At this moment, the old secretary is very eager to know who this person is! Since he called Dongli Tunzi, he has always had a feeling of "no king's law" in his heart, he can't figure out what all this is for, all these impossible things have happened, and he has to let him personally lead people, this is not my party's style at all! Since then, he has suspected that there is something wrong here, and this question mark has been haunting his mind for a long time, and he will not let go away for a long time!

The whistle on the road brought him and Secretary Huo to the war years, allowing them to taste the hard years they had here in that era and the deep affection they had with the local people. Reliving the old dreams, feeling infinite, the cheerful sound of gongs and drums led their thoughts into an infinite reverie and could not extricate themselves!

"Don't ink, don't look at my officials, but my time is limited. Let's put it this way, I used to work and fight here, and I have formed a deep relationship with the people in the old area, for example, Lao Ningtou in this village is one of them! In order to save him, I carried him around the southern col for a day and a night before I shook off the enemy's encirclement and interception. The old secretary said.

"That's right, old secretary, this person will definitely not forget you! Do you remember this village? At the beginning, you were the secretary of the party branch in this area, you have been in this village for a long time, and when you are usually fine, you never leave your hand with a big broom, and we all affectionately call you the secretary of the broom! Especially that old Ning head, he is often confused, you often twist his ears, and say 'I let you Ning, I let you Ning, I will screw you to death, old Ning's head!' Do you remember? The man said excitedly.

"Could it be that you are Lao Ningtou?" The old secretary tilted his neck, stared at this person and said!

He remembered what he said too much, at that time, Lao Ningtou was a sheep herder, and he was very familiar with this area, every time he encountered something to send information, he would rush to go, and if you didn't let him go, he wouldn't talk or eat all day. Sending information is a job that cannot be done by a person to grow old, and going there often will arouse the suspicion of others and make it easy to have accidents. That time, Lao Ningtou just insisted on sending information, and no one could resist him, so the old secretary had to let him go, but he was chased by the devil halfway and had to catch him! As a result, a layer of skin was rubbed off by a bullet on the back of his head, and the blood flowed nonstop! It was that time that the old secretary carried him around the col for a day and a night before he got rid of the enemy!

"Yes, old secretary, I am Lao Ningtou!" After Lao Ningtou finished speaking, the tears in his eyes couldn't hold back anymore and burst out of his eyes! And said to the old secretary: "Old secretary, look at the skin on the back of my head, I don't grow hair until now!" Lao Ning turned around and showed the old secretary as he spoke.

The old secretary saw it, this is the most iconic mark on Lao Ningtou's body, he just can't recognize the old Ningtou himself anymore, and he also recognizes this scar!

The old secretary saw this scar, and his heart was full of thoughts, he could no longer restrain the emotions in his heart, and said "My old Ning head"! The two hugged each other, and they cried unscrupulously!

The men, women and children standing around were all moved by this scene and silently wiped away their tears!

"Old secretary, you want to kill me! The last thing I can forget in my life is you, and you don't come to see me, woo woo woo woo ...... "Lao Ning is holding the old secretary and crying to death!"

"You bastard! You should come and see me! Say you're muddy, you're muddy, I want to screw your ears now! The old secretary said bitterly!

"Okay, old secretary, you screw it, you know how much I want you to screw it!" Lao Ningtou said.

This is life and death, sharing weal and benement, leaving an unforgettable emotional imprint on their generation!

"Old Ningtou, why can't I recognize you at all?" The old secretary said.

"It's been more than 20 years, the wind and the sun in the mountains are also big, the mountains are not as good as your plains, the construction of socialism still depends on our generation to take the lead, I don't take the lead, how can I be worthy of my ears that have been tempered thousands of times! Every word you say has settled in my ears, and it is telling me every moment and reminding me that I must never forget it for a moment! You see I'm dark and thin now, don't say you don't recognize me, even I don't recognize myself! Lao Ningtou said.

"Yes, our generation has laid down the country, and we have to give it a ride, so we don't dare to slack off! After so many years, although the appearance of many people has been blurred, the imprint left by history on our generation is something that will not be forgotten in this life! The old secretary said!

"Yes, yes, old secretary! Do you still recognize the person who invited you to dance Yangge just now? Lao Ning touched a handful of tears and said to the old secretary.

At this time, the old man who would invite the old secretary and Secretary Huo to twist Yangge came to the front and said, "The old secretary is good." ”

"Hello brother, who are you?" The old secretary hurriedly stretched out his hands and held a pair of hands that could file wood!

"Old secretary, guess what, can you recognize who he is?" Lao Ningtou said.

"I say my old comrades-in-arms, needless to say, these are all good brothers who we used to fight side by side and crawl out of the pile of the dead! Don't give me a problem, okay? Time has passed, and the imprint of time and space is too heavy for our generation! Anything can be changed, the only thing we can't change is the story, it's 100% accurate! Come on, just tell a story, or an action, and I'm sure I'll know who you are! The old secretary said.

As soon as the old secretary's words fell, I saw the old man put a finger in his mouth, and a whistle that resounded through the sky with a trembling sound echoed back and forth in the wilderness!

"Old Hao? Are you the commander of the Sentinel Corps, Elder Hao?! Right?! The old secretary's eyes widened, and he pointed to the person in front of him in shock.

"My old secretary, you finally recognized me!" Lao Hao said excitedly!

A sentence of "Oh, my dear mother"! The old secretary stretched out his arms and hugged Lao Hao tightly in his arms, and the two hugged each other and cried, hugging their heads and crying!

"My old Hao, you can really toss people! The two whistleblowers I met along the way were all arranged by you? The old secretary asked.

"Who else could there be?" Lao Hao said.

After Lao Hao finished speaking, he waved his hand at the crowd, only to see two people coming out of the crowd, they stood in the middle of the field, put their fingers in their mouths, and worked hard together, a loud whistle hovered in the sky and flew to the sky, far away, and the aftermath was still in the ears for a long time!

"Hello old secretary!" After the two finished speaking, they bowed deeply to the old secretary and said.

"These are all members of our Sentinel?" The old secretary asked.

"Yes, yes, old secretary!" Lao Hao said.

Lao Hao is a very honest and honest person! He has a must, that is, he whistles well, and no one in these ten miles and towns doesn't know him! At that time, we were in a difficult situation, and there were dangers everywhere. One day he walked on the road and found a group of puppet soldiers rushing here, Lao Hao saw that things were not good, so he hurriedly ran to the ridge is a loud whistle, saving the party branch hidden here and a very important person! After this incident, Lao Hao proposed to the old secretary the proposal to form a sentinel regiment, and the old secretary agreed without hesitation! Under the leadership of Lao Hao, this team, as they imagined, made an indelible contribution to the guerrilla war here, leaving behind many stories of the population!

"Okay, okay, my old comrades-in-arms, I'm so glad to see you!" After the old secretary finished speaking, the servants hugged each other again, crying with joy!

This book is derived from the king of books