Comrade Wu, there is still something to eat here, why don't you eat it first? ”

At night, the daytime singing restored some of the morale of these captured political workers, their mental state was significantly better, and their faces were more smiling when they slept.

Zhao Yaqian couldn't sleep a little, she was really a little uncomfortable with this kind of prison.

Is it fear of death? Or is there too much you want to do that you don't do?

Just when she was looking at the bright moon outside in a daze, the soldiers who led Ge Wu Xueyi during the day were sent back.

If he hadn't seen some talent, maybe the officer in custody would have pulled him out and shot him.

Even if he didn't die, the other party was uncomfortable, and he was hung outside for a long time, and then put down and sent to the cell at night.

Thinking that the other party hadn't eaten for most of the day, Zhao Yaqian and a few comrades secretly hid some food, and took it out to the other party after the soldiers in custody rested.

Wu Xueyi saw the shriveled cake and glanced at Zhao Yaqian in front of him gratefully, "Thank you... Thank you. ”

The lips that were shriveled because of lack of water took the cake and began to devour it, although this cake was only a small piece, but in front of Wu Xueyi, it was no different from the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

"Eat slowly, there's water!"

Zhao Yaqian took a bowl filled with water from the female comrade next to her, saw the gobbling up of the other party, hurriedly reminded, and handed over the bowl in her hand.

Seeing the water, Wu Xueyi also hurriedly took it, and after taking a sip, the dry lips were finally no longer so miserable.

You must know that this is winter, and there is still light snow outside, what will it look like if you hang it outdoors for most of the day at this low temperature?

After eating something, Wu Xueyi's face finally regained some blood, and he trembled and said, "Thank you... Thank you! ”

"These days, if you don't kill a devil, you know how to attack your own people. It's a pity that those comrades who sacrificed didn't die at the hands of the Japanese, but at the hands of their own compatriots. Someone next to him said indignantly.

"Sooner or later, they will be punished!"

"Even if we are punished, we will not see it!"

"Director Zhang, what should we do now?"

Someone came to Zhang Fengge, who was covered in injuries, and among these people, Zhang Fengge, as the director of the brigade's political department, was undoubtedly the core of everyone.

Zhang Fengge struggled to sit up and looked at the young comrades around him, "Comrades, don't be afraid, from the day we participated in the revolution, we were ready to sacrifice for the revolutionary cause, and we should not retreat at such a moment.

Xia Minghan has a good saying, 'It doesn't matter if you cut off your head, as long as your doctrine is true'. Don't let the enemy laugh at us, be strong! ”

Just when Zhang Fengge wanted to continue to encourage everyone, there was a sudden sound of gunfire outside.

"Not good, there is an enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Comrades, rush!"

For a while, the soldiers guarding outside seemed to be facing a great enemy, and these political workers in the room came to the window one after another, looking at the sound of gunfire outside with some doubts.

Suddenly, someone pointed to the distance and shouted excitedly, "It's our people, it's our people who have come to save us!" ”

"What? Our people? Where are our people here? ”

"What our people! Our people are coming! ”

"We're here!"

Seeing that it was their own people calling, these captured political workers were very excited, although they did not know where these people came from.

"He's coming! He must have come! ”

Zhao Yaqian muttered, and then came to the window as if she was stunned, she thought it was Li Hai coming.

"Director Zhang, are there any of our people around here?" Someone came to Zhang Fengge and asked.

"I don't know, it stands to reason that after the rebellion of the Seventh Regiment of the Decisive Death, there shouldn't be any of our talents!" Zhang Fengge shook his head, not knowing what was going on.

"Comrades inside, are you alright? We are the Eight Regiments of Death, and we have come to save you! ”

"Is there anyone, if you hear it, you will reply, we are the eight regiments to the death!"

"What? Is it the Eighth Regiment of the Dead? How could it be them! ”

"We're here, we're all here!"

No matter how the Eighth Regiment of Decisive Death came here, after confirming that it was their own people, these detainees were all excited, and hurriedly waved their hands and shouted.

After a while, a soldier rushed to the detention area, smashed open the door, and saw the people being held inside, and hurriedly shouted outside.

"Found it, they're all here!"

Soon, a large number of soldiers rushed over, and when they saw the figure in the lead, Zhao Yaqian had tears in her eyes.

It's really him!

Lehi came to the dim door, looked at the comrades inside, and put the pistol in the pouch at his waist, "Your headquarters is still the seventh regiment?" I am Li Hai, the acting head of the Eighth Regiment and the director of the Political Department! ”

"It's Director Li of the Eighth Regiment of the Decisive Death!"

"Director Li, we are all here, Director Zhang of the 197th Brigade, Director Guo of the Seventh Regiment and Director Hao of the Ninth Regiment are all here."

"All here?" Under the leadership of the people inside, Li Hai came to Zhang Fengge, and when he saw that it was indeed the other party, he immediately saluted and said, "Director Zhang, I didn't expect you to be alive, it seems that I didn't come late!" ”

Zhang Fengge was the director of the political department of the 197th Brigade, and the Eighth Regiment belonged to the 3rd Independent Brigade, which was established after the Qiulin Conference, and turned the six regiments of the Third Column into two brigades.

"Director Li, I didn't expect you to save us!"

Zhang Fengge stood up tremblingly under the support of the people next to him, holding Li Hai's hands and said excitedly.

"Director Zhang is polite, are you injured?" Only then did Li Hai see the other party's body, and hurriedly shouted to the person behind him, "Quickly call the medical guards over and clean up the wounds on the body for Director Zhang and the others!" ”

"Thank you, thank you!" Zhang Fengge didn't know what to say at this time, and there were already tears in his eyes.

"Director Guo and Director Hao, are you two fine?"

In addition to Zhang Fengge, Guo Honghuang and Hao Tingjun also had injuries.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a skin injury, and you can't die!" Guo Honghuang grinned.

Although the other party is just a literati, Li Hai also has to admire the other party, his body is full of whip wounds, but the other party can still laugh, which shows how strong the other party is.

"You guys take a rest first, I still have something to deal with, and I have to catch that bastard Sun Chu." Lehi said.

Hearing that Li Hai was going to fight Sun Chu, Zhang Fengge and the others were a little surprised, but they couldn't intervene and could only watch Li Hai leave.

However, before Li Hai left, he saw Zhao Yaqian in the crowd with eyes full of joy, but he couldn't say anything on this occasion, so he could only smile and nod.

The guard company stayed here to clean up the battlefield, and tonight's battle had just begun.