The people in the city have more or less heard of the guerrillas, and they all say that the Communist Party is a team of poor people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The shabby dress of the guerrillas was very different from that of the soldiers of the 137th Regiment.

"Why are the guerrillas so poor?"

"Will they be able to eat? How do you fight devils? ”

Many people have raised similar questions, which has given them a new understanding of what it takes to be a soldier.

Until the wounded limped into the field of vision of the common people with their crutches, the bloody young soldiers smiled and waved at the common people.

Some old people watched, moistened the corners of their eyes, and couldn't help but applaud their hands for them, one after another, one after another, and all the people welcomed and respected.

Political Commissar Hu was very pleased to see that his team had won the hearts of the people.

"Salute!" Wu Ting and her guards were already waiting outside, extending the warmest welcome to the guerrillas.

Political Commissar Hu returned the salute with his brothers, Wu Ting looked through the crowd, Liao Changsheng looked very haggard, presumably something big happened.

"Political Commissar Hu, welcome, welcome!" Wu Ting stretched out her hand and said, but her eyes stayed on Liao Changsheng's body.

"Thank you, Tuan Wu, for your long welcome." Political Commissar Hu has seen Wu Ting's heroic demeanor, and the meeting between the two armies has played a significant role in the Wulong battle.

Wu Ting had already arranged for the guards around her to help her injured brothers go to the county hospital for medical treatment, and to clean up the original mansion of Ma Yuanwai as a temporary base for the guerrillas in the county seat.

"Political Commissar Hu, do you think this arrangement is safe?"

"Head Wu is so grateful!"

"Why don't you take your brothers back to rest first, familiarize yourself with the environment, and inform you of dinner in the afternoon."

"It's okay, brothers, come with me." One of the guards led the guerrillas to the mansion outside the horsemen.

"Are you okay?" Wu Ting asked softly worriedly.

"It's fine." Liao Changsheng's speech was weak and weak, extremely vicissitudes, he looked like he had aged a lot overnight, and there were two more wrinkles on his forehead.

Wu Ting didn't see Miss Afeng, he seemed to have guessed, but he didn't dare to ask, he had a deep sense of guilt, why didn't he protect the woman who was in love with his sisters?

Liao Changsheng didn't blame Wu Ting, he just felt that he was too incompetent, and he didn't have much words for a while, after all, a person's pain could not be dissipated by any external effect, and he had to come out by himself.

Political Commissar Hu knows this reason, and Liao Changsheng has not been allowed to participate in the recent related work, and his nerves are too tight and will explode, so let him rest for a few days first.

"Thank you Captain Wu for your concern, I will take care of him." Su Cuiliu helped Liao Changsheng to follow the team.

Wu Ting was also very curious about this woman who suddenly appeared, according to the guerrilla brothers, Su Cuiliu was just a medical worker of the guerrillas, as for what relationship with Liao Changsheng? Out of a woman's natural curiosity, she also guessed.

"Wow~"

When the guards opened the gates, the guerrilla brothers were dumbfounded, most of them had never seen such a beautiful house.

It looks extremely luxurious, and the yard is clean and tidy, much stronger than the wilderness dam in the mountains.

"This table, this bed, this quilt!"

All the equipment made the guerrilla brothers immersed in heaven, and Wu Ting didn't know how to arrange it properly? In the end, the Mafu was renovated according to the configuration of the soldiers of the 137th Regiment.

"Commissar, is this really our base?"

The brothers were still in amazement and couldn't believe their eyes.

Political Commissar Hu can also understand that he is used to sleeping in the open in the ice and snow, and the brothers' behavior is also normal.

Political Commissar Hu sat on a stool and poured a bowl of tea, and said with a smile, "For the time being, don't enter the Golden House and forget your old job!" ”

As soon as Political Commissar Hu reminded him like this, the brothers immediately put away their expressions just now and became serious, and those thoughts of resisting the war and saving the country were poured back into their minds.

"Eh, brothers, that toilet is amazing, better than where we slept on the mountain!" The three cannons roared in from the outside.

As a result, as soon as they entered the house, they were stunned, everyone looked at them, silent, and the three guns tied the belt on their pants, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Pay attention to the image!" Political Commissar Hu said.

"Yes, Commissar!" The three guns stood up straight and saluted, but their pants fell off untied.

"Hahaha." The brothers burst into laughter, and Commissar Hu was also amused.

Sanpao hurriedly lifted his pants and continued, "There is still paper in the toilet, the paper is so soft, wipe your buttocks, ah~ It's so comfortable!" Much stronger than what we do in the mountains with branches and leaves.

The brothers laughed at the three guns, they were really a green hook baby who had never seen the world, in fact, their own hearts were the same, and they enjoyed this comfortable and comfortable environment unnaturally.

Political Commissar Hu and his brothers continued to familiarize themselves with the new base area, opened the door of the operational command room, and the equipment was quite complete, and the maps and strategic models were all ingenious.

"Commissar, that ...... on the wall," said a brother, pointing to the blue sky and white sun flag on the wall and the portrait of Chairman Chiang.

Commissar Hu knows what he wants to say? Although the concept is different, the current enemy is the same, Wu Ting treats the brothers so heavily, the guerrillas must have a guest courtesy.

"Don't touch the things above, just remember what you believe in your heart." Political Commissar Hu instructed the two brothers who wanted to remove the party-state flag.

"Yes, we are all compatriots, and our common enemy is the devil." Three guns said.

Political Commissar Hu converted his separate room into a conference room, hung the flags of the guerrillas and the sickle and hammer on the walls, and slept in bunks with his brothers.

The winter afternoon was warm, it was a good time to sleep, and the partisan brothers had not slept so soundly for a long time.

The sound of a knock on the door woke the brothers, and when it was time for the 137th Regiment to eat, the arriving soldiers called the brothers over to eat.

They all got dressed and gathered in front of the door, only Liao Changsheng was lying on the bed, in fact, he wasn't asleep, his eyes were open, looking at the ceiling and thinking?

"I'm going to call Captain Liao." The third artillery took a few steps and was stopped by Political Commissar Hu.

"Let him rest and rest, and I'll bring him food back later, and let's go." After the assembly, Political Commissar Hu led the team to the food group of the 137th Regiment.

Along the way, the people were very welcoming, and the brothers greeted them with smiles.

When I arrived at the food group, I sat down on the table, looked at the food in front of me, and salivated until I saw it, including meat and oil.

Political Commissar Hu did not give the order, and the brothers could only watch and swallow their saliva incessantly, until the soldiers of the 137th Regiment finished their meal, and then gave the order to start the meal.

Gobbling up, dancing, and not caring about any chopsticks and spoons, as long as they can be fed to the mouth, the mouth is full of bread, and it is about to spit out.

In fact, the life of the 137th Regiment was not meat for every meal, and it was only in order to welcome the guerrillas that two pigs were killed.

Political Commissar Hu calmly finished eating, and looked at the brothers suddenly with a sense of sadness, seventy-nine brothers, there are less than thirty people who can eat now, how good it would be if those sacrificed comrades could also enjoy such a life for a day!