On an autumn morning in 1942, thick fog shrouded the sleeping Yunbei Plain in Yixian County, Shandong Province.
At this time, in the green gauze tent filled with morning fog, 5 figures flashed out. They followed the side road of the village and quietly walked into the Erlang Temple Village of Yinping Town, which had not yet woken up.
Everything was still so calm, only a few chicken cries occasionally came from afar. The sky was gradually brightening, and although the fog had not yet dissipated, the industrious farmers had already risen. This day is a big gathering of Yin Ping, and while the crops have not yet been harvested, they all want to rush to prepare sickles, shovels and other household goods.
On the main road leading to the four directions of Yinping Town, there are already pedestrians one after another.
At this time, a middle-aged farmer of about forty years old, wearing a white coarse cloth shirt and pants, a black cloth pants on the bottom, a green cloth belt tied around his waist, a dung basket on his shoulders, and a pair of alert eyes on his red and black face, was walking towards the market. He is Sun Jingjie, the underground liaison officer of Erlangmiao Village.
Sun Jingjie is not here to catch up with the idle market today, he has a special mission on his shoulders. A few days ago, he received instructions from his superiors to cooperate with the gang gang sent by the Wenfeng guerrillas, headed by Zheng Yundong, to get rid of Shao Zemin, a Japanese puppet agent.
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Speaking of Shao Zemin, the ordinary people in the yinping area of dozens of miles were all spitting and scolding. Shao Zemin is a famous bully on Yinping Street, known as "a tiger", his long donkey face is lined with a pair of mouse eyes, the eagle nose is obliquely skimmed under the two thin lips, the figure is dry and thin, full of bad water. He relied on his ability to play with a few sets of fists and feet, and ran rampant in the countryside, doing no evil. He joined the Jesuit religion, wore a suit, wore a hard-brimmed Hawaiian sun hat, and lived a "fake foreign devil" appearance. He traveled around through missionary work, colluded with Zhang Laiyu, the leader of the puppet army, and died for the Japanese army. Under their clutches, many anti-Japanese family members were brutally killed, and at every turn, they extorted and extorted money under the pretext of fornication, and the masses hated it to the bone. His rampant activities seriously hindered the underground work and anti-Japanese activities of the Wenfeng guerrillas.
The Wenfeng guerrillas decided to eliminate this harm, but because this guy was cunning and treacherous, his actions were secretive, and his whole family, wives and children moved into the gun tower of the Hanzhuang stronghold, and hid in the stronghold before dark, so they never had the opportunity to attack.
Recently, according to insiders, he has a list of anti-Japanese military dependents on him, which has not yet been sent. If this list of anti-Japanese military dependents fell into the hands of the enemy, dozens of relatives of the anti-Japanese soldiers would be brutally killed. Therefore, he must be killed as soon as possible.
Yinping Town has a long street running from east to west, which is the bustling area of the market, and the road is lined with various stalls, and the original wide street has suddenly become narrow.
Sun Jingjie mixed in the crowd, from west to east, but did not see Shao Zemin's shadow.
"Isn't he coming?"
"No, on such an occasion, he will not let go of the opportunity to knock the bamboo."
Sun Jingjie thought in his heart, turned back, and his two witty eyes searched silently in the crowd.
It was still early in the morning, and this boy might not have dared to move yet. Let's just find a place to rest our feet. Thinking of this, Sun Jingjie felt a grunt in his stomach. He pressed the tortilla he had brought in his pocket and turned into the "Chunhe" small tea house on the side of the road.
The treasurer was an old man with gray hair, who looked to be more than 60 years old, whose face had been smoked purple by years of fireworks, and whose deep wrinkles on his forehead were engraved with countless sorrows and bitterness.
Sun Jingjie sat down at the table by the window, took a bowl of hot tea from the old man's hand, and said kindly: "Old man, is it okay to buy and sell?" ”
"Good fart, those dogs, three days and two ends to knock the lever, today to raise this money, tomorrow to collect that tax, endless, simply do not let people live!" 」 The old man looked at Sun Jingjie's dress and said indignantly.
"Why are you alone?"
"My son was taken away by them the day before yesterday, and went to repair the artillery tower to do hard labor, this year, alas!" As the old man spoke, he staggered toward the back room.
Sun Jingjie wanted to comfort the old man, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to nibble on his own tortilla.
Suddenly, from a grocery store on the north side of the road, there was a call. Then, there was a loud noise, mixed with foul language and scolding.
Sun Jingjie turned his head to look at it, only to see a group of people gathered around the door, as if looking at the "Western scenery".
He hurriedly put down the bowl, paid for the tea, picked up the dung basket, and ran there.
Sun Jingjie brushed aside the crowd and looked up, hey! It was Shao Zemin.
I saw Shao Zemin drunk and smoked, blushing like a defeated chicken, and was drinking madly there: "You don't want to fight against me, I want you to die tonight, you don't want to live until tomorrow morning!" ”
Sun Jingjie's lungs were about to explode, but as soon as he thought of the task, he forced himself to endure the anger in his heart, squeezed out the crowd, and went straight to the Erlang Temple.
Zheng Yundong and others, who were hidden in the Erlang Temple before dawn, were waiting. After listening to Sun Jingjie's report, he immediately studied the action plan.
"There are quite a few traitorous and puppet armies on the gathering today, and there are many people rushing to the market, so it is inconvenient to move, so as not to hurt the people."
After repeated research, it was decided to kill Shao Zemin on the road when he returned to Hanzhuang from the Yinping Market.
"Where to ambush it?"
Sun Jingjie took out a homemade map and spread it on the table.
There are two roads from Yinping back to The Hanzhuang stronghold, one is a short road, and the small road leads directly to Hanzhuang. There were no enemy strongholds here, and the Wenfeng guerrillas were often haunted in this area, so it was expected that this boy did not have the courage to take this road; the other was the main road, from Yinping to the west through Shaolou, through the Zhouying stronghold, and then to the southwest, around a big bend back to the Hanzhuang stronghold. Although this road is far away, there are enemy strongholds on the road, and there are often enemy patrols, and it is estimated that Shao Zemin, who is as timid as a mouse, must have taken this road. After careful consideration, the ambush site was chosen on the deserted grave between Zhou Ying and Shao Lou.
Zheng Yundong slapped the table and said decisively, "Yes! That's it!" He paced back and forth a few times, then suddenly turned around and said solemnly: "Shao Lou is relatively close to the enemy's stronghold, and it is easy for people to expose the target." Simply, I'll go myself, and you'll take care of it later. ”
But the other comrades in the gang were scrambling to go.
Zheng Yundong saw that there was no way, and said: "Don't fight, time is pressing, carry out the order!" ”
Zheng Yundong is saying that he is a fiery person, and other comrades are not good at fighting. Besides, Zheng Yundong was not only physically strong, but also specially trained to hoe and rape, and when he went to grasp the greatest, the comrades all obeyed him. (To be continued)