After Kong Xiang waited in the command post for more than ten minutes, a young man of twenty-three or four-year-old opened the curtain and walked in, his name was Yang Jie.

"Captain!"

"Well, here we are. Kong Xiang nodded to him.

"There's a task for you. Kong Xiang went straight to the point and said, "Lao Li should have told you about the situation, right?" ”

"Well, I probably understand, just let me take people to support the bandits in Tianlong Mountain, so that they will not be wiped out by the devils. Yang Jie nodded and said, Uncle Li had already told him.

"You bring three hundred people over, in terms of bullets, well........." Speaking of this, Kong Xiang pondered for a moment and said, "Let each soldier bring ten bullets and two grenades." ”

Their regiment was short of ammunition, so they were asked to bring ten bullets each, which was enough, you must know that each person usually only had five bullets.

"Yes, when will I leave?" asked Yang Jie.

"You go and gather the troops immediately and set off immediately, otherwise, I'm worried that the bandits in Tianlong Mountain won't last that long. Kong Xiang ordered.

"Yes!" Yang Jie took the order and left here immediately.

………

Bang!

The door was vigorously pushed open, Huang Zhiwen's face was gloomy, and he returned to his home.

The more he sat on the bed and thought about it, the more angry he became, he was angry that this time Kong Xiang was not on his side, and he actually wanted to help the bandits in Tianlong Mountain.

Doesn't Kong Xiang know what kind of characteristics the bandits have? They are all a group of white-eyed wolves! What is there to help?

But Kong Xiang had already decided to send troops, and it was useless for him to oppose it.

"Forget it, if he wants to send troops, he will definitely regret it in the future," Huang Zhiwen muttered to himself, and after thinking about it, he got up again and left home to go to the ammunition depot.

"Commissar!" the two fighters guarding the ammunition depot immediately saluted.

Huang Zhiwen nodded and said, "Order 600 rounds of ammunition for me." ”

"Yes. Two fighters immediately opened the door, and one of them came out with a box of ammunition.

"You stay behind to guard the ammunition depot, and you follow me to the entrance of the village. Huang Zhiwen asked one of the fighters to stay, and then asked the other soldier to follow him to the entrance of the village with ammunition.

Not long after, they arrived at the entrance of the village.

At this time, Yang Jie had gathered three hundred soldiers in the open space not far from the entrance of the village, ready to set off at any time.

At this time, Huang Zhiwen led people forward.

"Commissar, why are you here?!" Yang Jie asked with a military salute.

"Are all the people together?" Huang Zhiwen glanced at the soldiers in front of him.

"Three hundred in all. ”

"Hmm. Huang Zhiwen nodded and said, "How many bullets did the regiment commander let you bring?"

"Ten bullets each, and two grenades. Yang Jie replied truthfully.

"I've brought another six hundred rounds of ammunition, and you take them, and each of you will bring two more rounds. Huang Zhiwen said, asking the soldier carrying the ammunition box to put the box on the ground.

"No need for the commissar, ten rounds are enough. Yang Jie said that his family understood the difficulties of his family, and the head of the regiment made it clear that he had thought it out for ten bullets.

"If you want to bring it, bring it, then so much. Huang Zhiwen scolded: "I tell you, this time I went to Tianlong Mountain to support those bandits, I only need one request for you, play your momentum, and don't let the bandits underestimate us, do you understand?"

"Understood!" replied Yang Jie loudly.

"Hurry up, if it's too late, I guess you will have to help the bandits in Tianlong Mountain collect the corpses!" Huang Zhiwen said.

"All have an order, let's go!"

Seeing the soldiers trotting away, Huang Zhiwen returned to the village.

On the way, a soldier was a little puzzled, so he said to Yang Jie: "Company commander, didn't you say that the political commissar and the regiment commander turned their faces, why don't I think it's like it?"

Just now, the company commander said that the political commissar did not agree to send troops and turned against the regiment commander, so how could this make them bring more bullets?

Yang Jie glanced back at the soldier and said, "You know a fart, the political commissar and the regiment commander are friends of life and death, even if some small opinions can't be reached, the political commissar is just sulking at most,

In most cases, the head of the regiment will listen to the opinions of the political commissar, but this time it involves bandits, so the political commissar turned against the regiment commander. ”

The political commissar and his hatred of bandits knew this to the soldiers of the whole regiment, but Yang Jie only knew some of the reasons.

"Hey, company commander, you also walked the Long March before, did you know the regiment commander and political commissar at that time?" asked a soldier.

"Nonsense, I was the platoon commander under the regiment commander at that time. Yang Jie said.

"Then tell us about the Long March, we are all curious. The soldiers said that each of them wanted to know about the events of the Long March.

"The Long March, alas, during the Long March, many people starved to death. Yang Jie's mood sank, and said: "At that time, we crossed the grassland, turned over the snowy mountains, ate grass roots, and boiled belts. ”

That's right, he didn't dare to think about the history of the Long March, many, many familiar comrades-in-arms died,

Some died of starvation, some were swallowed up by swamps, some died of cold, some died of disease, some fell to death, anyway, all kinds of deaths were there at that time.

The dead warrior can only be buried in the same place, and then find a wooden sign with the name engraved, which is considered a grave.

When the soldiers heard this, their hearts also sank, although their families were not rich, but they really had never eaten grass roots and belts, and when they thought about it, they knew that it was not delicious.

"Don't talk about those heavy things, let me tell you the story of the commissar and the head of the regiment. Yang Jie said.

The warriors nodded.

"I remember that it was just at the beginning of the Long March, and it was only more than half a month later, at that time, the regiment commander accidentally fell on his leg, and when the soldiers were about to carry him, the regiment commander said: You don't have to worry about me, take me and drag you down.

As a result, the political commissar slapped the regiment commander in the face, stunned the regiment commander, and then carried the regiment commander on his back, and this one was carried for two months

Later, the regiment commander's leg was healed, and it was the turn of the commissar to have an accident, at that time the commissar was shot in the abdomen, and because there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, the commissar's gunshot wound quickly worsened, and many people said at that time that they could not be saved.

But the regimental commander refused to give up, he used a knife to cut off the rotten flesh of the wound, went to find herbs to put on the wound of the commissar, and continued on the road.

Later, the commissar's wound miraculously did not deteriorate and began to improve, and after another two months, the commissar's wound healed.

At that time, many people were surprised, because there was no medicine at that time, and a gunshot wound was basically equivalent to a death sentence, but the regiment commander and political commissar created a miracle and brought hope to many people. ”

Yang Jie said slowly.