Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe tossed and turned on the kang, thinking about what happened that night made her stomach ache with anger, so she put on her coat and paced around in the yard.

It was the beginning of the month, and the moon was so white and thin that it was almost invisible. The night wind was cool, and the grass and insects were screaming one after another in the pile of rubble. , The earthen wall riddled with holes rustled down.

This kind of weather is the most suitable for a sneak attack, when the enemy is clear and the enemy is dark, Mo Qinghe looks at the Calabash Mountain under the night, and always feels that there is something wrong, and his heart is not at peace.

The little guard fell into a drowsy sleep. He yawned as he walked out, and brought Mo Qinghe a large cup of hot water. Mo Qinghe held it to drink, hot steam sprayed on his face, he shivered, suddenly Opened up.

Damn, is it possible that I'm the only one worried about that stubborn donkey dying?Can he just watch me die?Even if the affection from the past is gone, and the allies who have been with him for many years are in prison, he can't just leave him alone, right?

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he took a mouthful of hot water without noticing it, screamed wildly from the heat, jumped up all of a sudden, gasped for breath, and yelled at the guards: "Go, go and wake me up the whole regiment! Assemble immediately! Let everyone go into battle lightly, climb over the fan cliff overnight, go straight to the rear of the Japanese army, launch an attack before dawn, and catch them by surprise!"

Hearing this whim, the little guard thought that the head of the regiment was also in a daze, and stood still, but Mo Qinghe yelled to himself: "Let the political commissar stay, and we will notify the brigade commander as soon as we set off to ask brothers Team support and support!"

The guard hesitated: "Commander, Fanzi Cliff is a cliff, it's so easy to climb, and it doesn't take us so long to get over it. Besides, we acted without the approval of the brigade headquarters..."

"Go, go! In the future, I will be punished by relegation and confinement, and I will bear it alone!" Mo Qinghe's eyes lit up excitedly.

In the middle of the night, the political commissar was sound asleep when he was suddenly woken up vigorously. His eyes still had gum in the corners of his eyes, and he became anxious when he heard it.

Mo Qinghe didn't even bother to turn over the topographic map, so he sat by the bed and made gestures with his hands. He had memorized the nearby mountain shapes by heart in the past few days, and quickly decided on a strategy. Three concentrated firepower attacked from the flanks, and another team of the most flexible mountain people was sent over the mountain to go straight to the enemy's back, and when they formed a group in the east, the fourth battalion happened to descend from the rear. At this time, the enemy will face the enemy, and as soon as the support from the brigade arrives, all the troops will form a small encirclement circle, and the tens of thousands of Japanese troops on the plain will be like turtles in an urn!

Although this idea is good, it is too difficult to implement in practice. First, there must be no mistakes in the calculation of the time point and the cooperation of various ministries. They are six or seven times the number, and if there is a little needless consumption, the whole army is in danger of being wiped out.

Mo Qinghe pulled the stunned political commissar and pointed to Calabash Mountain in the distance: "Victory does not depend on the number of people, the key is tactics. The terrain of the national army has an absolute advantage. As long as you hear the battle here, it doesn't matter how much ammunition he has left. Cooperate with us on the whole line, there is at least a [-]% chance of winning out of the encirclement!"

"They refused to accept support, so let's force them once, and I don't believe they can hold back!"

"Sixty percent? You are messing around with the lives of all the soldiers!" The political commissar was completely awake at this time, and his face turned pale with fright. Both losers, who is responsible for this loss? Think about the instructions above!"

"We and the national army are now grasshoppers on the same rope. No matter what is yours and mine, neither can escape." Mo Qinghe interrupted him, lifted the quilt, dragged the political commissar out of the bed, hugged him He picked up the trousers and coats piled up beside the bed, threw them one by one on him, and waved his hand: "Shen Peinan is quite conceited. If we really die, he will never squat at home and be a turtle."

"There is something that I haven't reported to the brigade, and it's not nice to say it. Now that I'm almost dead, I don't want to be ashamed. Political commissar, you have to keep it a secret."

He blinked slyly, and when he saw that the political commissar had put on his clothes, he pulled him to the side of the washbasin: "Shen Peinan and I are old friends, he likes rabbits, if I'm really on the battlefield, it doesn't matter if he has it later Xinhuan, with his personality, will have to regret it for a while."

The political commissar was spreading his legs apart, bent over and snoring to wash his face with water, but suddenly stopped, his face was full of water, and he turned his head to look at Mo Qinghe: "Damn it, you didn't say it earlier!"

Mo Qinghe was a little squeamish, wiped the splashed water on her face, and said with a smile: "The conditions in the team are difficult, and we always have to squeeze into a stinky bed. I am afraid that you will be awkward!"

The sound of counting was heard one after another in the yard. The team was well-trained, and the assembly was completed in a short time. The four battalion commanders ran forward in file and stood in the courtyard to report at the top of their voices. Mo Qinghe was dressed in military uniform, full of ambition I walked out, thinking silently in my heart, Shen, can you treat me like a baby and pinch my weakness, and don't let me follow suit and beat me up?

Taking advantage of the darkness, the team set off quickly, and the dark forest provided excellent cover. The first echelon reached the halfway up the mountain, and the Calabash Mountain and the Japanese troops gathered at the foot of the mountain had not moved at all.

The team led by Mo Qinghe was the one with the heaviest task and the most difficult route in the fourth battalion - they had to run all the way, bypassing the Japanese army, and within two hours, climb over a screen of cliffs, and hit the small army from behind. Devil's lair.As early as when he first led the team to station, he had thought about this route with his staff, but the two of them chose to give up by coincidence. Defense, even the Eighth Route Army, who was used to running deep in the mountains and old forests, shook his head again and again.

The night was dark and the mountain roads were dangerous. Mo Qinghe's team was silently shuttling through the mountains like ghosts. Soldiers gradually gathered under the cliffs. It was the darkest time of the long night. Glancing at the time, it was exactly the same.

A screen of tens of thousands of steep cliffs stretches in front of everyone, with overlapping mountains and rocks, grass between the rocks and thin thorns swaying in the night wind with a smell of mud. Thousands of trees, thousands of creatures, and people are all sleeping quietly, and there is silence everywhere, and there is no sign of an imminent war.

Mo Qinghe tried to step on a rock, held on to the rock and climbed up a few steps. Feeling that his feet were solid and not insurmountable, he jumped down and clapped his hands twice, and shouted to the soldiers: "I'll give you half an hour to climb the mountain." , Fuck that little devil to death, and show those KMTs a look!"

The soldiers echoed one after another: "Fuck you little devil!"

The crowd rushed up the rocks like a flood. Most of these warriors came from the countryside and were extremely good at climbing. Their fingers were like iron claws hooking the rocks, and their feet were like plant roots firmly rooted into the barren land. Branches and leaves, cut off the stems at the middle, as long as the mountain wind brings a little soil, and the mountain rain brings a little rain, as long as the roots are still buried in the soil, they can grow and grow unrelentingly.

No one pays much attention to the thorns in the crevices of the rock. If anyone asks, they will say, what is strange, they grow there.

Mo Qinghe practiced kung fu since he was a child, but now he is not the fastest one. His little correspondent, Shuanzi, is as agile as a monkey. He grabbed a protruding rock, jumped up with a swing of his waist, and the gravel rustled. Falling down with a thud, Mo Qinghe followed behind him, eating a belly full of ashes.

Some people reached the top of the cliff first, and more people stood up. The soldiers were like a river overflowing the embankment, slowly occupying the steep earth cliff in the night. The dwarf trees rattled, and soldiers with weapons hid among them, and the camp of the little Japanese devils was not far away.

Everything went according to plan, Mo Qinghe calculated the time and gave everyone an order to prepare to charge.

At this moment, something unexpected happened suddenly.

It is the Calabash Mountain where the national army lives. From the position of the earth cliff, the situation at the southern foot of the Calabash Mountain is clear. Only a few muffled rumbles of cannons are heard, and the mountain forest is lit up with dots of fire, and then a gray sky rises. smoke.The night was pitch black, but the starlight was exceptionally clear. Holding up the binoculars, Mo Qinghe saw subtle movements in the depths of the woods. He frowned and turned to Shuanzi and asked, "Who is firing at them?"

Shuan Zi was also puzzled and scratched his head: "It must not be a devil, the devil is still asleep down there."

Mo Qinghe's hand stopped, telling everyone not to move, then raised the binoculars, watched carefully for a while, and saw that tree shadows began to appear everywhere in the mountain forest, as if torrents were rushing, gathering from all directions, rushing down the hill !

"Why did you start before us? Could it be that the political commissar sent someone to deliver the letter?" Mo Qinghe was full of doubts, and cursed secretly: "This stubborn donkey, I planned it well, this time it's all messed up!"

After saying this, he suddenly understood. He only felt that his chest was hit hard by a heavy stone, and the muscles all over his body suddenly tensed up. He couldn't help gasping: "No, no!"

He put down the binoculars, and his voice trembled: "Look at the direction of the shells, it's him, and he is ordering to fire at his troops!"

When Xiao Shuanzi was reminded by him, he was already dumbfounded. Mo Qinghe grabbed a short tree beside him and whispered: "I remember, he said before that there was a foreign general who, in the last battle, fought for Aroused the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and did not hesitate to pretend to be the enemy to bombard our own troops! No wonder, no wonder this old bastard insisted on driving us away, and he planned to kill himself with Little Japan!"

The commander of the Fourth Battalion, with his rifle on his back, ran to his side, looking anxious: "Commander, what shall we do now?"

"Attack immediately!" Mo Qinghe's brows were furrowed into a pimple, and his eyes were shining with determination. He emerged from the bushes and ordered sharply: "Cooperate with the national army and attack with all your strength!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up a grenade, swung his arms round and threw it down with all his strength, only to hear a bang, the grenade exploded on the edge of the Japanese barracks, and the battle officially started.

Mo Qinghe has participated in countless battles, large and small, and never has one been more critical and tragic than the present one. He personally led the troops to rush down from the earth cliff, and the grenades were thrown at the Japanese positions like a torrential rain. The devil ran out with his trousers in his hands, yelling and twitching, and was swept to the ground row by row by the machine guns. The bayonets shone with a creepy cold light in the night, and stray bullets swished everywhere, and sulfur burst into the nose. The smell made people cry, shells exploded around, and the scalding air blasted people several meters high.

The sound of the rumbling artillery and the fighting of the soldiers were mixed together. Everyone was struggling on the death line, and everyone's eyes were red from killing. How many Eighth Route Army, let alone command and strategy, the hillside is full of people, enemies, comrades-in-arms, dead and living.

Mo Qinghe and the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion used a corner of the collapsed barracks as a cover, and pushed forward through thick smoke and dust. He couldn't open his eyes at all. Kneeling down, he crawled over and glanced at the other party's military rank, it turned out to be an assistant officer.

There was another deafening blast, and Xiao Shuanzi ran past with his rifle on his shoulders, yelled and fell down, and flew to throw Mo Qinghe to the ground. The two of them hugged their heads, and the hot sand and gravel crashed down. , Mo Qinghe groped and got up, only to see a bloody broken foot wearing military boots on the ground, he was so frightened that he hurriedly fumbled around, and then touched the hot liquid.

He yelled hoarsely: "Shunzi, Shuanzi!"

Xiao Shuanzi got up coughing, his forehead was full of blood, he touched it, looked into the palm of his hand, he was so frightened, he was about to cry, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Why doesn't it hurt?"

"Hey, it's not my blood! I'm fine!" He yelled at Mo Qinghe, crawled forward in the thick smoke, and turned around: "Leader, it's too dangerous, you retreat!"

Mo Qinghe got up on her knees: "Get out!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed a mouthful of sand-filled saliva, felt a strong smell of blood in his throat, remembered that he had bitten his teeth when he lay down, and licked it with his tongue, trembling with pain, he curled up Behind an old tree, poked his head out, shot a devil in front of him, and turned around and shouted: "Come on!"

Group after group of soldiers stormed forward from the heights of the earth cliff. There were as many as 1000 soldiers in total. There are fewer and fewer soldiers, surrounded by soldiers in gray cotton uniforms, forming a raging tide, rushing towards the forefront of the battle!

Mo Qinghe led a small team to push forward with difficulty. He had never been so anxious to know the situation ahead as he is now. He was covered in blood and sweat, and his eyes were pricked like needles. Then he realized that all senses It didn't work in the hot gunpowder, he snorted like a fierce horse, threw a grenade, and cursed over and over in his heart: "Damn, stubborn donkey, you killed me!"

"If you win this battle, I will drink you, if you lose..." Mo Qinghe grabbed the dirt with his fingers, kicked his legs and crawled forward, gnashing his teeth and scolding: "I'm a fucking ghost and I won't let you go!" !"

At this time, on the half-hillside of Hulu Mountain opposite, Shen Peinan's command post had been blown up. It was the basket of grenades that Mo Qinghe sent yesterday. There are countless documents, intelligence and military information, he made up his mind to fight to the death, either break through the siege, or kill himself!

Just as the front-line gunfire was raging, Sun Jicheng's face was covered in soot, and he scrambled all the way back: "Report!"

Shen Peinan put the binoculars and grabbed him: "What's going on?"

Sun Jicheng was sweating profusely: "The rear of the little devil is fighting, it seems that a team of Eighth Route has climbed over the cliff at night and is rushing forward!"

"As soon as the fight started, about two regiments of the Eighth Route appeared on the right side of the devil, faster than us. As soon as our first shell exploded, the front, back, left, and right were all smashed into a pot of porridge! The little devil is suffocating in the middle, and he is about to be killed. Let's make dumplings!" Sun Jicheng's eardrums were buzzing from the shells, and he yelled louder and louder unconsciously.

Shen Peinan was hiding in a trench, his fists were clenched and the veins on his forehead burst out, and he cursed: "It's that Mo Shaoxuan again! Why would I be disobedient if I told him to go away! If I had known, I would have killed him yesterday!" He's dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and a bomb exploded not far away. The two hurriedly retreated into the trench to avoid the artillery. At that moment, both of them were ashamed, and only their eyes were shining. Shen Peinan spat out the sand: "Keep firing and avoid those gangsters!"

Sun Jicheng resoundingly agreed: "Yes!"

With a gun on his back, he stretched his arms and turned out of the trench to leave, but was pulled back again. Shen Peinan grabbed his arm and stared at him fiercely: "There is a cliff behind the devil, and there is no way to retreat. Attack to attract firepower, get that brat back for me, he wants to live!"

The battle lasted for a whole day and night, and in the early hours of the next day, the sound of artillery fire finally showed signs of silence.

The east is pale, and a ray of golden dawn is getting wider and wider. The sun jumps out of the horizon, and the sky is getting brighter.

On a mountain flat at the southern foot of Hulu Mountain, Mo Qinghe was holding a gun and sitting with his back against a big tree. The severe pain in his whole body made him unable to move even a single step. He hadn’t had any water for 24 hours and continued to fight at high intensity. He was almost dead. Breaking through the limit of his body, around him, a group of soldiers in gray military uniforms were lying on the ground in disorder. The sun shone on their faces covered with thick dust. Some people moved their fingers with difficulty to show that they were still alive.

The moment they climbed the cliff, it meant that they had given up all retreat, and fought fiercely all day and night. With the determination to die, they broke through the enemy's rear all the way, killed a bloody road, and finally joined the Kuomintang army on the front line smoothly. .

Within 24 hours, they quickly marched over the mountains, climbed over the cliffs, and tore through the enemy's rear defenses. More than 1000 soldiers lost four-fifths of their personnel, and the casualties were unprecedented. The enemy's position was completely disrupted. Through the coordinated operations of various teams, more than half of the large Japanese army in the Huju Plain suffered casualties, and the rest were also dismantled, and it was temporarily impossible to make a comeback.

At this point, however, it was far from a victory.

With twice the strength of the national army, the Japanese army suppressed their firepower in the second half of the battle. The ammunition of the national army could not keep up.

To make matters worse, food reserves will not last long.

The back of Mo Qinghe's head was resting on the rough tree trunk, and he felt the morning sun passing through the leaves, casting mottled spots on his face and body. His hands and feet were warm, and he moved his lips with all his strength, and called: "Xiao Shuan son?"

Someone agreed as thinly as a mosquito: "Hey."

Among the sleeping crowd, someone hummed and called again: "Captain Mo?"

It was the voice of the Fourth Battalion Commander. Mo Qinghe closed her eyes, nodded, and hummed, "I'm not dead yet."

Then everyone lay their bodies on their backs, they were so tired.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps from the other side of the grass, and as they got closer, the leader shouted loudly: "Mo Shaoxuan, get out of here if you're not dead!"

Mo Qinghe's soul flew into the sky, and was awakened by the familiar voice. She turned her face slightly, opened her eyes a little, and watched Shen Peinan leading several national army officers striding towards this side.His mind became clear in an instant, as if he had been electrified, his whole body was filled with strength, and he turned over to meet him like a cannonball. Falling ash.

Shen Peinan glared at him angrily, his previous composure was gone, looking down at Mo Qinghe's distressed look, he suddenly raised his hand, without saying a word, Mou slapped him with all his strength.

Mo Qinghe grinned her teeth in pain, jumped up suddenly, raised her hand and drew it back, there was a crisp snap, both of them covered half of their cheeks, looking at each other with puffed cheeks like toads, their eyes glistening with anger .

Then they hugged each other, Mo Qinghe leaned on Shen Peinan's shoulder, the bridge of her nose pressed against his profile, feeling an indescribable warmth, Shen Peinan hugged him tightly, and sighed contentedly.

The morning sun was shining warmly, and they were immersed in the warmth of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe. For the first time, they had the same opinion: no matter what the war is, it will be tomorrow.