Chapter 1: Mountain Dwelling (6 Up)

Revealing the current actions of the guerrillas to an outsider and giving a time limit for specific actions was a great violation of the discipline of the Eighth Route Army. Political Commissar Li Guodong frowned, and wanted to say something to remind Wu Nan to pay attention to grasping the balance. But seeing Zhang Songling's sudden sharp gaze, he quietly swallowed the words that had reached his mouth.

"Thank you, Chief Wu, for your help!" Zhang Songling made a solemn gesture to Wu Nan, and then emphasized in a deep voice, "But Uncle Meng's revenge, I want to avenge him personally." If Chief Wu can help provide some useful information, Zhang will have a chance in the future, and he will definitely not forget the virtue of the guerrillas to help today! ”

What will be the future?! Li Guodong frowned again, unhappy in his heart. The little black fat man's words were obviously pushing, and there was an undisguised sense of alienation. I really don't know what Wu Nan thinks, but he still thinks that there is a chance to recruit him and let him play for the guerrillas?!

"Brother Zhang, why should you be so polite!" Before his old partner Li Guodong got angry, Wu Nan couldn't wait to respond, "Isn't it the first day for the two of us to deal with each other?" Who's helping whom, isn't it supposed to be?! Don't worry, when we summarize Zhu Er's daily activity rules, we will definitely come to contact you as soon as possible! ”

"Then there's Brother Laowu!" Zhang Songling smiled and saluted Wu Nan again, "Little brother, I will stay in the cave for the past few days and continue to wait for Brother Wu's good news!" ”

"Then we'll settle it. When the time comes, you will kill Zhu Er, and I will personally lead people to cooperate with your actions! Wu Nan stood up with a smile and pulled his old partner towards the outside of the cave. His face did not show the slightest displeasure because Zhang Songling refused to win over him.

Li Guodong's mind was not as broad-minded as Wu Nan's, and when he walked out of the cave with a cold face, he couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Why are you accommodating him so much? Why do you have to make it look like this, let him be a Kuomintang soldier to fire the most critical shot?! ”

"Anyway, they are all traitors, who will shoot them is not the same?! Could it be that your Lao Li has been itching his hands lately, and he also wants to be in the limelight?! Wu Nan looked back, obviously answering the question.

"How can it be?" Li Guodong glanced at Wu Nan, who was hippie and smiling, and his brows furrowed even tighter, "As long as he doesn't join the guerrillas for a day, he can't be counted as one of our people for a day." After that, the people will not think that it is our guerrillas....."

"I said, don't be so careful, okay?" Wu Nan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, very disapprovingly of Li Guodong's words, "The 27th Division and our 120th Division also fought devils side by side last year!" Isn't he a member of our guerrillas, not a Chinese? Besides, who in our guerrilla team has better marksmanship than him, and is more suitable for long-range sniping?! ”

The last sentence is to the point. With the exception of a handful of geniuses, sharpshooters are all made from bullets. At present, all the bullets of the Niangziguan guerrillas are only two or three thousand rounds combined. Even the daily training needs of the players cannot be satisfied, let alone the luxury of training sharpshooters.

But in Li Guodong's view, his old partner Wu Nan's approach today still made the mistake of pure military supremacy. I wanted to remind a few words, but I couldn't find too appropriate words for a while. I had no choice but to snort, bow my head and continue on my way.

Wu Nan looked at him again, and spoke in a very slow tone, "He was born in the 26th Route Army, and he must have a certain prejudice against our Eighth Route Army. Trying to change his opinion is probably not something that happens overnight. So I think we can only come step by step, first let the two sides have the opportunity to cooperate, and then let him see our true appearance. Otherwise, because of a moment of anger, even the simplest contact will not be done. The estrangement between the two sides will only get deeper! ”

"I think if you do this, it will only make him more and more shelf-oriented!" Li Guodong also shrugged his shoulders and responded with a sneer. If it weren't for the fact that the political commissar of the main regiment Su was also optimistic about this little black fat man, he would not be willing to follow Wu Nan again and again to put a hot face on his cold ass. For some people, the class of birth is not destined to become the children of workers and peasants. It doesn't work if you patronize the thatched cottage a hundred times!

"I believe that sincerity is the opening of gold and stone. Even if he doesn't become one of ours this time, at least in the future, he won't want to take the initiative to become our enemy! Wu Nan jumped onto a rock and set his eyes on the lush valley in the distance. The warm wind has been blowing into the mountains, and different wildflowers are blooming everywhere. If you want to feel their beauty, you can only use an appreciative eye, not deliberately put the burrs on the stems.

The two quickened their pace, and in a few moments, they left the cave far behind. In the cave, Zhang Songling took a bowl of black and thick medicinal soup in his hand and slowly walked to Meng Xiaoyu's bedside.

The bed was made of twigs and topped with a thick thatched mat. The appearance is very simple, but it is warm. Meng Xiaoyu struggled to sit up half of his body, took a sip of medicine in Zhang Songling's hand, and his nose and eyes quickly wrinkled into a small ball, "Bitter!" She complained with a bit of pity, "Can you add some sweet grass roots to it and suppress the bitterness a little!" ”

"If you put too much licorice, it will dissolve the medicinal effect and cause headaches!" Zhang Songling became a doctor after a long illness, and explained according to the scriptures, "Come, I will drink it up in two more sips." Then I'll reward you with a few apricots to eat! ”

Meng Xiaoyu obediently said "um", lowered his head, and drank the medicine bowl in Zhang Songling's hand clean. A few wild mountain apricots that were only the size of soybeans were conjured out of Zhang Songling's other hand, furry and cute. Meng Xiaoyu reached out and picked up one of them, slowly put it in his mouth, then closed his eyes and tasted it slowly.

The freshly formed wild apricot has a very sour taste and is slightly astringent. But Meng Xiaoyu ate it in his mouth, but he was as happy as eating the queen mother's peach. Not wanting this taste of happiness to drain away too quickly, she slowly picked up the second, third, fourth, and fifth from Zhang Songling's palm...... It wasn't until all the apricots had been eaten that he breathed a sigh of satisfaction and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, these days, it's really hard for you!" ”

"Stupid, you've been serving me for more than half a year, and I've only been serving you for a few days?!" Zhang Songling shook his head, not daring to accept Meng Xiaoyu's thanks.

"That's different!" Meng Xiaoyu shook her head lightly, but how was it different, she didn't continue. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes. looked at Zhang Songling carefully, and asked with a bit of confirmation, "Don't you like Captain Wu and them very much?" ”

"There's nothing I don't like. After all, they saved my life that day! Zhang Songling shook his head and helped Meng Xiaoyu to lie down slowly. You rest for a while, and I'll clean up the pheasant that I put on in the morning. ”

"Big brother!" Meng Xiaoyu grabbed Zhang Songling's hand and shouted in a low voice: "Don't go yet, talk to me for a while, please, just for a while!" ”

"Then do what you say. No delay at either end! Zhang Songling withdrew his hand and rubbed Meng Xiaoyu's dry hair with a smile. I finished cleaning up the chicken early, and I might as well put it in the pot early, just so as not to delay lunch! ”

"Hmm!" Meng Xiaoyu nodded in agreement, and then watched Zhang Songling carry a dead pheasant to the head of his bed, put it into a heavy clay pot, first pluck out the feathers on the abdomen and tail, and then cut the pheasant's belly with a knife and took out the internal organs.

Speaking from his heart, Zhang Songling is very unskilled, and chicken blood and chicken manure are all over the ground. But Meng Xiaoyu slowly watched the other party's every move as if he was appreciating dramatic art. Then he found an appropriate opportunity and continued to ask in a low voice, "Then why didn't you agree to them when they invited you to join the guerrillas?" I look at that Captain Wu, it seems to be quite rare for you! ”

"I am a member of the 26th Route Special Service Regiment, they are the local armed forces of the Eighth Route Army, and their numbers are different." Zhang Songling didn't want to mention the sayings that Lao Gou instilled in him back then, but simply summarized the differences between the two sides, "We like to fight with devils on the 26th Road, and they like to fight and run away on the 8th Road." The style is different from each other! ”

"Oh!" Meng Xiaoyu blinked her talking eyes, thoughtful.

"I don't like that commissar surnamed Li either!" Zhang Songling quickly cleaned up the internal organs of the pheasant, grabbed a handful of weed-tied brooms, and began to sweep the floor. "It's always like he's the one who understands the whole world, how awkward it looks!"

There are a few long tail feathers on the ground, which are very beautiful and green. Before sweeping them into the dustpan, Zhang Songling suddenly remembered that this thing seemed to be able to be exchanged for eggs and homespun cloth in the market, and quickly squatted down and picked up the pheasant tail feathers from the garbage with his fat fingers.

As Orion's daughter, Meng Xiaoyu knew what Zhang Songling was collecting pheasant tail feathers for. There was a surge of warmth in my heart. But soon, this warm stream of heat turned into tears in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and dripping down.

"What's wrong? Got a head ache again? Zhang Songling immediately dropped the chicken feathers, rubbed his hand on his pants, and then touched Meng Xiaoyu's forehead. Meng Xiaoyu grabbed his hand again, as if as soon as he let go, the other party was about to fly away, "No, it doesn't hurt." Really, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"Then what's wrong with you!" Zhang Songling didn't know how to guess a girl's mind by nature, standing by the bed, at a loss, "Hungry?" Still sleepy? Don't cry, I'll get you something to eat right away! ”

"Don't go! I won't let you go! Meng Xiaoyu cried more and more, holding Zhang Songling's hand, and the nails that had not been cut for a long time almost pinched into the other party's flesh.

"Okay, if you don't go, you won't go!" Zhang Songling agreed repeatedly, not feeling the pain on the back of his hand at all. "I'm here with you, let's keep talking!"

"Hmm!" Meng Xiaoyu was like a child, bursting into laughter. Then he looked at Zhang Songling reluctantly, and asked quietly, "Big brother, when are you going to leave?" ”