The bonfire was bright, the sound of wood crackling and burning brought excitement, and tonight's pledge meeting was not so magnificent, on the contrary, it was relaxed and pleasant, a group of poor soldiers' bonfire party. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Liao Changsheng led more than 100 soldiers of the guerrillas to the square with a high spirit.

At this meeting, the officers and men of the 137th Regiment at and above the platoon level participated, and the rest of the soldiers had to stick to their own defensive lines, and all the guerrillas participated, and they would open behind enemy lines tomorrow.

The brothers of the 137th Regiment burst into thunderous applause.

"Stand upright, look to the right, look forward, sit down!"

When Liao Changsheng gave the order to sit down, the brothers of the 137th Regiment cheered.

Looking back, Wu Ting was dressed very beautifully tonight, and the gorgeous brocade cheongsam wrapped her body just right, exquisitely clear.

The seriousness was cut away in an instant, and the atmosphere slowly eased, I thought that the oath before the war was so angry, it turned out to be a bonfire party that was full of eyes.

"What's it called? A group of local peasants, haven't you ever seen a woman? Liao Changsheng said to his team, but he had a smile on his face.

"Hahaha!" The brothers laughed and booed their captain.

The firelight reflected the delicate face, white and red, Wu Ting's face was like a girl's shyness, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Brothers, please remember this night today, this may be the last smile left in your life, the enemy is not terrible, as long as we have a firm heart, victory is ahead."

Wu Ting's generous words brought the lively atmosphere to freezing point again, and each soldier's face was written with thoughts that he had not had time to think about.

For example, when you go home to see your parents, marry a wife and have children, and plough the fields and produce food, but when you think about it, everyone laughs, and a soldier who goes to the battlefield with a gun actually wants to go back to farming?

Wu Ting's words stopped at the point, and then she took her own steps and danced, and she stepped on the dots to dance a cha cha, which she learned by studying in the United States.

The brothers couldn't read it, but they stood up and danced happily.

Hearty, those silent thoughts make it forever silent in the depths of their hearts, where there is war, there is their home.

Wu Ting walked up to Liao Changsheng and stretched out her hand, "Mr. Liao, can I ask you to dance?" ”

"I don't know how to do this high-end thing." Liao Changsheng shook his head and responded.

Wu Ting knew that the parting of life and death was the cruelty of war, maybe Liao Changsheng would leave far away with the guerrillas after tonight, or maybe he would be buried in the ruins of Wulong in a few days, and this dance had been waiting for a long time.

The brothers coaxed, pushed Liao Changsheng forward, and held Wu Ting's hand helplessly.

"Hold me!" Wu Ting put one hand around Liao Changsheng's waist and said, her eyes were very clear and affectionate.

"That's not good!" Liao Changsheng's fingers were trembling, and he was stunned in the face of the woman.

"It seems that the captain is also a coward!" The brothers below used the agitation method.

Liao Changsheng took Wu Ting into his arms, the two looked at each other, this kind of close physical contact, Liao Changsheng was still a little shy, his face was flushed, Wu Tingjiao blushed, but her smile was very charming, and she enjoyed it very happily at the moment.

"Oh~" The brothers began to heckle again.

"Follow in my footsteps, it's easy." Wu Ting whispered.

"Front, back, left, that's it, that's it, good!"

Wu Ting had just finished praising Liao Changsheng, and Liao Changsheng stepped on Wu Ting's high heels with one foot, causing the brothers to laugh out loud with his clumsiness.

"Don't listen to them!"

Wu Ting turned around lightly and lowered her waist, Liao Changsheng didn't understand, and for a while, her head buzzed and she didn't lift Wu Ting, and the two fell to the ground together.

"Hahaha, Captain Liao, are you okay?" The brothers of the 137th Regiment laughed.

Su Cuiliu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, so a little selfishness was overflowing, and she walked to the center of the square with self-esteem.

danced a dance with a national style of the Eighth Route Army, like a wasp, gracefully turning, so that these rough old men who touched guns for a day imagined it unbridledly.

The fighting masters of the 137th Regiment stood up and asked the guerrillas, "Who will accept my challenge?" ”

"I'm coming!" Liu Kui stood up bravely and strode forward to meet him.

"Good, good!"

The two went back and forth, evenly divided, and the show worked very well.

"Take!"

"Take!"

When the two of them arrived, they retreated one after another, and the cooking soldiers of the food group came up with hot tofu brains, and the soldiers swallowed greedily.

Wu Ting picked up a bowl and said, "Brothers of the guerrillas, our dear compatriots, the danger of Wulong coexists with us, before the march, drink a bowl of the famous local tofu brain, and open the devil's head!" ”

"Good!" Domineering, kill it in one bite.

After eating, Political Commissar Hu stepped forward and said, "As the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring, and tomorrow is the time for you to serve the motherland, brothers, tell me, what is the slogan of our guerrillas?" ”

"Go ahead, kill!"

"Fearless, kill!"

"Serve the country and the people, kill!"

"Bang!" The earthen bowl in his hand smashed to the ground, it was useless, and the soldiers who rushed to the battlefield just had their hands, and they didn't pay so much attention.

Liao Changsheng didn't say a word, these three words "kill" represent everything.

"Stand up, turn back, and salute each other!"

This is the first time that the guerrillas and the 137th Regiment have thanked and respected each other, and it is also a kind of sustenance, and the profound meaning is "Brother, here is you!" ”

"After the salute, turn back and bring it back!" Liao Changsheng finished the order and set off, and took his brothers back to the base area.

The brothers of the national army once again sounded their palms to bid farewell to this group of brothers and sisters, and their eyes were hazy in the night, and they could not see their figures.

Bidding farewell to the guerrillas, Wu Ting immediately ordered the whole army to be on the highest alert and maintain combat readiness at all times.

This crude but meaningful pledge meeting came to an end.

All the soldiers lay on the bed, smiling, very faintly, and slowly fell asleep, and then looked at their relatives.

The partisan brothers did not rest immediately after returning home, but took advantage of the high mood to check all the guns and tie up what they were going to take away.

In order not to disturb the brothers of the national army, Liao Changsheng and Political Commissar Hu decided to start at five o'clock in the morning after discussion.

Political Commissar Hu is looking for a route on the map, if you want to avoid the devil's field of vision, you will definitely not be able to take the main road, you can only shuttle along the mountains, then the question is, whether this untraveled road can work has become a question.

At five o'clock in the morning, the ranks were neatly assembled, and two columns drove behind enemy lines.

In the empty streets, rows of shadows shone in the dim light, and the footsteps of the brothers were soft, so as not to disturb the people of the city.

"Salute!" The guards of the city gates open the gates.

The guerrillas stretched away with heavy bags on their backs.