The Yellow River, the mother and relative of the Republic of China, has nurtured the Chinese civilization that has been for thousands of years, but it is another "harmful river".

Its water flow was extremely fast and had diverted the route many times and destroyed the river bank, which not only brought serious disasters to the people on both sides of the river, but also limited the development of shipping.

When the condolence group and his party came to the bank of the Yellow River under the escort and surveillance of the southern Shanxi Guerrilla Detachment, they immediately heard the roar of water. The sound was deafening and a wet water vapor rushed towards them.

The guerrillas showed worries, and Cui Hongyong also frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Oh no, the flood season is coming!"

The left center tightens, and the flood season of the Yellow River is from July to October, and the main flood season is from July to August, with water flow reaching the highest peak of the year.

When he was traveling from the Shichuan River, he observed the river surface specifically. The flow rate was not very high at that time. Unexpectedly, there was such a big change in a few hours.

In this case, the risk is very high, and it is easy for boats to be destroyed and people to die.

Unless there are powerful machine ships or rudders of experienced gorges (captains), they have to find other ways to cross the river.

Thinking of this, Zuo Chong walked to Cui Hongyong and asked if there were anyone familiar with the water of the Yellow River and whether there were large ships under him.

"Of course there are people who are familiar with water love, but don't think about the big ship."

When Cui Hong heard Zuo Chong's question, he was helpless in his tone, and then pointed to the white-haired old man in the team and explained in detail.

"He has been a gorge on the Yellow River for a lifetime, and never happened. But last year the Japanese attacked the Kuomintang-controlled areas and border areas and collected all ships on the east coast.

These beasts not only snatched the ship, but also killed people and set fire everywhere. His family of more than a dozen people were killed, so they joined the team to fight the Japanese with us.

Originally, I was going to send you across the river with a sheepskin raft, but now it seems too dangerous. Why don’t you go to the guerrilla base first and wait for the water to get smaller before leaving.”

The sheepskin raft is a traditional means of transportation on the Yellow River. It is small in size and shallow in draft, and is very suitable for navigation in the Yellow River with complex hydrological conditions.

Moreover, all the components can be disassembled and are very light and easy to carry. They can be carried by a few people and are easy to hide.

For guerrillas who need mobile combat, this is undoubtedly the most suitable crossing tool, provided that they have a familiar water-based gorge-style oar-style pilot.

Zuo Chong looked at the old man, then looked at several guerrillas carrying leather bags and boat stands, and shook his head at Cui Hong for a moment of silence.

"Please forgive me. My mission is to send the condolences to the border area as soon as possible. Our whereabouts have been leaked. We cannot stay here for too long. We must cross the river tonight."

After rejecting Cui Hongyong's suggestion, he communicated with the old man: "Old sir, are you sure you cross the river now?"

The old man held a pipe that had not been lit, glanced at Zuo Chong, then turned his ear and heard the sound of water flowing, and said slowly.

"It's okay to cross the river, but I'm so old that I can only bring a boat of people over."

Driving a sheepskin raft is both dangerous and a laborious job. It takes a lot of energy to go there. You really can't ask too much for an elderly man with white hair.

Zuo Chong nodded while pondering, his eyes swept over the caravan's carriage, and when he saw the hemp rope and rubber boat on one of the cars, he suddenly had an idea.

Since the old man could only send one boat, he would tie one end of the hemp rope to the east bank first, and then use a sheepskin raft to send the other end of the hemp rope to the west bank. The remaining people grabbed the rope and dragged it across the river, which would save much more effort.

In this way, the Military Control Commission's inflatable rubber boat can also be used. The two ships can use them together to increase the speed of crossing the river and strive to send everyone to the West Bank before sunrise.

The Japanese patrol team is not blind, and the surface of the Yellow River is uncovered. You can see them as soon as the sky is dawn. Then the other party will not be much more difficult than shooting a target.

He told his way, and the old man sucked his cigarette puff and grinned, revealing his brown teeth, and said in a heavy accent.

"Well, okay, this is just a storm. There are so many people in Gansu Province. You are very clever, so that's what you do."

After confirming the feasibility of the plan, the guerrillas and spies became busy. One party began to assemble the sheepskin raft and the other party began to inflate the rubber boat.

Soon, the assembled sheepskin raft was pushed into the Yellow River. The old man and five or six guerrilla soldiers grabbed the hemp rope and boarded the raft and quickly disappeared on the dark river surface.

At the same time, the spies on the shore held the hemp rope tightly and slowly released the rope. The rough hemp rope surface frayed their palms, but no one cared.

Cui Hongyong, who watched his subordinates leave, turned around and saw the performance of the Fruit Party. Thinking of the other party's performance when he was ambushed before, he couldn't help but become curious about these "members of the servant's room".

He has seen many of the Guojun Army, the Central Army, the Jinsui Army, and the Miscellaneous Army. No team can be as good as this team, without complaining or being tired, and with such high vigilance.

The guerrillas also looked at the spies with admiration and cheered up again, always paying attention to the actions of these elite fruit troops.

Half an hour passed, and the sky became darker and there were less than two hours left before dawn.

Cui Hong paced anxiously on the shore, looking up at the river from time to time. If the sheepskin raft still didn't come back in another half an hour, they had to consider retreating.

Because returning to the guerrilla base from the shore also requires cover from the night, and the whole journey takes about an hour and a half.

30 minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Cui Hongyong was about to order a retreat. The old man and a guerrilla soldier came back with a rope. The old man gasped and said.

"Success!"

"Let's go! Get into the rubber boat and send Mr. Chen and the others across the river first."

Without further ado, Zuo Chong immediately waved his hand to his subordinates. Gui Youguang and his spy pushed the rubber boat into the water, and helped Mr. Chen and his men on board.

The guerrillas on the other side also operated the same thing. The two ships carried more than ten people into the night again, and the condolence group left halfway.

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It's time to dawn.

Zuo Chong, Gui Youguang, Wu Chunyang, Cui Hongyong and a small guerrilla team took the last sheepskin raft, and the remaining spies also boarded the rubber boat. At this point, both sides left the east coast.

Everyone pulled the hemp rope and pulled it hard. The two ships moved quickly towards the opposite bank one by one. Seeing that the west bank of the Yellow River was vaguely visible, the old man at the helm had a smile on his face and sang the tune of the Western Jin Dynasty with his throat.

"The first month of Gary is the first month."

"There is a red light on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

"The one that Hong is hanging outside the door."

"One person waits for my fifth brother to get started working."

The cheerful and rough singing drifted on the surging Yellow River, making people think of the people on this land who have experienced hardships and are full of vitality and are extremely tenacious.

The turbid river water hit the raft from time to time. Zuo Chong smiled and listened to the tune. The speed of pulling the rope in his hand increased a little more. He just shook his head for the water droplets splashing on his face, and did not care too much about it.

As he was moving, his afterglow accidentally swept across the east coast and found that there were more than a dozen Japanese men on the shore that were originally empty, screaming and shouting something.

A moment later, some of the Japanese raised their guns and aimed at the direction of the sheepskin raft, and some people took off their bayonets and rushed towards the other end of the hemp rope. Zuo Chong's face changed drastically.

"Quick! Japanese patrol!"

"Bang~"

As soon as he shouted, a gunshot came. The people on the two ships lowered their bodies and pulled the ropes desperately.

The water is even stronger at this time. If the hemp rope is broken, the rubber boat and sheepskin raft will easily overturn, so they will all have to see the Dragon King.

The old man who was singing the tune also paused for a while, but after a few seconds, he straightened his back and spoke again, and the sound became louder and louder, as if he was cheering everyone.

"Fifth brother, he herded the sheep and turned back home."

"One day that day, hey hey, hey, hey, open his eyes."

"I'll finish marrying my fifth brother."

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

The rubber boat and sheepskin raft collided heavily on the shore, and the hemp rope over the Yellow River suddenly loosened, and the Japanese were still one step late.

Everyone had no time to be happy, so they quickly lowered their bodies and ran towards the back of the river bank. The Japanese gunshots were very accurate and they could still hit the target through the Yellow River.

At this time, the total ammunition consumed by Japanese recruits at the training shall not be less than 2,000 rounds, and most people may even fire "waist guns".

The so-called waist gun is within 100 meters of the target, without aiming, just putting the gun around your waist to shoot, and there is still a certain degree of accuracy.

Cui Hongyong ran two steps and found that the old man didn't follow, so he turned around and shouted, but found that the other person was sitting at the stern of the boat, lowering his head little by little, and the singing in his mouth gradually lowered.

"I'll finish marrying my fifth brother."

"After marriage...will marry...will marry..."

A ball of red blood slowly oozed out of the old man's chest. He was obviously injured by the shot just now, but he forced himself to hold on and did not fall down. Now he finally couldn't hold on.

A wave hit the sheepskin raft, his body swayed, and fell backward into the Yellow River, and instantly sank into the water and never saw it again, leaving only a pool of bright red blood that merged with the Yellow River water.

The children of the Yellow River finally returned to their mother's arms, and the elderly were not the first or the last.

As long as the Japanese are not driven out of the Republic of China, this war between justice and evil will not stop! Never!

The bullet whizzed across the river, and Zuo Chong pulled the sad Cui Hong into the cover, gently patted the other party on the shoulder, and said nothing.

After a long time, the Japanese on the other side had no choice but to cross the river and had to leave in disappointment.

Everyone came out of the bunker one by one, and the guerrillas and government personnel stood by the river, including Zuo Chong, and solemnly saluted the Yellow River to see off their common comrades.

Mr. Chen and others also bowed to the river, thanking each other for their life-saving grace. Without the old man, they could not cross the turbulent Yellow River.

Xu Enzeng, who had previously mocked the guerrillas, shrank his head dejectedly and closed his stinky mouth, for fear that the wrong words would arouse public anger.

He is just bad, not stupid. He knows when to say something. If he really angers the underground party, Zuo Chong will never plead for him.

After a brief silence ceremony, the two teams embarked on the journey again under the rising sun.

At the same time, in the woods dozens of kilometers away from the ferry, a man in the Eighth Route Army uniform put down his walkie-talkie and shouted in a low voice to his subordinate who was sorting out his equipment.

"Stay away, don't speak Japanese!"
Chapter completed!