Chapter 2: Cross Currents (12 A)

Regardless of whether the Ninety-Third Regiment had previously attempted to annex the Blackstone guerrillas. It also doesn't matter how deep Fang Guoqiang's previous prejudices against the Kuomintang army were. At this moment. He had to admit it. The Ninety-Three Regiment is different from the other mischievous goods who have turned into the wind. This is also a team that dares to fight hard with little devils. They didn't try to destroy the dissidents by the hands of the little devils. The vast majority of them. It's the same as his Eighth Route Army soldier. Defend the last dignity of the Chinese nation with blood and life.

With the help of the light that shines through the operating room. Fang Guoqiang saw it clearly. At this moment. There were at least two hundred blood-stained stretchers around him. After a long stretcher queue. There are also hundreds of people who are not injured enough to be fatal. They are waiting in line for doctors and nurses to give them emergency treatment. And as far as he knew. The Ninety-third Regiment has just been included in the Order of the First Regiment by the Military Commissar for less than two months. It hasn't had time to expand yet. In other words. Just the group of wounded people in front of me. It has accounted for more than 20% of the total strength of the 93rd Regiment. As for the warriors who fell in daytime battles. Perhaps far more than the number of wounded.

"We Jin Suijun. The nickname on the outside is Seven and a Half Roads." The liaison officer, who had been silently following Zhang Songling's side, suddenly spoke. It's not loud. But it made Fang Guoqiang feel more and more embarrassed.

Seven and a half ways. It was only halfway short of the Eighth Route Army. So the Eighth Route Army can do it. Jin Suijun must also do it. It's the pride of being a soldier. Regardless of faith.

Suddenly, I heard the words of the liaison officer. The soldiers who were crying quietly around also noticed that there were "outsiders" passing by. They wiped away their tears. Try to keep your mouth shut. Don't let outsiders see your weakness.

The crying around him immediately subsided. Moment. Fang Guoqiang felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to his face. I can't turn around and run away immediately. Yet reason told him clearly. I don't have the authority to do so. He was the political commissar of the Blackstone guerrillas. What is his performance like at the moment. In the eyes of others. What the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army were like.

Slowly stop. Fang Guoqiang put his legs together. To the wounded, nurses, doctors and ordinary soldiers around. A military salute was performed in a dignified manner. The face is solemn. There is no moisture in the eyes of the eyes.

"Salute." The guerrilla recruits who followed not far behind Fang Guoqiang. Also under the organization of two platoon commanders . Stand up straight. Collectively send the highest respect to the warriors. The surrounding cadres and soldiers of the Ninety-third Regiment were stunned. Immediately, it was evident that the kindness from the friendly forces was felt. They gathered their hands stained with the blood of themselves or their companions above their temples. Reciprocate with courtesy.

Two teams that originally didn't know each other. Almost in a matter of seconds. The distance between them was tightened. Led by two platoon commanders. The guerrilla recruits took clean towels and first aid kits from their luggage behind their backs. Squat down. Provide help to the brothers of Jin Suijun within their ability. And the wounded of the Jin Sui Army who had been helped writhed very embarrassed. A series of grateful sounds came from his mouth." Other. Big brother. I'll do it myself. You help get some water. I'll just do it myself. Your towel is still brand new. It's a pity to get dirty. Don't ....."

"Let's go to the regimental headquarters quickly. Captain Qi is still waiting over there. Brothers, just leave it to Captain Zhou to greet him." Zhang Songling gently pulled Fang Guoqiang, who was a little distracted. Whispered proposal. Turn your head. He quickly looked at Jin Suijun's liaison again: "Brother Fu Jie. The rest of the matter is for you. They are all recruits. I don't have any experience in the ranks."

"Well said. Well said." Zhou Fujie, the liaison officer of the Jin Sui Army, was very moved by the behavior of the recruits. Nodding vigorously. Big bag." It's wrapped around me. Make sure to feed the brethren. There is hot water to use."

Zhang Songling called two more platoon commanders. A few words of command in a low voice. Then lead Fang Guoqiang. Continue towards the temporary headquarters of the Ninety-third Regiment. This stretch of the road he has walked countless times in the last day. The sentries of the Jin Sui army along the way are already very familiar with each other. Therefore, there was no inquiry or hindrance. After a while. I have already come to the vicinity of the regimental headquarters.

"Why hasn't Fat Zhang come back... He's not trying to change his mind. They guerrillas. But he has never been willing to fight a tough battle."

"I thought that little fat man was unreliable. He was only twenty years old. He actually became the captain of the guerrillas. Who knows how he got into it."

The windows of the temporary command are wide open. It's still a few dozen meters away. The noise inside reached the ears of Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang word for word. Apparently. Inside the Ninety-Third Regiment. There are also many people who are full of prejudices against the Eighth Route Army.

"Alright. Don't shout without evidence. He's not reliable. When he was desperate with the little devils in Niangzi Pass. Your grandmother is still carrying a teapot for the brigade commander." The regimental commander of the Ninety-third Regiment, Lao Qi, is a cannon. The more people below talk, the more unspeakable they become. Slap the table and shout." He's not reliable. If he's not reliable. The old brigade commander wouldn't have kept his name on his lips. Let me tell you. The first year of being a soldier. I won the Medal of Glory twice. If it weren't for the fact that I went to cast eight ways later. Our new 31st Division. At least one of the regimental commanders has to be held by others."

I didn't expect my own head to defend Zhang Songling so much. The doubts below immediately subsided. But there are still people who are not convinced. Cocking his neck, he muttered, "How was he. We've all heard about it after all. No one has ever seen it with their own eyes. Who knows this time....."

"Little Devil Lu. If you have anything to say, you can say it out loud. Don't squat in the middle of the house and recite the Tibetan scriptures." The head of the regiment, Lao Qi, slapped the table case again. Interrupt sharply." This time. Isn't that how good they are? During the day, when you fight against the little devils. People rely on two small steel cannons. and held his ground steadily. It's not like you this trash. I knew that I would call Lao Tzu for reinforcements.."

The company commander of the Jin Suijun Army, nicknamed Lu Xiaogui, made a big red face. Stuck his head in the crotch. Don't dare to chew your tongue indiscriminately. Regiment Leader Lao Qi shook his head vigorously. Continue to say loudly: "I know what you are all thinking. But right now, it's a bit of a bone. Nothing is as important as cleaning up the little devils. The guerrillas are willing to take the initiative to take the lead. It's enough to prove their sincerity. If there were no cavalry. Let's rush up with infantry. At least how many lives are to fill in the way. You're all veterans. You should know it in your own hearts.."

"I'm afraid that their cavalry is too small. I can't break through the little devil's defenses."

"Isn't there still Lao Liu's death squad. There are cavalry in front of the little devil first. At least it can give Lao Liu a little more certainty."

"Uh-huh." Zhang Songling was embarrassed to continue listening. Let out a gentle cough. Then he walked quickly to the door of the house: "This brother. . . Trouble to the head of Qi. Let's just say that the fat man of the Blackstone guerrillas is back."

The sentry standing guard at the door was listening to the commotion inside. Suddenly, the core of the chiefs' dispute came out of the darkness in front of him. Dengshi was scared. Quickly tear your throat open. Respond loudly." Sheet. ZHANG Chang. Please. Please wait. I. I'm going to go in and report to our regiment commander."

"Report what. Don't invite Brother Kuaizhang in." Lao Qi, the head of the ninety-third regiment, opened the door of the house. Shouted to the outside. And then. greeted Zhang Songling with a little embarrassment." Brother Zhang came back so soon... This is ......"

"This is the commissar of our partisans . Surname Fang. I joined the army to fight devils. It was encouraged by him." Zhang Songling took two quick steps forward. Reach out and make introductions for both parties." Old Fang. This is the regimental commander of the Ninety-third Regiment, Lao Qi. A hero who participated in the Great Wall War of Resistance in those years."

"Long Yang. Long admiration." Qi Wei, the commander of the 93rd Regiment, and Fang Guoqiang, the political commissar of the Blackstone guerrillas, greeted each other in unison. Even the action of clenching the fist is a little similar.

After a few short pleasantries. The guests and hosts walked into the headquarters in turn. The head of the regiment, Elder Qi, first arranged for Zhang and Fang to sit down. Then walk over to a simple map hanging on the wall. Quickly cut to the chase: "According to the latest information. The devils and puppet army of the Hung Yen Garrison Command. It's all in trucks and they're already coming here. Kuniaki Kawada Brigade in Kuroishi. It can be killed at any time. So tomorrow early morning the general offensive . For us, it's the last hammer deal. Can smash the hard bone of the Kodama squadron. And the brethren did not die in vain. In case you can't bite it. We can only admit it. The suspension pending sanctions. It's time to go to the old brigade commander and get board-by-board. Don't give a damn a damn shout."

The atmosphere in the venue was immediately aroused. Several battalion commanders and company commanders blushed. Responded loudly: "Please rest assured, head of the regiment. Let's just fight for this old life. I won't be a disgrace to the old brigade commander either."

"Just wait and see. Our brethren of the death squad. Just go. Either I'll put the flag on top of that dirt bag. Or fall halfway through. Never run backwards and backwards.."

"Yes. Our 39th regiment. When have you ever been afraid of the little devil.."

"Lao Tzu will personally carry the big knife when the time comes. I don't believe it. The little devil is all fucking three-headed and six-armed."

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In the midst of a scorching commotion. The regiment leader Lao Qi pressed his hand down hard. Added loudly: "Spoken out of the mouth. It's all vanity. It's a mule and a horse. See you on the battlefield. Below. First of all, Lieutenant Colonel Zhang Songling, the leader of the Blackstone Guerrilla Brigade, who was responsible for the main attack. Tell me about his specific arrangements. Then everyone discussed how to cooperate according to the situation. I'll start with the ugly words. From now on. All speeches are considered military orders. Who dared to say it at the meeting. Tomorrow morning it won't be possible. Lao Tzu will never be polite to him."

Note 1: A regiment. The early stage of the Anti-Japanese War. The National Revolutionary Army on the advice of foreign advisers. The team has been modernized and reorganized. There are three types of regiment-level units: A, B, and C. The largest number of people in the A regiment. The most well-equipped. The approximate size of each regiment is about 2,400 people.

Note 2: Thirty-ninth Regiment. That is, the predecessor of the new 31st Division. During the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War. General Sun Lanfeng led this regiment to stick to the Huairou line. Repeatedly engaged in white-knuckle battles with the Japanese army. Defend your position.