In such a scene, anyone will have a boil of heart. The pen "Fun" www.biquge.info Salinchkin perfectly inflamed the patriotism of the Soviets, and even the nationalism of the Belarusians.

Yang Mingzhi's heart was excited, the troops had been resting for more than 20 days, and it was the end of April, and many of the plans that began at the beginning of the month had been partially realized. For example, the fertilizer plant has been set up, the potato harvest season is just around the corner, and the new killer has begun to roll off the production line.

For almost a month, the Soviet army and the German army have been at peace with each other! It shouldn't be! The enemy around the swamps has enjoyed peace for three weeks, which means that they have been wreaking havoc on the villages of Belarus for three weeks without paying a single price.

Even though Novgomel was thriving, German massacres of civilians continued in Belarus and elsewhere in the Soviet Union.

It's time for revenge!

The corners of Yang Mingzhi's upturned mouth darkened, and he touched his file bag, knowing that it would be his turn to "talk" in the afternoon.

The morning ended with the people chanting "Attack" and "Ula".

At the end of the day, Salinchkin finally announced: "In the afternoon, I have invited our army commander, Comrade Belikov, to give a speech. Let's hear about the specific strategic ...... he arranged for us Novgomel"

Regarding the afternoon speech, Yang Mingzhi has already made up his mind. He kept his mouth shut about the afternoon's affairs, and let the people from all walks of life ask him, waving his hand and arranging for the guards to persuade him to leave.

Only a few of the crowd knew what he was going to say.

At lunchtime, the morning meeting, and even the important speech that the army commander will make in the afternoon are all talking points! Because he refused to reveal even a single letter, no one went to ask inopportune questions at this lunchtime.

The No. 2 canteen of the huge blacksmith village, where all the representatives sit. Yang Mingzhi usually sat in a corner and ate this sumptuous lunch, and beside him, there were only a few names such as Abram. Of course, as guards, these are also very lucky, there is fried meat for lunch! This is an extremely rare meal for ordinary soldiers!

In the distance, Yevlov and Yerentina sat facing each other.

As a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Yerentina instinctively glanced at the new commander in the distance. She muttered, "Afternoon! That's what Berekov has to say, right? ”

"That's right! That's it, he's been thinking about it for a long time after all. I just told us about this idea before, but after all, the results of our research are still too advanced. ”

"So, he thinks we can build a country now? It's so much fun! Yerrenkina's face was expressionless, but her heart was full of excitement and a lot of doubts. That's how she got into a contradiction and had to discuss it with Yevlov first.

She looked around and saw all the happy faces of the delegates, but Yang Mingzhi had a tense face, obviously brewing for the afternoon's affairs.

Then he asked: "Yevlov, if Berekov really proposes to establish a partisan republic in the afternoon, will all of our deputies agree?" ”

"It's a guerrilla republic! It was a guerrilla republic that carried out the all-Soviet anti-Nazi movement to liberate the territories, and established a guerrilla republic! Yevlov leaned over, tapped his fingers on the table, and replied one by one. Then, his expression softened again, and he muttered as if he didn't care about his clothes: "That guy revealed to me that the manuscript in his document bag is just some keywords written in Chinese characters." His meaning is very clear, which is to propose the creation of a state, and I think there will be opposition to it, but who is he? People who didn't know him felt that he was a big mouthful, and they put it into practice one by one. I think that in the end we will not only be here in Novgomel, but also in the partisan republic. Not to mention ......"

Yevlov's eyes glanced at Salinchkin, who was drinking soup elsewhere: "My dear, what do you think of the commissioner?" Doesn't he know what kind of benefits the establishment of a nation will bring to him? If such a country were to be established, who would be the first secretary? It's not him!

I am a soldier, and in the face of money and honor, I will desperately ask for honor! It's the same with that guy! The reason why Salinchkin came to us, apart from the high reason, was for his personal honor. ”

Yerentina smiled knowingly, she understood everything.

"Hey, hey! You're not confused at all. It's a pity for you, too, if you could go to military school, you would be a general now! ”

Yevlov couldn't laugh, it wasn't a compliment, it was simply a complaint from a wife to her husband. He muttered magnanimously: "If I had been a general earlier, I am afraid that I would have been investigated a few years ago and finally sent to Siberia." Or last year, when he commanded the troops, and finally like the 63rd Army in the past, it was completely wiped out in Zhilobin, just north of us! ”

Yang Mingzhi was unaware of what these two men were talking about, but he also knew one thing, that is, his statement that he wanted to establish a "guerrilla republic" would inevitably cause an uproar. How to convince everyone to completely unify their positions is very crucial.

In fact, he only needs to convince a few people. In particular, two important officials of Novgomel, Salinchkin and Lyudbalev.

Salinchkin, in particular, sent several telegrams to Moscow announcing the matter as long as he had his approval. The "guerrilla republic" is a fact accompli, and naturally it can also be supported by law.

"Alas! I'm not a politician after all! Let's play a conspiracy and let everyone discuss it, this guerrilla republic must win the hearts and minds of the people in the real sense, and the future strategy can be easily implemented! ”

So, what kind of existence should the guerrilla republic of that plane have? Yang Mingzhi did not know, he only knew about the existence of such a new member country that was accepted by the Soviet Union. It was a special wartime state, it had no specific capital, and its people were guerrillas large and small hiding in the occupied zone.

As the war developed in favor of the Soviet Union, the German army had to carry out a strategic contraction.

The countryside, which the Germans were supposed to firmly control, immediately after they retreated, raised the red flag again. When the guerrillas came, these liberated villages were naturally brought under the jurisdiction of the guerrilla republic.

As a result, the strength of the partisans grew, and the villages in the occupied areas returned to Soviet administration. The Germans and their client armies had to retreat into the city and deploy their forces on both sides of the communication routes.

The Soviet partisans in that plane were fighting, and their means of success should not only be emulated, but also done better!

"After all, I'm Chinese! Is there anyone better at guerrilla warfare than the Chinese?! ”

Yang Mingzhi was like a whirlwind, ate the rest of the lunch, left the canteen early with his briefcase, went straight to the venue that was silent at the moment, and took out the documents from his bag in a quiet place.

He scrutinized the key words of the paper one last time, organized the language, and waited for the delegates to arrive.