Zhao Hong rushed to Fuling with the fifth detachment and the fleeing crowd in the town, taking care of each other on the way, and the relationship between the military and the people was very harmonious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Su Cuiliu took care of Liao Changsheng all the way, Liao Changsheng's mental and physical condition was very bad, and Su Cuiliu did not dare to relax for a moment.

Zhao Hong is also worried about Liao Changsheng's condition, this legendary figure who often echoes in his ears, has not yet had time to say a few words to him.

Liao Changsheng knew in his heart that the current situation was extremely severe, and he had to get better quickly, and there was a red force supporting him in the consent form for joining the party left by Political Commissar Hu on his chest.

There is a remote valley fifty miles away from Fuling, there are mountains and rivers, it is relatively hidden, and the devils are busy attacking Fuling to seize the shipping rights of the Wujiang River, so they should not go to these valleys to entangle.

Zhao Hong saw that this was a good place to live, and immediately ordered the team to stop.

"Let's make a home here!" Zhao Hong said to the villagers.

The villagers looked around for a while, and it was indeed a good place to live, and the old people in the town were reasonable people who had seen the world, and they knew that following the soldiers in this way would not only not help, but would become a burden.

"Thank you for your hard work along the way, Captain Zhao!" The old man handed some oceans to Zhao Hong and said.

"What do you mean, old man? I can't do it. Zhao Hong hurriedly refused.

"Take it! That's what the villagers mean! The old man wanted to use this savings to thank the soldier.

But money was like dung in the eyes of the Eighth Route Army, Zhao Hong closed the old man's mottled hand and said, "Our Communist Party team is the team of the common people, and we will definitely not take a penny from you." ”

The old man put the ocean away, and the villagers all looked at this group of young people, very moved, and their eyes were wet.

The young man who had just joined the Eighth Route Army stepped forward to hug his parents and said goodbye to them, "Dad, mother, the child is gone." ”

"Good boy, do a good job, dedicate yourself to the country!" The parents were very reluctant, they knew that their son would probably not see each other again, but for the sake of everyone's safety, they had to choose this way.

Zhao Hong looked at the feelings of the poor people, it was not easy, and he felt very guilty in his heart, the old saying that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband makes sense at any time.

"Phew~"

The villagers drove chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep into the valley, and waved goodbye to the soldiers in three steps.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were deeply touched and wanted to become one of them and join this big family, but the current troubled times did not allow it, because they still carried a gun on their shoulders.

After bidding farewell to the villagers, Zhao Hong led the team straight towards Fuling.

Fifty miles of road, the long road can take a whole day, and sleeping on the street has become a habit.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army have not seen such a night for a long time, either gunpowder smoke or black fog floating in the air.

Occasionally, you can hear frogs and crickets in the fields chirping, and it's very crisp and pleasant to the ear compared to the devil's cannonballs.

"Drink some water!" Su Cuiliu took the kettle to feed it, and Liao Changsheng asked, "Is it better?" ”

Liao Changsheng's mouth was dry, and he poured it violently and choked a few times.

"Slow down, look at you!" Su Cuiliu wiped the corners of Liao Changsheng's mouth with her handkerchief.

On the contrary, with such a cough, Liao Changsheng felt a lot more comfortable, and coughed up all the blood in his body.

"Much better, thank you!" Liao Changsheng looked at Su Cuiliu affectionately and said.

Although he had already regarded Liao Changsheng as his man in his heart, watching in the moonlight from such a quiet distance, Su Cuiliu was still ashamed and lowered her head embarrassedly.

Zhao Hong saw that the relationship between the two was not ordinary, Su Han told Zhao Hong about Liao Changsheng and his sister, and Zhao Hong was still a little moved, what a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

Zhao Hong walked to Liao Changsheng's side, and Su Cuiliu immediately stood up, and said in a trembling voice, "Team...... Captain! ”

"It's okay, who said that we Communists can't fall in love and can't get married?"

Su Cuiliu was even more embarrassed when she heard this, and hid on the side, Liao Changsheng's face did not change much, and he smiled politely at Zhao Hong.

"After I wait for Fuling, I will report to the organization and let the organization give you a marriage certificate!" Zhao Hong's kindness made Su Cuiliu speechless, and looked back at Liao Changsheng who was squatting on the ground, Liao Changsheng nodded, Su Cuiliu felt that her face was hot, and she covered her face and ran away.

"Hahaha, the girl is still a girl!" Zhao Hong said with a smile, and then squatted beside Liao Changsheng and asked, "Do you feel better, can't the team live without you, wait until you get better to be my vice captain!" ”

"Captain Zhao is in love, I have that ability!" Liao Changsheng responded modestly.

"Forming a death squad, a guerrilla captain, an assault company commander is fine, but you can't do it with me, the deputy captain? Don't give me Zhao someone's face! Zhao Hong quipped in a relaxed tone.

"So you know it all!"

"What's more, your Comrade Liao Changsheng's deeds have been studied as a party class, and the organization values you very much."

Hearing this, Liao Changsheng was full of emotions, both ups and downs, and reminded him of the brothers who had fought with him, and everything he had today was bought by them with their lives.

It's like the phrase that often rings in my ears: "If you fight with the fire, you must see victory!" ”

Liao Changsheng understood that he was the spark, the spark could start a prairie fire, and he would fight with the will of his brothers.

This night, the Eighth Route Army leaned against each other's heads, slightly cool, but slept soundly.

The next day, I got up and continued to hurry, and there were still five miles away from Fuling, and I could already see the soldiers stationed around.

The whole city of Fuling City was under martial law, and Zhao Hong led the team to the door.

"Show your ID!" The guard reminded.

Zhao Hong took out his ID card, "Captain of the Fifth Detachment of the Eighth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army, Zhao Hong!" ”

"Captain Zhao, please come in!"

Zhao Hong led the team into the city, and there were basically no people in sight in a huge important town, all the shops and restaurants were closed, and only a few military ones were still open.

The streets were full of soldiers of the Nationalist Army who were running non-stop, and the main force of the 42nd Army was already in full array, waiting for the final decisive battle.

After Liao Changsheng inquired, he learned that the people in the city had retreated to Changshou Chongqing and other places in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River in three major retreats.

The current Fuling is just a military garrison, and the soldiers stationed in it are determined to die.

Wu Mingyi specially prepared a garrison for the Eighth Route Army, and the conditions in all aspects were no different from those of the National Army, and the soldiers were quite satisfied.

"Let's rest first!" As soon as Zhao Hong gave the order, a soldier of the national army with a document ran in and informed him that there was an important meeting at the Fuling Hotel tonight, and Zhao Hong must attend.

"I know, I'm going to be there in the evening!" Zhao Hong responded that after the soldiers of the national army went out, Zhao Hong said to Liao Changsheng, "You go with me at night, it should be a matter of discussing the enemy!" ”