Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Twelve Middle School) "Bah, bah, bah, you're so good, why are you cursing yourself?" Listening to Zhou Heizi's words becoming more and more outrageous, Zhang Songling quickly interrupted. "I'm just stating a fact. Could it be that if something happens to me one day, you can really turn a blind eye." Zhou Heizi tilted his neck and glanced at Fang Guoqiang, seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied. In his heart, everything was going on right now. The trouble was all caused by this square coffin who couldn't even laugh. If it weren't for the latter using chicken feathers as arrows, the relationship between the independent battalion and the guerrillas would never be as stiff as it is now. The Japanese would not find an opportunity to take advantage of them and try their best to cause trouble for the guerrillas. Of course, Brother Long would not be injured. "Ask, ask, can I help you with your feces and urine when I get to your hospital bed?" Zhang Songling glared at him fiercely and responded angrily, "I've seen people fighting over food and clothing, but I've never seen people fighting over injuries. , Lao Fang, let¡¯s go and send a telegram to the military division, asking this guy to stay in the ward to serve Brother Long, so that he won¡¯t have to sit around and think too much.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go, Battalion Commander Zhou, Medical Officer Li, we¡¯ll see you at dinner later.¡± "After being regarded as the culprit for many days in a row, Fang Guoqiang was already a little numb. He nodded to Zhou Heitan and Dr. Li with a smile, turned around and left. Seeing this, Zhang Songling had to follow quickly and explained in a low voice: "Old Fang, don't take it to your heart. Zhou Heizi is this kind of person. He never speaks out of his mind." Fang Guoqiang smiled miserably and shook his head gently, "He What you said is actually correct. I really don¡¯t understand the friendship between the three of you. Not only do I not understand you, but I also care about our guerrillas and the local situation. To a certain extent, I am like An outsider, unlike you." "Old Fang, Old Fang!" Zhang Songling was anxious and quickly interrupted in a low voice, "What you said is serious. No one in the entire guerrilla group has ever regarded you as an outsider, not even Qilin. "People around the mountain, mention your political commissar." "I'm not complaining about you, I'm talking about myself." Before he could express his meaning clearly, Fang Guoqiang had already taken over the topic, "Everyone really doesn't regard me as an outsider. , has given me a lot of support over the past year, especially Brother Long, who supports my work at almost any cost. However, I myself have not taken root. I neither understand the local customs nor the local customs. The complex situation inside and outside the guerrillas, I always want to copy the experiences I said, and then, alas, "You have done enough." Zhang Songling disagreed with Fang Guoqiang's self-criticism. He shook his head and responded in a low voice, "It took you less than a year to turn the Blackstone guerrilla zone into a Blackstone base, and turn the earthen workshops at the foot of the mountain into factories, allowing us to provide products to the outside world. From a few items to more than twenty, the guerrillas are basically self-sufficient in terms of food and military pay, and the size of the team is also larger than before. "Listen to me, don't interrupt," Fang Guoqiang frowned. , took over the topic again, "Those are all because you and the late Captain Wang laid a solid foundation. The little devils have not dared to leave the city for more than a year, and it is all because you and the 93rd Regiment teamed up to defeat them. I just happened to catch up with a good time." "How could it be a coincidence? If it were someone else, would he know more than you? Or he must be better than you." It's because he knows the other person. Zhao Tianlong felt guilty about the injury. Zhang Songling thought about it and comforted him in a very sincere tone, "Old Fang, don't be so harsh on yourself. Some things are really a mistake. You are new here, and I happened to read it again." After entering the military academy, it became what it is now. However, if the fault is all yours and the credit has nothing to do with you, it is too unfair and completely inconsistent with the facts. " "The fact is that the Right Banner Palace has nothing to do with you. The distance between our guerrillas is getting farther and farther, and the independent battalion has turned from allies into strangers." Fang Guoqiang was very depressed. He sighed and shook his head vigorously, "You don't need to comfort me. These days, I have been alone. After thinking a lot, when I send a telegram to the military branch later to request that Brother Long be sent to Bethune Hospital for treatment, there is also a telegram for you to assist me. It is a telegram about giving me a major demerit." "No, it's such a big one. You can't make your own decisions about things." Zhang Songling was shocked and blurted out the words of rejection. Several soldiers who were carrying lunch boxes to the canteen didn't understand what was going on. They secretly looked towards the two of them, lowered their heads, and ran away quickly. Lao Scar, who was organizing people to dry the medicinal materials, was also frightened. He jumped, raised his head blankly, and protested with his eyes widened, "Fat Zhang, what are you yelling about? The patient needs to be quiet, do you understand?" "I'm sorry, Uncle Scar." Zhang Songling quickly realized that he The voice I spoke just now was too high, so I slapped myself in the face and admitted my mistake frankly, "I didn't mean it, and I promise there won't be a next time." "I want to yell,"??You two go into the conference room, close the door and start shouting. "Lao Scaru gave him another look and said reluctantly, "There is already a man lying down in the room. If you two start a quarrel in public again, do you want to break up? If you want to break up, hurry up, while there are still people in the accounting room. balance. " Although the words were unpleasant, they really reminded Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang that at this time of panic, as the two leaders of the guerrillas, they must remain calm, at least on the surface. He left the feeling that everything was normal and couldn't take the lead to mess up the situation. Thinking of this, Zhang Songling quickly walked a few steps, led Fang Guoqiang to the brigade headquarters, closed the door from the inside, and then said in a very slow but firm tone: " First of all, I don¡¯t think you have unshirkable responsibility for Brother Long¡¯s injury. Secondly, according to the current regulations of the guerrillas, even if you deal with cadres at the level of a squad or above, you need to go to a meeting first. You are a guerrilla. Political commissars cannot punish themselves without a vote at a meeting of all cadres. " "You" Fang Guoqiang was stunned and suddenly speechless. He is indeed a bit rigid in doing things, but the more he is like this, the less he will take the lead in violating organizational disciplines. Zhang Songling used the rules of the guerrillas to talk about things, which can be said to be a slap in the face. However, Fang Guoqiang is Fang Guoqiang after all, and things that he has determined will always lead to darkness. After only being silent for more than half a minute, he found a new breakthrough, "Then convene a cadre meeting as soon as possible. Regardless of whether you agree to punish me or not, I will review myself at the meeting. Also, I will truthfully write a summary of my work over the past year and give it to you, Lao Zheng, and the leaders of the military division. Looking back, this is not only to give Siqin an explanation, Brother Long's blood cannot be shed in vain. "