"Come on, Brother Ma, I'll salute it." Wang Er stood up and toasted at a man with a horse's face opposite.

"Brother Wang, don't be so polite." The person called Brother Ma put on a polite expression, but he was like a nail, he still sat on the stool, took the wine glass and drank Wang Er lightly touched it, and drank it without seeing him polite.

"It's thanks to Brother Ma. This is my little heart, brother, I hope my brother will not refuse. As he spoke, Wang Er took out something about four fingers wide and two fingers thick, palm-length, wrapped it in a silk cloth, and gently put it in front of this horse brother.

"Oh? Brother Wang was polite. As he spoke, he took it directly in his hand, opened a corner and looked at it, it was golden, obviously golden. Oh, that's embarrassing, I just said a few words, and I didn't dare to accept this big gift. As he spoke, he wanted to hand back the things in his hand, but seeing that his hands were holding them tightly, I knew what he meant.

Wang Er could naturally see it, with an unhappy expression on his face, "Alas, if it weren't for Brother Ma this time, I would definitely not have this opportunity, so Brother Ma would have suffered, suffered." If Brother Ma doesn't accept it, it means that he doesn't recognize me as a little brother. He said that he pushed back Brother Ma's hand that was holding the gold.

"Bang Bang !!"

Just as the two of them were tugging, hypocrisy and snakes, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of people rushed in.

Brother Ma sat at the top, facing the door, heard the door kicked open, and was about to curse, but when he saw the person rushing in, he immediately held back the words that came to his mouth. Wang Er sat diagonally, facing the door sideways, unable to see the person coming at the first time, and when he heard that the door was kicked open, he opened his mouth and scolded: "That turtle son, dare to ......"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and saw someone coming, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Who is the turtle son? How dare you? A middle-aged man in a neat military uniform stepped forward and said.

"I'm talking about myself, I'm talking about myself." Wang Er lowered his eyebrows and said with a bowed face, his face full of flattery, "I don't know if the chief has anything to do here to help?" ”

"Yes." The middle-aged man said with a smile, Wang Er, who was watching, was overjoyed, if he could hug this person's thigh, it would be developed.

"I don't know what to do for me?"

"It's very simple, come with us." The middle-aged man took out the rope and said.

"Uh, I don't know what that means?" Wang Er faintly felt that it was not good.

"You're arrested." The simple and clear four words made Wang Er suddenly feel like he was hit by five thunderbolts.

"No, it's not a joke, is it?" Wang Ergan said with a smile.

"You think we'll have time to joke with you? Tied up. The middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

"You're just a company commander, I'm the regiment commander, why are you tying me up." Wang Er struggled, still fighting a trapped beast.

"We came to arrest you on the orders of the commander-in-chief, and we don't know why." The middle-aged man said that they were the guard company of Commander-in-Chief Hu Zongnan Hu, just like the Son of Heaven's army, they came to arrest Wang Er, as if they were acting on orders, and those who dared to resist were treated as rebellion.

Wang Er was taken away, just like a dead turtle, although he was still yelling when he left, but after a few punches, he was safe. As for the horse brother, he shrank under the table from beginning to end, frightened, until Wang San was taken away, he climbed out, looked at the private room that was no longer empty, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a thought of the rest of his life after the catastrophe suddenly rose.

Suddenly, a head stuck out of the door, "Ma Huaiyou, you have been dismissed." With that, the head disappeared from the doorway.

"Bang." Brother Ma, who was originally trembling and standing up, heard this, and sat down directly, his eyes blank.

Lu Qiang's style of tyrants not only pleased Hu Zongnan, but also scared Jiang Guangtou, just to deal with a small regiment commander, he took out 50 artillery pieces, which is simply a huge boost in China/army, which lacks artillery fire.

It is said that when the Sichuan army went out of Sichuan, their regiment commander even took out his pants and sold them, and finally bought three light machine guns like Dangbao, which shows the degree of lack of weapons in China/army, of course, there are some reasons for baldness, in addition to the lineage, the miscellaneous lines are raised by the mother.

It can be said that China at that time lacked everything, that is, there was no shortage of people, and fighting a war depended on human lives.

Looking at the very feminine little person in front of him, Lu Qiang was sure that she was a woman.

Xiao Yuyu, why are you a woman? didn't tell Shu Huang, Shu Huang was so heartbroken. Lu Qiang covered his heart and said with a "painful face".

Bai Yu glanced at Lu Qiang, "You didn't ask me, do I have to run to you and tell you that you are a woman." ”

"That's right." Lu Qiang nodded very understandingly, "By the way, Xiao Yuyu, how old are you." ”

"Don't call anyone Xiaoyuyu, I'm 13 this year." Bai Yu shouted loudly at the landing.

“13？ Not at all. Lu Qiang swept the white jade up and down, obviously only about ten years old, and in the end, Lu Qiang in the final analysis, malnutrition led to underdevelopment, her stepmother has been bad to her since Jingmen, when his father was there, he treated her very well on the surface, but he did some indiscriminate things behind his back, and of course the white jade that was not full of food and clothing could not develop.

Touching her somewhat withered yellow hair, "Let's go, the boss invites you to dinner." "Although the current Yan is only a small town, there are still inns.

After an afternoon, Lu Qiang was also hungry, and he didn't eat much at noon, he was full of milk and didn't starve.

During the Anti-Japanese War, it was said that Yan'an was desirable, and I don't know how much I yearned for Lu Qiang, but looking at the smiles on the faces of the people, it shows that they are living very well, at least Lu Qiang has not found which city or town in the south The people are full of such smiles.

Lu Qiang lives in the village of the city, as for why he doesn't live in the city, it's because there are many people in the city, and the fish and dragons are mixed, for fear that there will be accidents, those bigwigs of the Red Party either don't live in the countryside people's homes, or don't live in the barracks, and those who live in the city are inconsequential people, so as to ensure to the greatest extent that their appearance is not revealed, and every household in the village is very familiar, once a stranger comes, they will be found immediately.

After walking three or four miles, I came to Yan'an, the county seat of Yan'an is not big, and you can collect it at a glance if you stand a little higher.

"That's the pagoda on Pagoda Mountain." Lu Qiang pointed to a tower of nine cities in the distance and asked Bai Yu.

"yes." Bai Yu nodded.

"I heard that this pagoda was built in the Tang Dynasty, it is nine stories high, standing on the top of the tower, you can see the whole of Yan'an at a glance, isn't that so?" Lu Qiang asked.

"I don't know." Bai Yu shook his head. "No one told me."

Lu Qiang was silent when he heard this, and the three of them continued to walk slowly towards the city.

On the way, Lu Qiang found an interesting thing, everyone hummed a few words in their mouths, some of these lyrics were very familiar to him, and some were very unfamiliar. Some sang loudly, others whispered. For this phenomenon, Lu Qiang was curious.

"What's going on there, there's a big crowd around there?" Suddenly, Bai Yu pointed to a crowd of people not far away.

"I don't know, go check it out." Joining in the fun is one of Lu Qiang's hobbies, and in the final analysis, it is the reason for curiosity.

Hu Zhuang was cold and arrogant in the front, Lu Qiang was in the back, the crowd was too dense, and the three of them squeezed for a long time to get to the front.

"What are so many people doing?" Finally squeezed to the front, Lu Qiang found that the reason for the onlookers was two waves of confrontation, and there were at least about 500 people on each side. What is this for? Do you have a group fight?

"Young man, you just came to Yan'an, right?" An old man with a wrinkled face beside Lu Qiang said.

"Uh, that's right." Lu Qiang replied, but in his heart, he secretly said that this old man's ears were quite pointed, and he muttered quietly, the surrounding environment was so noisy, he heard it.

"It's a monthly singing competition." The old man explained to Lu Qiang.

"Singing contest?!" Lu Qiang suddenly remembered something.

"That's right, it's a singing competition, compare to see which side sings loudly and brightly." The old man said.

Lu Qiang remembered that in the eyes of some foreigners, Yan'an has another name, called "Singing City". Why is it called the City of Songs? The reason is simple, and that is that the people here love to sing.

In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, singing became a flourishing trend in Yan'an. Singing in schools, in the army, in factories and institutions. Every time I sing, I sing and I sing together, encourage each other to sing, and compete with each other to sing. Sometimes it is simply a river of songs, an ocean of songs. The singing is not even, wave after wave, singing, joint singing, and round singing, so that you can't distinguish the beginning and the end, and you can't touch the edge.

Every time there is a meeting, the teams of various units and departments always come with singing and go back with singing. Singing before the meeting, singing during the break, and a gathering without singing is not a drop.

Before the meeting, the teams "sang" with each other, which was a collective singing competition, known as the "song battle". After Kang University, Shaanxi Gong, Women's University, Lu Yi and other schools and institutions lined up and carried flags into the venue, a fierce "song battle" began. There is a conductor in each team, and the conductor not only sings well, but also is full of encouragement, which can not only make his team sing high-pitched and passionate, sing neatly and powerfully, but also have a way to motivate other teams to sing again and again, sing to the fullest, and sing happily and vigorously.

Songs are inherently the most direct and sensational art style. In this kind of collective large-scale singing, it is easy for people to vent irrepressible passions, impulses, and even fanaticism. High-pitched and powerful singing is a kind of collective lyricism and a great release of emotions. The faint voices of the individual merge and mix with the powerful voices, so that in the majestic momentum and grand volume, everyone feels the power of the collective, and feels the power of being a member of the collective.

And now, what Lu Qiang sees is a "song war".