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Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (Part 2I)

The devils who were sent to guard the coal station on the railway line were certainly not first-class elites, not only did they have poor combat effectiveness, but they were not very interested in the spirit of "jade crushing" that had been instilled in the Japanese military leadership, and when they saw that the general trend was gone, they laid down their weapons one after another, raised their hands and surrendered

At this time, the spy company could be regarded as making a "big fortune" and captured more devil prisoners than it had captured in the previous few months combined, and also obtained two intact Type 92 heavy machine guns, which greatly made up for its own lack of heavy firepower

In addition to being overjoyed, the company commander Zhao Baoquan didn't have the heart to embarrass the puppet soldiers who took the initiative to open the door for the spy company, first gathered them together and taught them a few lessons, and then ordered the station commander Gu to take out a sum of money from the captured food expenses of the Japanese puppet army, and gave each puppet soldier a separate severance pay of five yuan

In the past six months since the start of the Hundred Regiments War, the Eighth Route Army itself has suffered great losses and urgently needs to replenish its troops, so Zhao Baoquan is not polite, and does not refuse the puppet army who requests to participate in the Eighth Route Anyway, after these people arrive in the regiment, they will have to go through a long period of training before they will be assigned to front-line combat units There are political commissars at all levels who teach by word and deed, and they do not worry that they will not be able to change the original bad problems on their bodies

After the puppet army was collected, it was not too early Zhao Baoquan and Zhang Songling took prisoners, carried the guns, ammunition and office supplies copied from the coal filling station, and quickly evacuated

At about one o'clock in the morning, everyone finally returned to the temporary station of the 24 th Regiment smoothly, and the instructor Wang Liang had already prepared steaming sorghum porridge and cornmeal wotou with a cooking platoon to replenish the strength of the soldiers who had returned triumphantly

While everyone was busy eating supper, Wang Liang quietly pulled Zhang Songling's clothes and whispered: "In the evening, the military sub-district called to find you, and asked you to go to the headquarters immediately after you come back."

"Military Division, what did they say, it's all at that, is it appropriate for me to go over now?" Zhang Songling was stunned, pinched half of his nest, and asked in a low voice

"I don't know" Instructor Wang Liang shook his head lightly, "It seems that Commissar Wang wants to see you, but don't worry about time, Commissar Wang is a workaholic, for him, staying up late is commonplace."

"Then I'll go over here," Zhang Songling drank the sorghum porridge in the bowl in two mouthfuls, grabbed half of the nest, strode out of the door, and only walked a few steps, and heard the instructor Wang Liang shouting behind him, "Ride the horse of the communication team, just return it to them when you come back, it's safe all the way from here to the headquarters, you just need to pay more attention to your step."

"Oh," Zhang Songling whispered, and ran quickly to the communications class to borrow a horse, and his riding skills were also in the top three in the entire 24th Regiment, so he didn't care about riding a war horse to catch up with the night road, and ran at a gallop for more than half an hour, and finally rushed to the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army's Hebei Central Army Division before two o'clock in the middle of the night

As soon as the "password" entered the village, the war horse was stopped by the sentry on duty, and he gave a secret signal with a serious face

"Dingyuan" Zhang Songling knew that this was the rule of the military division, jumped off his mount, held the horse lantern in front of him, and responded seriously

"It's Company Commander Zhang," with the help of the light, Xiao Lu, the guard platoon commander who led the night patrol, recognized Zhang Songling's identity, raised his hand and saluted, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and go in, Political Commissar Wang specially told you to go directly to the headquarters to find him as soon as you arrive, Ma, I'll find someone to help you send the logistics side to feed it, and you can pick it up yourself when you come back."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you" Zhang Songling raised his hand and returned the military salute, carrying a lantern, and walked on foot to the village temple that served as the headquarters, and at the same time, he became more and more strange in his heart, what is the matter with the political commissar Wang of the military sub-district who is actually looking for himself in such a hurry Is it that he was reported in the first few battles when he ordered to "shoot first and then question" the remnants of the Japanese or was the military academy recruited him to go back to continue his studies Judging from the current situation, the huge "Hundred Regiments Battle" has reached the final stage A military cadet like himself who came down to trainee There is no need to continue to stay in the front-line troops, and the sooner you return to Kang Da, the sooner you can finish your studies, and the sooner you return to the old army

Zhengxin thought about it with a steady hand, and suddenly a warm greeting came from his ears, "Is it Company Commander Zhang, here, the political commissar is having a meeting with the commander, let you go to the office and wait for him for a while."

Zhang Songling raised his head when he heard this, and just happened to see the friendly smiling face of Zhang Maijun, the head of the propaganda section, "The commander and the political commissar have a meeting, is there another big battle, if you don't violate discipline, Lao Zhang, can you leak some inside information to me I will see the political commissar in a while, so I can ask him for help for our company commander."

"How can there be so many big battles to fight" Zhang Maijun, the head of the propaganda section, glanced at Zhang Songling, shook his head with a smile, "You little fat man, after fighting all night, you are still so energetic, and you are about to shrink your defense, lest the little devil be beaten in a hurry, biting our front-line troops, I guess the commander and political commissar will also hold a meeting to study how to transfer the team, where to focus on protection, and give up the problem of those lots."

He and Zhang Songling were a family five hundred years ago, and recently because of the collection of materials for combat heroes, they have not been on the front line, so they are very familiar with the chubby little guy in front of them, and they are also well aware of the series of glorious deeds that the little guy has done in the spy company in recent months

"Oh, that's the case," Zhang Songling replied in a low voice, although he had long expected this stage, he still felt a little lost in his heart The logistics supply of the Eighth Route Army was too difficult to launch this "Hundred Regiment Battle" Almost all of his family funds were staked to be able to grit his teeth and persist until now It is already an extraordinary performance If it continues, it will not only be difficult to expand the results of the battle, but the ones that were won from the Japanese before will probably be returned by the other party with interest

"Don't be so depressed," Zhang Maijun patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and said with a smile while walking towards the office of Political Commissar Wang, "One piece and one relaxation is the way to use soldiers, let's retreat to the mountains to accumulate strength, and sooner or later there will be a day when we fight again, but you Zhang Xiaochubby, I'm afraid next time it's not just a trainee company commander, I'm just going to squat on your side, and have a good interview with you, the winner of the Medal of Heroes for Killing Enemies, how did you grow up?"

"Section Chief Zhang is joking with me again" Zhang Songling's face was slightly red when he was said, and he hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, "I am not the only one who won the medal for killing the enemy in the Eighth Division, whose deeds are not more outstanding than me, you hurry up and interview them, and I guarantee that I will be rewarded with a report from the whole Jinchaji again."

"Okay, you kid, there is a set of fighting a war, and boasting about people's kung fu is better than fighting" This time, it was Zhang Maijun's turn to blush, wave his hands, and count down with a smile, "Come into the house and wait, don't move the documents on the desk, I'll go get you a basin of hot water, you can soak your feet."

"No, no, I haven't washed my socks for a few days, but I don't dare to put poison gas in the political commissar's office," Zhang Songling dared to ask the head of the propaganda section in charge of a military sub-district to wash his feet, and quickly ran into the house and pressed the washbasin with his hands, "Besides, it's all in vain, and I'll have to ride back later, and I'll be covered in dirt from head to toe."

"Then I'll make you a basin of hot water to wash your face" Zhang Maijun was very real, stretched out his hand and snatched the basin hard, "lest you see the political commissar, he won't recognize you."

"No, really no, my face is black, a little dirt can't see dirty, but it can block the wind."

Wang Yuanyin, political commissar of the Eighth Division of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, opened the straw curtain and walked in with a smile.

"Political Commissar" Zhang Songling and Zhang Maijun quickly put down the basin and raised their hands to salute Wang Yuanyin raised his hand to salute the two, and then continued to smile and said: "The little fat man is here, did you fight well today, I heard Xiao Wang say that you and Lao Zhao took someone to the train to blow up the devils again, how did the train blow up and killed a few little devils?"

"It's over," Zhang Songling organized his language a little, and reported loudly, "Blow up a railway bridge, a Type 95 armored patrol car, and a military train that specializes in pulling clothing and medicines, probably kill more than 40 devils, and then hand over the supplies to the local comrades, and soon the villagers will be able to organize the villagers to be transported back to the military subdivision."

"Okay, I told the commander just now, you Zhang Fatzi has never been involved in losing money, no, everyone will have new clothes to wear soon," Wang Yuanyin's eyes lit up, and he praised him very happily, but soon his eyes fell on Zhang Songling's military uniform, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "What, you got a puppet army clothes to put on first, this is a bit too anxious, although according to the regulations, you are even qualified to give priority to the loot, but you should go through the motions....."

"No, no," Zhang Songling hurriedly interrupted in a low voice, "Lao Zhao and I saw that there was a puppet army's military uniform in the car, so I checked it, and I took a platoon of brothers to run in front of the road guard team pretending to be devils, and he took the other two platoons and the county brigade that cooperated with us to chase behind, chased all the way to the Three Trees Coal Station, deceived the gate, and eliminated the devils and puppet troops inside."

"Three Trees Coal Station!" Wang Yuanyin was taken aback, took out a document from the desk, and flipped it quickly, "You mean the one on the Pinghan line, yes, you fat man, you are really getting more and more bold, and you even dare to fight the stronghold where the heavy troops are stationed How about how many devils have you eliminated Your spies have not even suffered a big loss?"

"It's not big, it's not big, when the spy company blew up the bridge, four comrades were swept by the machine guns on the patrol car and died on the spot, and in the rest of the battle, there were basically no losses, especially when attacking the Three Trees Coal Station, because of the cooperation of the underground staff inside, it was almost bloodless," Zhang Songling thought about it again and responded with a little pride

"That's good, that's good," Wang Yuanyin clapped his hands happily The Eighth Route Army's current ability to attack fortified positions is not ordinarily poor, so when arranging combat missions, the headquarters tries not to ask the front-line troops to attack the devil's stronghold with sufficient defense facilities, but the people below can create a miracle It still makes him, the political commissar, feel inexplicable, especially this miracle is still created on the basis of his own few casualties, and it is even more desirable to happen several times a day and never stop

However, thinking of Zhang Songling's vicious rumors that he had been forced down by the military sub-division in the past, Political Commissar Wang couldn't help but be vigilant, hesitated for a moment, and tried in a very small voice, "Have you captured the prisoners, won't you tell me again, the little devils would rather die than surrender, and commit suicide with a grenade."

"This ....." Zhang Songling scratched his scalp in embarrassment and hesitated for a while before responding loudly, "Report to the political commissar, not this time!" The third-rate troops stationed in the coal station were little devils, and there was not much Chinese blood on their hands, so they did not commit suicide this time, except for a few stubborn people, everyone else was captured by the special service company, and they could be escorted to the military subdivision after dawn."

"How many people are worth interviewing?" Zhang Junmai was itching to listen to next to him, and couldn't help but interject in a low voice

"There are probably more than fifty, Lao Zhao is in charge, I didn't count them carefully," Zhang Songling frowned, recalled for a few seconds, and reported a rough data, As a very traditional soldier, he doesn't look down on those who raise their hands to surrender, even if the one who chooses to surrender is a little devil, so he never puts much energy on the prisoners This time is the same

"You little guy," Wang Yuanyin shook his head with Zhang Maijun when he heard this, "It's okay to do anything, it's just that the murderous aura is too heavy, fortunately, there are not a few pedantic people in our eighth division, otherwise, you will have to suffer."

"Thank you to the political commissar for blocking for me" There is a way that the drum does not need a heavy hammer Zhang Songling heard it and immediately guessed some of his previous behaviors The high-level of the division did not know but chose to turn a blind eye "Actually, I am not too murderous when I do this, those guys who are full of blood debts may not be able to successfully reform if they are captured, but they have to be careful to commit suicide It is better to give them a good time and save it..."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense if you have some words," Wang Yuanyin glared at him and shook his head helplessly, "Sooner or later, there will be a time when you cry and nose, let's not mention these today, I came to you mainly for two things, first, according to your academic performance during the school and your performance during the internship, the president of Kang University asked me to inform you that you have officially graduated and you don't need to go back to school, and the graduation certificate and badge have been sent to you."

"Thank you, political commissar, thank you, Kang Da leader!" Zhang Songling was overjoyed and responded repeatedly

"Second thing....." Wang Yuanyin looked at him, and there was a bit of expectation in his eyes "The Battle of the Hundred Regiments is officially over this month, and I need to ask for your personal opinion on your future arrangements I want you to stay in the Operations Staff Office of the Eighth Division, but Lao Su of the Chabei Military Division wants you to report to him immediately Where are you going? Zhang Songling, I hope you will think carefully and give me a reply."

Note 1: Wang Yuanyin, political commissar of the Eighth Division of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, an outstanding cadre from a student, was surrounded by Japanese troops during the May Day Sweep in 1942, was seriously wounded, and committed suicide with a gun