【Introduction】:
Back then, in 1937, the iron hooves of the Japanese devils stepped on the borders of our China, and their good homes were ruined. But at that dark day, the ranks of the Communist Party sprung up everywhere, took root all over the country, and set up the banner of resistance against Japan.
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The hard bones in the winding mountains
Speaking of 1940, a young man named Bao Sen received an order from his superiors, picked up his backpack and ran to the wasteland in Panshan in Jixian County. The place was as hot as a steamer, and at night it was shivering, and my stomach was always flat. Bao Sen didn't say a word, took everyone with him, picked up the iron guy, dug out a path in the crack of the stone, and set up a shack. In this way, after more than half a year's effort, the squad of about 50 people was expanded into four companies with all the spirits, and their eyes were shining.
Gatherings and uninvited guests
The time slipped to July 27, 1940, and the sky was bright, and Bao Sen took his soldiers and prepared to welcome reinforcements from afar. They climbed the mountain and crossed the hurdle, and finally met each other, and were about to rest in the small village, and the next morning, while they were busy cooking, the two scouts ran in panting: "Commander, there are horseback riders coming from the mountain pass!" ”
Guessed the wrong "guest"
When Bao Sen heard this, he muttered in his heart, thinking that eighty percent of them were puppet soldiers, so he asked everyone to prepare for battle. The soldiers and brothers immediately got ready to go, and as a result, when they inquired, they came to see that they were real Japanese soldiers, and they were also Wudao cavalry, which was a ruthless character on the battlefield. Bao Sen slapped his head, knowing that this time he was in big trouble.
"Please enter the urn" in the valley
Bao Sen and the others set up a game in the white grass, waiting for the enemy to drill in. At that moment, the valley was so quiet that you could hear the heartbeat, the sky slowly brightened, the dust in the distance was raised, and the cavalry moved slowly in this direction. Bao Sen chuckled in his heart, feeling that this group of people was not quite right, not the group of "two devils" he thought before. Sure enough, the scouts confirmed that it was not the puppet army, but the real devil!
It's hard, and it's ruthless
The Japanese squadron leader Takeshima sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late. In the valley, the sound of gunfire and grenades exploded, and the brothers of the Eighth Route Army pounced on them like wolves, and the enemy was beaten and dazed, and finally all of them were cleaned up. After a fierce battle, the valley was quiet, and only the smoke of victory drifted.
Heroes are immortal
This battle made Bao Sen's name resounding in the eastern part of Hebei, and even Japan's big boss Okamura Ningji said that going to eastern Hebei was like falling into a sea of suffering. It's a pity that in the spring of two years later, Bao Sen was still leading everyone on the front line desperately, and a bullet took him away. At a young age, he just left, but his story, as well as the spirit of not being afraid of death, are like pine trees in the mountains, firmly rooted in everyone's hearts.
【Conclusion】:
The misunderstanding we mentioned at the beginning, if we had seen it at the time, it might have been one less tough battle. However, history has no ifs, these accidents have created heroes, and also made those days a little more legendary. Bao Sen told us with practical actions that peace is not easy, we must cherish it, and we must remember their heroism and perseverance.