Chapter Fourteen Bottleneck
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably after Yan Xiuwu finished speaking, and she couldn't help but think of her parents who were killed by the Japanese devils. These beasts had destroyed her home, causing this happy little girl to fall into suffering. She would often wake up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down her face. Thinking of this, she glanced at Yan Jufan, and saw that his eyes were filled with hatred and anger. This moved the little girl deeply, realizing that her brother had always been thinking of avenging her.
The bad boy felt Rain's gaze, stretched out his hand to hold her, gently wiped away her tears, and softly said: "Rain, Brother Jufan will always be by your side, and will definitely avenge you. We'll kill all those damned Japanese devils!" Rain nodded, softly humming in agreement. Yes, she believed it would happen.
Sitting next to her aunt, Qin Si Jiao gazed at Yu Nong with envy. With so many people around, she couldn't muster the courage to run over and cling to the bad boy's chest, although she had done so before. Qin Wan Jun understood and patted her head, finding it somewhat strange that Yan Ju Fan was acting so excitedly. Her own son was unusually mature, after all. She couldn't help but admire him - whether it was his camouflage outfit or his pipe, everything about him seemed to exude wisdom. What's more, he appeared to have an astonishing intuition about many things, leaving her, who had seen countless people, unsure of what he was really capable of.
At this time, the Wu Gong team in Tongluo Village was launching a vigorous movement. The Wu Gong team, based on the spirit conveyed by the People's United Party, was throwing itself into mobilizing the masses. This time, they managed to escape danger, and the Wu Gong team did its best. Many villagers looked up to them for this, and those who lost their lives in the village were also gritting their teeth to avenge their dead relatives. For a time, Tongluo Village was transformed into a new world.
Autumn harvest had arrived, and to prevent the Japanese devils from taking away even one grain of food, the Wu Gong team was dividing up the land for harvesting. They were rushing to reap and gather in everything, and all was proceeding in an orderly manner. The Wu Gong team members set up sentries far away to prevent sneak attacks by the enemy and puppet troops. When helping with farm work, they carried guns and ammunition on their backs, ready at any moment to counterattack the enemy's offensive and cover the retreat of the villagers.
Chen Jian actively organized the Wu Gong team to train during the slack season, after so many battles, they had not been repaired, and the casualties of the Wu Gong team were very heavy. Many experienced old soldiers sacrificed in battle, while new recruits had much lower quality, mostly farmers who had no experience in combat, they just put down their hoes and picked up guns, more like holding a stick. However, all this did not dampen Chen Jian's enthusiasm, he seized every opportunity to go deep into the soldiers, constantly correcting mistakes, through his efforts, the team made great improvements, and can now march in formation.
This change made Zhang Yun Tian very pleased, he worked hard to take the People's Unity Party's political work deep into the soldiers, and discovered several talents, and also did a good job in places like Tongluo Village, many people began to look at this vibrant team with new eyes.
The sun is high in the sky, and the coolness of autumn is hidden under the shade of the trees. Not far away, in the fields, the heavy ears of grain are falling into the hands of the farmers with joy, as they welcome the harvest with open arms. The excitement of the harvest has brought smiles to the faces of the villagers, despite the chaos and turmoil caused by the enemy's invasion. For the villagers who have spent their whole lives working on this land, the successful harvest is a treasure that brings them hope and sustenance in these difficult times.
Under the big tree at the village entrance, Chen Jian was discussing with Zhang Yun Tian about the development of the troops: "Old Zhang, our current development is not bad, but we still can't expand our base here. Now we can only control a dozen or so villages, and the others are watching. When will we have room to maneuver? Moreover, many villages have strong clan forces, and the militia organizations inside are being controlled by the clans. They are not easy to grasp in our hands. What do you think is the way to break through this situation?"
Zhang Yun Tian slowly smoked, narrowing his eyes to gaze at the distant crops. He naturally knew what to do in this situation, but his doubts were greater. In this complex enemy situation, many family forces were intertwined, and even a humble villager had a thousand threads of connection behind their back. Because of this, he dared not act rashly. The incident with Tong Cheng Lei Er had just passed, and the revenge of the Japanese puppet army had only recently made many villagers suffer. At this time, if they adopted the method of mobilizing the masses to overthrow the rich peasants in other places, it might severely damage the work that had just shown signs of progress. However, these problems involved too many relationships, and he couldn't find anyone to discuss them with. Although Chen Jian's political awareness and party seniority were trustworthy, he still couldn't tell him all about these problems, lest he be pulled out by this straight-talking guy at a critical moment and put himself in a passive position.
"The local situation is complex, and there aren't many extremely evil landlords. The ones that can be considered as such are just some clan leaders who take more than their share, but this is an internal matter for them to deal with, and it's not our place to intervene. Moreover, although the land belongs to the landlords, the rent they charge isn't heavy, and many people have a close relationship with the clan leaders or landlords. These clan leaders also have intricate relationships with the powerful forces in Tongcheng. If we don't handle this carefully, it could become a problem. I also sense that the real revenge from the Lei family hasn't arrived yet, so for now, let's not make any rash moves. Let's focus on solidifying our work, developing active members, and trying to establish connections with every village. This is all we can do for now."
Tongcheng Lei's mansion, Mei Huan-yu had just woken up. Yesterday, in order to entertain Lieutenant-General Ikemura, he set up a special table at De Sheng Lou to welcome him. As a result, it took half a jar of strong liquor to get Ikemura drunk and make him feel the enthusiasm of Tongcheng. Finally, he carried the drunken Ikemura into the guest room and left four guards to protect him, fearing that something might happen to him, which would be hard to explain. In the end, relying on his memory, he called a few people to send him to Lei's mansion to visit his wife.
"Shui Xiang, you said that Gū Yé is really formidable. I heard he got the newly arrived Japanese person, Inamura, drunk and now they're still at Dé Shēng Lóu. Just a moment ago, several puppet soldiers came to report to the battalion commander." A familiar-sounding voice whispered from outside the room. Méi Huàn Yù furrowed her brow, seemingly having seen him before, but couldn't quite recall who he was.
