Chapter 546

Wow! ~

The soldiers of the 12th District Team were in an uproar! Yang Ni's girl was snow-white and pink, and she was one of the few beautys in the village. Why was she so badly-known as Company Commander Kang?!

Although it was a engagement, the real wedding date was not yet determined. Because the Eighth Route Army had the regulations of the "258th Regiment", Kang Yang, a man in his thirties, began to revolution since the Red Army. Two of the three conditions had been met. However, the company-level organization of the 12th District Team had regular battalion-level troops. It took only a few years to lift a regiment-level title. After the engagement was settled, there was basically no matter how many things went away.

"Damn! This guy, in a quiet voice, actually took it down. No wonder these two people sometimes get flirting with each other!" Li Wei looked angry, and was unwilling to accept that a flower was inserted into the cow dung.

"Boss, don't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour. The matter between you and Sister Lin is coming soon!" Fan Guowen leaned against Li Wei and was making fun.

"Go and go, you are not at the legal age yet! Why are you getting married so early?" Li Wei rolled his eyes, pinched his fingers and calculated the Gregorian calendar. His age was still negative. He threw a sentence from his teeth: "The emperor is really not in a hurry, he is anxious to death!"

"Legal age?! How old?!" Fan Guowen was a monk who was a second-hand monk and was confused. He didn't know what age the legal age was in China. He only knew that Chinese girls were going to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and the same was true for men. What's more, they just got married or married. The little hairy child became a couple as soon as he was born. Arranged marriages are common. Men of the age of Li Wei may even run around the ground in ordinary rural areas.

"Legal age?! This, this!" Li Wei was not a person of this era. He only knew the legal age of modern marriage. God knew the age of marriage at this age. However, Li Wei and Fan Guowen, two college student company commanders with both civil and military styles, are not subject to the restrictions of the "258th Regiment" regulations.

Li Wei looked at Fan Guowen in reverse and said, "It's you! Don't shout all day long. You are older than me. Instead, you are not young. Get things done earlier. Don't expect someone to ask for it when it becomes the old cabbage gang!"

"How can I give up the whole fruit forest for an apple tree?! I still want to enjoy the life of a single noble for a few years, but I don't want to circle around diapers all day and night." When I think of myself surrounding a little haircut day and night, Fan Guowen felt that life was full of darkness, and his ears were filled with baby's harsh crying day and night, which made him even think of dying, a hero for life!

"Tsk! Be careful to be dragged by the Detachment of Women to criticize the bullfighting demons and monsters!" Li Wei raised his middle finger at Fan Guowen, and said behind his back. If Comrade Huang Juan knew about it, he would have to peel off this kid.

The latest news released by Instructor Weng Tonghu made the atmosphere of the camp seem to have increased the surrounding temperature a lot. The thick and high snow wall blocked the cold wind, and the bonfire reddened everyone's face and no longer felt cold. The spontaneous party lasted for two or three hours, and was forced to sleep by the company commanders.

On December 31, the last day of 1944, the joint teams organized by the various district teams still spent such a boundless cold night. The joint team fought for more than a month, smashing pieces and removing dozens of strongholds from all over the world, and annihilated the enemy's number almost equivalent to eliminating the strength of a large and large troop.

On New Year's Day, the joint team was still marching to the next combat position, getting basic salary, unparalleled holidays, zero holidays, no salary for overtime, including accommodation, medical care, hardware, and lifelong retirement. I'm afraid this is the true portrayal of the Eighth Route Army at that time. Once the war is intensified, I'm afraid I won't even remember who I am.

The Japanese and puppet army officers responsible for the public security tasks in various sub-districts were almost forced to the brink of collapse by this joint force. The casualties and losses of soldiers and materials were heavy. The seasonal sweep operation, which was almost routine in previous years, did not start in this winter. The security zone became the world of the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas. When encountering the Japanese and puppet army patrols with the same force, they did not dodge or dodge, and the weaker ones simply swallowed it. Two of the larger towns were also taken away, and no one knew when this elusive team would hit them.

Before the troops moved, food and grass took the lead. The failure of the autumn harvest and robbery operation in the second half of 1944 directly led to the lack of food in the security area where the Japanese and puppet troops were unable to gather enough food in the winter. The soldiers' appetite soared. In order to survive this winter when there was no food and clothing, the Japanese and puppet troops huddled in the stronghold reduced their food for two meals a day, and each of them could only save their energy with a 70% full life. They hoped to dig out some wild vegetables to fill their stomachs in the spring of the coming year, not to mention seeking revenge on Li Wei and the others. They comforted themselves that the Eighth Route Army was fighting guerrilla warfare, and they would sooner or later transfer, and the lost territory would not return to the palm of the Great Japanese Imperial Army.

Li Wei and several company commanders led the team to further expand the base with the results of their battles, and were warmly welcomed by the local people. Militias from all walks of life continuously sent ammunition and material resources to the supply points arranged by the district team. Almost every district team soldier had logistical support from four or five militia people. The soldiers had no worries in the battle and did not have to worry about supply issues at all.

After eating out a few Japanese and puppet troops that came out to find the limelight, and then pulled out a few strongholds, the Japanese and puppet troops in each county simply let Li Wei and others bully him like a turtle. Sometimes the joint army surrounded him, and the Japanese in the stronghold immediately raised the small white flag and surrendered. After the Japanese army drew several batches to the Pacific battlefield, the quality of the Japanese soldiers is no longer as good as before. Most of them are Japanese refugees, with fish and dragons mixed with no fighting will. Seeing that the enemy is powerful and irresistible, they simply followed the puppet troops to throw their guns and open the door to welcome the Eighth Route Army to work!

There are always a few deadly strong elements in those small strongholds that are not willing to surrender or seek death. They simply retreat and become empty, and a few small groups are formed into a group, making Li Wei and the others unable to find a place to attack for a while. Li Wei and the others took advantage of the winter to take advantage of the situation, and they did not come to fight to death. After predicting casualties, they often bypassed them directly.

Weng Tonghu, the instructor of the fourth company who is in charge of keeping in touch with the district team, has never left the radio station for a while. He is guarding the American-made radio station when eating and sleeping. As soon as the troops stop, the radio team will immediately add up the antenna. The two soldiers shake their hands together to provide electricity to the radio station, and the ticking radio station will make a constant sound.

"Company Commander! There is news!" Hearing the soldiers of the radio squad suddenly shouted.

Li Wei immediately cheered up. In the past few days, news from the radio station has become his most concerned thing. Even though the United Team was fighting against the Japanese and puppet troops and winning one by one on the battle report, he had never paid so much attention.

"It was the "A Year of Great Victory in the Battlefield Behind Enemy" sent by the superiors, and "Striving for Victory to Become Early" and "Good! The Japanese are miserable!" Weng Tonghu's tone was particularly modern and could not hide his excitement. Now there were good materials for political publicity activities. He said excitedly: "We must talk to the soldiers, organize people to copy them, and post them when they see the place, let the traitors and the Japanese see, let the southern national army see, and let the masses see how our Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas beat the Japanese hard."

Weng Tonghu's voice was quite proud. He had been swept by the Japanese over the years, moving around like a dog chasing a rabbit. He had to adopt guerrilla warfare. His legs were made like iron, and the feng shui was changing. In the base area, the anti-Japanese military and civilians were fighting with the Japanese, consuming Japan, and competing for the population foundation of the two countries. The balance of strength of both sides was turning little by little.

Hearing Weng Tonghu's voice, Li Wei seemed to have not heard the exciting news, but instead said a little depressedly: "Oh! I understand! Alas! Old man, why hasn't the telegram I want yet?! Please help me urge me to read it!"

After more than a month of running and fighting, Li Wei's purpose was not to eliminate many enemies or occupy many security areas, but there was a highly confidential task waiting for him to complete. Li Wei was waiting for a telegram with special encryption.

The combat missions of the joint teams of several district teams are not only to settle accounts for the enemy, but also to hide the purpose that no one knows. Only Li Wei and a few people know that the joint combat is even more to "shock the enemy."

"Weizi, Weizi! Look! This is an editorial of the Party Central Committee! You must read it carefully!" Weng Tonghu didn't seem to hear Li Wei's words, so he stuffed the handwritten copy of the telegram into Li Wei's hands and said, "You are our current leader, how can you not take the lead in studying the documents of the Party Central Committee?! Take a look first!"

A Japanese officer lowered his head, tightly clamped his briefcase, and his leather boots stepped on the ground in Baoding City. The frozen frost on the surface sounded continuous crackling sounds.

A group of Japanese soldiers who were tilted around came out of the comfort station beside the road, singing Japanese folk songs in their voices. Before leaving, they pinched the fat butts of the kimono woman who greeted the guests in front of the comfort station, which caused the women to scream in anger, and even caused the men to laugh and laugh. The soldiers who had accumulated a few months of military pay were so romantic that they could not get back, how could they deserve the yen they paid? The Japanese soldiers were even more proud.

The Japanese officers who looked hurried along the road were not prepared for a moment and collided with the Japanese soldiers who had just come out of the comfort center.

The briefcase flew far away and fell into a pile of dirty snow.

The Japanese soldier who was hit was extremely tall and stout. He rubbed his chest that was hit so hard that he was hit, and cursed in a rough voice: "Ba, Baga! Which guy has no eyes! He's dead and works!" This guy is not as short and frustrated as a Japanese person at all. He is an exception in Japanese island countries, but his temper is still thick and explosive in the same mold.

The tall and stout Japanese soldier raised his feet in anger and kicked the Japanese officer who was struggling to get up and wanted to pick up a briefcase, without any concern at all that he was doing something very disrespectful: he was beating an officer.

"Baga! Kick him well, kick him to death! Kill this guy! Come on together!" The other Japanese soldiers following him rolled up their sleeves and danced beside the tall Japanese soldiers, just like a few wild monkeys beside the giant, ready to vent their violent tendencies. In the strict Japanese class, beating an officer is indeed a supreme honorable thing for the lowly soldiers.

"Damn guy!" Beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on his forehead in pain. He sat up with his stomach. The officer pulled out his pistol in anger and prepared to shoot these soldiers who were indifferent to the commander on the spot. Anyway, it was just a matter of correcting the military discipline and his ability and level, it was simply easy to put these bastard soldiers in charge of more than a dozen crimes that were enough to be shot.

The black and shiny pistol lit up in the hands of the Japanese officer. The group of Japanese soldiers who were sane and were filled with sake and women were shocked and woke up immediately. Professional soldiers were particularly sensitive to guns and cannons. When they saw the black muzzle, the three souls and seven spirits were all returned to their positions in an instant. All the messy thoughts were thrown out of the sky. The tall and stout Japanese soldiers who were clenching their fists and preparing to give them another ruthless hand were dumbfounded. The minions next to them were also stunned. No matter how brave they were, they could not play with their lives.

"Sir, please spare me! Sir, please spare me!" The Japanese soldiers were not stupid enough to fight with their fists and pistols, and begged for mercy. Then they remembered that they had committed a taboo in the army. The soldiers beat the officers and shot them on the spot were light. The things they were holding were life-threatening, not the sake cups in the hands of the comfort women. At such a close distance, they were basically shot one by one.

"Hmph! Shoot! Shoot! If you don't shoot, you will be a woman!" The tall and stubborn Japanese soldier opened his drunken eyes and stared at the officer with a stench of wine.

"You bastard, shut up! If you don't talk, you will die!" The Japanese soldiers beside them were scared by his words, and hurriedly pulled the tall Japanese soldiers and pushed them to the front, and at the same time they knelt down together and kowtowed desperately begging for mercy.

"Give me your life! It's too late!" Just as the officer's gun pointed at the tall and stout Japanese soldier, he was suddenly stunned, his expression gradually changed from a grim smile to a doubt, and he began to look at the tall guy like a giant.
Chapter completed!