July 23, 1943, at around 2:00 p.m.
Zaonan County (now Zaoqiang County southern part) The puppet policeman Jin San, wearing a police uniform, rode a semi-new Oriental car, and made a German-made one. He was rushing back to the county town from Juanzi Town.
At this moment, he was riding on the road between Xiaochenzhuang and Yangliuzhuang. The road was lined with sorghum fields. The deep silence on the road in the afternoon and the dense sorghum poles on both sides made Jin San feel inexplicably palpitations.
When I thought that there were often guerrillas in the eighth district on the south side of the highway, Jin San couldn't help but step up a few times, wanting to pass this section of the road as soon as possible.
However, I came whatever I was afraid of. I wanted to ride away quickly, but I didn't expect that the car would break at this moment.
After several "gada" sounds, the bicycle under Jin San's body was spinning as if it had lost its strength, slipping, but the bicycle could no longer move forward.
Jin San jumped out of the car and saw that the chain of the car had already drooped. There was no choice but to park the car by the side of the road, then squatted on the road and started to repair it.
The scorching sun in midsummer shines on the earth, and the steaming summer air mixed with the dust on the road, making Jin San's back, which was already wet with sweat, even more uncomfortable.
Jin San whispered to the bad luck while fiddling with the chain of the car, and his attention was all focused on the car in front of him.
He didn't notice that at this moment, among the sorghum bushes behind him, a sickle quietly pushed a few sorghum stalks away, and the people inside were hesitating whether to rush out.
Liu Shuanglin, who was hiding in the sorghum bushes, did not specifically lie here. On that day, he sent information from Yangliuzhuang back to Xiaochenzhuang. Because the weather was as hot as steaming and roasting, in order to cooler, he walked along the path between the sorghum fields and walked back through the shortcuts.
However, when he was about to walk to the side of the road, he suddenly found a fat pseudo-police squatting on the side of the road, focusing on repairing his bicycle.
Liu Shuanglin stopped and looked out with his breath. His eyes quickly fell on the other party's waist. The shiny short gun shone with a different luster in the sun. As Liu Shuanglin looked at it, his heart couldn't help but jump up "thump, thump".
Although Liu Shuanglin is not very old, he has been following the guerrillas in the past few years, but because he is only seventeen years old, the captain asked him to be responsible for his daily work in conveying intelligence.
On weekdays, I always see other teammates in the team carrying guns to kill traitors and ambushing them. They are majestic, but in my hands, they are still the same red tassel gun .
During the Anti-Japanese War, there was a shortage of guns in the guerrillas, and I could understand this situation myself, but having a gun was always an indelible dream that lingered in Liu Shuanglin's heart.
At this moment, the gun is in front of you. There is no one on the road except Jin San, which is a good opportunity to seize the gun.
After making up his mind, Liu Shuanglin rushed out in one step, and used a sickle to push Jin San's back, and roared in a low voice:
"Rise up your hand!"
This bolt from the blue made Jin San shivering. He felt a hard object behind him. Jin San had no time to think too much and subconsciously thought of - gun .
"Don't shoot, I surrender!" Jin San trembled, raised his hand obediently, and stood up tremblingly.
Liu Shuanglin, behind him, immediately pulled away the pistol from the other party's waist, then took two steps back, opened the trigger, and pointed the muzzle at Jin San.
At this time, Jin San also turned around tremblingly. He originally thought that the person who attacked him must be a tall and powerful guerrilla.
However, when he looked up, he found that the person standing in front of him was a grass-cutting boy holding a sickle. His heart, which had just been raised in his throat, couldn't help but let go of it.
"Child, you are looking for death, I will give me a gun, but if I don't, I will beat you to death!" Jin San's face turned red and he shouted ferociously.
"Look at whom to beat whom first?" Liu Shuanglin raised his gun and responded without fear.
"If you dare to shoot, the Imperial Army will hear it..." Jin San pointed to the direction of the county town and threatened.
"Before they came, you must have died, and it would be useless if you came!"
Jin San gradually calmed down at this time. He glanced at Liu Shuanglin's posture of holding a gun and found that the young man had received formal training in holding a gun. Then he subconsciously gave up the idea of retrieving the gun, just thinking about running away and running away to escape.
Jin San was lucky and felt that the little eighth party in front of him would definitely not shoot easily, so he turned around and pedaled hard, trying to escape by riding his bike. However, he forgot that his car had not been repaired yet.
The next second, with a "slam" sound, Jin San and his car overturned in the sorghum field beside the road. Seeing this, Liu Shuanglin hurriedly ran up and rode on the other party's body. He grabbed the other party's collar with his left hand, raised the handle of the gun with his right hand and slapped the other party's nose.
"Bang, bang!" With just two strokes, Jin San made a nosebleed and fainted.
Just as Liu Shuanglin was about to drag Jin San into the sorghum field and then go to Xiaochenzhuang to call people, a bicycle bell with "ding bell, ding bell" suddenly came not far from the highway.
Liu Shuanglin looked up and saw that not far away, two plainclothes spies were riding from the direction of Zaonan County. He had just knocked out the pseudo policeman and encountered the spies here.
This accident really made Liu Shuanglin feel a little tricky. What should I do? There was not much cover on the road, and the other party must have seen the situation on his side. Liu Shuanglin wanted to escape, but he was reluctant to leave the results of the bicycle and prisoners next to him. And if it was exposed, the other party had a gun and really chased him, it was not certain whether he could survive.
The situation made people feel at a loss, but Liu Shuanglin was still very heavy. He thought for a moment, then threw the gun into the sorghum field beside the highway, and then took the initiative to meet him, and ran and cried to the two spies, saying:
"Two gentlemen, come and help me, my uncle drank too much, and carried me home. He just fell into the ditch and his face was broken. You can do it, please help me to send him to the hospital."
These two plainclothes spies obviously had a task, but stopped and glanced at Jin San lying in the sorghum field from a distance, and then cursed impatiently:
"Get out, I'm not caring about other people's business, I'll go to the police station in the city to ask someone to carry him!" Then the two picked up the car and ran away with smoke.
Liu Shuanglin watched the two walk away, then untied Jin San's belt, tied each other's arms tightly, and then slowly dragged the other party to the depths of the sorghum field like pulling a dog to death...
In those years of war, there were countless grassroots heroes. They rose up in the dark, but eventually disappeared into the long river of history. Although these stories hidden in the long river of history are little known, they are still an indispensable part of the magnificent picture of people's war back then.
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Reference materials: "Zaoqiang County Literary and Historical Materials"
