Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, this most earthy word, but it can say the most fundamental essence of time, it flickered, in this dark land, everyone is looking forward to the season will come.

In the area of the Yuenan base area, the crops planted in the farmland are basically the soil at the end of April, although it has passed the sting, it has also passed the Qingming Festival, and the best time for planting has been missed.

But this dark and deep land is always forgiving, no matter how you trample on it, it has never been in dispute with the world, nourishing all things, so as long as you are willing to work hard and sweat, it will not let you down when it comes to the harvest season.

This time the facts all prove that this is the case, when the autumn breeze is cool, the harvest season is quietly coming.

The golden ears of rice pumped out of the rice bow their heads in the warm autumn sun, floating up and down with the wind, as if to announce good news to the hard-working farmers.

Millet (millet), millet, soybeans, sorghum, these adaptation products belonging to the north, in this wind and rain in the Taiyue Mountains smoothly matured, with the breeze blowing, the mellow flavor of grain drifted for miles.

Everyone who smelled it smiled and congratulated each other, it was the harvest season.

In the middle of August, the harvest season has arrived, and in this season of great expectations, the soldiers of the Taiyue Military Region cheered with the people, which was the season they had long been looking forward to.

Since the planting at the end of April, these crops have been in the fields for 100 days.

The military and the people in the Taiyue base area have sown too much toil and sweat in this dark land, and the military and the people have united to open up the wasteland and cultivate, and everyone regards this piece of crops as their own sheltered children, and now they are seeing them thrive, how can they not be happy.

This kind of joy is like the sun shining on the earth, which will dispel every darkness and warm everyone's heart.

The new third regiment is stationed.

In the three villages of Taiyue, Xiaoyue and Nanyue, the joy of the harvest season also lingers in the sky.

"Report to the head of the group, the time has come, and the big guy has already prepared everything for the guy."

Zhang Daring reported loudly, and several village chiefs were also waiting outside the regiment headquarters.

The village chiefs are grateful, now there are some old and weak people left in the village, who are not worried about the day, and they have to suffer from the persecution of the Japanese puppet army and bandits all the time, but now they are good, after the Eighth Route Army arrived here, they not only protected the villagers, not to mention a stitch and a thread, but also helped to cultivate the land, and even now that it is the harvest season, the head of the Han regiment also promised to send soldiers to help the villagers harvest.

Han Feng walked out of the regiment headquarters with a somewhat rusty sickle in his hand.

He looked at the soldiers who had already gathered outside the regiment headquarters, good boy, they all had a scythe in their hands, those who had a sickle had a sickle, and a bayonet without a sickle could also harvest, and several comrades in the cooking class really couldn't find anything, so they simply took a few kitchen knives.

"Take a kitchen knife to cut the grain, but you really have it!"

Han Feng said, the soldiers had fun together, and the leader of the cooking squad replied with a bright kitchen knife, "Regiment leader, you can't underestimate this kitchen knife, on weekdays, the big guys rely on it to feed themselves, now don't believe it, it's just as unambiguous when harvesting." ”

Deputy head Chen Baoliang said with a smile: "That's right, it's just that good steel has to be used on the blade, old squad leader, don't cut the stone when you cut the wheat, and then open the knife edge." ”

Han Feng said: "Lao Chen, don't worry, I still know the old squad leader's knife skills, this is called a knife in hand, I have it in the world."

Comrades, give me more strength for a while, don't let the old squad leader get old, and pull us back with a kitchen knife. ”

Whew—

The soldiers who are familiar with the temper of the regiment commander don't need to pay attention to any military discipline and military style at this moment, and they scream together to express the joy in their hearts, but how can this cry ...... Han Feng's head was full of black lines, and he almost fell to the ground.

The old squad leader of the cooking class is smiling eyes are gone, "A knife in hand, I have it in the world", the head of the regiment said this sentence so incisively, it simply went to his heart, so that the old squad leader took this sentence as his future mantra and life philosophy.

Later, when the Japanese army swept away, the old squad leader was besieged, and saw his comrades around him fall one by one, leaving him alone, but with a weak body, he raised his bright kitchen knife and yelled, "A knife in hand, I have it in the world, kill-" and then rushed to the enemy in a crazy state, and finally died heroically and fell in a pool of blood.

Of course, these are heart-wrenching afterwords, and at this time of joy, none of this is worth mentioning.

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"Then set off and tell the brothers, after today's busyness, let the old squad leader make big steamed buns for everyone to eat."

Whew—

The warriors rushed to the yellow earth with a majestic and high-spirited attitude.

Before the harvest began, Han Feng shouted: "Comrades, life is like a battlefield everywhere, killing devils is a battlefield, cutting grain is also a battlefield, before the harvest I have divided you into groups, just take each platoon as a unit, let's compare one by one, and divide the ranking."

Let's start with it, the material situation in our regiment has been abundant recently, but it can't be too luxurious, and meat can be eaten, but it can't be eaten by everyone.

There are a total of more than a dozen platoons in our Taiyue Village to harvest together, then compare with each other, take the top three, each platoon will be neatly stacked with the harvested straw in its own area, when the time comes, which three rows are the most highest, hehe, the whole platoon of soldiers, don't say anything, eat meat. ”

Whew—

The soldiers howled, and after Han Feng gave an order, everyone was like crazy, frantically harvesting the straw.

Looking at the harvest scene at this moment, the soldiers were busy and happy, and the fighting spirit was high, and the deputy head Chen Baoliang sighed with emotion:

"Regiment Commander, if you really have you, the harvest can also be used as a battlefield."

Han Feng said with a smile: "People are like this, they are not afraid of tiredness, they are afraid that they are tired and not interesting, individual labor is boring, but group labor is always very interesting, as long as we stimulate this kind of fun, the labor mood of the soldiers is high, and it is twice the result with half the effort!" ”

"Taught." Chen Baoliang arched his hand.

Han Feng said: "Lao Chen, our cadres should not just talk and not practice, but should also take the lead, so how about we compare with each other?" ”

"How do you compare?"

"Comrades, our head and deputy head are going to bet on the game!" Xu Zilin shouted fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and the soldiers were more interested in harvesting, and they waved sickles, bayonets, and kitchen knives faster and faster.

Han Feng said: "Lao Chen, let's compare the number of straws harvested, as for the color head!" I've been paying attention to your German Parker fountain pen for a long time, hehe, I always think it has a lot to do with me. ”

Chen Baoliang: ......

"That's good, old Han, your Browning, I think the texture is also good, if you want my Parker pen, you have to exchange it for Browning."

Han Feng laughed: "What should I be, isn't it just a gun, okay, bet." ”

"It's a deal."

Xu Zilin said: "I'll be the referee for you!" ”

"Good!" The two replied in unison, Chen Baoliang had already made preparations, held the sickle tightly in his right hand, and even held a handful of grain straw in his left hand, just waiting for Xu Zilin to give an order, and start harvesting.

Han Feng smiled and made the same preparations.

Then the two heard Xu Zilin shouting, "I'll count to five, you prepare." ”

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

Xu Zilin began to count, "1"

“…… 5”

Han Feng's sickle was fast, almost without any pause, holding the wooden handle of the sickle, he stretched the sickle to the front, hooked the straw root of the millet, and then pulled it hard, only to hear the sound of sizzling, the blade cut through the straw, and a large handful of millet had been cut off by the roots.

Looking at the deputy head Chen Baoliang again, he was still holding a sickle and was stunned!

Where could he have thought that after shouting this "1", it would become "5" directly?

With the tacit understanding between Lao Han and Lao Xu, this is playing himself!

Chen Baoliang looked at Han Feng's faster and faster speed, not only did he want to cry without tears, he covered the Parker pen pinned to his chest.

Heaved:

Let me warm you up a little longer, old man!

Han Feng: ......

"It's just a fountain pen, Lao Chen, you're not so exaggerated, are you?"

Chen Baoliang had a bitter face: "My old Chen has no wife, no brother, so many years, he has relied on this pen for his life, what do you say?" ”

Han Feng: ......

"Gotta get it, if you lose this bet, lend me your parka pen for a month, that's all right?"

"That Browning ......"

"Damn, you old fox, okay, if I lose, my Browning will still be yours."

Chen Baoliang stopped talking, picked up the sickle and cut it quickly, Han Feng was startled when he saw it, and said in his heart, this kid wouldn't be specialized in harvesting heads in his last life, right?

Xu Zilin next to her was already laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, a great harvest began.