat quality made him cope with these hardships with ease.

  All the way, he saw the deep disaster that war brought to the homes of ordinary people, the mountains and rivers were broken, the scars were everywhere, and the devils would often use the name of sweeping to burn, kill and loot. He had passed through many villages burned by the devils, the lingering smoke, the corpses all over the ground were silently accusing the enemy's cruelty and brutality. In order to avoid the enemy, they could only hide during the day and come out at night.

  In early November 1937, Yang Sicheng, who had been walking for nearly two months, had already arrived in North China. In front of him was the last blockade line of the devils, and once he crossed it, he would enter the defense line of the Nationalist Army. The two armies were facing each other across a large river. This blockade line was three kilometers wide, with a no man's land in the middle where three layers of dense barbed wire had been laid out. On the barbed wire, many empty tin cans were tied up, and as soon as there was any suspicious situation, the searchlights and machine guns from the devils' watchtowers and fortresses would go crazy and sweep over everywhere.

  The night had quietly fallen, he stuffed the last piece of dried meat into his mouth, chewed slowly for a long time before swallowing it down. Although he didn't know how much longer it would take to get food replenished in front of him, he was confident enough to break through this blockade line. After carefully checking the camouflage uniform wrapped around his body with dry grass, he slipped into the night.

  The white searchlight occasionally cut through the night sky, Yang Sicheng crouched tightly on the ground, and under the light, he was indistinguishable from the grass. After the searchlight passed by, he quickly crawled forward again. When he reached the barbed wire fence, how could he quietly get past it?

  From daytime observation, Yang Sicheng knew that the three layers of barbed wire were spaced 400 meters apart. The withered grass between the barbed wires was half a person's height and could conceal his tracks. Behind the third layer of barbed wire was a vast riverbank, where many reeds would be the best shelter.

  Yang Sicheng gently grasped a tin can, his right hand drew out a sharp hunting knife and carefully cut it off, then hid it in a nearby clump of grass. He estimated that the searchlight would be shining over again soon, so he quickly hid his face in the grass. Sure enough, about 10 seconds later, the searchlight beam arrived as scheduled, simply shining for a moment before sweeping away to another place.

  Following the same procedure, Yang Sicheng slowly and carefully cleared the "alarm devices" from the iron wire mesh in front of him. The hunting knife made a scratching sound on the iron wire, leaving deep scratches behind. "Clang, clang, clang..." The tin cans hanging from another wooden stake collided with each other, making an unusually loud noise in the quiet night.

  Damn it, would those devils discover this? Yang Sicheng's forehead broke out in fine cold sweat as he thought to himself: "Don't let our efforts be wasted at the last moment."

  It's okay, maybe the sound wasn't loud enough to attract the devils' attention, or maybe they were used to the tin cans being blown by the river wind and making a clanging noise. Anyway, there was no wolf-dog mobilization, no large-scale search party as he had imagined. With a sense of relief in his heart, he placed the hunting knife on the barbed wire and slowly pressed it onto the blade, repeating this several times until the wire finally broke. At least three more wires needed to be cut before he could pass through the first layer of barbed wire. The searchlight that swept over his head from time to time was really troublesome, forcing him to stop working again and again to avoid it. When he finally made it through the first layer of barbed wire and carefully tidied up the damaged area, four hours had passed, and it was already 1 am.

  "It seems that today I can only pass through two layers of barbed wire," Yang Sicheng thought to himself as he crawled forward. When he successfully passed the second layer of barbed wire, it was already past 5 o'clock in the morning. Waiting for dawn and then making a move under the enemy's nose would be purely suicidal, so he decided to take advantage of the darkness before dawn to solve his "personal problem".

  "What if I suddenly want to have a bowel movement while I'm hiding?" Yang Sicheng once asked Ivan.

  "The best way is to solve these problems before hiding, if something happens temporarily, you can only hold back, if you really can't hold back, pull it in your pants, but pray that your enemy is far enough not to smell the stench, otherwise you'll have to go see God with a pants full of shit."

  "I guess even God wouldn't want me to bring this kind of 'gift' to meet him." Yang Si Cheng thought, digging a small hole in the haystack and then disposing of the "trouble" in a nearly sideways manner. After finishing, he carefully filled the hole with soil and sprinkled a pile of wild grass on top, quietly and slowly crawling towards a nearby small mound, which could more or less block part of the enemy's line of sight, where he would spend his day today.

  Just as he was crawling forward, a small black shadow darted across his face, a field mouse. Yang Si Cheng's left hand flashed out like lightning and caught it. "Good luck, looks like today's breakfast is settled," Yang Si Cheng thought excitedly.

  Finally arrived near the small mound, with the help of the flashlight quickly observed the surroundings. The wormwood grass, which was over a meter high, had withered but still stood stubbornly in the river wind, and hiding in such dense bushes would be very safe. Everything was quiet as usual, apparently the little devils didn't think that there was an uninvited guest hidden right under their eyelids.

  Yang Sicheng spent almost 10 hours crawling the short distance of 1000 meters. The howling cold wind seemed to want to take away all the heat from his body, "Take advantage of this opportunity to replenish some energy." Yang Sicheng lay on the grass outside the soil heap and pulled out a hunting knife, with three or two cuts he skinned and beheaded the field mouse, dug out its internal organs and stuffed the bloody mouse into his mouth and started chewing.

  After finishing his "breakfast", he set up several simple "alarms" around him using shell casings and ropes, setting traps was his specialty. After clearing away all the traces, checking his equipment and camouflage, he fell asleep.