"It's okay, it's okay, it's just right now"

The situation has changed, and Master Zhang Da muttered to himself with some joy, now the people have not begun to transfer, this point is just right, if it is a little later, the people will start to transfer, then it will be troublesome to stop, and he will have a few more wrinkles at that time.

And I don't feel like smoking when I'm busy.

No, you must find a staff officer to help, there will only be more and more troops in the future, and if you continue like this, I am afraid that you will be busy to death.

Why don't you get a chief of staff too, it's okay in normal times, but once there is a big operation, even the promises are too busy to touch the ground.

Looking at the empty regiment headquarters, Commander Zhang Da thought in his heart.

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"Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo"

In Tutuo Village, outside a dilapidated earthen house, three soldiers of the Eighth Route Army knocked on the door, one of them carried a sack, one carried a large quilt, and the other carried a bowl with a lid.

Squeak···

The dilapidated and patched door was opened, and out of the room came a lame middle-aged man, with a sad face and black and white messy hair, who was only about forty years old, but his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like a typical poor peasant.

"Dazi, you are" Uncle Mo knew the people in front of him.

As the base camp of the independent regiment, many people around Tutuo Village have joined the army, and these people in front of him are also natives of Tutuo Village, and they were often taken up the mountain to play by him in the past, and they participated in the self-defense force organized by the village before the independent regiment came, and they joined the army directly after they came.

"Uncle Mo, we're here to send you food" Several soldiers at the door held up the items in their hands and smiled.

"Uncle Mo, you won't talk to us if you're injured, you're too much of an outsider" The other soldier looked at Uncle Mo's injured foot and added with a smile, with a little reproach in his tone.

Uncle Mo was injured more than half a month ago, he fell from a tree while climbing a tree and fractured his leg, although it was fine, but he had to rest for at least more than a month. This is a few people who have just returned to the village is the deputy head of the regiment Zhang Promise and them, and at the same time, the three of them are asked to send some food and supplies to Uncle Mo, after all, after being injured, there is one less laborer in the family, and Uncle Mo will inevitably have a tight life. Several of them were soldiers of an independent regiment and a battalion, and they had been in other villages before, and rarely returned to Tutuo Village, but this time because the devils suddenly stopped encircling and suppressing the base area, so they had time to return to their hometowns.

"This person is old, and it is inevitable that his legs and feet are not flexible."

"Lan'er, get some tea, Dazi and they're here"

Uncle Mo opened the door and let a few soldiers in the door, while beckoning his family to prepare tea.

"This grain quilt is not needed, it is not easy in your regiment, and now that the army has been expanded, there will definitely be not enough food and materials."

"Although Uncle Mo is injured, there is still enough food at home"

A few people had just entered the house and were about to put down the supplies, but Uncle Mo hurriedly refused.

"Uncle Mo, don't lie to us, we don't know the situation in your family, you supported us so much food last year, there is definitely not much food in the family, we are the people's team, the people are in difficulty, we naturally want to help"

One of the warriors put down the bowl in his hand and said.

"Besides, don't you know, life is better in our group now, we can eat some meat every time, it's much better than when I first came, don't you ask me to bring you some meat to taste."

He opened the bowl in his hand, revealing the bowl full of canned beef.

"This is canned beef, imported from abroad, this is fragrant, you and Aunt Lan can try it."

"Beef..." Smelling the fragrance wafting from the bowl, Uncle Mo sniffed, and his eyes involuntarily revealed a little sadness.

Looking at the sadness in Uncle Mo's eyes, several people also understood why. Uncle Mo had an old ox before, which was used to plough the land, and he was very precious on weekdays, and he was better to the cattle than to himself, Uncle Mo had a good heart, and he also helped the neighbors in the village to plow the land on weekdays, but after the devil came, his cattle were snatched away, and it was slaughtered and eaten by the devil.

"Uncle Mo, the captain of the devil who robbed your cow is dead, and he has been beaten to death a long time ago."

Someone suddenly said with relief. The captain of the Japanese army in Wanping City, who robbed Mo Shuniu, was shot by Luo Yun on his first mission, and the brutal Kurokawa Nishida burned and looted everywhere in order to prepare supplies, which made the surrounding people miserable, but the strength of the independent regiment was too weak at that time, and there was nothing to do with that devil.

"Dead, that ghost dead?" Uncle Mo, who was pouring tea, was stunned for a moment, and there was obvious surprise in his tone.

"Well, the death is miserable, and even the corpse has not been gathered" The other two people have already put down the materials in their hands, and they are not welcome, and they began to pour tea, they carried more than 80 kilograms of food this time, although several people took turns to carry it, but Uncle Mo's home was in the middle of the mountain, and the three people who climbed up from the regiment headquarters were also tired and lay down.

"Good death, this kind of person who has been cut a thousand times should have died a long time ago, this kind of person should have gone to the eighteenth layer of hell" Uncle Mo said fiercely, his tone was full of hatred, he had raised that cow all his life, and he had cultivated the land for the people in the village all his life, and he had always treated the cow as a relative.

A peasant, especially a farmer who lives on the land, a cow that can cultivate the land is far more important than a strong labor force, and snatching the ox away is almost tearing down the pillar of a peasant family.

Hearing the death of the devil who robbed the cow, Uncle Mo suddenly felt that his feet seemed to be much more comfortable, and the pain was no longer painful.

"But why do you have so many good things in your group?"

At this time, a soldier had already opened the sack containing grain, and several bags in the sack were also taken out and opened, a bag of refined white flour, a bag of corn, and a bag of rice.

All of them are refined grains, all of them are excellent processed grains, they are all kinds of grains that are not adulterated with any impurities, and there are at least more than 100 catties, so much grain they can eat for more than a month.

Uncle Mo's family of six, an old man in his sixties, two Uncle Mo's sons, and three babies. The eldest daughter is married, and the remaining two babies are 7 years old and 9 years old, and they all go to the mountains to help.

"Give me so much? Do you have enough food in your group? Uncle Mo said with some concern.

"Uncle Mo, do you think we look like we can't get enough to eat? Look at this woolen coat on our body," several people showed off their muscles and woolen coats.

At this time, Uncle Mo found that several people who were originally thin like monkeys were now sturdy, their faces were obviously shiny, and the woolen coats on their bodies were brand new and thick.