In the spring of 1942, the situation changed abruptly, and the enemy's "sweeping" operations became more and more frequent. In a small courtyard of the Song family's house in a remote village in Xian County, a group of ordinary peasant children are quietly engaged in a seemingly ordinary, but in fact thrilling struggle. They do ordinary farm work in the village and live a life that seems to be no different from that of the villagers. But as the war looms, a terrible crisis is coming their way. What will they do in the face of the enemy's frenzied attack? How will a young team leader lead the team to protect the villagers? How will the story of breaking through with a sick old man on his back be staged?
The turbulent impact of everyday life in the countryside
The early morning sun shines through the window lattice, spilling into the small overgrown courtyard. Chickens and ducks crow, livestock neigh, a scene of ordinary peasant life. The farmers in the village are working in the fields, reaping the fruits of their hard work. However, behind this peaceful country life is a turbulent undercurrent.
Hidden among the villagers was an underground working organization affiliated with the anti-Japanese guerrillas. They risked their lives to carry out secret missions, providing valuable support for the military and civilian fronts. This small village has become the frontline of the party's underground struggle, and the heroic and unyielding revolutionary fighters hidden under the identity of ordinary villagers.
This hidden force is the printing group of the Anti-Three Regiments. They shouldered the heavy responsibility of publishing textbooks and provided valuable theoretical weapons and sources of knowledge for the anti-Japanese struggle. A tiny force of only a dozen people, but carrying the great cause of the party, turned into a trickle, silently gathering in the dark.
However, as the enemy's "mopping-up" operations intensified, black clouds began to envelop the countryside. The iron hooves came from far and near, and the sound of gunfire became more and more audible. An eerie aura spread around the village, swallowing away the peace and quiet of the past.
It is not only the smoke of guns and gunfire that has come to commit crimes, but also the barbaric atrocities that destroy human nature. The party members learned that the village not far away had been bloodily slaughtered by the enemy. Many innocent villagers were burned alive and children were brutally murdered. And once the enemy discovers the hiding place of the Wenyin team, what awaits them will be even more cruel doom.
In the face of the looming slaughter and the horror of the slaughter of the village, turmoil and confusion were born in the printing group. Some comrades began to flinch, and fear gave them the urge to flee. The party's iron army has always been forged in a difficult environment, born in adversity and dying in peace, and any flinch is a betrayal of faith.
Team leader Dong Zhisen knows that this is an unprecedented severe test. On his young shoulders, he carried the great trust and responsibility of the party's party and life. He must boost everyone's fighting spirit and strengthen the comrades' conviction in the revolution.
Integrate into the art process of the masses to resolve the crisis
In the face of the enemy's wanton and indiscriminate bombardment, the printing group kept in mind the teachings of its superiors that only by taking deep root among the masses of the people can it be the most solid support and hiding place. They are determined to defuse the immediate crisis by completely reinventing themselves and fully integrating into the lives of the local villagers.
First of all, they began elaborate camouflage. One by one, the generals loaded and unloaded, and changed into coarse cloth clothes and blue cloth coats. Some comrades even elaborately painted mustaches to disguise themselves as old peasants. The team leader, Dong Zhisen, was even more covered with dust, deliberately covering his fair complexion.
However, a change in appearance alone is not enough. In order to truly "transform" into the masses, it is far from enough to merely disguise on the surface. They must integrate into the local living habits, learn the local dialect, be familiar with the family relations in the village, and even know the names of the villagers.
Under the active guidance of Dong Zhisen, everyone began a long and arduous learning process. A comrade once truthfully expressed his inner confusion: "I understand the party's teachings, but how can I call an old woman I don't know 'mother' to my face?" This is clearly a drama, how can it be regarded as truly integrated into the lives of the masses? ＂
Dong Zhisen did not blindly reprimand, but patiently explained: "Revolution is to let go of hierarchical prejudices and share weal and woe with the masses. Only by treating the villagers as their parents and brothers can they truly take root among the masses. ＂
Under the party's education, the comrades gradually let go of their inner worries. Some comrades were in full swing during the day to help the old people in the village do farm work, beating their legs and pinching their shoulders; Some held the children's hands and listened to them tell naughty stories with a strong local sound. They did their best to show their sincerity to the villagers.
This sincerity was finally recognized by the villagers. An old farmer once said sincerely: "You have indeed become a member of the Song family's house now." One mother also called the young people "sons" in the midst of the cold and warmth.
However, there are inevitably some awkward and interesting things to happen in the process. There was a comrade who was assigned to a family and was supposed to play the role of an unmarried son-in-law. But as soon as he saw the daughter of that family, he could no longer regard her as an outsider, but was ecstatic and ecstatic. In the end, he had to be reassigned to another family to play the role of a "son" who followed the rules.
The long and arduous process of integration has finally achieved a successful result. During the day, everyone works in the fields, wanders outdoors, or plays chess, catches lice, spins thread at home, and behaves like ordinary villagers. It was not until it was dark that they quietly returned to the courtyard where they were concentrated, and began printing and writing until dawn.
In this way, in the terror surrounded by bullets and bullets, the printing group was like a tenacious seed, quietly taking root and breaking through the soil under the protection of the villagers. The more dangerous the environment, the more they can forge the indomitable fighting spirit of these revolutionary fighters and their determination to be infinitely loyal to the party.
An unyielding struggle under the flames of war
While the camouflage was about to fail, an even more ferocious fire of war had been ignited. One dark night, the sound of gunfire rose one after another over the village of the Song family's house, and the enemy army began a new round of "mopping-up" operations.
After being awakened, the comrades of the printing group quickly took action. According to the plan made in advance, they immediately began to transfer the stash of printing equipment. At this moment, however, an unexpected gunshot rang out, and a young underground party member was killed at the gunpoint of the enemy.
Before his death, the young man protected the printing press with his body and ensured the safe transfer of the machine. His blood soon spilled all over the ground, staining the entire courtyard red. Seeing this, the elder Zheng's eyes erupted with rage, and he actually rushed into the encirclement alone and fought with the enemy.
Lao Zheng's skills were agile and neat, and he killed several enemy soldiers in a row on and off the field, forming a stalemate of confrontation for a while. However, the enemy was outnumbered, and he was soon surrounded by a hail of bullets. At this critical juncture, one of the only remaining female party members stepped forward and used her body to block the enemy's shooting for Lao Zheng.
This scene is like the tragic scenes common in the revolutionary years: an old woman with gray hair is lying in a pool of blood, her body is covered with bullet holes; An old party member was wounded and fell to the ground, his eyes still burning with the fire of unyielding fighting spirit......
At this critical juncture, group leader Dong Zhisen stepped forward and directed all the surviving comrades to move quickly. Several comrades had planned to hold their ground and escort the printing press safely at all costs, but Dong Zhisen ordered to abandon this idea and give priority to protecting the lives of the surviving comrades.
The group soon left the Song family's house and struggled along the direction of the Hutuo River. The enemy soon caught up, and a rain of bullets came from all directions. Just when everyone was desperate, an old man who was seriously ill and had been bedridden for many years suddenly stepped forward and used his body to resist the enemy's fire for everyone.
Taking advantage of this barrier, Dong Zhisen made a decisive decision and carried the old man to break through on the spot. Behind him, the rest of the comrades also quickly began to evacuate. Although the enemy's guns were fierce, they could not resist the stubborn will of the revolutionary fighters. The group quickly broke free from the encirclement and moved to safety.
In this way, the printing group made heavy sacrifices, but it still kept the secrets of the base area and preserved the precious new force. More importantly, they defended the dignity of the revolutionary struggle with their blood and lives, and interpreted the solemn oath of the communists to "serve the people" with practical actions.
Thrilling moments of life and death
On the banks of the Hutuo River shrouded in night, a group of people fled for their lives in confusion, and there was gunsmoke and killing everywhere. The enemy pursued with all their might, and the sound of gunfire was incessant. Life and death are at the most thrilling juncture.
Dong Zhisen held the old man in one hand and the printing press in the other, and the heavy burden almost crushed him. Sometimes he drooped low, sometimes he straightened his back, and he did his best to move forward. The sound of iron hooves trampling has come from far and near, and will soon surround it.
Seeing this, several young people in the same company also unloaded their respective burdens and helped Dong Zhisen share the heavy responsibility. They took turns carrying the old man and the printing press, and rushed forward with all their might. Behind them, the remaining comrades desperately held back the pursuit of the enemy troops.
During this period, a young party member was hit by a stray bullet and died on the spot. Lao Zheng fought bravely while mourning him, desperately guarding the retreat of his comrades. Along the way, many warriors fell one by one. Until the end, only Dong Zhisen and a few young people remained, running forward desperately.
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the left, and an enemy cavalry joined the pursuit. Dong Zhisen made a quick decision and led several young people to turn sharply to the right and run towards a hill. The enemy cavalry soon caught up, and the distance of their guns gradually increased.
At this critical moment, Dong Zhisen made a shocking decision. He handed over the printing press and the old man to the young people around him, and returned in reverse alone, using his body to block the enemy shots for his comrades!
With only one arquebus in his hand as a weapon, he was really overstretched in the face of numerous encirclements and blockades. But he didn't flinch in the slightest, and the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out around him. The enemy army soon surrounded him, and if he was captured alive, he would be subjected to endless torture.
Just as the crisis was coming again, several young party members suddenly turned around and returned and joined Dong Zhisen's resistance battle. They fought to the last moment. Until the ammunition ran out, everyone did their best. In the end, only Dong Zhisen was injured and fell to the ground, and the rest were all sacrificed.
Just when the enemy was about to capture Dong Zhisen alive, a figure suddenly appeared, and it was the young man with a printing press and an old man on his back. Despite all the dangers, he staggered all the way back, single-handedly, bravely and resolutely against the enemy. Soon he died under the rain of bullets, and his body fell beside Dong Zhisen.
In the end, even the young man's dying shot was suppressed by enemy fire. Seeing that the danger was waiting everywhere, Dong Zhisen suddenly dragged his injured body, fell next to the wheel of the printing press, and covered the machine with his own body. In this way, he lay motionless on the ground in the rain of bullets and bullets, and was not rescued until dawn.
It was at this critical juncture of life and death that these revolutionary fighters defended the dignity of the party and their ideals and beliefs with their blood and lives. This arduous breakthrough is vivid and thrilling.
Extraordinary power among ordinary people
A ray of dawn rises in the east, and the curtain of dawn is about to be lifted. The smoke of gunfire cleared all night, and the fighting temporarily subsided. The villagers of the Song family's house poked their heads out of their homes, but they saw a shocking scene.
A group of figures were slowly approaching the village, some covering their wounds, others supporting their fallen companions, all with traces of war. At the front was a wounded young man carrying a dilapidated printing press and an old man on his shoulders.
Seeing this, the villagers hurried forward and surrounded the tired warriors into the village. Many people couldn't help but be shocked to find out that these young people were the villagers they used to get along with day and night. Some people found their "son" lying on the side of the road, dead forever. For a moment, the wails resounded throughout the village.
But what was even more shocking was that the wounded Dong Zhisen actually placed the printing press on an empty field in the village, and then made a generous statement to explain the incident to the frightened villagers.
"This press is our lifeline. "As long as the printing press is there, our struggle will never stop." We, the party members, came out of you ordinary people. Everyone has lived before, just like you. ＂
"But we chose a different path. Even if we sacrifice our lives, we must fulfill the glorious mission entrusted to us by the party. Therefore, this printing press is our hope and the carrier for the party's theory to be disseminated forever...... ＂
Although Dong Zhisen was covered in bruises, his tone was extremely firm. From his eyes, the villagers saw an unprecedented solemnity and solemnity. When getting along with each other in the past, the seemingly ordinary young man was like two people.
In the stunned eyes of the villagers, Dong Zhisen and his party began the final work. They carefully set up the press and quickly got into the familiar process. The hissing machines began to work, and bright red leaflets poured out of the printing rollers.
At the same time, the wounded comrades also sat on the spot, compiling leaflets with their hands and writing new texts orally. Blood soon soaked the leaflets, and the palms of the writers were red with the solution. But no one cared about this, and a burst of power was stirring their hearts.
The group worked for several days without sleep or food, until the armed team finally arrived for the final response. When the army arrived, they saw this seemingly ordinary but shocking scene in the village: an old man sat at home, reciting the latest revolutionary text of the war field newspaper; A group of village women are skillfully weaving bright red propaganda materials; An old printing press creaked, producing a steady stream of fresh theoretical readings......
Such a scene all demonstrates the extraordinary power precipitated in the hearts of ordinary peasants. After the smoke of war passed, the seeds of revolution still took root among the people. It is precisely this persistent belief and this tenacious fighting spirit hidden under the ordinary appearance that has achieved the indomitable will of the revolutionary fighters to sacrifice their lives and forget their lives in times of crisis.