On June 6, 1946, on a sunny morning, the sun shone on the streets of Jiangzao Town (now Jiangzao Town, Tongzhou District, Nantong City), and everything seemed so quiet and serene. In the barber shop on Jianshe Street in the east of the town, Jiang Da, the head of the democratic government of Juemin Township, is leisurely sitting on a stool around a white coat, ready to enjoy this rare leisure time. The barber is holding scissors and a comb and is getting ready to start his work.
Suddenly, a jumble of gunfire shattered the tranquil atmosphere. Jiang Da raised his head suddenly, a trace of nervousness flashing in his eyes. He quickly tore off his white coat, walked quickly to the door of the shop, raised his hand to open the indigo cotton curtain, and looked out. I saw that the pedestrians on the street were frightened by the sudden gunshots and ran in all directions, and the originally bustling street instantly became empty, and even half of the figure could not be found.
Jiang Da sighed in his heart, and said secretly: "It's not good, the enemy is coming!" He listened to the approaching gunshot, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart. He knew what the sudden gunfire meant. The enemy's attack has thrown the otherwise peaceful life into chaos again.
Before the liberation, the land of China was full of war and chaos. The local liberated areas and the enemy's strongholds and control areas are intertwined like dogs' teeth, and the situation is extremely complicated. The Kuomintang troops often took advantage of the relatively weak strength in the liberated areas to carry out sudden attacks and harassment in an attempt to create chaos and destruction.
On this day, a Kuomintang army in Nantong City took advantage of the night to send a regiment (more than 1,000 people) to quietly march towards Jiangzao Town. They had a clear goal and acted quickly, and wanted to take advantage of the dispersion of the forces in the liberated areas to launch a surprise attack.
The residents of Jiangzao Town have long been accustomed to the baptism of war, and they have prepared for defense early, but in the face of the enemy's strength of more than 1,000 people, our defense force still seems quite empty. The soldiers of the Kuomintang army pounced on the liberated areas like hungry wolves. They burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil, bringing great destruction and panic to the liberated areas.
After learning about the enemy's situation, Jiang Da immediately walked out of the barbershop. He looked around for a moment to make sure no one was following him, and then walked towards the nearby Shen Xiaokang Teahouse. Zhao Qiaofeng, the proprietress of this teahouse, is an old acquaintance with him and a reliable connector for him in this city.
Jiang Da walked to the door of the teahouse and knocked lightly. When Zhao Qiaofeng heard the knock on the door, she immediately walked to the door vigilantly and looked out through the crack in the door. She recognized Jiang Da at a glance, so she quickly opened the door and let him enter the house to hide.
Zhao Qiaofeng led Jiang Da to a remote corner of the teahouse, and then asked him in a low voice what had happened. Jiang Da briefly told her about the enemy and his need to take refuge here. After Zhao Qiaofeng heard this, he immediately said that he would do his best to help Jiang Da.
In order to make Jiang Da safer, Zhao Qiaofeng hurriedly changed him into her husband's clothes to make him look more ordinary. She also whispered to Jiang Da that if the enemy came to search later, she would insist that the two of them were husband and wife. After hearing this, Jiang Da nodded gratefully.
It didn't take long for a large number of enemies to suddenly appear on the streets, and like a pack of hungry wolves, they went from house to house searching for the local revolutionary cadres and masses. Jiang Da and Zhao Qiaofeng hid nervously, their hearts full of uneasiness. In order not to be discovered by the enemy, Jiang Da disguised himself as a teahouse owner according to Zhao Qiaofeng's explanation, trying to make himself look like an ordinary person.
When the Kuomintang soldiers came to the teahouse, Jiang Da secretly prayed in his heart that they would believe in him. He tried to keep his composure, and circled with the soldiers who came to search. He tried to hide his inner tension with a smooth tone and a natural expression =. However, he still underestimated the cunning of the enemy.
The Kuomintang soldiers on the opposite side looked at Jiang Da carefully, as if looking for some flaw. Suddenly, he jerked up Jiang Da's right hand and observed it carefully. Jiang Da's heart sank suddenly, he knew that he had been exposed. Sure enough, after watching it for a while, the soldier suddenly cried out with an "oops" and a sly smile appeared on his face.
Jiang Da was a battle-hardened man who held a gun for many years, and his palms were covered with hard calluses, which was a testimony to his many years of combat career. These calluses are like scars on his palms, telling of his hardships and tenacity.
However, these calluses became his flaws. In that dimly lit teahouse, he inadvertently exposed this flaw, which was keenly noticed by a Kuomintang soldier. The soldier immediately became alert, and he grabbed Jiang Da.
"Hand over your guns and ammunition!" the soldier asked viciously. His voice echoed through the teahouse, making everyone nervous.
Jiang Da knew that he couldn't get out at this moment. He knew that his identity had been exposed, and he had to respond quickly to the Kuomintang soldiers in front of him. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, trying to make his voice sound calm and scared.
"I ...... I'll hand it over, I'll hand ......it over," Jiang Da said, pretending to be scared. He knew he couldn't fight hard, he could only outwit.
So, he led the Kuomintang soldiers out of the teahouse and along the main street. His heart was full of tension and fear, but he knew that he had to remain calm in order to deal with the next crisis.
Jiang Da walked while calculating countermeasures in his heart. He knew that he had to find a suitable opportunity to get out of the entanglement of these soldiers. At the same time, he is also secretly observing his surroundings, looking for possible helpers or escape routes.
Jiang Da led everyone to East Street. Jiang Da's heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He was very familiar with the area, and every street corner and alley was deeply imprinted in his mind. The twists and turns here are like a fish in water for escape.
Jiang Da secretly glanced at the enemy behind him, and several Kuomintang soldiers followed closely behind him, with a victor's smile on their faces, as if they had seen the scene of Jiang Da being captured. Jiang Da knew that he had to find a chance to escape here, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, Jiang Da bent down sharply and quickly picked up a bamboo flat pole from the stall next to him. Taking advantage of the moment before the enemy could react, he turned sharply and smashed the flat pole horizontally at the enemy behind him with all his strength. Only a "bang" was heard, and several enemy soldiers in front of them fell to the ground in embarrassment like a boat overturned by a huge wave.
The enemy was caught off guard by the sudden attack, and they struggled to get up, but Jiang Da had already quickly dodged and hid under the roll shed of Sun Hengtai's tea shop in front. He hid there, cautiously observing the situation outside, waiting for a chance to escape.
"Catch him!" the Kuomintang soldiers shouted angrily, beckoning nearby enemies to come and round up Chiang Da, while taking off their spears and shooting wildly at Chiang Da's hiding place.
Jiang Da's movements were swift and decisive. He jerked over the heavy table of eight immortals, and with the sound of screeching sawdust cutting through the air, the table toppled over instantly, slamming on the floor with a loud thud. At this moment, the other party's bullets whistled past, and the bullets that were originally fired at Jiang Da were cleverly blocked by the table.
He took advantage of this opportunity to quickly throw a sharp domino stool towards the opposite side. The stool arced sharply in the air, and with the screams of the enemy, the stool slammed precisely into the body of a soldier who held his head in pain and bent over.
Jiang Da saw this opportunity and rushed into the hall of the Hengtai store like a bolt of lightning. His heart beat like a frantic drumbeat, and every beat reminded him that he had to get out of here as soon as possible. In his memory, there was a back door at the back of Hengtai's store, which was a shortcut to the back streets and alleys, and the best route for him to escape.
However, as he ran to the back door and pulled the door with hope, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The back door was firmly held in place by the latch, and he shook it vigorously, but the door did not move. At this moment, Jiang Da's heart swelled with an ominous premonition.
At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps of the enemy was heard, and those footsteps were like the beat of a drum, getting closer and closer. The shouts of the Kuomintang soldiers came and went, and it was clear that they had discovered Chiang's traces and were gathering more troops to round him up.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the next room. Jiang Da's heart tightened suddenly, he quickly turned around, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old child running out of the house. The child was the shopkeeper's son named Sun Lifang. He looked a little thin, but there was a wit and bravery in his eyes.
Sun Lifang ran to Jiang Da, gasped and said, "Uncle, can't you open the door?" Jiang Da nodded, and a surge of hope surged in his heart. Seeing this, Sun Lifang immediately took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, quickly found a suitable one among them, and then handed it to Jiang Da and said, "This is the key to the back door, you try it." ”
Jiang Da took the key, grateful in his heart. He quickly inserted the key into the door lock, and with a slight twist, the door opened. He glanced back at Sun Lifang, his eyes full of gratitude and respect. But at this moment, Jiang Da didn't have much time to express his gratitude, he immediately rushed out the back door and hurried in the direction of the back street.
At this time, in the back streets, the shadows of the enemy were swaying around, like hungry wolves, looking for Jiang Da. Jiang Da knew that he had to find a place to hide. Just then, he saw a latrine in front of him. Although the smell there was unbearable, at this moment, it became Jiang Da's only hope. Without hesitation, he ran over and plunged headlong into it.
Outside the latrine, Yang Xiuying, Gu Dongbao, and Guan Dekui, who were originally waiting to enter the toilet, all saw Jiang Da's hurried figure and the Kuomintang soldiers chasing after him. They understood that Jiang Da was facing the test of life and death at this time. But they also knew that they couldn't make any noise and couldn't cause any trouble to Jiang Da. They could only stand there in silence as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, the Kuomintang soldiers chased them to the latrine. They first grabbed Guan Dekui and asked him fiercely if he had seen anyone running over. Guan Dekui was shocked, but he immediately calmed down, shook his head, and said that he didn't see it. However, this did not please the soldiers, who slapped Guan Dekui several times until his face was covered in blood.
Then, the soldiers turned to Yang Xiuying and Gu Dongbao again, and similarly asked them if they had seen anyone passing by. Everyone shook their heads, indicating that they didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly, a Kuomintang soldier came over and looked suspiciously at the door of the latrine.
He was about to raise his feet to go in to take a look, when he suddenly heard Yang Xiuying, who was standing at the front, complaining: "This person inside is really, he has been squatting in for a long time, and he hasn't come out for so long!" When the soldier heard this, he frowned, and thought to himself: Since the person inside has already gone in, it is probably not the target they are looking for. So, he turned and walked away, his steps a little stupid.
After the soldiers walked away, Yang Xiuying breathed a sigh of relief, she turned to look at the latrine, and shouted softly: "Jiang Da, come out, it's safe." After a while, Jiang Da walked out of the latrine, his face was a little pale, but there was a determination in his eyes.
Seeing this, Gu Dongbao immediately stepped forward and led Jiang Da home. As soon as he entered the house, he was busy changing Jiang Da's clothes to make him look more like an ordinary peasant. Then, he handed Jiang Da a sickle and a basket, and admonished: "You are now a farmer who mows the grass, and quietly flee in the evening when the enemy is not looking." ”
Jiang Da nodded, took the sickle and basket, and walked out of the house. As night fell, the village fell silent. Jiang Da carefully avoided the enemy's patrol and quietly escaped from the enemy's encirclement by taking advantage of the night.
Many years later, when Jiang Da recalled this thrilling escape process again, he still sighed: "If it weren't for the relay cover of the masses, it would have been really difficult for me to escape the clutches of the enemy." Their kindness and bravery will last a lifetime. ”
In that era of change and panic, the comrades of the underground front had an extremely difficult life every day. They are in the dark, always on the lookout, carefully evading the pursuit of the enemy. The eyes and ears of the enemy are everywhere, and the slightest disturbance can lead to endless trouble. Therefore, comrades must always be vigilant and not slack off in the slightest.
However, in this time of danger and hardship, our comrades are not alone. Behind them, there are thousands of people who, with their wisdom and strength, have provided endless help to the comrades on the underground front.
It is precisely with the support and help of these masses that our comrades on the underground front have been able to escape danger again and again in the enemy's round-up. These touching stories not only show the bravery and wisdom of the people of that era, but also make us cherish the hard-won peace and tranquility today.