Chapter Forty-Four Shocking Heaven

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  The 3rd Battalion of the 3rd Regiment was responsible for defending the Shiguzi River. The battalion commander, Feng Guan, and political commissar Liu Hui-feng heard that a Japanese devil had come over with his hands up, asking if they would shoot or not.

  Liu Hui-feng was delighted upon hearing this, "This little devil wants to surrender, no need to fight anymore. Let him come over." Someone went to invite Mr. Cheng over. Mr. Cheng was the most renowned scholar in Wei County, Cheng Xiu-zhen, who claimed to be a descendant of Song Dynasty scholars Cheng Yi and Cheng Hao, had studied in Japan, and after returning to China, did scholarly work in Beiping. After Beiping fell, he returned to his hometown to avoid the war, and was invited by Liu Hui-feng to serve as a military advisor.

  Feng Guan was a staunch supporter of Yang Jue not being taken captive. He gave a signal to the guard standing next to him, and the guard immediately understood. With difficulty, he looked at Feng Guan and then turned his head and left. Soon after, a gunshot was heard. When the guard came in, he saw the dark face of the political commissar and hastily ran out.

  The guard was a man of iron will, secretly hiding in the trench, looking at the sniper next to him and saying, "Brother, let me take this shot, okay? I hate those little devils the most. Please, brother!"

  The sniper turned around and said, "If you want to fight, go find the special forces team, their snipers are all equipped with scopes, that's the real deal! Mine doesn't work."

  The guard exclaimed with joy: "Really? Good, I'll go right away!"

  Looking at the fleeing guard, the sniper sneered: "Fake. Those people, they love their guns more than their wives, can lend it to you? Don't be ridiculous!"

  But the guard had his own way, sending out Feng Guan's two bottles of wine, and finally got the opportunity to cheer up. The sniper of the special forces smiled and said: "If you like it, come to the special forces too. I think you're a good material!"

  "Really? Alright, you said it! I'll go find the squad leader right away! No, wait till I finish off this devil!"

  "Bang!" Another devil was shot dead, holding a white flag in his hand.

  The devils are really persistent, and soon someone else comes over with a raised hand. If Liu Hui Feng hadn't come out quickly, he would have been shot dead by the sniper again. Liu Hui Feng of course knew it was Yang Wei's order, but he is a supporter of Chen Zhi Hao, and adheres to our party's policies.

  Liu Hui Feng glared at the guard, but found that he actually stared back at him fiercely, showing no weakness. Liu was furious and didn't want to return to headquarters, only to hear the guard asking the captain to join the special forces unit. He had no idea that the guard had been duped by a sniper from the special forces team.

  When the devils proposed to send Yano's body back to Japan, Liu Hui also froze. He looked at Feng Guan and saw that he was facing away from himself, looking out at the sky. Knowing that he disagreed, but this request is not excessive, however, Yang Guang's policy of not leaving prisoners has been widely accepted and implemented in the guerrilla troops, not only because Yang Guang is the highest commander, but also because of the extremely bloody massacre by the devils, which made all the guerrilla members grit their teeth.

  Liu Hui-feng looked at Feng Guan helplessly, and had to pick up the phone himself to ask Yang Jie for instructions. Yang Jie's response was very quick, "Okay. Allow the devils to surrender, they can send Yajima's body back to Japan, but it must wait until the end of the war." From his tone, Liu Hui-feng knew that Yang Jie was not very happy, and didn't dare say anything else, hung up the phone, told Mr. Cheng, and translated it for the Japanese representative.

  Ishii listened to the report, gazing into the distance. His mind was not only filled with uncertainty about the end of the war, but he also clearly understood what the Empire's national policy was. Of course, he even more clearly understood what the other side meant by their words - it would be at the cost of the Empire's defeat. The outcome was unknown to anyone, but why did a small guerrilla team have such broad-mindedness and far-sighted wisdom?

  There are raindrops falling, very subtle, but the autumn drizzle has brought a hint of coolness. I don't know where the road ahead will be, what kind of days the war prisoners will have, everything is full of uncertainty. Order the soldiers to bury General Yajima's body properly in front of this large tomb, as a comfort to the general's soul.

  "When the war is over, I will take you back to your homeland." General, rest in peace. Ishii Masakazu silently mourned in his heart, slowly placing a handful of grass on top of Yano's grave, and turned to leave. Behind him were soldiers saluting the general one after another, and warriors quietly laying down their arms, following Ishii Masakazu's footsteps towards the enemy's position. Liu Hui Feng ordered his men to lock up these prisoners of war and instructed them not to mistreat the captives. But a sentence from Feng Guan made him speechless with anger: "If those little devils dare to play tricks, you guys just beat them to death. If there's any problem, I'll take responsibility." Liu Hui Feng knew that even if he didn't take responsibility, Yang Jie would also resolve the issue without a hitch. However, this was good too - the remaining little devils wouldn't be obedient otherwise.

  The joy of sweeping the battlefield hung on every soldier's face, after all, their own cost was very small, and some troops didn't even have a chance to participate in the battle, they just acted as bystanders. Some disgruntled regimental commanders demanded that the brigade commander must be fair, but were found out by Yang Jie, who immediately ordered all regiments that hadn't participated in the battle to rush to the line from Wei County west to Datong to intercept the advancing Ogawa unit.

  Xiao Ming reported this great victory to Chairman Mao in a descriptive manner without consulting with others. To know, the Pingxingguan campaign only eliminated more than 1,000 devils, and it was just the devil's transportation team. This time, however, it was the devil's regular field army, a division of more than 6,000 people, not letting one person escape. And their own casualties were less than 200 people?

  Chairman Mao held the telegram, reading it over and over again, deep in thought. "Go, ask Lao Zong to come." Lao Zong had returned from the front line yesterday and would be leaving again in a few days.

  Although it was already dusk, the old general still wore a single layer of clothing, with wrinkles all over his broad forehead. When Chairman Mao handed him the telegram, he said with concern, "Old General, it's getting cold, you should wear more clothes."

  "It's all right. We can still hold on. The soldiers haven't even added their clothes yet." The old general said, finishing reading the telegram and gently putting it back in the chairman's hand, "Your meaning is..."

  The old general knew that the chairman had some ideas, and after a slight hesitation, he said, "My victory at Pingxingguan was just the annihilation of a large enemy detachment, but this time it's an entire division. It's really hard to believe. However, Chairman, who has the audacity to falsely report military achievements? Judging from the situation, their troops may be better equipped than my regular army."

  The chairman looked up at the old jujube tree in the courtyard, its strange branches swaying in the autumn wind, stubbornly resisting the invasion of the autumn wind. No one expected that just a few days later, Japanese planes would fly over Yan'an, and everything here would rewrite its own destiny. The Central Committee also moved to the Wangjiaping area to command the national anti-Japanese war.

  The night grew darker, but the chairman's house still shone with a faint yellow light. This light seemed to be the profound and far-sighted gaze of a great man, gazing out at the vast expanse of the dark sky.

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