Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Twelve Parts) "It's okay to go to the meeting, but there's no need to do a self-review." Zhang Songling frowned. Fang Guoqiang's stubbornness was a bit difficult to adapt to. Although major demerits will be written in the file, However, it can be undone in the future according to the situation, and the impact on the person concerned will not be reflected in the public. However, if a self-criticism is made in public at a meeting of all cadres, it will severely damage the reputation of the person concerned and make him lose his ability to speak for a long time in the future. The weight may even seriously affect the performance of the political commissar's duties. "Since you have done something wrong, you have to admit it." Fang Guoqiang could obviously guess what Zhang Songling was worried about. He smiled and said very firmly: "If you don't even have the courage to take action, you are not a Communist. This matter is That¡¯s it, I¡¯m going to act arbitrarily once, and as the captain, you must support my work.¡± ¡°Okay, okay, okay, then I¡¯ll do as you say.¡± He explained the division of responsibilities between the two of them. , Zhang Songling had no choice but to surrender, "But you must also be realistic, and you can't take everything from yourself!" "That's natural!" Fang Guoqiang smiled again and nodded lightly, "Don't worry, you should persist. I will stick to the principle and never make unprincipled compromises. " "What do you mean?" Zhang Songling was stunned again. He couldn't keep up with the other party's thinking. When it came to leading troops in war, he thought he was no worse than those of his age. Anyone, but for daily government affairs processing and team members' ideological construction, it is far inferior. Fang Guoqiang organized his language and whispered: "I admit that my handling of the matter of Brother Long and Siqin was too rough, but I think that the organizational discipline within our guerrillas and the daily style of individuals are It still needs to be strengthened. "This turn of events was so big that Zhang Songling instantly began to wonder if the words he heard before were from the same person. Fang Guoqiang understood the change in the expression on his face, smiled, and continued to add. : "I know that everyone calls us Fang Coffin, and I also know that the situation on the grassland is special, and the requirements for the brothers should not be too strict. Isn't there a saying, 'The infantry is tight, the cavalry is loose, and the scouts are walking around,'" But have you ever thought about the fundamental basis of our guerrillas on the grasslands? In terms of sufficient troops and excellent firepower, we are not as good as the little devils. In terms of close blood and rich financial resources, we are not as good as those old Mongolian nobles, or even The Kuomintang has an advantage over us here. It still occupies the position of a central government and can appoint officials everywhere and make wishes. But what about us? Besides our beliefs, what else do we have? If we can¡¯t enforce the laws and prohibitions, we can do If we don't commit no crime against the common people, and if we can't do what the Yue Family Army and Qi Family Army did in ancient times, who "froze to death without demolishing houses, starved to death without looting," why should the common people support us, and kill little devils just based on their bravery in combat? Are you showing no mercy? Then what is the difference between us and Zhou Heitan¡¯s independent battalion? Why should we leave a good regular army to you and come here to endure hardships and become a nameless guerrilla?¡± Zhang Songling was finally able to grasp his thoughts. The reason why Fang Guoqiang has been endlessly emphasizing discipline, style, and various rules in the guerrillas and base areas in the past year or so is not just because he is dogmatic and rigid. Rather, he wanted to build the guerrillas into a unique army of kings, and he sincerely planned for the long-term plan for the entire guerrillas, but the gap between the original intention and the results was too "reported." Just as he was about to tactfully plan Just as he reminded the other party, the report outside the door interrupted the discussion between the two, "Captain, political commissar, Brother Long has woken up, Brother Long has really woken up." "Ah, let's do it right now. Go over there." Neither Zhang Songling nor Fang Guoqiang bothered to continue what they were talking about. They rushed out of the room one after another and rushed towards the guerrilla ward. Zhao Tianlong has been in a semi-comatose state since he was pulled back from the gate of hell by Lao Scar. Occasionally he wakes up and takes a few sips of ginseng soup, and then falls asleep again immediately. He has no strength to communicate with anyone. Now his The situation has finally improved greatly. How could the entire guerrilla group not be overjoyed? Not only the guerrillas were excited about it, but Zhou Heitan, a guest from afar, was also incoherent with joy. He clearly saw Siqin holding Zhao Tianlong's hand with one hand, and his face was full of tears, but he still didn't mind the space in the ward. Nao Niao, grabbed the other hand and held it tightly, and said nonchalantly: "I'm just saying, your life is so hard, how could you go to see the Lord of Hell so early, just wake up, wake up That's good, let's eat something good. In less than two months, we can kill the Japs together again. Where are the orderlies? Where are all the orderlies? Your guerrillas don't even have an orderly. Why don't you give it to Brother Long quickly? Go get the medicine and porridge." "Okay, it's up to you to say what you want." Zhang Songling walked to the door, shook his head, and scolded with a smile. "I'm happy, am I happy?" Zhou Heitan was said to be very embarrassed and said:?In defense, his eyes fell on the face of Fang Guoqiang who was following Zhang Songling, and he quickly raised the corners of his mouth and sneered in a low voice: "I am happy from the bottom of my heart, unlike some people who wish that Brother Long would never wake up." "Heizi, what nonsense are you talking about? No one will treat you like a mute." Before Zhang Songling could speak, Zhao Tianlong was already furious. He raised his hand and pushed Zhou Heitan, scolded him in a low voice, and immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang smiled and continued: "Fat man, Lao Fang, you two have worked hard." "What are you talking about?" Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang said in unison, "We are all happy that you can wake up. How can people say hard work is not hard? " "Even if you are a member of your family, you have to say what you need to say." Zhao Tianlong shook his head weakly, his voice full of fatigue, "I discussed it with Siqin just now, given that we are here. The conditions are limited, and it is not convenient for a woman to run around every day, so next, we plan to go back to the palace to recuperate. " "Yes, I have ordered people to go back to get the best carriage so that he can be put there. Pull her all the way home in the carriage." As if afraid that Zhang Songling would not agree, Siqin quickly added before Zhao Tianlong could finish his words. "This?" Zhang Songling was caught off guard again and murmured in response, "There is no doctor in the palace. I have already sent a telegram to the military branch with Lao Fang, and I am going to send you to Bethune International Hospital for treatment. At this time, you can go back "Go to the palace." "Brother Long, how can he travel a long way now?" Before he could finish his words, Siqin interrupted, "I have already thought about it. Send a telegram to General Fu Zuoyi and see what he has to say. Can you send a doctor with equipment? If that doesn't work, you can also send someone to Chongqing to hire a doctor. Anyway, it's just a matter of spending some money. There won't be any danger on the way. " "This," Zhang Songling frowned. Siqin is a Mongolian prince who has been canonized by the Chongqing government. According to common sense, the latter should consider her request. However, the doctors of the Bethune International Hospital of the Eighth Route Army are not used, but they seek the far away. For Zhao Tianlong, the deputy captain Speaking of which, I'm afraid it's somewhat unjustifiable. Just when he was about to discuss it more carefully with Siqin, Fang Guoqiang suddenly touched his hand from the side and gestured in the direction of the hospital bed with his eyes, "I think Siqin's idea is a good one. At least you don't have to risk crossing the path of the Japanese and puppet troops." The territory, and the palace is so close to the guerrillas, if anything happens, we can call Brother Long back at any time. " "Oh, that's right." Zhang Songling's eyes fell on Fang Guoqiang's gesture, and he responded smoothly, without having to discuss it with Siqin. Yes, she and Zhao Tianlong had already given the best answer. On the edge of the hospital bed, two hands, one big and one small, were intertwined. From the moment Zhao Tianlong woke up, they had never been apart. From now on, we will never be separated again. "According to the latest meeting minutes released by superiors, there are no obstacles to your marriage. I will send a traffic officer to send the report to the military branch soon. I believe it will be approved soon." Seeing those clasped hands , the expression on Fang Guoqiang's face rarely softened for a moment, he nodded and smiled. "Really." Siqin was surprised and happy, jumped up and asked loudly. ¡°If you don¡¯t believe me, ask Captain Zhang.¡± Fang Guoqiang nodded and responded with a smile. "Everything political commissar Fang said is true, I can vouch for it." Zhang Songling also nodded, with envy on his face, "If you two are willing, everyone in the guerrilla group will want to attend your wedding." "Yes, yes "As if afraid that Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang would regret it, Siqin nodded desperately, "As soon as Brother Long gets better, we will get married as soon as possible. At that time, all of you will be invited to attend the wedding and go to the palace. Good wine steward, Brother Long. "Brother Long, what do you think?" "You've finished speaking, what else can I say?" Zhao Tianlong patted the back of her hand lovingly, scolded in a low voice, and walked away between life and death. She lost a lot of weight, and the rough look on her face also became much lighter, replaced by a touch of tenderness that can never fade away. "Fuck you, when did I stop letting you speak? Except this time, I don't listen to you on everything." Siqin's face suddenly turned red, and she gathered her fingers into tweezers and pointed them towards Zhao Tianlong's face. Squeeze hard on the back of your hand. "Alas, I don't listen to you on everything." Zhou Heitan suddenly raised his orchid fingers, held his throat, and imitated the words tiredly. "Damn it." Siqin raised his hand and started to hit, but Zhou Heitan quickly dodged it. Then he bent down slightly, laughed and rushed out of the ward door, "Brother Long, Brother Long, my sister-in-law hit me, you Should you help me or her?" "Hehehehe", except Siqin who was blushing, everyone else in the room laughed, and in an instant, the whole ward was filled with sunshine. "Congratulations, Brother Long." After laughing, Fang GuoqiangBut he couldn't bear to see Siqin continue to be embarrassed, so he walked to the bed, patted Zhao Tianlong on the shoulder, turned and left. "Congratulations, Brother Long." Zhang Songling nodded to Zhao Tianlong first, and then walked out with a smile. After living alone for half his life, Brother Long finally found his footing in life. As a friend, how could he not The other person feels lucky. Only Zhou Heitan had just succeeded in "angry" Siqin. Feeling proud, he raised his foot and wanted to go in to continue making jokes. As soon as one foot crossed the threshold, Zhang Songling picked up his collar and pulled him out, "Ward room "It's too narrow, Heizi. Let's go outside for a walk." "Why is it so narrow? There are still three beds available. They are all empty." Zhou Heitan was dissatisfied at first, and then his voice became lower and lower. Finally, he smiled and broke away from Zhang Songling's grasp, rushed to the house, and opened the door from the outside. At this moment, it is indeed too narrow there, leaving no room for anyone.