After donating these guns, they should immediately go out and send a report to the ministry, so that the ministry can arrange manpower as soon as possible to come to Jindong and transport the guns, food, and other materials......

The chief's joy, Li Dakou, Sun Hongzhong, Tu Jinjun, Dou Wensong and others were not happy - after all, these 38 big covers were originally intended for them to change their clothes!

The only one who is still happy is Gu Jianfeng!

Their Chihua guerrilla unit has only been formed for a few months, and they lack everything, and for them, as long as they have a gun, they don't care if the gun is a little devil's 38 big cover or a Wanguo brand......

In addition to the Jindong detachment full of joy, the various base areas are full of gloom and misery!

On the one hand, they have received a lot of funding from the detachment this year, especially in the area of chemical fertilizers, so the grain output of the autumn harvest has generally increased.

Therefore, even if the devils suffered huge casualties in the autumn offensive, the base area was burned and looted by the devils, and food and other materials were suffered heavy losses.

But after all, a lot of food was preserved, and for a while, there was no danger of interruption.

But the rest of the base areas are different!

Nearly 800 miles away from the Jindong base area, in the Longyuan Mountains, there is a small base area that occupies most of the county.

At this moment, in a dilapidated thatched hut deep in the mountains, the head of the regiment, Liu Jixiang, looked at the snowflakes that kept falling outside the window, and sighed constantly......

Behind him, Political Commissar Li and several battalion commanders and company commanders sat by the fire and roasted the fire, also without saying a word......

The atmosphere was so solemn that it was like people couldn't breathe!

"Regiment commander, political commissar, it's time to eat......"

Lao Liu, the cook, came in with a large jar in his hand.

There was a lot of stuff in the jar, and except for the few pitiful bread noodles that could be distinguished, the rest of the stuff would be impossible for anyone who had never been here to know what it was!

It was something that had been chopped and discarded sweet potato vines soaked in water until soft, and simmered vigorously for several hours......

"It's blocked over there, I'm on fire!"

"Don't worry, as long as there is one in this hole, you won't be able to run ......"

In the mountains and forests, several warriors are pouting their butts and working in the snow......

As the fireworks rose, the excited cries of the warriors came out of the mountain forest......

In another place in the mountains and forests, Yang Ming was pouting his ass to sweep away the floating snow, while waving a small hoe from time to time digging under the soil, hearing those laughter, he couldn't help but look up and exclaimed, "Catch it?" ”

"Catch the cheerleader, a family of four, no less!"

The two soldiers rushed over, holding up a few squeaky mice and laughing: "At noon today, comrades can have broth to drink!" ”

"Then hurry up and take the kitchen, I'll dig here and see if I can find anything to eat and stew with this mouse!"

Yang Ming smiled, lowered his head and waved his hoe fiercely, his nose was sour—five hundred people, four or five little mice......

But the only thing that made him happy was that even under such difficult conditions, none of these soldiers and comrades around him were depressed, but they were still full of fighting spirit, using every way they could think of, hoping to find food to live in the mountains......

There was a crunch click, and as the hoe pulled out, a trace of slime came out of the dirt with the hoe......

"There it is!"

Seeing the slightest slime, Yang Ming screamed excitedly - because this is what he has been digging for so long and trying to find!

Beef taro!

That is, a kind of wild yam, not only can it be eaten, but the taste is also good - it is much better than the soaked and ground paste of the elm leaves and the like, but it is much more delicious!

"Captain, the harvest is not small!"

Seeing Yang Ming come back with two beef taro sticks as thick as an arm's arm, squad leader Cui smiled happily, and said while skillfully washing and cutting the taro and putting it in the pot, among the edible smorgasbord that the soldiers had dug out from everywhere separately......

The surrounding warriors laughed, and some even drooled - after all, compared to the usual most of the time, when only ground elm leaves were boiled, today was indeed a meat feast......

"Fragrant!"

The soldiers snorted and drank all kinds of paste, shouting delicious, only occasionally the soldiers said: "It's a pity that the salt tastes lighter, otherwise it will be more fragrant......

"It's good to have a little salt now, you kid are still picking fat and thin?"

Lao Cui scolded with a smile, couldn't help but think of the little bit of salt left, and whispered to Yang Ming: "Let's rely on these things to fool our stomachs now, if we don't even have salt, then ......"

"Don't worry, you can always get through it!"

Yang Ming comforted, and at the same time: "Besides, Lao Qin and they go out this time, I don't believe that there is no ...... at all."

Lao Cui sighed, and said in his heart, I hope so!

Now everything that can be dug on this mountain has been dug up, and even the rat holes are about to be dug for the soldiers, if Lao Qin's side has not harvested, the detachment will be difficult not to starve to death this winter......

When it was dark, Lao Qin returned with two warriors.

As soon as they saw Lao Qin and the other three, the soldiers who had been watching in amazement cheered one after another—because they all saw that the bags on Lao Qin and the other three were not completely empty this time......

In the bag, there was sorghum flour and cornmeal that had been recovered at a high price, and some miscellaneous things......

"Make-do, within three or five days, the soldiers will finally have a few grains of grain in their stomachs......" said Lao Cui.

"But if you want to go down the mountain to sell grain in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

Lao Qin's face was ugly: "The little devil is now not only practicing continuous sitting, but also scavenging all the food that can be scavenged - now don't say whether the people are willing to help our Eighth Route Army, the key to the problem is that the villagers themselves have no food ......"

Hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent......

The cold night is cold, and the hearts of a group of people are even more chilling to the bone marrow!

Compared with the Santai detachment and small base areas such as Liu Jixiang, the situation of those large base areas that occupied several counties was relatively much better......

After all, where is the population base, after all, there is still some surplus food more or less, not to the extent of immediate cut-off!

But everyone's mood is obviously not easy!

After all, there are advantages and disadvantages to a large population base - once there is a situation of food outage, it is not a little bit of food that can be recovered......

The guard entered the room with a bowl of porridge that could barely see rice grains and other mushy porridge, and handed it to Master Xu.