was asked about his age by a young student, even if Ren Laifeng was thick-skinned, he was a little uncomfortable at this time, "Ahem, the age of the chief is a military secret, and the authority is not enough to inquire casually!" What's your name and where is your home? ”

"Report sir, my name is Zhou Lin, my hometown is Zhangqiu, and I am seventeen years old this year. Two years of high school in Jinan Middle School! ”

Or a high school student? Ren Laifeng's heart was moved at that time. The Flying Tiger Battalion is now short of knowledgeable and literate young people. He himself was a shooting athlete in his last life and never went to college, and in this life he only went to elementary school because his family was poor; Smoking Gun is simply illiterate, and his literacy is less than a basket; Fu Erchong is considered to be highly educated, so he has to deal with the graduation of junior high school.

Now there is a high school student, who is still a student of a key high school in the provincial capital, this is definitely a rare talent! The more Ren Laifeng looked at Zhou Lin, the more he liked it, and he didn't care about the fact that people were actually half a year older than him, so he reached out and patted Zhou Lin on the shoulder, "Good little Linzi, I'm happy to see you who are literate and hyphenated." I agreed to your enlistment application. From now on, you will be a staff officer in the battalion headquarters. ”

With a word, Zhou Lin became his battalion staff officer. Cultivate for a period of time, and when there is a shortage of people in the future, this student soldier can be on top at any time.

Since Zhou Lin joined the Flying Tiger Battalion, he never mentioned the previous dispute again, but he couldn't ignore the uncle who suffered a catastrophe. People are already dead, you can't let the corpses on the streets, right? As a junior, it is a responsibility that he can't shirk to let the old man settle down.

The oldest smoker is better at doing this kind of thing. Besides, so many people who died at the train station also needed to be buried in a place, so Ren Laifeng simply let Smoking Gun serve as the chairman of the funeral committee, and was fully responsible for the aftermath of the victims.

What kind of coffin shop is there in Jinan City, and the smoking gun is not only under Ren Laifeng's order, but how can he not know what to do? He led people carrying guns to break into these shops, and directly ordered the coffin shop to donate the coffin and the shroud shop to donate the money in the name of the martial law commander.

These people who sell coffins and shrouds didn't expect that they would have a day to contribute to the country and support the Anti-Japanese War! Usually, except for the dead people in the family, outsiders can't hide, who has nothing to do to come to the coffin shop? Although it is said that the prosperity of the country is the responsibility of the people, they seem to be like a group of people who have been forgotten by the world.

The old shopkeeper of the coffin shop in Beicheng was startled at first when he saw a group of ** soldiers breaking in violently. Then I heard ** announce that he was going to requisition his family's coffin, saying what is to support the Anti-Japanese War and serve the country! After hearing this, the old shopkeeper threw away all the crutches excitedly, "Boys, quick! Hurry up and carry all the longevity materials in our shop to the yard! After instructing the man, the old man asked the soldier with a smile on his face, "I don't know how many longevity materials the chief will use?" ”

"How much? The more the merrier, of course! "How do you know how much this GI wants? Anyway, it is definitely not enough to move all the coffins in this shop.

When the old shopkeeper heard this, he immediately excitedly expressed his willingness to donate all the coffins in the store. If that's not enough, he can also contact other coffin shops in the city, and the coffin shops in Jinan City have business dealings with their family.

In fact, there is no need to contact the old shopkeeper of the coffin shop at all, and there is no coffin shop and shroud shop found by the officers and soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion who are unwilling to support it. Even those who were not patronized took the initiative to ask for sponsorship after hearing about it.

In the words of these shop keepers: We are also Chinese, and we also support the great cause of China's War of Resistance! Some shopkeepers not only donated all their goods, but even donated a lot of extra money. As for the funeral, what is so difficult to do with so many professionals?

Look at the feng shui who is responsible for the site selection of the burial and digging the pit. There are many people to do things, and the big guys have discussed their respective division of labor, and soon all the work will be carried out at the same time. With the help of these experts, the bodies of the victims at the train station were quickly put into shrouds and put into coffins.

Just choose a piece of soft soil not far from the train station, dig a pit, and put the coffin in it to bury. As soon as the yellow paper burns the firecrackers, the lively funeral is completed. Ren Laifeng made a special trip to see Sun Tongxuan for this reason, and took hundreds of honorary certificates and asked General Sun to seal them.

After listening to what happened, Sun Tongxuan gave Ren Laifeng a thumbs up, "Okay! Xiao Ren is really good! It seems that you are a real pretending to be a common person, admire! ”

Anyway, the certificate of honor was requisitioned in the street shop, and it didn't cost money, and Sun Tongxuan sent his secretary to stamp each one with the big seal of the Twelfth Army of the National Revolutionary Army. As for writing on the certificate, isn't Zhou Lin, a staff officer of a high school student who just came to the Flying Tiger Battalion, it is appropriate to give him this job.

The aftermath of the station was not achieved overnight, but the devil waited for no one. Before Ren Laifeng had buried all the dead, the devil's plane had already come over the city again.

Fortunately, no one came to get on the train this time. Since the last bombing, the remains of the bombed train have not been cleaned up, and the rails are also damaged.

The devil's bombing did not cause much casualties. Perhaps it is also because the Jinan Railway Station has been bombed once, and the devil thinks that there is no need to waste precious bombs, so this bombing is mainly concentrated in the commercial and industrial areas. Ren Laifeng was leading the army and civilians to clean up the aftermath at the railway station, and Sun Tongxuan sent a signal corps to deliver a handwritten letter.

In the letter, Sun Tongxuan conveyed Han Fuqu's order: in order not to leave a stitch and thread for the Japanese army, it was decided to implement a scorched earth war of resistance. He ordered Sun Tongxuan to send troops to burn down major buildings such as provincial government offices, offices, power plants, courts, arsenals, Japanese consulates, and Japanese hospitals. In the end, Commander Sun handed over the task of burning down the Japanese hospital to the Flying Tiger Battalion.

You won't let me go to the consulate burning, but the burning of the hospital has been sent to me? Although Ren Laifeng was very dissatisfied with Sun Tongxuan's division of labor, he did not dare to openly disobey the order. Sun Tongxuan was the commander-in-chief of martial law appointed by Han Fuqu himself, and since the Flying Tiger Battalion did not squeeze into Chairman Han's train, he had to listen to General Sun's orders.

The signal soldier told Ren Laifeng that before leaving, Commander Sun explained: The Japanese army is not far from Jinan, and if you want to burn it, you have to burn it as soon as possible, don't wait for the large troops to withdraw and leave your Flying Tiger Battalion in Jinan. After speaking, the signal soldiers rode away, leaving Ren Laifeng alone to worry.

The sound of the cannon getting closer and closer made Ren Laifeng more and more anxious.

"Battalion commander, what is there to hesitate about, are the Japanese burning us less? Isn't it just a Japanese hospital, and it's burning! The cigarette gun carried his dry tobacco pouch with a murderous expression.

"Can't burn!" Zhou Lin, the new battalion headquarters staff officer, suddenly stood up.

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