After leaving the bank of the Yellow River, everyone was walking on the way to Yanchang County, border area. Due to the sacrifice of the old man, everyone was in a little depressed and didn't say anything but just bowed their heads to rush.

Zuo Chong found that the little guerrillas on the same boat were sobbing while walking, so he walked forward and deliberately interrupted the road.

"My little comrade, how old are you? Have you ever read a book?"

The young soldier didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the spy Gou, so he raised his hand and wiped his nose, then pulled the old sleeve on his shoulder that was taller than himself, and answered in Jinzhou dialect.

"It's 13, I can write 200...300 words."

Zuo Chong was a little surprised when he heard this. Don’t think it’s easy to write more than 300 words. The current Republic of China army is basically illiterate.

Whether it is the Guojun or the Eighth Route Army, most of the grassroots officers and soldiers are from poor people and lack the opportunity to study and receive education.

Although they are very brave in battle, they also have many shortcomings, such as rude words and deeds, weak ideology and poor cultural knowledge.

For superiors' combat orders, even rigid execution cannot be achieved, let alone deep understanding.

In addition to the teaching corps, a few elite troops directly under the theater have cultural requirements, other troops do not require literacy at all, just need to use guns to recruit soldiers.

In contrast, the Japanese have carried out compulsory primary school education since the Meiji Restoration, which has enabled the basic Japanese soldiers to graduate at least from elementary school and have certain cultural and understanding abilities.

The army is educated, and the commander can only use his fingers when commanding. Otherwise, he will not be able to understand the orders and it will be very difficult to fight.

"Oh? You must not speak loudly."

After hearing this, Zuo Chong pretended not to believe it, and aroused the little warrior, with a look of suspicion on his face.

Judging from the voice, the other party was the one who called out that they were guerrillas in southern Shanxi during the ambush. He was preparing to use the same trick again to "tantou" the bottom of the underground party.

The young soldier had not received professional counterintelligence training, so he could not stand being so suspicious. He immediately stumbled his neck and said angrily.

"Uh, what did you do? The superiors asked the quota to recognize the words and issued an order..."

"Ahem!"

Cui Hongyan leaned over and let out a lighter voice, glared at the little soldier fiercely, signaling the other party not to speak, and then looked at Zuo Chong with a dark face.

"Team Leader Xu, it's not good for you to do this. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. There is no need to make things difficult for a child.

His parents died in the Japanese siege. After we rescued them, they insisted on joining the team and avenging their parents."

After briefly introducing the background of the little warrior, Cui Hong sighed, took out a small notebook from his shirt pocket, handed it to Zuo Chong and said slowly.

"Our Eighth Route Army cannot compare with your Guo army. It has a small number of people and poor equipment. We can only try our best to improve our combat effectiveness.

Recognizing words and learning is one of the ways to strive to make everyone a fighter and a commander.

If I sacrificed and the remaining comrades were educated, they could continue to command the guerrillas and fight the Japanese to the end."

Cui Hong's tone was extremely firm and his eyes were bright. When talking about sacrifice, he was not afraid, but was full of glory and pride.

At this time, the little soldier also found that he had been deceived. Thinking that this was the second time, he immediately gritted his teeth and looked at Zuo Chong, hoping to kill this spy Gou with one shot.

Zuo Chong laughed, took the small notebook handed over by Cui Hongyong, looked at the line of words on the cover, and chanted softly.

""Eighth Route Army Soldiers Must Read"?"

Open the inner page, and there are some rules and regulations of the Eighth Route Army, learning methods, specific learning standards and a few rumors printed.

“There are quite a lot of rifle parts.

I can't forget three big items.

gun body, bolt and stock,

Remember quickly and don’t forget.”

This is an introduction to weapons and equipment and telling soldiers common sense about weapon maintenance. The content is concise and catchy.

“The sky is wilderness, the land is wilderness,

I'm illiterate,

Don't blame dad, don't blame mom,

The landlord Laocai is a jackal!"

This is emphasizing the importance of learning, allowing soldiers to know who is the enemy and who is exploiting them.

No wonder the Eighth Route Army fights more and more, the more they fight, the higher their combat effectiveness, the more they fight, the more they have ideas and cadres have faith, how can they not grow stronger?

(It's not hydrology, but I just want everyone to know that the underground party attaches great importance to cultural education, and does not take pride in illiteracy)

He quickly remembered these contents, Zuo Chong returned the book to Cui Hongyong, and decided to report the matter to Lao Dai and someone when he went back, and invite him to make a contribution.

As for whether the secret will be leaked, since Cui Hongyong dares to show it to him, it means that the other party is not afraid of the demerits knowing.

Moreover, depending on the number of printed prints on the cover, this should be a large-scale textbook and is not a confidential document, otherwise it will not be in the hands of the guerrillas.

Zuo Chong and Cui Hongyong were chatting in the middle of the team, and Gui Youguang and the guerrilla man with a national face were at the forefront of the team.

The two of them each led a group of people to explore the way to prevent enemies from ambushing. Even if they had reached the hinterland of the border area, they could not relax their vigilance.

But the ways in which the two sides explored the way are different.

The spies carried submachine guns and pulled them apart in the form of individual soldiers. Each person kept a distance of several meters and was alerted in different directions.

When crossing the open land, there was always a person waiting with stones and trees as bunkers. This was a standard German field marching and patrol formation.

Before the war between China and Japan began, the Germans formed multiple military advisory groups in the Republic of China. The military commander's operation and training naturally refer to the regulations of the German Wehrmacht.

Compared with spies, the formation of guerrillas is looser.

The team members were all small team activities, with two or three people forming a team, each team being 20 meters away, with rifles in front, and the only Czech style in the back.

This kind of marching method is different from any country. It is an experience summarized by the other party during long-term battles with the Japanese.

First of all, the shooting skills and combat effectiveness of guerrilla soldiers are not comparable to those of the Japanese. In most cases, if you want to defeat the enemy, you can only use the number of people to suppress it.

If one person can't beat you, then there are only three. If the marksmanship is poor, then a few guns will fire together.

Furthermore, the distance of 20 meters is convenient for mutual contact and shouting, and is not afraid of shell explosions causing a large number of casualties.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is all lesson obtained by life and blood. The kind of charge in film and television dramas has no effect except giving heads to the Japanese.

Two different ways of exploration also illustrate two different combat ideas.

The Military Control Commission Operation Team attaches importance to individual combat, while the guerrillas attach importance to group cooperation. There is no distinction between the two, it is purely because of the different combat tasks and the qualities of soldiers.

By noon, the team left the Pingtan area by the river and entered the plateau hilly and gully area. The iconic valleys in the northwest can be seen everywhere.

This terrain is very suitable for ambushing and sneak attacks. Gui Youguang and the man with a national face were both tense.

"Stretch the distance and seize the commanding heights."

Gui Youguang whispered the order, and the distance between the spies changed from a few meters to more than ten meters, and the marching route also changed from a road to a search along the ridgeline.

The formation of the guerrillas also changed. They avoided the ambushed position at the bottom of the ditch and chose to move forward from the hillside.

Each two teams are responsible for a high ground, one on the left and one on the right. Once attacked by the top of the mountain, they can quickly turn the direction and attack the incoming enemies on both sides.

Although it was the first time to cooperate and they didn't like each other, the cooperation between the spies and the guerrillas was extremely tacit.

Gui Youguang glanced at the man with a national character face, and the man with a national character face also glanced at Gui Youguang. The two of them snorted and turned their heads at the same time, but they were satisfied with the other person's performance.

Slowly, the sun rose to the right moment.

Everyone who stayed up all night was a little tired, especially the members of the Nanyang Condolences Group, who were dozing off while walking, and they were all relying on Wu Chunyang to help him, so they did not fall behind, but their movement speed inevitably decreased.

Xu Enzeng, who had a sleep last night, was full of energy, but this guy probably had a stomachache. He stopped from time to time to find a bush to squat down to fertilize, confirming the old saying - lazy donkeys grind their feces and urine.

According to maps and coordinates, the team has only walked a straight line distance of less than 20 kilometers, and it will take another whole day to reach Yanchang County.

When you get there, the condolences group can contact the border area and the mountain city through the local underground party organization.

I walked 20 kilometers in the morning, but it didn't sound much, but marching on this terrain is much more difficult than marching in the world. Sometimes two cliffs look dozens of meters away from each other. If I want to go there, I have to go by a few kilometers or even further.

Zuo Chong looked at Mr. Chen, who was walking heavily, exchanged opinions with Cui Hongyong, and announced loudly that he would stop and set off again in the evening.

If you continue like this, you will not need the enemy to shoot, and the condolence team will fall down more than half.

There is no way. It is no longer easy for these Nanyang merchants to survive this sin.

Moreover, marching at night is more beneficial for guerrillas who are familiar with the terrain. In case of an attack, the night can also cover their retreat and transfer.

Immediately, the spies and guerrillas kept guarding, cooking, and resting.

The exhausted Mr. Chen and others sat directly on the ground and fell asleep in a few minutes. This time they slept until the night.

"Set off."

With a command, the people who had recovered their strength cleared the traces of camping and continued to move forward with great energy, much faster than during the day.

Under the bright moonlight, the two teams moved quickly towards the target. Two hours later, when the road exploration team climbed over a small hill, they encountered an emergency.

"alert!"

Gui Youguang leaned behind the big tree, tilted his head and looked at the Eighth Road Post at the foot of the mountain and frowned, and whispered to his subordinates.

It is said that if you meet a friendly army, you should be happy, but Gui Youguang thinks something is strange.

This location is neither a key traffic nor a major highway. Why did the Eighth Road set up a post here? It seems that there are quite a few people.

Thinking of the attackers who ambushed the car convoy, wearing Northwest military uniforms, he had to suspect that this was the enemy's trap.
To be continued...