It's all been kicked, and it's not easy to pretend to be dead anymore, Yang Stick rubbed his buttocks and balls, and looked at Director Cheng with a smile.

"It's growing! Dare to fire the sentry's gun! Come on, let me see if you have dragon scales or thorns that can't be pulled out! After speaking, Director Cheng came over and reached out to lift Yang's coarse cloth shirt.

"Don't! Don't! Teacher! Director! Can't I accept it? I was wrong, I was wrong! Yang Bangzi hid and put clothes on his body indiscriminately.

I am used to being a political training cadre, and I don't smile at all day long, but when I see this slippery Yang stick, Director Cheng can still show a little smile, plus his proud female disciple Hong Mei is in the letter, and she has a lot of kind words for this "ruffian" who is partnered with her, and now I am polite enough to see Yang Bangzi!

There were many people, Director Cheng didn't say a few words to Yang Bangzi, he trained this kid twice, asked him to return the gun to the sentry, apologized, and then found a place to place the team, and went to the police cordon to report to the Political Department.

When Director Cheng walked away, Yang Stick carried three guns and shook them up the slope, or the three soldiers were on duty, and they didn't get to the point of being laid off, the guns were returned, and they were thrown over, and Director Cheng was not in front of him anyway, so he was exempt!

Yang Bangzi is still angry in his heart, Lao Tzu is also a leader, and the dogs of this group of guards are low, so they should clean them up!

The ditches and ditches were all occupied by the organs and the masses who came first, and finally Yang Bangzi and Er Vulture were in the bushes under a stone and a stone, and the people of the Yujian Sub-district Propaganda Section enthusiastically vacated a piece of land, which can be regarded as the first placement of the independent brigade.

Yang Bangzi was also not polite to the people in the propaganda department. It's been almost four years since I was in one piece. Politely, it's all vain. However, this kid's eyes were also lively, and he quietly took out two canned beef from the package he brought, and stuffed them to the head of the propaganda section, but it was not for free, but for help.

There was canned beef as a foreshadowing, and the head of the propaganda section smiled and asked his officers to go to the people of the sub-district grain unit to receive rations.

The personnel were settled, and the food and drink were also managed. This Yang stick crossed the cordon with his hands behind his back and went to the Political Department.

The soldier on duty saw that the troublesome guy was coming again, and this time he was obedient, he didn't stretch out his hand to stop him or say anything, and when Yang Stick arrived, he stood up and made a military salute.

Yang Bangzi was happy, and his heart said that it would be the same wherever he went in this world, and he would not have a long memory if he didn't give a lesson! He returned the salute with a grin, and after a short walk down the slope, an officer of the Political Department who had known him earlier was waiting for him.

Director Cheng received a notice from the military region headquarters. I went to the meeting, and before leaving, I instructed the officer on duty. When Yang Bangzi came, let him wait first, and give him something to eat, Director Cheng said that as long as this kid has something to eat, his ass can sit firmly, and if he doesn't give him food, he may cause some kind of trouble.

This is too right, Yang Bangzi belongs to the kind of master who remembers eating but not remembering, half a basket of heterozygous noodles, a few pieces of old pimple pickles, a pot of cold white boiling, and the kid who eats is full of burps.

After the meal was over, Director Cheng had not come back, the temporary office of the Political Department was a continuous shack built with tarpaulin and rain cloth, and the staff were busy everywhere, and there were only three people in the shack, and one of them was still lying on the slate to write something, Yang Bangzi leaned over to see what people wrote, and the young man glared at him and covered the paper on the slate with his hand.

"Stingy! Look at what you're afraid of, and it's not short for you, hum! "I was a cold guy by others, I was a little embarrassed not to be treated, and my face was a little unbearable, so I walked out of the shack with my hands behind my back and stood under the tarpaulin to see the scenery.

The weather is really good, early in the morning cloudy jiashi, I thought there was a storm, this is not yet noon, the clouds are open and the fog is dispersed, the sun shines on the people warm, and the body is very comfortable.

Under the clear blue sky, the green peaks stand in the sun and look so proud and upright, the pine and cypress, the green grass and yellow stripes, and the Yang stick, who has few big words in his heart, can see that he misses two sentences a little, but unfortunately he shook his big black head a few times and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, this kid's eyes lit up and he found something good! Under a small cliff not far from the shack of the Political Department, on three shacks that were also made of tarpaulin and rain cloth, a line shining in the sun extended from the roof of the shack to the top of the cliff, and on the top of the cliff, more than a dozen antennas were still gently swaying in the breeze!

Antenna! Hey! Yang stick is the thing that interests him the most! This kid doesn't love money or women, and it's not uncommon to have any antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so he is interested in this live thing, electric lights, telephones, wires, especially communication equipment such as transmitters and field radios.

In the past, when he saw these things, he wanted to tinker with them, and others always belittled him, saying that you are a master of five big and three rough coal diggers, and you still tinker with those fine things, isn't that the same as the old sow arch cabbage!

Yang Bangzi still wanted to go up and touch the radio station when he saw it, and he was idle and had nothing to do, and when he saw the antenna and wires, he immediately realized that this was the radio brigade of the headquarters.

This kid's love for the radio station is almost to the point of obsession, and whenever he has the opportunity to go to the military region, he will secretly deliver delicious food to the radio brigade, and he is reluctant to eat the captured canned Japanese food, toffee, biscuits, etc., and he always sends them to the radio station.

Later, the captain of the radio brigade was embarrassed, he always ate things sent by others, and his mouth was short, and he once asked Yang Bangzi, what do you want to help with or what? Yang Bangzi said for a long time that he wanted to come here to be a newspaper operator.

The captain of the team was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then hahadaxiao bent down with his stomach in his hands, and then he really reported the matter to the military region, and Mr. Nie laughed after hearing it, and said that it was good, as long as he Yang stick could learn the foreign code, I would transfer him to the radio station to work.

Not to mention the foreign code, the Chinese word code Yang Bangzi was stunned when he saw it, and this matter was over, but since then, Yang Bangzi has had a heart disease, and has always dreamed of having a radio station.

Many operators and operators in the radio brigade know this old Yang stick who came to deliver delicious food, and now I didn't think that this guy would find this guy, and a few operators who were not on duty still teased Yang stick, reaching out and rummaging through their pockets to find food.

Yang Bangzi still wants to go into the shack to see it, this is not good, the newspaper room was not allowed to outsiders to enter before, and now the temporary shack can't let him in.

There was still a lot of fun at the mouth of the shack, and Leng Buding lifted the curtain from the inside and came out, which scared Yang Bangzi! Why! Not Chinese! It's a foreigner with a big nose, blue eyes, and yellow hair with gold-rimmed glasses!

When I was a child, I saw big-nosed foreigners in the mine, and I also saw foreign priests on the Long March, but they were all glanced at from a distance.

The foreigner didn't expect a bunch of people standing outside the door curtain, just crossed the curtain and waist, and his face was so hung with a big black face, which startled him, "myGod!" The foreigner exclaimed in surprise and took half a step back.

It is estimated that it was the Japanese military uniform on Yang Bangzi's body, coupled with his fancy face, that scared foreigners. Hearing the foreign characters shouted out of the foreigner's mouth, Yang Bangzi grinned and smiled, this smile, the foreigner panicked even more, turned around and fled back to the shack.

"Why did you run away? I don't eat foreigners! Yang Bangzi scratched the back of his head and said stupidly.

"That's it, don't talk about foreigners, the little devil has to run when he sees you! You are not the Lord of the Stove, you are a mourning god! The newspaper operators laughed together.

"What are you doing! What to do! It's out of work, isn't it! Go, go, go! What to do, what to do! As soon as the curtain was lifted, no one came out, and the voice of reprimand floated out first.

The foreigner ran into the house, saying that there was a devil at the door, and the captain of the radio brigade was stunned, and he took out his gun and ran to the door.

When he came out, the few newspaper operators around Yang Bang all ran away, leaving Yang Bangzi standing there a little bewildered.

Seeing that it was this kid, the captain was also a little surprised, he also heard about Yang Bangzi in the Lingman area, but he didn't expect to be gone for almost half a year, and he was in the encirclement of the devil.

The relationship between the two is good, the captain of Yang Stick's canned food didn't eat less, took a picture, hurriedly took Yang Stick's hand, walked to the edge of the cliff and found a stone slab to sit down and talk.

lit cigarette bags and pots with each other, and as soon as the captain introduced him, Yang Bangzi knew that the foreigner who ran away when he saw him was an international friend who had just come to our military region, a foreign teacher at Yenching University in Beiping, and a Briton William Lin Michael, who was wanted by devils because he helped us eight roads, and was taken to the military region by Mr. Nie to work as an instructor in the radio brigade.

As soon as he heard the word "instructor", Yang Bangzi called again, approached and said to the captain: "It's going to be a training class again, can you consider applying for it this time?" ”

When the captain heard that he was going to apply again, he didn't laugh this time, smoking a cigarette, afraid of choking. After a while, he said to Yang Bangzi: "By the way, don't you always want to tinker with the radio, you kid will be able to tinker with it soon!" ”

"Really! You take me! Yang Bangzi stood up excitedly, wanting to pick up the captain and turn around twice.

The captain hurriedly dodged and hurriedly said, "You dog-faced, let go!" Loosen! Lao Tzu, how can this small temple accommodate your big Buddha! I don't dare to accept you! ”

As soon as he heard that he was not allowed to enter the training class, Yang Bangzi was angry all of a sudden, sat on the ground with a snort, and smoked a cigarette.

"Don't be discouraged! Let me tell you the good news, this bull-nosed foreigner has helped us organize a lot of radio stations, and it has been decided that we will equip the regimental headquarters at the sub-district level with radio stations, and your Lingman special area has a share of two stations! Now you have got your wish! (To be continued......)