Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Chapter 536 Chapter 535, Go Home

At Qingfeng Temple, the old Taoist priest with a clear mind and his little Taoist boy, whose head was full of delicious food, enjoyed the spoils seized from the Japanese, including canned beef, canned fish, and canned pork.

In the next door Hutou Village, Li Yuexuan moved into the house where the old boss used to live and had a good sleep. He originally wanted to go to Qingfeng Temple to take a look, but thinking that the Taoist priests had not been back for several years and they should have a lot to say, he did not disturb them.

It is said that since these Taoist priests joined the guerrillas, they have trained hard and fought bravely, and they are still safe and sound. It is probably because the Three Pure Ones are blessing them! Li Yuexuan certainly hopes that these Taoist priests are alive and well, and it would be best if they all live to see the founding of New China, live to the new century, and live to the era when he came, so that he can see with his own eyes what the country he has worked hard for has developed into.

The next morning, the team set out again, heading back to Liangjia Village! Before leaving, a bag of about 50 kilograms of rice, a bag of 50 kilograms of flour, a bag of 50 kilograms of cornmeal, a bag of 50 kilograms of dried sweet potatoes, and 100 yuan of border area tickets paid by Li Yuexuan himself were delivered to Qingfeng Temple.

Logically speaking, the old Taoist priest and the little Taoist boy should be the dependents of the guerrillas, and they should be taken care of by themselves! Not only that, he also told the comrades who had been stationed in Hutou Village for a long time to ensure the safety of the transportation line that once there was danger, they must protect the safety of the Taoist priests.

At Qingfeng Temple, the little Taoist boy Haier stood still for a long time with tears in his eyes, watching his senior brothers and uncles going away. The old Taoist priest Yuan Xin standing beside him also stood quietly, reciting scriptures in his heart while watching the Taoist priests go away, leaving his reluctance and longing in his heart.

Seeing the team going farther and farther away, and no longer visible, the old Taoist priest stroked the little Taoist boy's head and said: "Haier, eat more, practice martial arts diligently, and grow up quickly. Although I am weak, I can still live another 20 years! When you grow up another two years, you can also join the team and follow the brothers to kill the Japanese pirates!"

"Kill the pirates?" Haier's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed: "Grandmaster, I have to guard the sect carefully. Master said that the Qingfeng Temple cannot be cut off from inheritance!"

"Nonsense! As long as I'm here, the inheritance will never be lost! It just so happens that we have enough food in our temple, let's go down the mountain and look for those unwanted children in the town, bring them back and raise them, and they will be your junior brothers!" said the old Taoist priest, patting Haier on the shoulder.

"But Master, the Eighth Route Government in this town has special cadres, and those unwanted orphans are being taken care of!" said the little Taoist boy.

"Well... then I'll tell their cadres to use Qingfeng Temple as a place to raise those orphans! Three Pure Ones, we can't just watch the suffering of the world continue like this! If there's a chance to save them, then we'll save them! Whether they can join our sect in the future depends entirely on fate!"

Qingfeng Temple was planning to recruit new Taoist children, and the news naturally reached the ears of the town's cadres. After confirming the news, more than 20 children who had lost their homes due to the war were sent to Qingfeng Temple. At the same time, corresponding food, cloth, cotton and other supplies as well as three veterans who were disabled due to injuries were also sent to Qingfeng Temple.

In this war-torn era, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, a group of homeless children, and three old soldiers with missing limbs, lived together under the watchful eyes of the Three Pure Ones...

When the voices at Qingfeng Temple increased again, Li Yuexuan and his group had already reached Ceyu Town, east of Liangjia Village. Because they had to take care of the truck team, they did not walk where they could walk before, so they took a long detour to get here. Of course, when they got here, they actually entered the heart of the guerrilla base. After all, the area controlled by the guerrillas had already been emptied of Dongyetou.

Not very familiar? Well, the location of Dongyetou is 18 kilometers south of Ceyu Town. And to the west of Ceyu Town is Qigen Village, which, like Ceyu Town, is one of the guerrilla bases. So, when it was about 5 miles away from Ceyu Town, the special forces who were exploring the way ahead heard the rumbling sound of horse hooves galloping from far away.

"Alert!" Tianchuan gathered everyone and they quickly rushed up the hillsides on both sides, aiming the assault rifles in their hands at the mountain road below, waiting for someone to come.

Then, the soldiers saw about 120 war horses rushing out from the northern hillside. The cavalrymen were all wearing camouflage uniforms and Eighth Route Army-style cotton hats on their heads. The earmuffs on both sides were buttoned down and covered the sides of their faces, leaving only a small area for the eyes, nose and mouth.

Although the cavalryman only showed a little bit of his face, Tian Chuan, who had good eyesight, could tell at a glance that the cavalryman in the front was his old comrade Hu Lanzhou. So, after a gesture to lift the alert, Tian Chuan appeared on the hillside, raised his right hand to Hu Lanzhou, and saluted.

"Stop, woo woo woo..." Hu Lanzhou stopped the cavalry and saluted Tian Chuan, then said happily: "Haha, Tian Chuan, I haven't seen you for more than a year. How are you, comrades? Where's the captain?"

"The captain is behind us. Let's not talk about anything else for now. Where are your orders?" Tianchuan stretched out his hand.

"Here, this is the order written by our Captain Zhao, asking our cavalry reconnaissance company to come and pick you up!" Hu Lanzhou took out the order from his arms and gave it to Tianchuan.

"That's right, it's the handwriting of our captain! All right, comrades, let's go home!" Tianchuan, who had been nervous all the way, finally relaxed his vigilance a little.

Needless to say, the cavalry company brought hundreds of civilians to help the first battalion and their group take the various supplies they brought to the Qigen Village garrison, and then headed west and finally returned to Liangjia Village. However, by the time they returned to Liangjia Village, it was already late at night.

"Haha, welcome home, comrades!" Outside Liangjia Village, which has expanded significantly, Zhao Danian looked at the team returning happily.

"Comrades, this is our captain, Comrade Zhao Danian. From now on, our First Battalion of the Guerrillas will return to our base!" Zheng Changfeng shouted to the soldiers.

"Okay, comrades, you have worked hard along the way. Let's not worry about anything else for now. The kitchen staff has made noodles with soybean paste tonight. Let's eat our fill first and then we can think of anything else!" Zhu Xingyu greeted with a smile.

Soon, the training ground in the east of the village became a temporary dining hall. In the biting cold wind, the soldiers returning home had a delicious meal of hand-rolled noodles with soybean paste, completing the welcome ceremony for their return home.

(End of this chapter)