Chapter 2: Cross Currents (11b)

See the military heart is available. Fang Guoqiang is not too verbose. Gather all the horses together. Leave it to Lao He to contain the stragglers. Forthwith. Jump off the mount. Pull out two dry nest heads from your backpack. While gnawing. While running briskly at the front of the whole team.

There are political commissars taking the lead. Naturally, the brothers rushed to follow suit. They took out dry food from their backpacks. While gnawing. While striding forward. Along the way, I encountered several open and dark posts of independent battalions. I saw that the people who led the way were Xiao Wang and Xiao Qin, two familiar faces. I immediately guessed the identity of everyone. Silently get out of the way. Released the whole team.

After another nearly three and a half hours of rapid marching. The group finally rushed to the edge of the battlefield. Zhang Songling, who got the news, had already greeted a rather burly liaison officer of the Jin Suijun. Meet Fang Guoqiang. I don't care about greetings. Hold the other person's hand. Loudly said, "You've come at the right time. The cooking platoon of the ninety-third regiment has already prepared hot water and porridge. Let the brother burn his feet. Drink a bowl of hot porridge. Then hurry up and get some sleep. Wake up on time at five o'clock tomorrow morning. There are about thirty minutes to eat and prepare. Five thirty a.m. The general offensive has officially begun."

"You're the captain. Tell the brothers orders." Fang Guoqiang hesitated. Very intimate reminder.

The captain of the brigade is in charge of military command. The political commissar is responsible for the organization and construction. Nowadays it is on the battlefield. So the captain should be fully responsible. Zhang Songling, who had already made up for the internal rules and regulations of the Eighth Route Army, immediately realized that Fang Guoqiang was avoiding suspicion. Smiled. Loudly." It's also good. I was on my way to the headquarters of the Ninety-Third Regiment. Just enough to drop by and bring everyone to the camping site."

Say it. Quickly turn your face to the sweaty recruits. Waving his arms, he shouted, "Brothers. Hurry up and come with me to dinner. Rested with a scalded foot after eating. Enough energy. Tomorrow morning, let's go fight the little devils together."

"Yes." The recruits looked at the captain, who was almost about the same age as themselves. Tear your throat in response.

"Then follow me. Lamb millet porridge. It can be eaten with an open belly. Don't be polite to them Ninety-Three." Zhang Songling greeted with a smile again. Take the lead and walk towards a makeshift shack nearby.

The brethren hurried to follow. While walking. While continuing to look at his captain from behind. Very tall. The shoulders also look strong. Every step is almost the same distance. At first glance, it looks like a battle-hardened veteran. It's just that this old soldier. The smile is very warm. It's not at all like the veteran instructors who were in the days when they were in basic military training. All of them made their faces look like the angry eyes of the King Kong in the temple. Opposite. On the face of the young captain. Everyone can see the enthusiasm and easy-going of the good brothers in the neighborhood. It was as if anyone could walk over and pat him on the shoulder. Ask him for a pot of dry tobacco to smoke. Or share the same wild melon with him.

There are indeed brave players who are trying. Try to bargain with your own captain. Take a few brisk steps. Immediately followed Zhang Songling's side half a foot away. shouted loudly: "Report to the captain. We don't have guns. Before coming. The logistics office of the military subdivision said that the gun you have here is newer than that of the military subdivision. They didn't send it to us."

"yes. We don't rest anymore. Hurry up and shoot us. Shots were fired. Let's take the time to familiarize ourselves with it. I'm going to fight the little devils with you tomorrow morning!" The two platoon commanders were not willing to be lonely. Pray loudly to Zhang Songling.

"It's ready. It's all the 38 big gayers that have just been captured on the battlefield today. Finished eating. I'll send someone for you at once." Zhang Songling is really as good at talking as everyone guessed. Nodding. Say yes without hesitation.

"What about bullets and grenades. We are in training. I also learned to use a grenade." Someone immediately got an inch. Continue to ask Zhang Songling for more supplies.

"Forty rounds of bullets per person. The grenade is not available for the time being. The grenades that this gang of little devils carry with them are specially designed to work with grenadiers. Throw the words with your hands. And easy to injure their own people by mistake .." Zhang Songling smiled. Not in the slightest for the "greed" of the interrogator.

Fang Guoqiang, who led the team to support him. I really can't stand the soldiers messing around in front of outsiders. Cough lightly a few times. Crying out, "Brethren. The captain of the brigade was rushing to the headquarters of the 93rd Regiment for a meeting. What's the problem, guys? Can you wait for him to come back? Concentrate and ask again. Babbling like this. How can our captain be able to answer.!"

The recruits heard this. I immediately realized that the guy's behavior was a bit excessive. Stuck out his tongue. He closed his mouth. Fang Guoqiang felt a little embarrassed in his heart. Keep your head down. explained to Zhang Songling in a very small voice: "It's the first time to go to the battlefield. It's inevitable that some excitement will be overdone. Don't get used to them. What to do. All according to the original rules of the guerrillas."

"It's fine." Zhang Songling smiled generously. Whisper in response." It's also a way to ease inner tension. Let's be honest. Knowing to ask me for a gun and a grenade. It's better than being so nervous that you can't take a step."

Fang Guoqiang pondered carefully. Immediately realized that the fighters were so big and not small just now. It's not entirely because of the lack of a good emphasis on organizational discipline in training. It's that the big war is coming. Trying to find an outlet for inner stress. Thinking of this section. He secretly cried out in his heart with shame. Pulled the corner of Zhang Songling's clothes. Whispered: "You're right. They should be too nervous. So be it. A moment when you go to the headquarters of the ninety-third regiment for a meeting. I stayed to do the ideological work of the warriors. lest there be a general attack tomorrow morning. Dragged you back."

"It's fine." Zhang Songling smiled again. Whisper adds." Let you come up with the recruits. The main thing is to let them feel the atmosphere of the big war. Usually it's just us guerrillas. But I can't afford to fight a battle of this magnitude. The sequence of troops at the time of the specific general attack. It was set before the evening. They weren't in the plan."

"Oh." Fang Guoqiang had always felt that Zhang Songling's move of sending the newly enlisted recruits to the battlefield immediately was very inappropriate. At this moment I learned the real situation. Immediately reassured. Exhaled softly. smiled and said, "I see. I thought there was no one on your side... What's the matter. Tomorrow morning's general assault. The Ninety-Third Regiment asked us how to cooperate with them."

"First five minutes of artillery suppression. Then Squadron Leader Zhao led all the cavalry of our guerrillas to forcibly break through the Japanese position. The ninety-third regiment sent a platoon of death squads to follow the cavalry in a surprise attack. Wait for the notch to be torn open. The whole army is pressing." Zhang Songling hopes that Fang Guoqiang can familiarize himself with the situation as soon as possible. The general attack plan for tomorrow morning will be presented to him in the simplest language.

"Our guerrilla brigade will attack the main one." Fang Guoqiang immediately shuddered in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that there was a liaison officer of the 93rd Regiment next to him. Definitely jump up immediately to stop it." You. You. How sure are you... The strengths of our guerrillas. I guess it's not on the front of the battlefield."

"This assault mission. I took it upon my own initiative." Zhang Songling sensitively guessed what Fang Guoqiang meant. looked at each other. Admit it." In the evening, it's just a rough idea. Some specific aspects of implementation. It will need to be confirmed again at the meeting later. You are the commissar of our guerrillas. Now that it's here. It deserves to show his face at the regimental headquarters. In the future, let's talk to Captain Qi and them. There should be plenty of opportunities to deal with each other."

He spoke patiently and meticulously. The tone is a little stiff. Fang Guoqiang listened in his ears. Immediately sensed Zhang Songling's unhappiness. Thought about it. smiled and retreated: "Then I'll follow you over to say hello. In fact, in terms of commanding wars. I'm a complete layman. If you listen to it, it may be in vain. I can't say anything useful to suggest."

"Everyone is born once and twice cooked." Zhang Songling smiled. I don't want to just meet. It's just a misunderstanding with Fang Guoqiang." Besides, the battles your old side has fought over the years. Not less than me. Only this time. The situation is more special. It may not be the same as your previous experience."

'What could be different. They Kuomintang. Which time is not to encourage friendly troops to gnaw hard bones? If you have a cheap next to you, you can catch it. Seeing that the situation is not good, he turned into the wind.' Fang Guoqiang secretly slandered in his heart. But his face was full of modest smiles. No matter how many opinions there are about Zhang Songling's choice. When outsiders are present. He would never openly contradict the little fat man. It will be the entire partisan detachment that will be damaged like that. And not just one of Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang.

However, he didn't wait to get to the regimental headquarters. He realized that his previous thinking was a little too arbitrary. In the vicinity of a makeshift shack. Lying full of wounded soldiers preparing for surgery. A nurse in a white lab coat and a hygienist with a first aid kit on his back are busy. The most dangerous wounded soldiers lined up in the situation. Priority will be given to the makeshift field operating room. But. There are so many people who need emergency rescue. The doctor simply can't keep it busy. Lined up and lined up. A whining cry rang out beside the team. Immediately after. The medics rushed forward and pushed the grief-stricken soldier aside. Forcibly remove the wounded who have just died from the ranks. Make room for those waiting for surgery at the back.

The door of a makeshift shack slammed open from within. The bright calcium carbide light pierces people's eyes. Two female nurses with their heads down. Carrying out a blood-stained stretcher. Silently placed on the ground. Then cover your mouth. Run to the team waiting for help. The operation failed. The wounded soldier did not make it off the operating table alive. But. There was no one around complaining about the doctor's incompetence. Everyone stepped forward silently. Help the nurse lift the stretcher closest to the operating room. Silently send the wounded on stretchers in. Silently close the curtain of the makeshift operating room from the outside.

"Brush." The calcium carbide light coming from the operating room was cut off by a thick door curtain. The people outside the door were all pushed by the door. Shake it. Then he stared at the operating room with round red eyes. Waiting with anticrity for the next opening of the curtain.

Everyone is waiting. Everyone silently blessed the injured in their hearts.