Costume Mountains and Rivers

The order from the division headquarters came sooner than expected. Mo Qinghe returned to the residence and hurriedly said sorry to the girl who was still waiting at the dinner table. The instructions from above came before the things were tidied up.

That night, the [-]st Regiment led by Mo Qinghe quickly returned to the team, united with the other two regiments of the same brigade, a total of more than [-] people, and crossed the Shanxi-Shanxi dividing line overnight.

The team marched in a hurry, with almost no rest time along the way. Even eating, they grabbed handfuls of fried rice in their mouths and kept walking. When they reached the mountain forest in southern Shanxi where Shen Peinan's army was trapped, they had already joined the tenth division of the Japanese army. The confrontation lasted for a full nine days. At this time, the Chinese soldiers were exhausted, and food and ammunition were increasingly scarce. However, the Japanese army on the south slope had no intention of retreating.

Mo Qinghe's team was stationed on a high ground ten miles away. After half a day of investigation, he found that the situation was far more critical than he had imagined.

This undulating wild mountain is called Gourd Mountain by the local people. It has dense vegetation and the mountain is not high. Viewed from the side, the main peak at the foot of the mountain looks like a single-bellied gourd with its mouth facing south and buttocks facing north. The southern slope is low. It is gentle, but the east, west and north sides are extremely steep, and the northern foot is simply a screen of cliffs that go straight up and down, and it is impossible to pass through.At this moment, the national army led by Shen Peinan retreated to the mountain, and was completely cut off from the outside world by a large number of Japanese troops squatting on the south slope.

This terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Japanese army does not have the advantage. Before the arrival of the Communist army, they have launched four assaults, but they were all repelled by the national army, and the losses were heavy.Even so, the Japanese army still gathered on the southern slope, twice as many as the soldiers of the national army, and a large number of people were on the way.

Everyone knows very well that the war situation in Japan in recent years has been too great, and the military expenditure has long been in a hurry. Seeing the more than 2 national troops and a large number of American equipment in the mountains, it is like a fly seeing meat, drooling greedily, so hold on Without the determination to besiege the city to the end, he did not hesitate to use the tactics of killing fish and killing nets, even if he couldn't rush up, he would starve them to death in the mountains.

However, at this moment, the national army in the mountains is also difficult to sustain. The distress signal has been sent for several days without any movement. The nearest national army troops are all Jinsui warlords of Yan Xishan. There have always been many contradictions. Judging from the intelligence intercepted by Yan'an, they had already received the signal for help and the reinforcement order from Lao Jiang, but they hid dozens of kilometers away to watch the excitement, and they had no intention of moving forward.

Mo Qinghe led his military staff to climb up a hill, under the cover of the bushes, stepped on a protruding rock, and held up the binoculars to watch the movement on the opposite hillside.

It was Lixia, and the mountains on the opposite side were covered with dense vegetation, and the sweet smell of grass reverberated around, and summer insects were faintly buzzing and flapping their wings.Everything is as usual, the national army repelled a surprise attack by the Japanese last night, both sides are currently resting, the weather is warm and the mountains and forests are quiet.

Using the binoculars, I vaguely saw a corner of the temporary headquarters of the national army, which was built in a valley where shells and stray bullets could not hit. Mo Qinghe pointed in that direction, handed the binoculars to the strategic staff next to him, and said with a smile: An army, hiding in the mountains, unable to go down the mountain in the north, surrounded by Japanese devils in the south, the reinforcements sent to him by Lao Jiang are waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman, I can guarantee that Shen Peinan has never been so miserable in his life."

He was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and bit off the straw to suck the grass juice. The sun was warming him, and he was in a very happy mood. When he spoke, the half of the straw swayed: "This group of national soldiers Uncle usually guards against us like thieves, for fear of being robbed of credit, you see, at this critical moment, our Eighth Route Army has a conscience!"

Mo Qinghe glanced at the staff officer, and said cheerfully, "Do you know what it's called? It's called a friend in need!"

His military staff officer, surnamed Zhang, has been with him on the battlefield for several years, and they cooperated quite tacitly. He took off the binoculars and said, "I'm afraid Commander Shen is not very appreciative. Otherwise, when our people approach, their artillery company is in a hurry." It’s been three days since the fire started.”

"Using a villain to rule the belly of a gentleman, can we covet his little equipment and territory?" Mo Qinghe had a branch hanging above his head. He pulled the branch over, grabbed a handful of leaves, and rubbed them in the palm of his hand. He rubbed the green juice from his palm against the tree trunk again, and said, "Don't tell me, I saw those German-made large-caliber howitzers they bought yesterday, they are really good! If they starve them for a few more days, maybe they will take the initiative to give us a bite." !"

He watched the terrain for a while. Seeing that nothing happened, he got out of the bushes, waved to Staff Officer Zhang, and returned to the camp along the same road. There were many bees and mosquitoes in the mountain. After a bend, a gunshot suddenly came from the valley behind him. The empty mountain was silent, and the gunshot was particularly crisp.

Mo Qinghe stopped in her tracks and looked back, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

He thought in his heart that the situation was terrible. If the national army refused to accept their support and insisted on spending it with the Japanese army, and let the troops on his side contain the large Japanese army in the plain alone, they would definitely die. It turned into a bitter fight with little chance of winning.

Seeing that he was not leaving, Staff Zhang turned around and asked, "Shall we go back?"

Mo Qinghe regained his composure, and immediately restored his smile: "Go back, go back to eat first, when I came out, I saw the cooking team steaming sweet potato noodles and pancakes, they are probably ready by now."

After these few days of squatting, Mo Qinghe figured out the pattern of the Japanese's actions. He knew that they were afraid of Shen Peinan's reputation and planned to drag down the national army in the mountains. They would not launch a large-scale war in the next few days, so they also Not too impatient, I talked on the phone with the other two regiment leaders who cooperated in the battle, called the staff officer and the political commissar, sat on a small wooden bench, held an enamel jar in hand, drank rice porridge in a hurry, and shared a large piece of sweet potato noodle pancake with each of them. Eat lunch with pickles while discussing the war situation.

The accident happened at this time. The three of them were discussing the confrontation with another Kuomintang army some time ago. A group of flexible guerrillas made the other officer's beard and stare angry. The three laughed loudly. Laughing, I only heard a rumbling cannon from the distant mountains, followed by machine guns firing, and occasionally one or two sharp whistles of rifle bullets, like a heavy rainstorm, smashing down on the head and face!

Mo Qinghe's face changed drastically, and she shouted: "What's going on!" Throwing the bread and running outside, before taking two steps, there was another deafening explosion, and the straw shed used as the headquarters collapsed immediately , Sand, dust and rocks fell down, and Staff Officer Zhang's tone changed: "Get down!"

Everyone lay down with their heads in their arms, and the ground was shaken by the blast. The gravel and dirt were lifted into the air by the airflow of the bomb, and they hit people's heads and shoulders one by one, choking people to cough, and the soup became rice. The plates and dishes were all covered with sand.After a while, Mo Qinghe crawled out from under the table and shook off the thick sand on her body. She felt that she could not hear in both ears, and there was a rumble in her head. She held the table with one hand, poked her head out, and spoke like Shout out: "Damn, is the investigator dead! Hit him as you say!"

The little guard ran in with his head in his hands, disheveled, and shouted: "Report to the regiment commander, it's the shells from the Kuomintang!"

Mo Qinghe coughed hard, spat out the sand that had choked into her mouth, and said: "They are full, why are they beating our headquarters?"

"It's not coming at us, it seems to miss!" The little guard was also stunned, his collar was filled with sand, "The devils are rushing from the east foot to Calabash Mountain, there are thousands of people, This time it's for real!"

There was a buzzing in Mo Qinghe's ears, but it wasn't because of the bomb just now. He turned over and ran out, only to see that the camp was also in chaos, and the soldiers who were disturbed by the sound of the guns were running around. A few hurried whistles sounded, and the soldiers quickly found the organization based on the squad, and stood in a queue, and the sound of neat footsteps shook the ground to the ground. When Mo Qinghe walked into the yard, all four The battalion commanders led their respective teams and had already assembled.

The sound of gunfire on the opposite hillside was endless. Seeing that there were no casualties, Mo Qinghe trained a few words, waved everyone to dismiss, bowed her head and walked back, but the strings in her heart suddenly tightened.

This attack was different from any previous one. Since his team was stationed here, the Japanese army had been cautiously probing the situation of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. Why are they like this? The situation on Shen Peinan's side is indeed dangerous!

The thatched shed has been rebuilt by the guard company, the roof was too late to repair, and several big holes were exposed. Mo Qinghe stepped in and saw Staff Officer Zhang holding the phone and yelling, the line is not good during the war, Mo Qinghe After listening to him feeding for a long time, he was so anxious that he snatched the phone, hung up and started dialing again. Finally, he got in touch with the brigade commander and the other two regiment leaders. Go around the house in circles.

Staff Officer Zhang lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked him tentatively, "How is it?"

Mo Qinghe shook his head: "Just like our side, the national army on the mountain doesn't let people approach at all, and they don't cooperate at all. As soon as our people pass by, they are beaten by them as devils, and the telegrams are not returned. All the correspondents sent out was driven back."

"Where is the Jinsui Army..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Qinghe continued to shake his head and said, "There is no movement, and I'm still nestling in Lu's village as a coward."

Then he scolded again: "What kind of local army, the Central Army, can't even command its own army at critical moments. Damn it, what kind of battle does Lao Jiang fight!"

He walked to the window worriedly, raised his binoculars to check the battle situation on the opposite hillside, and saw black clouds of smoke rising from the bushes, vaguely someone was moving quickly among the mountains, the Japanese soldiers wearing bastard helmets, using the cover of rocks, went little by little Push forward with difficulty, the speed is getting slower and slower, and there is a tendency to retreat.On the surface, the national army occupies the favorable terrain of the high ground, but Mo Qinghe can see the clue at a glance. The artillery fire of the national army has weakened significantly compared to a few days ago, probably because there has been a gap in the ammunition reserve.

Officer Zhang also walked up to Mo Qinghe, holding the cigarette in his hand, and suddenly there was another cannon shot very close at hand, earth and rocks leaked from the hole in the roof of the thatched shed, and the sand rolled up by the air wave crashed like rain After falling in, he sneezed, took off his hat and shook the dirt on it, and sighed: "No, they won't last long if this goes on."

He walked to the table, brushed away the dust on the table, spread out a map, studied it carefully for a while, and said: "We can send troops to bypass the Japanese army overnight and make a sneak attack from behind. As long as the national army is willing to cooperate, we will be able to attack from both sides. Hit the little devil by surprise!"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Mo Qinghe, wanting to hear his opinion. In his heart, this overly handsome, even beautiful head of the regiment had always been calm and optimistic. The more he was in danger, the more he could He came up with some weird ideas that made people laugh and cry, but at this moment, Mo Qinghe was not the one he knew at all, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who was anxious to get angry suddenly, and couldn't even blink his eyes. He stared unblinkingly at the opposite hill, his lips were drawn into a line, the wings of his nose were enlarged, and the muscles of his whole body were tense like sharp arrows on a bowstring.

Staff Officer Zhang was infected by his nervousness, and called out: "Or...we should continue to wait and see?"

Mo Qinghe clenched his fists and smashed them against the pillars of the shed, making gravel like rain, but he didn't seem to notice it, his thick eyelashes trembled, and he widened his black eyes , blurted out: "Wait and see!"

Then he suddenly jumped up, cursing a series of curses: "Fucking surnamed Shen, he has still had that bad temper for so many years, and he hasn't changed at all. Is this the time for civil war? The older you get, the more stubborn you become, stronger than a cow, stronger than a donkey Damn, it's worse than a donkey!"

The staff officer was dumbfounded by this string of words, hesitantly said: "Commander...do you know Shen Peinan?"

Mo Qinghe didn't listen to what he was saying at all, stomped her feet vigorously, and said: "This time the little devil is about to retreat, it's useless for us to go up, call the messenger and tell him, I want to negotiate with the surname Shen personally!"

He kicked violently on the pillar. The shed collapsed once, and it was not very stable. After being kicked with all its strength, it wobbled and almost fell over again. The wooden pillar could not bear the strength, and made a heavy creak moan.

"Correspondent!" He yelled, and a soldier rushed into the shed with a standard running posture, stood still, and promised loudly, Mo Qinghe looked him up and down, and took out a box of grenades from under the table, one by one. Put it into the correspondent's arms, and categorically ordered: "Immediately go to Calabash Mountain and say that Mo Qinghe is visiting tonight, and ask their Shenjun seat to make tea and wait. If you dare not receive me, I will blow up their commander department!"

The correspondent was holding a heavy black grenade in his arms, feeling confused. He looked at the furious Commander Mo, and at the bewildered Staff Officer Zhang, and whispered: "Yes."

Then he hesitated for a moment, and asked back: "Mo...Qinghe? Head, isn't your name..."

Mo Qinghe put the box back under the table, finally recovered a little calm, and sighed: "It's a long story."

After finishing speaking, he put his foot on the correspondent's ass: "Go!"

The author has something to say: Regarding Shen Shizuo's military rank, please listen to the next chapter.