Chapter 250 Reunion

At this moment, the four people were hiding on the deck and fighting with the Japanese soldiers who were rushing over.

Amid the sound of gunfire, I heard a loud "bang" behind me.

The distance was too close, and the strong air wave, with its scorching temperature, blew the four people away along with the Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards them, and everyone was knocked into the water.

Luo Jiu held the gun, and felt his body sinking rapidly. His ears were buzzing, and he seemed to be unable to hear anything.

She fired two shots in the water at the Japanese soldiers who were sinking with her. Suddenly, she felt someone grabbing her shoulder. She instinctively tried to grab the other person with her left hand. When she turned around, she saw a very familiar face.

So she let go and let the other person pull her up.

*

Fubao was blown to a tree more than ten meters high by the powerful explosion. When he opened his eyes, he felt nothing under his feet. Upon closer inspection, he found that he was hanging on a tree branch.

It was still dark, and she looked down in the light of the burning wreck, and saw corpses everywhere.

It is estimated that the Japanese suffered heavy casualties and were frightened. The remaining troops retreated to another nearby base and would not come to collect the bodies at least before dawn.

But what about our people?

Fubao tentatively called out softly, "Aunt? Second Aunt?"

There was silence below. She murmured, "Why didn't you wait for me? They all left."

She jumped down from the tree lightly and headed for the meeting place that had been arranged in advance.

*

The four people were pulled out of the water by the guerrillas and put on a horse-drawn carriage. Seven or eight villagers protected them and took them to a farmyard more than ten miles away.

The four of us looked at each other along the way, as if we had thousands of things to say, but we always stopped ourselves from speaking.

When they arrived at the yard, the two villagers drove the carriage away, and a young girl said to them, "Comrades, you can hide here for a while. Captain Zhu of our guerrilla team will go to find you some food."

"Captain Zhu?" Luo Jiu murmured, "Is it the elder sister who rescued me?"

"Yes! It's her. Our Captain Zhu's hometown is in the south. She is good at swimming. She taught our guerrillas how to swim." The girl said, opening the courtyard door, "Come in, this is her courtyard."

The small courtyard was not big, but it was kept very clean. There were two mud houses, and they were drafty everywhere.

It's so cold today, there's no difference between inside and outside.

The girl's name was Shuisheng. She was straightforward and quick-witted. She repeatedly asked them to go into the house to warm up. Then she immediately brought in a bundle of firewood and said with a smile, "I'll heat up the kang, and it won't be cold in a while. When the kang is warm, you can take off your clothes and dry them. Don't freeze if they're wet."

As she was speaking, there was a knock at the door outside.

The four of them looked towards the door at the same time, and saw a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties striding in.

She was wearing coarse cloth clothes with seven or eight patches of different colors on them.

She had just gone into the water and had been following behind the carriage for cover. At this moment, her face was red from the cold, her teeth were chattering, her face was weather-beaten, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, each line telling of the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of life.

But she asked them enthusiastically, “Comrades, are you cold?

This house is a bit shabby, I'm sorry to have bothered you.

You must be hungry, I got you something to eat."

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her wet cotton jacket and took out a few steamed buns wrapped in brown paper from her bosom. "Here."

This familiar scene was played out again, but everything and everyone was different.

The four of them shed tears and fell.

Zhu Jiumei looked at them and said, "Why are you crying? It's too cold, isn't it? I'll get some more firewood and it will warm up in a while."

She placed the steamed bread on the edge of the kang, pushed it inside, turned around and walked into the cold wind outside the house.

Luo Jiu wiped his tears and said hurriedly: "Don't go, we are not cold."

Feng Qi jumped to the ground swiftly and grabbed Zhu Jiumei, "Stop struggling. You're all wet. Come over here and warm yourself by the fire."

Zhu Jiumei was dragged back by her, with a somewhat awkward smile on her face, "We are in a remote and poor area here, and we don't have any extra cotton-padded jackets at home for you to change. I'm sorry that you have to suffer this at such a young age."

Calculated, Zhu Jiumei should be 35 years old now.

I don’t know how many hardships she has experienced in this time and space over the years.

Her face was the same as most people of that era, rough, dark yellow, and dark skinned, completely different from the Ninth Sister they had raised since childhood. Only the tenacity and indomitable spirit in her eyes were still dazzlingly present, even more powerful than that of a middle-aged person in another time and space.

In her eyes, these four girls looked to be in their early twenties, and they were very pretty and you could tell at a glance that they were well-educated.

She guessed that they were daughters of wealthy families, had read more books, and knew more than her, so they participated in the War of Resistance and did big things. They went to bomb the Japanese military port, and just a few people killed so many Japanese.

Zhu Jiumei really envied them. Looking at them sitting on the small earthen kang in her house with tears in their eyes, she thought that these girls had probably never experienced such hardship.

She wasn't jealous of them, she just felt sorry for them.

"Alas, I don't have much talent, so I only have these two shabby houses for you to stay in. Girl, please move away from the window. It's drafty there, don't let it get you."

The biting cold wind blew on her every night.

She no longer felt anything was a big deal, but looking at these young sisters, she felt pity for them and really hoped that all the wind, frost, rain and snow would not fall on them.

She claimed to be older and wanted to look after them like an elder.

But they didn't know that in another time and space, she was the child they raised.

They taught her to read and write, martial arts and marksmanship, how to march and fight, how to survive her menstrual period, and how to love herself.

Each of them had braided her hair, made ginger soup for her, held her hand, written and fired a gun.

When we first met, she was just eight years old.

The last time she said goodbye, she was also a young general who was less than 20 years old. She was successful at a young age, held great power, was in her prime, and stood among a group of soldiers, her brilliance was fully displayed.

Now that we meet again, she is already this age.

It would be fine if she was pampered, but looking at the rough knuckles on her hands, you can tell that she has suffered a lot.

Life in this world is so difficult. I wonder how she has struggled all these years to hold on until today.

When the four of them thought of this, their hearts broke and they couldn't control their tears.

Luo Jiu pulled her to sit down and said with all his strength, “Don’t worry, we brought our own bags with everything, and we are hiding nearby.

Yaoyao Jialing, you guys stay and talk to her for a while, Sister Qi and I are going to get something and will be back soon."

Cheng Yaoyao and Zhong Jialing took Zhu Jiumei, Shuisheng, Luo Jiu and Feng Qi and hurried out of the door.

The night wind blew along the way, and I suppressed my excitement.

The two drove to the designated meeting place and found Fubao sending a telegram in the car.

When Fubao saw them, he was immediately delighted. "I just sent a telegram to Jizhou to report the situation and to inquire about the news. I thought you were going to support the Taicheng battlefield."

Feng Qi touched the ice on his head and said, "We were blown into the water."

Fu Bao was startled and cursed angrily: "Damn little Japanese!"

Feng Qi chuckled, "We were blown up by you."

"Ah?" Fu Bao was stunned, "Then I didn't mean it."

Feng Qi patted her head and said, "Who blames you? But your explosion attracted all the guerrillas nearby. The guerrilla leader is an old acquaintance of ours, Ninth Sister."

"Ninth sister?" Fu Bao asked happily, "Where is she? I'll go see her."

Luo Jiu took the newly received telegram and looked at it, "Don't go yet, we will bring Jiu Mei back in two days, and we can see her every day in the future.

The battle of Taicheng is still going on. I think Commander Qin still hopes that we can provide some support.

You go over there, the two armies have just joined forces, and we need a legendary figure like you to lead them to a great victory and inspire them."

Fu Bao thought, "Then I'll go now, maybe I can catch up with the siege."

Fighting was more important, so she left the radio to the two of them and did not drive the car. She drove the Japanese plane directly to support Taicheng.

On the way, Fu Bao was thinking, although I am only a lieutenant colonel now, everyone calls me General Fu, and I am considered a well-known figure in the entire army.

Since my second mother asked me to lead the entire army to fight, I have to take the lead.

But it’s dark now, they won’t be able to see me even if I appear?

She pondered for a while and came up with an idea.

*

Outside Taicheng, our army was fighting with the devils. As Luo Jiu said, in order to cooperate with this sneak attack, the devils' ground forces quietly came out of the city and prepared to fight against Jizhou.

However, the Jizhou army ambushed on both sides in advance, took the initiative and caught the Japanese off guard.

The two sides started fighting, and when the battle was at a stalemate, the Red Army reinforcements arrived and immediately joined the battle.

Wei Sanbao followed Qin Gang, and the two of them were at the command center, looking confused.

Wei Sanbao: "Where did the friendly forces get these weapons? Are there any Mi-style or Yi-style weapons? Do they have so much international aid?"

Qin Gang thought for a moment, "I haven't heard that they have established relations with so many countries. Even if there is international aid, it is probably brought in from abroad by Commander Luo and his team."

They didn't know that this was not the aid that Luo Jiu and his team had pulled in, but the aid they had stolen.

In the ground battle, we occupied the advantageous terrain in advance and seized the initiative, but the city gate tower was not so easy to break through.

This was a tough battle. Qin Gang looked at the large-caliber heavy artillery mounted on the gate of Taicheng and felt secretly frightened.

"Fortunately," he tried to comfort everyone, "Fortunately Commander Luo and his team's Liangang operation was successful. The Japanese lost the cover of the aircraft, so it is not so difficult to fight them now."

Before he finished speaking, everyone heard the humming sound of an approaching propeller. Looking over, they saw a Japanese military plane suddenly appear in the sky above Taicheng.

The scout shouted: "Hide! Hide! Be careful of enemy bombing!"

Qin Gang hurriedly said: "Don't be afraid! The Japanese military plane has been destroyed, maybe there are our people inside!"

As they were speaking, the Japanese military plane had already dropped three bombs on the Taicheng city wall, blowing the Japanese soldiers on the city wall flying everywhere.

Qin Gang was overjoyed, "Look, what did I say?"

But just as he finished speaking, the Japanese raised their guns and shot the plane, causing black smoke to come out. The plane turned upside down and crashed onto the top of Taicheng City.

With a bang, an explosive ignition occurred.