Chapter 1: The Oath (8b)

Under the full rescue of the old scar. Redbeard finally regained his consciousness at noon the next day. The old man ignored the dissuasion of the crowd. Immediately get up from the hospital bed. Let Zhang Songling help him out to inspect the camp. To find out that everything is working properly. The military spirit of the guerrillas is also quite stable. Only then did he finally let out a long breath. Staggered back to the bedroom to continue resting.

In the days that followed. The old man acted like nothing had happened. Put all your energy into the recovery of the camp and the team. Move as vigorously as a young man. Agility of thinking. It is not inferior to Zhang Songling and other younger generations. But everyone saw it clearly. The old man's body is slowly withering at a rate visible to the naked eye. Accompanied the soldiers of the independent battalion to do that circumstance. Drained the last bit of strength in the old man's body. Any consumption that follows. All at the cost of burning lives. However, none of them succeeded in convincing the old man to stop and rest. It's different from the past. At this moment, Redbeard didn't listen to any advice. It was as if he had anticipated that his days on earth were numbered. So don't dare to waste every minute. He's going to get the Blackstone guerrillas in order. And only then give it to his successor with confidence. He'd rather burn himself to ashes. I don't want to leave the slightest trouble for future generations.

After several times of hard persuasion to no avail. Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others had to cheer up. Get the job done before Redbeard gets it done himself. So that the elderly can worry less. But Redbeard encounters this every time. but refused to leave immediately. Instead, stand by the side. Quietly watched Zhang Songling and the others busy before and after. Wait for the young people to finish the matter at hand. before pulling them aside. Patiently point out where the handling does not conform to the rules of the Eighth Route Army. There is still room for improvement in where to deal with it. Teach them to correct every mistake by hand. Make up for the shortcomings. And will be the team management and mass work experience accumulated over the years. Fill in the minds of young people without reservation. It doesn't matter if the latter can be remembered or not. How much can you comprehend after remembering.

Zhang Songling is a smart person. And very open-minded and studious. Although Zhao Tianlong's comprehension is slightly worse than Zhang Songling's. But it is more willing to work hard than the former. The two brothers learned and worked at the same time. If you don't understand, just ask. With the full assistance of the backbone of the guerrillas such as the leader of the first squadron, Elder Zheng, and the elder of the cooking squad, Feng. Progress is very fast. Especially the former. It took over their respective jobs for more than half a month. It's already fully into the role. Almost every day-to-day work is handled in an orderly manner. Almost every executive order has been issued in a way that looks good. Make people not think about it. Little did he know that he had only been in the guerrillas for more than a year. Not even more aware of his real age.

See this scene. Redbeard was very pleased. While the two are working. He no longer continued to teach hand-in-hand beside him. Instead, I found out about the problem when I listened to the debriefing in the evening. before giving the latter the necessary allocation. When you can't grab anything to do. The old man was on a cane. Wander around in front of the camp and behind the camp. When you see a place that is memorable, you stop. This knocks. That touch. It seems to be able to get out of the snow on the stones. Find your busy figure back then.

And his comrades-in-arms who have been busy with him over the years. But it's often gone. Those faces that are hidden in the memory. It is also washed by time more and more blurred.

"That was when Da Zhou and I had just entered the mountain. The first bunker was dug. He was a mouse. The timidity is particularly small. I don't like to dig holes in the ground. I always feel like I'm shrinking my body into a cave. It's the safest." Nostalgia to the excitement. Redbeard likes to talk to himself. It doesn't matter if there's anyone listening. At this time. He was no different from the other old men in the village under the mountain who were in their twilight years. Occasionally, it's upside down. It makes the listener feel a sense of time and space confusion rise in his heart." I told him. If you have the ability, you will hollow out the whole mountain. Otherwise, it is inevitable that one day the little devil will be blocked in the cave urn to catch turtles. And he took it seriously. Everywhere digging for explosives......"

As for how the Heavy Da Zhou finally got out of the psychological shadows. Redbeard didn't say. No one else in the team knew about it. As the size of the camp continues to expand. At that time, the cave lost its dual role of guarding the key point and hiding it. Metamorphosed into a guerrilla storage vault. There's a lot of space in there. If it's piled up with grain and vegetables. That's enough for hundreds of people to eat for ten years. It's a pity that the guerrillas never managed to collect enough food and forage to carry their baggage. Fill the entire storage cellar.

"That pavilion was built by Lao Lu and others. He thought it was too stuffy to have meetings in the house in the summer. Can't open up to smoke dry cigarettes. I deliberately built a pavilion outside. Look at the pillar. And rafters. There is not a single nail in the joint. This is a traditional carpenter's craft. It is exactly the same as the main building of the Siqin family's palace. After repairing. Standing for 100 years....."

The late Deputy Captain Lu Feng was a carpenter. I usually like to hit things the most. When the guerrillas were in dire straits. relied on a superb carpenter's skills to support most of the team. Herdsmen and Han people living within a radius of 100 miles. They also like to barter with grain and livestock. A thing that Lao Lu made with traditional craftsmanship is indeed beautiful and durable. Second, Lao Lu's level of doing business is really poor. A set of elm cabinets for weddings. Often only two sheep are exchanged. Same price. I can't even change four new chairs in Blackrock.

"The trees over there. It's a plug belt of the human race. He said it was easy to cut down trees. It's hard to plant trees. Our guerrillas have to leave some money for future generations......" secretly turned their heads. While the guards aren't paying attention. The old man quickly dried the corners of his eyes. When sanity is suddenly restored. He immediately became the red-bearded man who had not changed color even when Tarzan collapsed in front of him. Gestures. It makes the people around feel quiet and peaceful.

Zhang Songling learned the latest situation of the old man from the mouth of the red-bearded guard. When work isn't too busy. I will also try to take time out of the old man to walk around. An old man and a young man paced in the snow like their own family. Footprints were everywhere in the camp.

In front of a successor of his own hand. Redbeard's spirit is exceptionally relaxed. The leap of thinking is also becoming more and more intense. Often a topic is just beginning. I suddenly jumped to another topic. If there are any questions, Zhang Songling doesn't know much about them at all. It doesn't even have anything to do with him. But the old man also spoke unconsciously. And often at the beginning. The mind doesn't know where it has gone.

"One day you drove the little devil away. Remember to burn a piece of paper at my grave and tell me." Once after passing through the camp, Lao Lu and other martyrs were clothed in mounds. Redbeard suddenly asks for a positive color.

"What's the point? You'll be able to see with your own eyes the day the little devil surrenders." Zhang Songling's heart hurt like a pinprick in his heart. But he put on an innocent smile on his face." When the time comes, you will lead the people to hold a public sacrifice here. With the letter of surrender of the little devils. Comfort Lao Lu's spirits in the sky."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it that day." Redbeard glanced at Zhang Songling. Shaking his head very calmly." What a situation I am myself. Actually, I know it very well in my heart. The reason why he refuses to close his eyes. I just want to see what happens to the little devil."

"You'll be able to make it until." Zhang Songling looked into Redbeard's eyes. Emphasize loudly." Uncle Scar has already said it. He has a way of getting you back to being stronger than you were back then. You also know his old man's medical skills. Even a person who was shot in the stomach. He can snatch it back from Lord Yama."

"I'll try my best." It's like coaxing a child. Redbeard responded with a smile. He didn't want to waste too much time on this pointless topic. Take advantage of your clear mind today. He worked with Zhang Songling to deal with more important matters.

"Don't say anything discouraged. I'm still waiting to be with you on the Prancing Horse Tokyo." Zhang Songling refused to give up. Continue to cheer the old man on loudly.

"Prancing Horse Tokyo.." The old man's face brightened instantly. It's like a charcoal fire blown red by the wind." It can't be." While shaking his head. He laughed. If only we had that day. I'm just dead. Gotta laugh out loud from the coffin."

"How could it be." Feel the change in the spirit of the old man. Zhang Songling continues to work the same topic." Xing his little devil burned, killed and looted in China. No, let's go to Tokyo and ride a horse.!"

"Impossible." Redbeard's smile slowly retracted. There was a faint sense of helplessness on his face. Even if you win. It can't be. "He pointed to .....the sky above his head. Continue to shake your head gently." There is always a group of people. Be strict with your own people. Tolerant of foreigners. Look at it. When the time comes, the biggest is probably. The little devil just needs to admit his mistake. I don't want to care about anything."

"This kind of thing will not be decided by their Kuomintang family." Zhang Songling was on the old 26th Road. Already fed up with the incompetence of the top echelons of the national government. Listened to Redbeard's words. Can't help but be indignant.

"Hehe......" Redbeard smiled softly again. I don't argue with Zhang Songling. I looked around. Shift the conversation to another topic." I give you an abbreviated version of Capital and the Manifesto. Do you understand it now?"

"Nope." Zhang Songling immediately became ashamed. Blushing. Admit it in a low voice. The old man in front of him was looking forward to him. But he has limited understanding. It really can't meet the requirements of the elderly.

"Actually, I didn't understand it myself." Seeing Zhang Songling's frightened face. The old man suddenly laughed mischievously like a child." I have a low level of education. Even what many of the words in Capital Volume 1 mean. I still don't understand it."