Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 2) "I" Zhang Songling was stunned. For a moment, I really couldn't make up my mind. To be fair, the leaders at all levels in the Eighth Division treated him well, especially the leaders of the 24th Regiment where he was. They treated him very well. He almost obeyed every plan he made. In addition, leading regular troops to fight against the Japanese was far more efficient than leading guerrillas. Over the past few months, he had a feeling of being at ease in both big and small battles. He no longer felt like he did in the past. On the grassland, almost every battle was on the verge of life and death. However, just a second or two later, the kind face of the old captain Wang Huzi appeared in front of him again. In the month before his death, the old man gave him all the combat experience he had accumulated throughout his life without reservation. , and also taught him step by step how to deal with the daily affairs of the guerrillas, how to deal with external and internal pressures and challenges, how to win in a complex environment, how to be a great person, and how to turn the weak Blackstone guerrillas into The wildfire will be passed down until one day it can ignite the entire grassland. "I, I personally think that I am more suitable to work on the grassland." Looking up at Wang Yuanyin's eyes, Zhang Songling said a little apologetically, "I like horseback riding and the weather. The vast natural environment of the highlands, and the relationship with other comrades of the Black Stone Guerrilla Force have always been there.¡± ¡°I knew you would say this a long time ago.¡± Wang Yuanyin shook his head and sighed softly, ¡°Old Su¡¯s eyes are poisonous, as early as a few days ago. He took over you years ago, and I couldn¡¯t even poach him, alas.¡± Zhang Songling was a little embarrassed to be told that, and quickly added with a blushing face, ¡°I, I lived a very happy life during my time in the Eighth District. , I, I have always kept in mind the high regard that several leaders have for me, but, after all, I came from the Chabei Army Division, so to that side, "Okay, no need to explain, any further explanation would be hypocritical." Wang Yuanyin. He quickly regained his smile and waved his hand gently, "Since you have decided to go back to Chabei, Commander Chang and I must respect your opinion and go back to clean up. There will be a main battalion there the day after tomorrow to help. Lao Su consolidates the base, you can go with them. " "You, you are looking for me for these two things." Hearing this, Zhang Songling was stunned again, looked at Wang Yuanyin's eyes, and asked hesitantly. Obtaining a diploma and deciding where to go after graduation are both important, but they are not so important that there is no need to delay. However, Political Commissar Wang told himself to come over overnight. This was also very different from what he had learned about Political Commissar Wang's behavior. A little more. "You kid! Don't be so careful." Wang Yuanyin quickly noticed Zhang Songling's suspicion, laughed and shook his head, "I planned to wait for you to reach the gate before calling you back. Hey, let you do it I don't have any sense of accomplishment at all. Well, I won't bore you. The day after tomorrow, not only will the main force of a battalion go to Chabei, but also 21 students from the south will accompany them. Your task is , brought a platoon of cavalry from the Chabei Army Division, and wore civilian clothes to cover the twenty-one students as they continued northward, passing through Zhangjiakou, Chifeng, and Heishizhai, and escorted them to the fork of the Xiaojilin River on the Xilin Gol grassland. When they get there, our underground traffic officers will take over and continue to escort them northward. ""Go northward," Zhang Songling finally felt a little exhausted and repeated in a low voice with her eyes widened. "Well, I went to the Soviet Union to study and learn the production and maintenance technology of industrial equipment." There was no need for Zhang Songling to keep secrets. Wang Yuanyin, political commissar of the Eighth District, nodded and responded in a lowered voice, "The central government has always believed that our country has repeatedly failed in the past hundred years. Being bullied by foreign powers and the decay of the ruling class is only one of the main reasons. Failure to catch up with the tide of the industrial revolution is another important reason. Therefore, we must successively send a group of aspiring young people to study in industrial countries and prepare to start construction after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. "Our own modern industrial system." "This idea is really long-term. Even an "intellectual" like Zhang Songling, who has received a formal high school education, is impressed. It's a pity that he has put down his textbooks for many years, otherwise, maybe, This time I can also follow along to learn more. Just as he was sighing inwardly, he heard Wang Yuanyin continue to say: "Not only will the Soviet Union send some people, but the United Kingdom and the United States will also send some people one after another. Originally, this group of people was going to go to Suiyuan, but Fu Zuoyi's side is the closest. Hey, you guys are here. Listen to me, don't slip away, let's put the ugly words at the front, you guys have to protect them on the road, otherwise, if something happens to someone, even if Lao Su protects his shortcomings, your three hundred dollars will be indispensable Big board." "Yes, I promise to complete the task." Zhang Songling was shocked when he heard this, and immediately put away his confused thoughts and stood at attention. "You must guarantee it." Wang Yuanyin returned the salute solemnly and emphasized in a low voice, "Go, say goodbye to the comrades in the secret service company when you go back, and then come back to my place to gather. What weapons do you need to bring, whether it is a long or short weapon or a bullet grenade? You can make a report, I willAccording to the approval. " "Thank you, chief. "Zhang Songling quickly saluted again, and then trotted out. The two days were short or long, and he was really nervous about saying goodbye to his comrades. Early on the third day, he took The Japanese sabers and war horses presented by all the comrades of the special agent company returned to the Eighth Division Headquarters of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Base Area. After another day of delay, they reunited with a group of people who needed cover and headed north together with him. They are all about the same size, and their families are relatively well-to-do in the local area, so they can find a lot in common with him, Captain Zhang. Especially when crossing the Great Wall, I heard Zhang Songling casually narrate a few ancient allusions, and I felt even more excited. The college students, feeling resentful that they had met each other late, gathered around Zhang Songling's horse and asked, "Brother Zhang, was he a student before he joined the army? Where did he study?" "Judging from your accent, it sounds like you're from Shandong. No matter how hard you fight the Japanese, they've been beaten beyond the Great Wall." "The stories just now are from "History of Ming Dynasty. Food and Huo Zhi". You have read so many books. " "It's not much. I was reading randomly and miscellaneously, and I happened to remember these few paragraphs. "Zhang Songling waved his hands and smiled modestly. Looking at this group of youthful students, he seemed to see himself taking the train north. Unfortunately, no one organized them to sing "Flowers in May" along the way. ¡·. "How could it be possible to read the history of the Ming Dynasty in such detail? "Young students tend to be serious. A girl with a round face and short hair quickly found a flaw in Zhang Songling's words, "Brother Zhang must have imitated Ban Dingyuan back then. He didn't want to see the country broken, so he joined the army. " "Yes, Brother Zhang is a Confucian general at first glance!" Another girl from the Wang Puppet-occupied area had her eyes flickering, full of admiration for heroes, "It is different from many people. " "Have you ever seen a Confucian general as black as me? "Zhang Songling was amused by the big-eyed girl's words, and asked with a smile. After so many years in the army, this was the first time he met a girl with a life and education background that was very similar to his own, and he was instinctively willing to chat more with her. "Why, how come there isn't? The big-eyed girl was stunned by the question and argued unconvincingly, "Chang Yuchun in the Ming Dynasty is not, Xu Da in the Ming Dynasty is not, Hu Yanqing in the legend is not, no, no, the legend does not count, the official history does not count " "Okay, Yang Liu, don't bother, how can the appearance of military commanders be recorded in history books? Seeing that the big-eyed girl couldn't give an example, the other students hurriedly helped in a low voice. "Why is there no record? It must be there. It's just that I don't study as well as Zhang Lianchang. So, that's why I can't remember it. Wait until there is one." I will definitely find it if I look through it again in time. "The big-eyed girl looked at Zhang Songling. The more she looked, the more she felt that the bronze face was full of masculinity. Even the scars on her neck and the back of her hands became mysterious, as if they were related to the stories of magnificent mountains and rivers. In early spring, the top of the head The sun above was a little bit poisonous. Zhang Songling's face was burned by the sunlight and the gaze. He quickly turned his head away, trying not to meet his big eyes. Unexpectedly, this obvious shy behavior actually aroused the excitement of others in the team. The narrow-minded girls tilted their mouths and joked in a low voice: "Yang Liu, go find it quickly. If you look through the history books, you will definitely find a hero who looks similar to Captain Zhang. " "Yeah, if it doesn't work, just write one yourself. "Someone stuck out his tongue and bit the word "write" very clearly. "You, you bad people. "The girl with big eyes, Yang Liu, completely turned into a peach blossom. She raised her fist and chased and beat the classmate who was joking. "Hey,,, hello,,, Captain Zhang, someone violated the discipline and beat the classmate. "The girls parried and shouted at Zhang Songling, laughing together. Although the big-eyed Yang Liu felt that he was in love with Zhang Songling, how could he withstand such a straightforward joke? He stopped and tears came back and forth in his eyes. The round-faced girl saw her spinning around, and quickly stepped forward and hugged her shoulders, loudly helping her, and quickly whispering, "Ignore them, these heartless guys, the history books are all written by literati, of course they won't Write the generals too specifically. " "I just, I just want to say that the image of a Confucian general is not necessarily a white-faced scholar. "The big eyes were aggrieved and shy. He secretly glanced at Zhang Songling, whose face was also red, and defended in a low voice. "Of course, it's definitely not. "The round-faced girl acted as an ally to the big-eyed Yangliu very generously, and said firmly, "The ancient heroes rode on horseback every day and were exposed to the wind and sun. It is impossible for them to be like in the novel, with red lips and white teeth, and a face like Fu fan. " "Bah, disgusting. "He pointed his big eyes at the ground, spat fiercely, and laughed through his tears, "That's an actor, how could he be a military general? Storytellers have never seen the world, so they can talk about military generals.Like an actor, how could a real hero charging into battle in an army of thousands of horses grow up to be that kind of sissy? " "That's right, my father said that actors and actresses were a profession that could be played around with in the past. If a family had an actor, their parents and brothers would not be able to hold their heads high in front of others. Only in modern times, when the country's fortunes are not good, right and wrong are reversed. , only then some people worship actors as heroes. "The girl with a round face secretly glanced at Zhang Songling and whispered to help the big eyes. "Both of them are from relatively conservative family backgrounds. Although they were affected by the communist movement, they still have a deep-rooted attitude toward those in the entertainment industry. Discrimination, such obviously prejudiced remarks, caused dissatisfaction among many people in the industry. They all frowned and retorted in a low voice: "Xu Fang, Yang Liu, how can you say that? Actors are also working people, how can they It has become a profession that can be played around by others. Besides, in modern Western countries, actors are all big stars and are more popular than the president in public places. We are all here to learn modern Western culture. How can we still hold on to old ideas? put,. " "I, I just said, they are not heroes. " "Anyway, I think you can like their plays, but people who like them are just stupid. "The two girls were unconvinced and stomped their feet in response. "In an instant, the topic of concern among the students quickly shifted from the specific image of ancient military commanders to the status of the profession of actor. Zhang Songling wiped his sweat and quickly took advantage of the opportunity. Running away, he asked himself that he was not a scholar general, and he had no relationship with heroes. He knew that there were many battles waiting for him ahead, so he did not dare to do so for the time being, and he had no time to have romantic dreams, even if it was just for a few days. , it is too luxurious for a person like him who spends his days wallowing between life and death.