The lively atmosphere of the guerrillas has never diminished, but Political Commissar Hu still feels empty, and a sense of desolation lingers back and forth in his heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing that the team is getting smaller and smaller, maybe one day there will be only one person left, or there will be no one left, and Political Commissar Hu doesn't want to see his team disappear without seeing the dawn of victory.

He wants to keep a spark and hold on to the end with everyone's desire for victory.

Political Commissar Hu had the idea of expanding the guerrillas, and he also discussed it with Wu Ting, feeling that this matter was feasible and harmless.

Political Commissar Hu rushed to report the recruitment plan to his superiors overnight, and soon responded, and the higher-level party organization replied with the following sentence: "All people with lofty revolutionary ideals are welcome to join our ranks." ”

Political Commissar Hu knows that this macro concept is difficult for many people to understand, and this threshold will also turn away many capable people with lofty ideals, so Political Commissar Hu played the banner of "Welcome all brothers who hate devils to join, and we will conspire to do something great." ”

The loud banner spared a circle in the county, and Zhang Ersil and the local opera troupe invited by the third artillery also sang a song "National hatred and family hatred!" ”

The result was not satisfactory, mostly to watch the lively women, and the men were busy in various walks of life on the docks, because they had to live.

"How much money do you have a month to be a soldier!" A young man asked.

Political Commissar Hu stepped forward and explained to him with a smile that it can be said that the ideal project has been done to the extreme, but what is ushered in is a look of disgust.

Although the common people have a good impression of the guerrillas, after all, they have to go to the battlefield to play with their lives, and there are not many people who can put life and death out of the way, not to mention that many people only beg for a bite to eat in this troubled world.

As for what revolutionary ideals? They don't care and don't bother to take the time to care.

After a busy day, he recruited two skinny people, according to himself, just two begging in front of the restaurant.

Political Commissar Hu didn't dislike it, and asked the brothers to take them down to wash, change into a military uniform, and stand up straight.

"Commissar, do you think you can still recruit soldiers?" The three guns are a bit lost.

"Yes, definitely!" Political Commissar Hu patted Sanpao on the shoulder and said that he had always believed in people who had the same beliefs as the guerrillas, but they had not yet appeared.

The next day just in time for the market, Political Commissar Hu and his brothers set up the stage, and the play was still sung, and there were many onlookers today, and the men who were carrying sacks to work also stopped and joined in the fun.

Political Commissar Hu took the opportunity to show his true skills, and the brothers played a game with their bare hands.

"Good, good!"

It was very lively, and after a while, it was dancing knives and guns, and the applause continued, and the atmosphere of the scene was ignited.

Suddenly, a reckless man walked through the crowd, stamped his feet, and taunted, "Flower fist embroidered legs!"

The brothers were not convinced, and were about to come forward to learn, but were stopped by Political Commissar Hu.

Political Commissar Hu politely stepped forward and greeted, "If this strong man has any offense, please forgive me." ”

The Great Khan didn't give Commissar Hu face, and an unceremonious punch hit him, and Commissar Hu felt a strong wind blowing, but fortunately he dodged in time.

Da Khan's body was rough but his steps were agile, and he hit Commissar Hu in the chest with another punch on his side, and he immediately stood unsteadily and retreated several steps.

"Commissar!" The brothers hurriedly stepped forward to hold on.

"It's fine."

"Humph! Soldiers don't have much ability. The big man patted the ashes and picked up the sack, ready to leave.

"Heroes and so on!" Political Commissar Hu kept it.

"What do you have to say?"

"I sincerely invite you to join the guerrillas, and you will definitely be able to kill all sides on the battlefield in the future!"

"Sincere fart, can you eat it as a meal? But if you can beat me, I can think about it. ”

"Then offend!"

As soon as the voice fell, Political Commissar Hu punched like the wind, extremely fast, but the big man's stomach rebounded Commissar Hu a few steps.

The Great Khan began to fight back, striding away, the dust on the ground was splashed, and there was a slight shock, and his thick hands raised Commissar Hu and wanted to fall to the ground hard.

The brothers were worried, and Political Commissar Hu took advantage of the situation to clamp the big man's head with his feet, flipped backwards, and the two fell to the ground together, sweating profusely and struggling vigorously.

Seeing that Dahan's face was a little red, Commissar Hu slowly let go, but unexpectedly, after the big man broke free, he punched Commissar Hu in the abdomen, and blood was already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"It's too insidious!" The brothers accused.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the Great Khan is infinitely powerful, there is no order, and the political commissar Hu is even better.

"Eh, don't say that, if it were more than strength, I would have lost a long time ago." Political Commissar Hu said with a smile, showing the generosity that a communist should have, and saving face for the Han.

"Where can I register?" The Great Khan suddenly asked, and Political Commissar Hu smiled and hurriedly took the big man to the registration office in the back to register.

"Name?" The registered soldier asked.

"Liu Kui"

"Where?"

"Natives"

"Why did you become a soldier?"

"Defeat all enemies!" Liu Kui's voice was strong and powerful, and then he went down to receive a set of military uniforms, full of energy.

The excitement continues, Zhang Ersil's stunt of shooting cherries at 50 meters was taken out again, everyone was amazed, and the number of people who were willing to be soldiers suddenly increased, in their opinion, they could learn to win in the army.

Wu Ting arrived at the scene and took advantage of such a lively scene to announce, "Anyone who chooses to be a soldier, whether he joins the guerrillas or the 137th Regiment, four oceans a month." ”

This has touched the hearts of many people, and the bee chrysalis can't stop it, and it seems that the ocean is still good.

"Commander Wu, our guerrillas don't ......" Political Commissar Hu was very subtle and embarrassed to say it.

"Don't worry! Political commissar, we will pay the money out of the 137th regiment. ”

"That's not good, how can this work?"

"It's fine."

After Wu Ting informed Political Commissar Hu of the second lady's donation, Political Commissar Hu accepted it with a little relief.

The better news is that Liu Kui is the head of the dock porter, and he brought a group of brothers around him to join the army, and if he is trained, it will be another tiger army.

At the end of the day, the guerrillas recruited nearly 70 people, including Liu Kui, and 28 people, and Political Commissar Hu was very happy when he thought about it.

After going back, he mentioned this matter to Liao Changsheng, Liao Changsheng seemed to be recovering well, and offered to train this team, but there were many fewer smiles on his face and fewer words.

In short, it is good to survive, and his position as captain is irreplaceable in the guerrillas.

The recruits who had just been recruited made a fuss with their guerrilla brothers, and everyone quickly blended in with the hearty battles, eager to go to the battlefield and tear up the devils.

It was the middle of the night that he fell asleep one after another, but the old comrade Political Commissar Hu was still busy, in addition to reporting work, he was thinking about where to get more military uniforms?

The guerrillas had no uniforms, they were all in tatters, and some of them were lying on their dead brothers.

With so many people all at once, this has become an urgent and thorny problem.