Chapter Thirty-Five: Tianhua Mountain

  It is said that troops will be sent to the occupied area, Huang Jishan convened a meeting of cadres from each regiment and company overnight to study. The commander of the guard company was a Manchu from Kuantun, pointing at the map and saying: "Here, Tianhua Mountain!"

  Huang Jinshan followed the guard's finger and saw that Tianhuashan was located in the northern part of Guanshui Town, which was not easily accessible. He asked in surprise: "We lost the hunt, where did you go to do what?"

  "Captain, Tianhua Mountain is strategically located and easy to defend but difficult to attack. Moreover, it's a forest area with coal deposits. If we use Tianhua Mountain as our base, we can launch surprise attacks on the four main routes around us at any time!" The guard company commander smiled: "As long as we control the transportation hub, our battle achievements will be unmatched by other companies."

  "Hmm, you kid's brain is quite useful! Alright, you'll set out tonight, remember, don't reveal that it's the Zhuanghe troops!"

  "Yes!" The company commander of the guard saluted and said: "Commander, can I recruit people in my hometown?"

  "Good soldiers, of course, must not be too greedy. If a new unit is formed, you can draw instructors from the guard company to train first. Kid, be careful not to cause big trouble or I'll clean up after you when I get back!" Huang Jinshan smiled and immediately gave the young company commander the power to act freely.

  "Yes, I'll definitely do a good job and make our team the first!" After the guard company commander walked out, Huang Jishan quickly picked up the phone and reported their team's attack target to Hu Zhiyong.

  "Tianhua Mountain, here!" Hu Zhiyong said, looking at the map with his neck pinched phone: "Good location! Tell the troops that we need coal there in the future, and we must get a true situation report back!"

  "Don't worry, young master, I've already given the orders!"

  The captain of the First Guard Company was Hou Dashun, 27 years old, who had served as a squad leader in the Northeast Army. That night, he set out with all his men - three infantry platoons and one firepower platoon, totaling 149 people.

  As the first team's elite, Hou Daxun's equipment was quite good. Eighteen machine guns, nine grenade launchers, two mortars, a uniform set of assault rifles and sniper rifles, and a leather coat for each person.

  They marched for seven hours, and had already covered over a hundred miles. Hou Dashun used his flashlight to take a look at the map, and said in a low voice: "We're not far from our target now, tell Sharp Knife Squad to rest in place!"

  "Yes!" The orderly rode off on horseback, and Lian Bu and Huo Lie sat down on the ground to eat their dry rations.

  This is Bian Gou, Hou Da Shun's hometown. He knew that going further northeast would be Tian Hua Shan, where the population was sparse and it was impossible to deploy troops. As the head of the strike force, he had to deploy his forces first before talking about establishing a base.

  Back home, the sky was already bright. In a village with over 100 households, people were so scared to see the troops entering the village that they dared not come out. Hou Daxun's parents had passed away early, leaving only his elder brother and sister-in-law's family of four.

  "Brother, sister-in-law!" It took him a long time to open the door. His big brother opened the door and looked at him, "Dashun, is that really you?"

  "Brother, I'm back!"

  The Northeast Army and the Japanese army had a battle, and Dashun's brother lost his younger brother's trail. Seeing him return with troops, he asked excitedly: "Have you become an official?"

  Hou Dashun's face turned red: "I'm just a small regimental commander."

  "Is this all?" Hou Dalie looked at the people outside: "Just these few dozen people?"

  "Brother, nearly one hundred and fifty people are all on guard at the village entrance!" Hou Dashun entered the house, took off his hat and asked about the situation here.

  "The islanders didn't come here, but the traitors' group often came to urge payment and grain." Hou Dali is over 30 years old, with a 10-year-old son and a 7-year-old daughter. The two brothers were chatting at home when the security guard came in.

  "Report, over a dozen people carrying guns are approaching from that direction, they appear to be Imperial Japanese Army collaborators."

  "Tell a row of men, don't shoot, take them -" Hou Dashun made a beheading motion.

  "Yes!"

  Thirteen pseudo-armies, a class of grain collection team in Guanshui Town. A row of long guns buried two classes at the village entrance, and one class inside the village prepared to close the door and beat the dog. The pseudo-army never thought that other troops would appear here.

  "Halt!"

  "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

  The muzzles were trained on these people's heads, and they meekly raised their hands in surrender.

  "Shunzi, I'm Er Mao!" The false army sergeant exclaimed with excitement as he saw the officer walking out of the village.

  "Er Mao, you really have a future, becoming a traitor?" Hou Da Shun sneered, picking up Er Mao's pistol: "It's not easy being a dog, and this broken gun can still fire?"

  Er Mao and Hou Da Shun were classmates, both of similar age, serving in the Northeast Army. After the defeat of the Northeast Army, Er Mao returned home, but due to economic pressure, he had no choice but to take up arms again.

  "You know, I have an old mother at home, and I can't just abandon her." Er Mao was indignant, and he didn't want to wear this yellow skin either.

  "Tell me about the situation in the town!" Hou Dajun understood that if he hadn't been disarmed in Zhuanghe, he might have also run back home. He took out a pack of cigarettes and looked at this group of puppet soldiers: "Come on, we're all fellow villagers, let's sit down and smoke a cigarette before talking."

  "Alright, if you're going to attack Guanshui Town, I can be your inside man. Don't worry, these brothers still listen to me and won't mess with you!" Er Mao had just joined Hou Daxun's troops, but his mother couldn't take him away, so he didn't dare speak up.

  "Guanshui Town only has a battalion of fake soldiers?" Hou Dashun thought for a moment: "Alright! First, bring over the grain you've collected!"

  A town was requisitioned by the Japanese army for over 40 tons of grain, and Hou Dashun was naturally moved. Moreover, this is a pastoral area with a large amount of medicinal materials and board chestnuts. Meat and leather medicinal materials are all urgently needed materials in Zhuanghe, and he is more confident in his original proposal to establish a base in this area.

  In a town without Japanese troops, there were only over a hundred puppet soldiers, but he really didn't take it seriously. Another thing is that the walls of the town are almost everywhere with loopholes, and sneak attacks are their specialty.

  After making a plan, Hou Dasun solemnly said to Er Mao: "We'll make our move at nightfall, you few be careful not to mistakenly hurt anyone."

  "Don't worry, I'll try to take the night shift and our brothers will bring you over to seize the grain and ammunition depot!" Er Mao didn't dare stay any longer and hastily bid farewell, heading south.

  "First and second platoons, follow up! Take the opportunity to attack!" Hou Dashun was very cunning and didn't tell the truth even to his old classmates. He led the troops out, aiming to take down the puppet army headquarters in Guanshui Town before nightfall.

  Guanshui Town is surrounded by water on three sides and is also an important intersection of three roads. Upon arrival at Longzhao Gou, the three platoons quietly entered the town, with the firepower platoon dispersing mortars and rocket launchers to prepare for a fierce attack on the reinforced enemy.

  Hou Dashun personally entered the town and smiled at the entrance of the fake army's barracks.

  "These guys don't look like soldiers at all!"

  Perhaps because the days were too smooth, two puppet army sentries hugged their guns and chatted. Hou Dashun walked over with a handgun, forcing them to put down their guns and surrender with their hands up.

  "Here they come! Here they come! They've arrived!" A stutterer saw a group of people carrying guns walking in and shouted as he ran towards the house.

  "Grandma, yell at a ball, you've come and Laozi can see!" The fake company commander was smoking a big cigarette and scolding the stuttering tongue that ran in.

  "Get ready - it's coming! Hit - it's here!"

  "What?" The fake battalion commander sneered: "You damn well farted, bandits dare to attack the town in broad daylight?"

  "Don't move!"

  "Move again and I'll beat you to death!"

  Three people rushed in, their guns pointed at the fake company commander. He trembled and dropped his cigarette on the ground. Hou Dashun came over to take a look: "Hey, I thought it was that guy back then! Biaozi, how did you end up joining the army?"

  "Alright, alright, put down your guns, don't accidentally fire them." Lian Zhangbiao was also scared to the point of stuttering.

  "Get the troops out and assemble them in the courtyard!" Hou Dashun barked, his eyes wide with a ruthless command.

  "Yes, yes, yes, surrender." Biaozi didn't dare to be slow and quickly took out his handgun, raising both hands as he walked into the courtyard.

  The three platoons of the pseudo-army, all nine classes, had their doors aimed at by bayonet rifles, and several machine guns occupied advantageous positions in the yard, with shooters crawling with their hands on the triggers.

  Er Mao whispered to Hou Da Shun: "There are still a few people who aren't here, they went window shopping empty-handed."

  "It doesn't matter." Hou Dasun said confidently: "When they come back, we'll catch them off guard! Biaozi, where the hell did you hide all the food?"

  "Report! The grain has just been loaded, waiting to be transported to the county town tomorrow morning!" Biaozi's voice was not small, and he performed a standard military salute in front of his subordinates.

  "Hey, you bastard, you really have your ways!" Hou Dasun was familiar with this person, as he had once fought with the young master of this landlord.

  "What about the carters? Line them up, load all the weapons onto the carts, and have the carters transport the grain back!"

  "Yes!" A row of Long Commando warriors picked up their weapons and opened the back yard, with three large trucks loaded to the brim. In a very large warehouse, all the pseudo-army were locked inside, Hou Dashun handed over: "We are anti-Japanese troops, tens of thousands of people have fought over. Remember, on the face of fellow villagers, spare your lives, dare to be reckless again next time and take your dog's life!"

  "Yes, yes, I will never harm the villagers!" Having saved his life, Biaozi dared not say another word, fearing that Hou Daxun would change his mind and take him out to be shot.

  "Report, over 10,000 taels of silver have been collected, more than 600 animal hides, some medicinal materials, and 40 tons of grain. All the supplies have been transported away by large carts, and the cart drivers are all willing to surrender to us!" The second squad leader came to report, and Hou Dashi said with satisfaction: "The third squad will cover our rear and seal off any information leaks, everyone else set out!"

  "Yes!"

  "Big Shun brothers, can I join your team?"

  "Big Brother Shun, I'm at a dead end at home, let's join the army and eat their rations!"

  "I'm going too!" Hou Dashi was surrounded by his fellow villagers in a short while. He looked at these poor brothers and said: "Those who are physically strong, educated, can sign up, those who have skills and can tan leather, I want them too, others will not be accepted for the time being!"

  Everyone burst out laughing. The bitterness of the mountainous region, they can all eat bitterness and have a strong physique. As for skinning techniques, almost everyone knows how to do it.

  "My god, over 400 people? Alright, let's go!" Hou Daxun smiled with satisfaction, having gained a lot from the first battle and recruiting so many good soldiers. He led the way forward, followed by a group of poor brothers.

  "Wait, we're going too!" A woman's voice rang out, and Hou Dasu's body shook with fear, almost wetting his pants.

  "Flowers, is that really you?" Hou Daxun rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the person who came was indeed his classmate from when he studied in the county town.

  "Shunzi, sister brought a group of female soldiers for you, how about making me a battalion commander?" Xiu Hua was not tall, but had the robustness of a northern man. In school, he had seen this girl pinching her waist: "I* your mom, having B rice, feeding chickens?"

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