Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (12)

"Phew, good look,." Listening to Zhou Heizi's more and more words, Zhang Songling hurriedly interrupted.

"I'm just stating a fact, could it be that one day something happens to me, and you can really ignore it." Zhou Heizi tilted his neck and glanced at Fang Guoqiang, seven disagreed and eight were angry, in his heart, all the current troubles were caused by this coffin that couldn't even laugh, if it weren't for the latter holding chicken feathers as an arrow, the relationship between the ** battalion and the guerrillas would never be as stiff as it is at present, and the little devils in the Black Stone Village would not find an opportunity to make trouble for the guerrillas with all their might, of course, Brother Long would not be injured.

"Ask, ask, come to your hospital bed and bring you and urine." Zhang Songling glared at him fiercely, and responded angrily, "I've seen a fight for food and clothing, and I've never seen anyone who even fights for injuries, old Fang, the two of us went to send a telegram to the military division, and let this kid stay in the ward to serve Brother Long, so as to save me from being idle and uncomfortable, and I am always thinking nonsense." ”

"Let's go, Camp Commander Zhou, Medical Officer Li, we'll see you at dinner in a while." Being regarded as the culprit for many days, Fang Guoqiang was already a little numb, nodded to Zhou Heitan and Doctor Li with a smile, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Songling had no choice but to follow quickly, and explained in a low voice: "Old Fang, don't take it to heart, Zhou Heizi is this kind of person, and he never speaks with his brain."

Fang Guoqiang smiled miserably and shook his head slightly, "What he said is actually not wrong, I really don't understand the friendship between the three of you, not only do I not understand you, but I am also superficial and sloppy about our guerrillas and the local situation, to some extent, I am like an outsider, not like you."

"Old Fang, Old Fang!" Zhang Songling was in a hurry, and hurriedly interrupted in a low voice, "Your words are serious, no one in the entire guerrilla team has regarded you as an outsider, and even the people around Qilin Ridge have mentioned your political commissar."

"I'm not complaining about you, I'm talking about myself." Before he could express his meaning clearly, Fang Guoqiang had already snatched the conversation, "Everyone really didn't treat me as an outsider, and they have given me a lot of support over the past year or so, especially Brother Long, who has supported my work almost at any cost, but I myself have not put down roots, neither understand the local customs, nor understand the complex situation inside and outside the guerrillas, and always want to copy and copy the experience in my mouth as it is, and then, then, alas,,。 ”

"You've done enough." Zhang Songling disagreed with Fang Guoqiang's self-criticism, shook his head, and responded in a low voice, "It only took you less than a year to turn the Blackstone guerrilla area into a Blackstone base area, and turn those earthen workshops under the mountain into factories, so that the products we provide to the outside world have changed from a few to more than 20 kinds, and the guerrilla army rations and salaries are basically self-sufficient, and the size of the team is also higher than before."

"Listen to me, don't interrupt." Fang Guoqiang frowned, and grabbed the conversation again, "Those are all because you and the late Captain Wang have laid a solid foundation, the little devil has not dared to go out of the city easily for more than a year, and it is also thanks to you and the Ninety-third Regiment who joined forces to defeat them in the first place, I just happened to catch up with a good time." ”

"How could it be a coincidence, if someone else came here, would he know how much better than you, or that he must have done a better job than you." Knowing that the other party was guilty because of Zhao Tianlong's injury, Zhang Songling thought about it for a while, and comforted him in a very sincere tone, "Old Fang, don't be so yourself, some things are really wrong, you just arrived, I happened to go to the military academy again, and after coming and going, it became what it is now, but if you say that the fault is all yours alone, and the credit has nothing to do with you, this is too unfair and completely inconsistent with the facts." ”

"The fact is that the distance between the Right Banner Mansion and our guerrillas is getting farther and farther, and the ** battalion has also changed from an ally to a stranger." Fang Guoqiang's mood was very depressed, he sighed, and shook his head vigorously, "You don't need to comfort me, I have thought a lot about it in the past few days, and when I send a telegram to the military subdivision to ask for Brother Long to be sent to Bethune Hospital for treatment, there is also a telegram to trouble your subordinates, it is a telegram about giving me a major punishment."

"No, you can't make your own decisions about such a big thing." Zhang Songling was taken aback, and blurted out the words of refusal.

A few soldiers who were walking towards the canteen with lunch boxes didn't understand what was going on, so they secretly looked at the two of them, lowered their heads, and fled quickly, and the old scar who was organizing people to dry the medicinal herbs was also taken aback, raised his head in a daze, and protested with round eyes, "Fat Zhang, you don't have anything to shout, you don't understand that the sick number needs to be quiet." ”

"I'm sorry, Uncle Scar." Zhang Songling quickly realized that his voice was too high just now, slapped himself, and calmly admitted his mistake, "I didn't mean to, I promise there will be no next time." ”

"If you want to shout, go to the conference room of the two of you, close the door and shout." The old scar kicked him again, and didn't give up, "There is already one lying in the house, and the two of you will make a public fuss again, if you want to break up, if you want to break up, hurry up, while there is still a balance in the tent." ”

Although the words were ugly, they really reminded Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang, at this moment of panic, as the two leaders of the guerrillas, they must calm down, at least, on the surface, they must leave everyone with a feeling that everything is normal, and they can't take the lead in messing around.

Thinking of this, Zhang Songling hurriedly walked a few steps, took Fang Guoqiang to the brigade headquarters, closed the door from the inside, and then said in a very slow but firm tone: "First of all, I don't think you have an unshirkable responsibility for Brother Long's injury, and secondly, according to the current rules and regulations of the guerrillas, even if the cadres at or above the level of the squad are dealt with, they need to go to the meeting first, you are the political commissar of the guerrillas, and you can't punish yourself without a vote at the meeting of all cadres." ”

"You" Fang Guoqiang was stunned, and suddenly speechless, he is indeed a bit rigid in doing things, but the more this is the case, the less he will take the lead in violating organizational discipline, Zhang Songling talks about the rules of the guerrillas, which can be said to have hit him on the weakness.

However, Fang Guoqiang is Fang Guoqiang after all, and the things he has identified have always been a way to the dark, and after only being silent for more than half a minute, he found a new breakthrough, "Then convene a cadre meeting as soon as possible, whether you agree to give me punishment or not, I will review it myself at the meeting, and also, about the summary of the work over the past year or so, I will write a copy truthfully for you, Lao Zheng, and the leaders of the military division, this is not only to give Si Qin an explanation, Brother Long's blood cannot be shed in vain." ”