01 Back to before liberation overnight

The wind was blowing, and the clouds were covered with red clouds. The winter of 1937 was particularly cold.

In the valley of the northern Shanxi Plateau, a group of people dressed in poverty were rushing to the road. In the team, there was a large flat cart pulled by mules. A young woman in her twenties was holding a four- or five-year-old boy with her eyes closed in her arms, with an anxious look on her face.

At this time, a young man next to the car came over and asked, "Dongmei, how is the child?" The young woman put her face on the child's forehead, sighed and said, "It's not that hot. But the child has been sleeping for four days, why isn't he awake?" As she said that, a layer of mist rose in her eyes.

"Cough cough" At this moment, the child in his arms made a dull cough. The young man and the young woman were startled and hurriedly raised their heads and shouted: "Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao."

"Here you come." After the team, a man in his thirties ran over after hearing the sound.

"Brother Qiao, the child just coughed." The young woman Dongmei said hurriedly. "Don't worry." Brother Qiao comforted, "Let's take a look." As he said that, he put three fingers on the child's wrist and took the lower pulse. Then he gently pinched his little face, opened his mouth and looked at the tongue coating, nodded slightly. He took out a small wooden box from the bag behind him, opened it, and took out a silver needle and said, "I will use the needle to urge the phlegm in his lungs to see how it is." After that, he untied the child's little cotton jacket and stabbed it on him.

Soon, the child was coughing again. Dongmei hurriedly hugged the child straight and gently patted the child's back with her hands. "Puff." A mouthful of turbid phlegm was spit out of the child's mouth. The child let out a comfortable moan, his eyelids trembled a few times, and he opened his eyes slightly. Brother Qiao nodded, "No, the child is awake. If I can find a village and town before dark, I will prescribe some medicine. After taking a few doses, the child will be completely cured." "Thank you, thank you Brother Qiao." Dongmei cried with joy and thanked her repeatedly. Some people around her came over, and felt grateful and comforted her with politeness. Of course, there was no need to say more. However, no one noticed that the little boy who had just woken up was widening his eyes at this time, looking around in surprise, and shouted in his heart: "What's the situation!"

A few days later, everyone came to a dilapidated temple for many years to rest. Four young people took turns to watch outside the temple, and the rest were crowded in a relatively neat room. After dinner, everyone went to bed one after another. Listening to the snoring around, the little boy opened his eyes and looked at the bonfire in the middle of the house to be ecstatic.

Zhang Zhenhua, male, born in the 1970s, both his parents died. An ordinary person, without high education and no car, lives a two-point line every day, and is a pure silk thread. Because of working in an Internet cafe, although he does not smoke, he inhales a lot of second-hand smoke for a long time, and ends up suffering from severe lung disease. He often coughs so hard that he is almost hypoxia. I remember when I came through, he was hospitalized. Suddenly, a lot of phlegm surges up, but the more he coughs, the more he coughs, the more he coughs. Finally, his eyes turned dark, his head dizzy, and he opened his eyes again, standing in front of him with a circle of people wearing old cotton coats, but he was held in the arms of a young woman. This shocked him and also made him extremely embarrassed, who has not yet "take off" so far.

Looking up, he looked at Fang Dongmei, the mother of this era who was still sleeping, and Zhang Sheng, the father of this era next to her, and Zhang Zhenhua sighed again. Both parents were students of Northeastern University before, of course they were not very familiar with each other at first. His father studied agriculture and his mother learned English. After the "September 18th", they went into exile to Peking with many students.

Fang Dongmei's family is well off. Under the introduction of her relatives in Peking, she quickly found a job as a middle school teacher. Under the arrangement of fate, Zhang Sheng also came to this middle school to teach biology soon. Like those film and television dramas that reflect this era, they also ran around and called on the National Government to fight against Japan. As for the result? Because they participated in the parade and rallies, they were imprisoned several times. Fortunately, the warden who was imprisoned was pretty good and did not make things difficult for these escaped students.

During this period, the two people were exposed to progressive ideas, and their common experiences and encounters made the two people come together and named Zhenhua. After the "July 7 Incident", the War of Resistance broke out in full swing, Pingjin fell, and North China fell. In the south, the "August 13th Battle of Shanghai" in the National Army, although the National Army fought fiercely, it ended in failure. The same was true for the Battle of Xinkou in Taiyuan, Shanxi, and among them, the Eighth Route Army won the "Pingxingguan Ambush" on September 25 and the "Yangmingbao Battle" in early October, which allowed the couple to see the hope of victory in the War of Resistance. So under the arrangement of the underground party of Peking, the couple packed up their fine and soft hands and took their son away from Peking, and went to the holy land of the revolution.

In addition to the four young men who were watching, the Eighth Route Army soldiers arranged by the underground party to meet them, the rest were also passionate young men from the Eighth Route Army who participated. Unexpectedly, as soon as everyone entered Shanxi, they encountered a group of bandits. Although they were finally repelled by the four soldiers, the deafening gunshots and howling bullets scared Xiao Zhenhua. In addition, they couldn't eat well and sleep well all the way, and were frightened and frightened, and suddenly had a high fever and became unconscious. So Zhang Zhenhua, who came from the future, and Xiao Zhenhua, who is now, exchanged identities.

Extending his hand from the quilt and looking at Huohua's delicate and tender hands, Zhang Zhenhua sighed again. He was excited and passionate when he read the articles of Time Travel on the Internet, but why did he almost become adults when he came through, but he was a little kid, and even with a pistol, he couldn't hold his body firmly.

"Well, it's the end of 1937, and I'm over four or five years old. If God bless me to live safely until 1951, then I'm 18, and I'll fight the Korean War." Xiao Zhenhua made a decision while counting on his fingers, "Oh, will I go or not? This is a question."

After sleeping in a daze, the warriors who were watching came over and asked everyone to get up and continue their journey. After being slapped by Fang Dongmei, Xiao Zhenhua rubbed his eyes and asked the squad leader Liu Erwa, "Uncle Liu, how long will we go?" Liu Erwa smiled and said, "Climb the beam in front and you will reach our base. Then everyone rested. As long as it goes well, everyone should work harder and drive for another two days. After crossing the Yellow River, they will almost reach northern Shaanxi." "Oh!" After hearing this, everyone cheered.

After a brief cleanup, everyone continued to rush forward. Although victory was in sight, everyone did not dare to relax at all. Since the defeat in the Battle of Taiyuan, Yan Laoxi has been staying in Linfen. Now, there are Japanese and puppet troops in the north of Shanxi to Datong and Pingyao in the south. They are caught by them.

Finally, God blessed, everyone rushed to a small village stationed in a unit of the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army at around 3 pm. The political commissar of the army personally welcomed the village entrance and shook hands with these patriotic and passionate young people one by one. "Welcome, welcome everyone! Welcome everyone!"

Zhang Zhenhua's illness was almost cured at this time, but after climbing mountains and ridges, he had been so tired that he had been so small that he had been carrying him. When he entered the village, he had already fallen from his father's back and stood on the ground with his hands in his hands, looking around curiously.

"I can't blame them all, but they are called the Eighth Route Army. It turns out that they are really rustic." Unlike the brightly dressed anti-Japanese war dramas in later TVs, the Eighth Route Army at this time gave people an ugly feeling in terms of clothing, fabric and style. Of course, this situation is not only the Eighth Route Army. In fact, except for the middle and middle-level officers of the Chiang Kai-shek's direct troops, the remaining soldiers were not well dressed. Including some "German Armed Forces" and "American Armed Forces" that were rumored on the Internet in later generations. Zhang Zhenhua sometimes wondered why the obviously-same German steel helmet looks handsome when worn on the head of a German, but it feels indescribable awkward when worn on the head of a national army?

"Children, what are you watching?" One sentence pulled Zhang Zhenhua's thoughts over. The political commissar had already walked up to him and was looking at him with a smile. "I'm looking at the uncle of the Eighth Route Army." Zhang Zhenhua replied.

"Oh, is that uncle from the Eighth Route Army very majestic? Do you want to be like them when you grow up?" the political commissar continued.

"Well, uncle, do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Zhang Zhenhua asked with his big eyes blinking.

"Ha." The political commissar laughed in a teasing way, "Uncle doesn't like children who lie."

"The truth is that the clothes of the Eighth Route Army uncle are too ugly, they are gray and not handsome at all. And the gun is messy." Zhang Zhenhua said, shaking his little head.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Sheng raised his hand and slapped his son's little butt twice, turned to the political commissar and said, "Chief, don't be angry, my son is ignorant."

"It was uncle who asked me to tell the truth." Zhang Zhenhua muttered with a pout.

"It's okay, it's a child's words." The political commissar waved his hand with a smile, and then said to everyone: "Comrades, this child is right. Our Eighth Route Army is indeed not as good as the regular army of the Kuomintang in all aspects, but we are still confident to drive the invasion out of our China!"

"That's right!" "That's it!" "Defeat Japanese imperialism!" Suddenly, slogans and applause were heard around him.

"Okay, let's not say much, everyone can go to the village to rest." The political commissar waved his hand, and several soldiers came over and helped everyone move their luggage into various residences in the village. That night, the military kitchen team gave everyone a sumptuous welcome banquet, and the villagers who lived in each family also cooked hot water for them. Everyone was so worried that they were a little relaxed.

Everyone rested in the village for a day, and the guns and ammunition of the four soldiers in charge of escorting were also fully replenished. Before leaving, the leader sent another squad of veteran soldiers to escort them. Because they left the base until the Yellow River, there were heavy Japanese troops guarding them all the way. Finally, there was no danger all the way, and everyone finally successfully crossed the Yellow River.

"Look, our place is in front." Liu Erwa excitedly pointed to a small county town in front of him, "After entering the city, someone will send you to northern Shaanxi to meet Chairman Mao."
Chapter completed!