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Volume 1 Homeless Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 2)

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    Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 2) The Japanese who were sent to guard the coal station on the railway line were definitely not top-notch elites. Not only did they have poor combat effectiveness, they were also not very interested in the "Jade Broken" spirit that the top brass of the Japanese army had been instilling.  When the situation was over, they all put down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.  At this time, the secret agent company could be considered a "big fortune". It captured more Japanese prisoners than it had captured in the previous months combined, and it also obtained two intact Type 92 heavy machine guns, which greatly made up for the loss.  The defect of its own heavy firepower is insufficient.  In addition to his joy, company commander Zhao Baoquan had no intention of embarrassing the puppet soldiers who took the initiative to open the door for the spy company. He first gathered them and taught them a few words, and then ordered the station elder Gu to take out a meal from the captured Japanese and puppet soldiers' food money.  With a pen, each puppet soldier was given a severance pay of five yuan. This move immediately moved the puppet soldiers who originally thought that they would shed a layer of skin even if they were not dead, to tears. A small number of them cried bitterly on the spot.  People requested to join the Eighth Route Army.  In the short half year since the Hundred Regiments War began, the Eighth Route Army itself had suffered heavy losses and was in urgent need of replenishment of troops. Therefore, Zhao Baoquan was not polite and would not refuse the puppet troops who requested to join the Eighth Route Army. After all, these people had to go through a lot after joining the regiment.  After a long period of training, they will be assigned to front-line combat units. Political commissars at all levels will teach them through words and deeds, so they will not have to worry about getting rid of their original bad habits.  After collecting the puppet troops, it was getting late. Zhao Baoquan and Zhang Songling took the prisoners, carried the guns, ammunition and office supplies taken from the coal filling station, and quickly evacuated. Before leaving, they even lit a dozen fires.  , burning all the fuel in the coal filling station.  Everyone rushed all night under the stars in the sky, and finally returned to the temporary station of the 24th Regiment at about one o'clock in the morning. Instructor Wang Liang had already prepared steaming sorghum porridge and corn flour steamed buns with the cooking platoon for the triumphant victory.  The returning warriors replenished their strength.  While everyone was busy eating supper, Wang Liang quietly tugged on Zhang Songling's clothes and whispered in a low voice: "In the evening, the military branch called you and asked you to come back immediately.  "Come to the headquarters." "Military division, what's going on? Did they say anything? It's already this time. Is it appropriate for me to go there now?" Zhang Songling was stunned and asked in a low voice while holding half of the steamed bun.  "I don't know." Instructor Wang Liang shook his head slightly. "It seems that Political Commissar Wang wants to see you. Don't worry about time. Political Commissar Wang is a workaholic. For him, staying up late is commonplace." "Then I'll go there right now.  "Zhang Songling finished the sorghum porridge in the bowl in three gulps, grabbed half of the steamed buns, and strode out the door. After walking a few steps, he heard the instructor Wang Liang shouting from behind, "Ride the communication class.  Go and return the horse to them when you come back. It's safe along the way from here to the headquarters. Just pay more attention to your steps." "Oh," Zhang Songling agreed in a low voice and hurried to the communications class to borrow the horse.  , his riding skills were ranked among the top three in the entire 24th Regiment, so he didn¡¯t care about riding a war horse on the night journey. He ran at full speed for more than half an hour, and finally arrived before two o¡¯clock in the middle of the night.  The headquarters of the Jizhong Military Division of the Eighth Route Army.  "The password." As soon as he entered the village, the war horse was stopped by the sentry on duty, and he exchanged the password with a serious face.  "Dingyuan." Zhang Songling knew that this was the rule of the military division, jumped off his mount, held the lantern in front of him, and responded seriously.  "It must be Company Commander Zhang." With the help of the light, Xiao Lu, the guard platoon leader who led the night patrol, recognized Zhang Songling's identity, raised his hand and saluted, and said with a smile: "Hurry in, Political Commissar Wang specially told you to  As soon as you arrive, go directly to the headquarters to find him. I'll find someone to help you deliver it to the logistics department. You can pick it up yourself when you get back.  Turning on the lantern, he walked towards the rural temple that served as the headquarters. At the same time, he became more and more curious in his heart. What happened to Political Commissar Wang of the military division?  Kou's "shooting first and questioning later" incident was reported, or the military academy recruited him back to continue his studies. Judging from the current situation, the massive "Hundred Regiments War" has reached its final stage, like  It is no longer necessary for the military academy students who came down like this to stay in the front-line army. If they return to the Anti-Japanese University one day earlier, they can finish their studies one day earlier and return to the original old army one day earlier.  Zhengxin Ma Youjuan was thinking, and suddenly another warm greeting came to his ears, "Is it Company Commander Zhang? Over here, the political commissar is having a meeting with the commander. He asked you to go to the office and wait for him for a while." Zhang Songling raised his head when he heard the sound.  Seeing the friendly smile of the propaganda section chief Zhang Maijun, "The commander and the political commissar are having a meeting. Is there going to be another big battle? If it doesn't violate discipline, Lao Zhang, can you reveal some internal information to me?"After meeting the political commissar, I might as well ask him for a tassel on behalf of our company commander.  " "There are not so many big battles to fight.  Zhang Maijun, the head of the propaganda section, glanced at Zhang Songling and shook his head with a smile, "You little fat guy, you are still so energetic after fighting all night. You need to shrink your defenses soon to prevent the little devil from being beaten and bitten."  With our front-line troops hanging on, I guess the commander and political commissar are meeting to study how to transfer the troops, where to focus on protection, and to abandon those areas.  " He and Zhang Songling were in the same family five hundred years ago. Recently, they have been on the front line a lot because of collecting materials for fighting heroes, so they are very familiar with the fat little guy in front of them.  The series of glorious deeds he has done in the spy company in the past month are all well known. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right.  "Zhang Songling responded in a low voice. Although he had expected this stage, he still felt a little disappointed in his heart. The logistics supply of the Eighth Route Army was too difficult. In launching this "Hundred Regiments War", almost all his family wealth was bet.  Chu Ya has persisted until now and has already performed exceptionally. If he continues, it will not only be difficult to expand the results, but also what he won from the Japanese will probably be taken back by the other side with profits. ¡°Don¡¯t be so frustrated.  "Zhang Maijun patted his shoulder with his hand and said with a smile as he walked towards Political Commissar Wang's office, "Relax and relax is the way to use troops. Let's retreat to the mountains to accumulate strength. Sooner or later we will fight again.  That day, but you, Little Fatty Zhang, will probably be more than just a trainee company commander next time. I just happened to go over to your place and have a good interview with you, how did you grow up as the winner of the Special Medal for Killing Heroes?  .  " " Section Chief Zhang made fun of me again.  Zhang Songling's face turned slightly red after being told that, and she quickly smiled and waved her hand, "I'm not the only one who has won the medal for killing enemies in the Eighth Division. Whose deeds are not more outstanding than mine? You should seize the time to interview them and ensure that you can get another full promotion."  Chaji's notification and reward.  " "Okay, you boy, you have a way of fighting, and your skill in praising others is even better than fighting.  "This time, it was Zhang Maijun's turn to blush, wave his hands, smile and scold, "Go inside and wait. Don't move the documents on the desk. I'll get you a basin of hot water. You can take a good soak.  foot.  " "No, no, I haven't washed my socks for several days, but I don't dare put poison gas in the political commissar's office.  "How dare Zhang Songling ask the propaganda section chief of a military division to wash his feet? He quickly ran into the house and pressed the washbasin firmly with his hands. "Besides, it's all in vain. I have to ride on horseback later."  When I returned, I was covered in dirt from head to toe.  " "Then I'll get you a basin of hot water to wash your face.  "Zhang Maijun was very serious and stretched out his hand to grab the basin, "In case the political commissar doesn't recognize you when he sees you.  " "No, I really don't need it. My face is dark, and it doesn't look dirty even if it's a little earthy. On the contrary, it can block the wind.  "While he was tugging and tugging, footsteps could be heard outside the door. Wang Yuanyin, political commissar of the Eighth Division of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, opened the straw curtain and walked in with a smile, "Whose face is so dark? You can't even see the dirt on it.  If he didn't come out, Bao Gong, the black man of the Song Dynasty, wouldn't be like this.  "(Note 1) "Political commissar.  Zhang Songling and Zhang Maijun heard this and quickly put down the washbasin and raised their hands to salute. Wang Yuanyin raised his hand to return the salute to the two of them, and then continued to say with a smile: "Here comes the little fat man. Did the fight go well today? I  I heard from Xiao Wang that you and Lao Zhao took people to blow up the Japs train again. Why, the train was blown up and several Japs were killed.  " "It's over.  Zhang Songling organized his language slightly and reported loudly, "Blowing up a railway bridge, a Type 95 armored patrol vehicle, and a military train specifically for transporting clothes and medicines, probably killed more than forty Japanese."  Then the supplies were handed over to local comrades, who would soon organize fellow villagers to transport them back to the military subdivision.  " "Okay, I just told the commander that you, Fatty Zhang, never do business at a loss. No, everyone will have new clothes to wear soon.  Wang Yuanyin's eyes lit up and he praised happily. However, his eyes soon fell on Zhang Songling's military uniform. He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Why, get yourself a puppet army first."  We are wearing clothes, but this is a bit too anxious. Although according to the regulations, you are even qualified to deal with the loot first, you still have to go through the formalities." "No, no.  Zhang Songling quickly interrupted in a low voice, "Old Zhao and I saw the uniforms of the puppet army in the car, so we made a plan. I will lead a platoon brother pretending to be a Japanese road convoy to run ahead, and he will lead the other two  The platoon, as well as the county brigade that cooperated with us in the battle, pursued us all the way to Sankeshu coaling station, tricked the gate open, and eliminated the Japanese and puppet troops inside.  " "Sankeshu Coal Refueling Station!" Wang Yuanyin was shocked. He pulled out a document from his desk and flipped through it quickly, "You mean the one on the Pinghan Line? Okay, you fat man, you are getting more and more courageous.  Big, ?How dare you attack even heavily-garrisoned strongholds? How many Japanese were eliminated? Did your special agent company suffer much loss?  " "Not big, not big. When the secret service company was blowing up the bridge, four comrades were hit by machine guns on the patrol car and died on the spot. In the rest of the battle, they basically suffered no losses, especially in the  When attacking the Sankeshu Coaling Station, the underground staff inside cooperated and it was almost impossible to defeat them without any loss of life.  "Zhang Songling thought about it again and responded with a bit of pride. "That's good, that's good.  "Wang Yuanyin clapped his hands happily. The Eighth Route Army's ability to attack difficult situations is not that bad at the moment. Therefore, when arranging combat missions, the headquarters tries not to require front-line troops to attack Japanese strongholds with adequate defense facilities. However, the people below can create a miracle. Still  As a political commissar, he felt inexplicably excited, especially since this miracle was created without many casualties. It made people want to happen several times every day and never stop. However, thinking of Zhang Songling's past military divisions.  Political Commissar Wang couldn't help but feel wary of the vicious rumors being suppressed. He hesitated and tried in a very low voice, "Are you taking prisoners? You won't tell me again that all the little Japs would rather die than surrender, holding grenades."  Just commit suicide.  " "This, this" Zhang Songling scratched his scalp in embarrassment and hesitated for a while before responding loudly, "Report to the political commissar, there is no such thing this time! The coal filling station is stationed in the third-rate troops of little devils, and they don't have much Chinese on their hands.  Human blood, so they did not commit suicide in collective fear of crime this time. Except for a few stubborn ones, everyone else was captured by the spy company and escorted to the military subdivision after dawn.  " "How many people are there and are they worthy of interviews?  "Zhang Junmai was feeling itchy when he heard this, and couldn't help but interject in a low voice. "There are probably more than fifty, Lao Zhao is in charge, I didn't count carefully.  "Zhang Songling frowned and recalled for a few seconds before reporting a rough figure. As a very traditional soldier, he didn't look down on those who raised their hands to surrender, even if those who chose to surrender were little Japs, so he never put much energy into capturing prisoners.  It¡¯s the same thing this time. ¡°You little guy.  Wang Yuanyin heard this and shook his head with Zhang Maijun, "Everything is fine, but the murderous intent is too strong. Fortunately, we don't have many pedantic people in the eighth district. Otherwise, you will suffer."  " "Thank you, political commissar, for blocking me.  "There is a saying that you don't need a heavy hammer to play a drum. When Zhang Songling heard this, he immediately guessed some of his previous actions. It was not that the senior management of the district did not know about it, but he chose to turn a blind eye. "Actually, I did this.  It¡¯s not that they are too murderous. Those guys who are covered in blood debt may not be able to be successfully reformed if they are captured. Instead, they have to be careful about committing suicide. It is better to give them a happy life and save money." "Okay, there are some words, don't talk nonsense.  Wang Yuanyin glared at him and shook his head helplessly, "Sooner or later, you will cry. Let's not talk about it today. I came to you for two main things. First, based on your academic performance and internship during school.  During this period, the principal of Kangda University asked me to inform you that you have officially graduated and do not need to return to school. Your graduation certificate and badge have been sent to you.  "Thank you, political commissar, thank you to the leaders of the Anti-Japanese War!" Zhang Songling was overjoyed and responded repeatedly. "The second thing" Wang Yuanyin looked at him, with some expectation in his eyes, "The Hundred Regiment War officially ended this month. Regarding your future,  I need to ask for your personal opinion on the arrangement. I hope you stay at the Eighth Division Operations Staff Office, but Lao Su from the Chabei Military Division wants you to report back to him immediately. Where exactly are you going? Zhang Songling, I hope you will think it over carefully before proceeding.  Give me an answer.  ¡± Note 1: Wang Yuanyin, political commissar of the Eighth Division of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, was an outstanding cadre with student background. During the May Day raids in 1942, he was surrounded by the Japanese army. He was seriously injured and committed suicide with a gun. Two others died in the same raid.  There are more than a thousand soldiers including Tan Bin, commander of the 13th regiment, Chang Deshan, commander of the military region, Wang Wei, political commissar of the 30th regiment, and Xiao Zhiguo, deputy commander of the regiment.
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