"Old chief, old chief."

The next morning, Chen Hu rushed to Jiujiang. As soon as he stepped into the headquarters, he searched everywhere, but he didn't see Mr. Peng.

"Say, where has the old chief gone?"

Seeing that no one was available, he grabbed a soldier who was passing by and asked.

"Old chief? Commissar, who are you looking for! ”

The soldier was confused by the question, not knowing who Chen Hu was looking for.

"Yes, look at me. Where is the commander-in-chief of the 18th Army now? ”

Chen Hu suddenly thought that he didn't understand the meaning of calling the old chief. So I immediately changed the question.

"Oh, political commissar, you are looking for Mr. Peng in Yan'an! He's having dinner with the army commander and chief of staff right now! The warrior replied.

Chen Hu heard that they were eating together, and then turned around and forgot to run over the dining room, and the soldiers watching were stunned for a moment, not understanding why Chen Hu was in such a hurry.

"Commissar, commissar, they're not in the dining room, they're in the reception room!"

Seeing the direction in which Chen Hu ran to the dining room, the soldier hurriedly reminded him loudly that he had gone in the wrong direction.

Hearing the soldier's reminder, Chen Hu immediately turned around and began to run towards the reception room.

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When he came to the reception room, he pushed the river door open, and then stood at the door in a daze. The frightened Chen Jinghui and the others all looked at him blankly, and forgot to bite the steamed buns in their mouths just after they let go.

"Woo, old chief...... Old chief. ”

More than ten seconds later, Chen Hu suddenly called Mr. Peng and cried loudly.

"Chen Hu, hahaha...... Sure enough, it's you kid, and now you're mixed with the military political commissar, not bad. Mr. Peng stood up and said.

"Old chief, I miss you so much, why didn't you wait for us to leave in the first place." Chen Hu said.

"Alas...... Xiao Chen, when the fifth anti-encirclement campaign failed, we no longer have a foothold. In order to survive, Commander Mao led us on the Long March. And for those who were injured and missing in the fifth anti-encirclement campaign like you, we can only give up looking for you helplessly, there is no way, GMD will not give us this time. Mr. Peng said helplessly.

"Okay, Xiao Chen, aren't everyone okay now! , come on, come on, hurry up and eat the next one. ”

Mr. Peng walked up to Chen Hu, took his arm and walked into the room, then asked him to sit next to him and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

"Old chief, are those leaders okay? Is the original Lao Liu still there? ”

Chen Hu sat down, it was still difficult to calm his mind. He thought back to his former comrades-in-arms and asked eagerly.

"Alas...... We had a long march of more than 100,000 people, and in the end only 30,000 remained. Lao Liu fell into the quagmire when he was crossing the grassland, and when he was crossing the snowy mountain, he fell off the cliff and disappeared in order to protect a warrior. Alas......" Mr. Peng said with a sigh.

"They have been, already, alas......"

Hearing Mr. Peng say this, Chen Hu lowered his head, stopped halfway through his words, and finally sighed.

"Okay Lao Chen, the old chief has finally gotten old, let's talk about some happiness." Chief of Staff Xu said.

"Yes! Uncle, Mr. Peng finally came to visit, and everyone said something happy. Chen Jinghui said.

"Uncle?"

Mr. Peng looked at Chen Jinghui, then turned his head to look at Chen Hu who was sitting next to him, and told them with his eyes and asked them to explain.

"Mr. Peng, you heard him right, he is my uncle. We've been together all these years and haven't been apart. ”

Chen Jinghui looked at Mr. Peng's eyes and knew that he wanted to know what was going on, so he took the initiative to explain.

"Oh, then why are you the commander and he is ......"

Mr. Peng felt that his brain was not enough, and it stands to reason that Chen Hu is an old commander and fighter, and he should be the commander of the army. As for Chen Jinghui being so young, it's good to be a division commander. But now that it's the other way around, he can't figure it out.

"Old chief, let me talk about it!" Chen Hu said.

"Old chief, since your Long March, we have lost our organization. After Lao Xu's injuries and I are healed, we will gather the soldiers who were scattered, wounded, and hid before, and continue to work with GMD here in Jiangxi.

Later, when the devil came, we stopped fighting with GMD and started fighting with the devil. At first, we had a team of several thousand people, but then the devils surrounded and suppressed us very badly, coupled with our poor weapons and equipment, and there was no backup, so the more people fought, the fewer people fought.

During the first Battle of Wuhan, we were supposed to supply the convoy that attacked the devils at a high point. As a result, he fell for the devil's plan and fought head-on with the devil in the Lion Rock area. In addition, at that time, the devils intended to eat us all and sweep away all the base areas we had worked so hard to build, so we resisted desperately.

After a few days of fighting, there were only a few hundred of us left, and it seemed that we could not hold it anymore. But that afternoon, this kid suddenly broke out, and the devil who beat him retreated step by step. Later, it was this kid himself who took 6 warriors to break in the back and block the devil for two days, so that the last few hundred of us survived.

Since that battle, this kid is like a different person, his military philosophy is completely different from what we used to be. According to his own ideas, he first established a special operations team to attack the devil's stronghold everywhere and rob the devil's supplies.

We used that to start growing and then growing to a few thousand people again. Everyone saw that this kid had a talent for fighting, so they unanimously recommended him to be the head of the regiment.

As a result, under his leadership, we slowly developed from a regiment to a brigade, then to a division, and now to an army. It has occupied important cities such as Nanchang and Jiujiang. ”

Chen Hu briefly introduced the development history of the flying fox.

"It doesn't look like it's easy for you! It seems that Commander Chen does have something extraordinary, otherwise he would not have led a team of several hundred people, which has grown to hundreds of thousands of people, and also controls half of Jiangxi and part of Anhui. Mr. Peng said.

"Hehe, Mr. Peng laughed. It's all the result of everyone's efforts, and I'm just a guide. Chen Jinghui said modestly.

"You're kidding, guide! I've seen it all the way. Not only do you have advanced weapons here, but you also have tanks, airplanes, and warships, which is enviable. Mr. Peng said.

"Mr. Peng, everyone is their own person, I won't hide it from you, I'll take you to a place to see after dinner, and you will know why we are like this." Chen Jinghui said.

Soon they finished breakfast, and then led by Chen Jinghui to the depths of Lion Rock.

"Mr. Peng, I'm sorry, I need to blindfold you to move on."

At the first checkpoint, Chen Jinghui came to Mr. Peng with a black cloth strip and said.

"I know, come on! It's okay. ”

Of course, Mr. Peng knew what this meant, and then happily blindfolded himself with a strip of cloth.

After another hour's drive, they came to the gate of the military factory, and Hu Yi and the others were already waiting for them.

"Army commander, this is Commander-in-Chief Peng of the Eighteenth Group Army!" Hu Yi said.

"Lao Hu, this is Mr. Peng of the Eighteenth Group Army, everything I asked you to arrange has been arranged!" Chen Jinghui said.

"Well, Commander, everything is ready, come with me." Hu Yi said, and then made a gesture of please.

"Mr. Peng, this is our rifle production workshop, and we are now using semi-automatic production, and the weapons can fully meet our own use.

This is our tank production workshop, and at the moment our production capacity is limited due to geographical and personnel problems.

Here is our J-1 fighter production workshop, some time ago in the air war against Japan, our J-1 fighter aircraft achieved brilliant results. ”

Then they went to the bazooka production workshop, the bullet production workshop, the grenade production workshop, the artillery production workshop and so on. Everywhere he went, Mr. Peng watched as the weapons and equipment were being skillfully assembled and tested by the workers, and batches of assembled equipment were numbered, and then transported out and put into the warehouse. Especially when he saw the production workshop of large-caliber artillery, tanks, airplanes, etc., both eyes lit up.

As long as a soldier likes these things, especially these weapons are the most advanced at present, and they are much better than those weapons and equipment bought abroad, especially those devils.

Many times, he couldn't help but step forward, touched the weapons and equipment that had been assembled with his hands, and was reluctant to drop them in his hands.

"Good! That's great! It turns out that your weapons can be produced by yourself, no wonder your equipment is so good. Mr. Peng said with a sigh.

"Mr. Peng, how do you feel, it's okay!" Chen Jinghui stepped forward and asked.

"It's okay, General Chen, you're joking! These things can't be described in words, they have to be very good and great to be appropriate. Mr. Peng looked at Chen Jinghui with contempt and said.

"Hehe, what Mr. Peng said is that these things are very good things at the moment. But in the future, they will be left behind. Chen Jinghui said unhurriedly.

"What, there's better, where, take me to see." Mr. Peng immediately became excited, and began to take Chen Jinghui's arm and forget to walk outside, asking him to take himself to the place where he said something better. He wanted to see where the better ones were.

But Chen Jinghui hesitated, stood there and did not move, but gave Hu Yi a look.

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