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Chapter 170 Chapter 169, Sacrifice. Jingguan
Xiangchenggu, when the brigade commander was happy to receive a mountain cannon and two infantry cannons, he suddenly had an idea - can the 386th Brigade set up an artillery battalion? The headquarters has an artillery regiment, so it is not too much for our 386th Brigade to set up an artillery battalion, right? So the brigade commander set his eyes on the Type infantry cannons that the New st Regiment had not used. Well, you are a main force regiment, why do you need Type infantry cannons?

Li Yunlong didn't know that the brigade commander had set his sights on the infantry artillery in his hand, and he was still happily collecting the spoils. As a team that had made great efforts in this battle, the New 1st Regiment could not be divided into weapons, but the uniforms and cotton-padded clothes on the devils could still be distributed first.

Xiangchenggu was over, but the brigade commander could not return to the Taihang Mountains because the Japanese were still mopping up. So he led his team to play hide-and-seek with the Japanese in southern Hebei. Oh, I forgot to mention that this time, more than 250 Japanese were annihilated, 9 trucks were blown up, and a mortar was seized. The casualties on his own side were less than 50.

The brigade commander made no secret of the fact that it was his 386th Brigade that did the fighting! The Japanese soon learned about this, and under the leadership of the brigade commander, they kept running behind the 386th Brigade.

So, the words "Specially targeting the 386th Brigade" appeared on the tank.

"By now, the brigade commander and his men should have succeeded, right?" Li Yuexuan was in Liangjia Village and could not participate in the battle in southern Hebei, but this did not stop him from counting the days. Of course, he could only calculate, as the guerrillas were still too weak to help fight.

"Since we can't help the main force in the battle, then we can do more production! The production has been resumed in the past few days, so you should busy yourself with sorting out the bullet reloading issue. The 772nd Regiment will send some pig iron and explosives, as well as lead blocks and copper wires in the near future. With you here, we can also make our own grenades! The division commander said that the main force will come to fight. Our guerrillas will have made a great contribution if we can guarantee a part of the ammunition supply!" In the east wing of the Liang family compound, Zhao Danian held the newly set up telephone with one hand and said to Li Yuexuan.

"The problem of bullets and grenades is easy to solve. The only thing is when can we get a lathe and workers? Ahem, well, you can write a letter to the leader and tell him that we have the equipment, and everything else will be easy to solve. At least it will be convenient to use the equipment to make tools, right?" Li Yuexuan asked back.

"You don't have to worry, it will be fine... Let's go and say goodbye to our comrades!" After saying this, Zhao Danian stood up and walked towards the door.

"Let's go and say goodbye to our comrades for the final time!" Xing Weiguo also stood up and followed Zhao Danian's footsteps.

To the east of Liangjia Village, not far from the guerrilla training range, 10 graves were lined up on the hillside. Some women and children in linen clothes were kneeling beside them. An old man was holding the coffin with his hands, his face covered with ice from frozen tears.

Whoosh... The north wind blew, and some paper money made of yellow paper fluttered in the wind, drifting towards the wild boar forest in the distance, drifting towards a group of new recruits standing solemnly not far away, and also drifting towards Zhao Danian and others.

On one side of the grave, Taoist priests Jue'an and Jueming, along with 10 disciples in Taoist robes, silently chanted scriptures. On a sacrificial altar in front, the most respected elder of Yinjiulang Village, Yin Xingbang, was invited to preside over the memorial ceremony.

"In the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese invaded our Shanxi Province. They came with iron hooves, trampled on our homes, slaughtered our people, raped our wives and daughters, enslaved our sons, committed countless evil deeds, and blood flowed like a river, filling the world with resentment. In February of the 28th year, the Japanese invaders swept through our Yinjiulang Village and Weijiazhuang Village, intending to continue killing our innocent people!" "Fortunately, we have the Beishan Guerrillas and our independent detachment. We are not afraid of the strong enemy and take the initiative to fight. We lead our sons to fight bravely and kill more than 200 enemies. We have protected our land and no one has been killed!"

"Of course, if it is a war, there will be casualties! Our fellows Yin Jianming and Yin Chengxiu from Yin Jiulang Village, Wei Laozhong and Wei Youneng from Weijia Village, and Qi Deshui from Qijia Village... unfortunately died for their country!"

"The sky is above, the earth is below. These 10 men sacrificed their lives to defend their country. They did it for justice and for their country. They should be buried with honor and be called heroes! From now on, every village and every stronghold should feel grateful for their kindness and treat their relatives well and raise their orphans. Let our men rest in peace in the underworld and their spirits fly up to the sky and become a dragon scale on the Chinese totem, protecting our mountains and rivers and making our nation strong and prosperous!"

"The founding father said: The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard! Today, we bid farewell to our comrades, our relatives, our sons and our heroes. Tomorrow, more sons and daughters will stand up and join the army to resist Japanese aggression and save the nation, take over the guns of the heroes, inherit the heroes' last wishes, kill the enemy and protect our country!"

Yin Xingbang's hands were shaking, but the eulogy he read out was sonorous and powerful, and even two lines of tears dripped down. The sacrificed Yin Jianming was his great-grandson. How sad was this old man? No one knew, but from his words, we could feel that this old man had a strong belief rising in his heart.

"It's almost time..." The old man looked at the sky and shouted loudly: "Go, offer sacrifices..."

Swish, swish, swish… Following the old man's shout, the young men from Yinjiulang Village and Weijia Village came to the altar carrying wooden boxes. Then, round and heavy objects were placed in front of the altar. That's right, they were the heads of the Japanese soldiers chopped off from Weijia Village.

In line with the principle of recycling, when the villagers helped the team to send the bodies of the Japanese soldiers back to the mountain pass outside the Zhoujia Village stronghold, they also cut off their heads and brought them back as sacrifices for the deceased soldiers. Well, the people didn't know that this scared the Japanese soldiers, because the Japanese soldiers were most afraid of having their heads chopped off.

As the "sacrifices" were placed one by one on a low flat ground in front of the altar, they soon piled up on top of each other to form a small Jingguan. Perhaps because they felt that this was unsightly, a young man immediately came up and used a shovel to cover the soil that had been dug out in advance, and then patted it into a flat-topped pyramid structure.

When the people were doing this, no one, whether it was Li Yuexuan or Zhao Danian and the others, tried to stop them, and some even wanted to go up and help.

The new recruits who witnessed all this were not afraid of attending the funeral, but instead felt a surge of anger in their hearts, a determination to fight the enemy to the death. Among the new recruits, more than a dozen were crying non-stop, because these were the relatives of the fallen soldiers. They might be older brothers, or younger brothers, but they were all new recruits of the guerrillas.

(End of this chapter)