Yang Bangzi grinned excitedly to the root of his ears, his heart was beautiful, and he wondered what was going on today! The commander agreed to my marriage, and he didn't use the mushroom trick to give me the fast and slow machine, why is the political commissar who is not angry when he usually sees me so generous?

The big black paw grabbed the two grenades back with a pounce, and sniffed it with his nose, it was really a fragrant melon!

The political commissar and the commander looked at the big black stick with a greedy face, angry and funny, and Wang Political Commissar stepped forward and helped tie the tactical strap and holster to Yang Stick neatly, and asked with a smile: "Do you know how to play this?" Have you done it? ”

Yang Bangzi looked at the political commissar with disdain, and said in his heart, this is looking down on people! Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run!

"Report to the political commissar, I have used the long-handled grenade of the white dog, and I have also used the wooden-handled grenade made in the border area, yes, there is also a horsetail grenade with copper coins on the string, this melon grenade of the devil, I have seen it, I have not used it!"

"Well, pretty modest! This is called the Type 97 grenade, the devil uses a cannon at a distance, and a grenadier is used at a close point, and this one is not used much, and it is less powerful than the German long-handled grenade of the national army, but it is still much stronger than the border area made by us. ”

After speaking, Commissar Wang took a grenade and taught Yang how to use the stick pointedly.

Yang stick, you let him tinker with farm tools, that is, the bear blind man goes to school, but let him play with weapons and equipment, those two black hands are like the skillful hands of two little daughters-in-law who can embroider, and they are very quick to get started.

"Okay, let's go to the county government to report, I still have something to discuss with the commander, by the way, take the time to clean up your black head and the stinky skin that will fall off with a click! It's dirty, let the local comrades laugh! ”

"Yes! Mission completion guaranteed! Commander! Commissar! I'm gone! After Yang Bangzi gave the two leaders a standard military salute, he left the land temple and walked towards the village with satisfaction.

As soon as Yang Stick left, the commander's face immediately became gloomy. The political commissar skimmed the old yellow and cold face that could wring out water, and without saying a word, he sat on the edge of the kang, took out two tele-newspapers from his briefcase, and handed them over.

Not to mention what the political commissar and the commander were discussing, Shan Biao carried a box cannon and hung two grenades, with a scowl on his face, and walked like an old peacock with an open screen.

From the land temple outside the village to the Guo family's compound in Zhuangzi, it was originally a scene of more than one mile, and if you want to put it aside, spread out two big feet, Yang Bangzi can be reached in a few minutes, and now it is a lot of effort! Squeezed into a stinky sweat, it took half an hour to walk to the intersection.

On the streets, the masses in the four miles and eight towns who pull their families and lead their mouths, lead donkeys and hug hens, carry clothes and lie on rolls, and children cry and scream adults, jam the streets and lanes that are not wide.

In addition, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, dressed in military uniforms ranging from gray to blue, from pure homespun cloth to cotton cloth, and in different colors and styles, ran from east to west and from south to north in groups, and even the spacious intersection was now blocked and could not take a step.

A group of men pushing carts, without belts and weapons, were stuck in the middle of the street. Seeing that the car was covered with canvas and neatly tied, Yang Bangzi estimated that it was either machinery and equipment or important materials or something.

Across an intersection, the northwest corner of the intersection is the Guo family compound, the temporary residence of the Shunping County Party Committee of the Communist Party of China, which is more than ten meters away.

You squeeze me, I push you, rack carts, small carts, donkey carts, horse-drawn carts, big parcels and small burdens, goats, black pigs, old hens, little yellow dogs, crippled cats, soldiers, guns, milk, crutches, bare, liberated heads, big pigtails, literary and artistic small heads, how lively and lively it is!

Don't look at your waist across the box cannon, a small grenade on your shoulder, fart! No one looks at you more, the intersection has become a big whirlpool, how many people come in here, the sun is roasting overhead, the heat is steaming under the feet, and it is almost a stuffy sauce jar!

Yang Stick tried a few times, trying to squeeze through, but stepped on a dog's tail, and was torn by the dog when he turned around and looked at his leg and stomach, fortunately the gaiters were strong, and the dog's teeth were not bitten through, but it also hurt him to jump on one foot.

This jump was troublesome, and he landed just on the feet of the person behind him, only to listen to the "Oh Yo Niang!" "Yang Bangzi's heart is broken!

Isn't it broken? Behind is a group of women holding children, Yang Stick stepped back and firmly stepped on the foot of a young woman with a cut head and a nursing doll in her arms.

If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a military uniform, he was still a four-pocket man, and this group of women would have scratched his face all over his face.

His stinky sweat and the foaming stars on his face made Yang stick dizzy under the big sun, grabbed his military hat, wiped his face, and thought to himself that this is not good, if the devil's plane comes to pull a sheep ball, all the people on this street will be finished!

There was a big willow tree against the wall on the side of the street, and under the tree was a shiny millstone, and after looking at the distance, Yang Bangzi's eyes rolled and he had an idea.

The mouth shouted: "Fellows! Fellows, let me pass! With a stroke on both sides of his hand, he took advantage of a gap, shrunk his chest and deflated his stomach, and jumped to the mill in two steps.

didn't care about responding to the cursing from behind, jumped on the stone platform, jumped a tiger jump, climbed the trunk of the tree with both hands, and sat on the tree with a beautiful swing.

Looking around, the black pressure was all human heads, and after looking at it for a long time, Yang Bangzi understood. The reason for the blockade between the north and the south is that the team carrying large document boxes in the south, and a few cattle and dozens of goats driven by the villagers have climbed on top of the cattle.

In Xiangshang, east and west, a small detachment of the independent cavalry battalion of the division and two carriages loaded with large and small cages were also on top.

Coupled with the large number of ordinary people rushing around, even if the few local cadres in the crowd who seemed to want to clear the traffic, shouted and broke their throats, they were still so blocked.

Yang Stick loosened his belt, tightened his neck, and took a deep breath!

"Stand upright!" A thunderbolt on a sunny day, a thunderstorm in the middle of the night! The leaves of the big willow tree with the roar of Yang Bangzi fell a lot, and many of the brains under the tree fell on.

But the effect is good, the noisy intersection just now, this will be surprisingly shocking, people are looking around, where is this earth-shattering roar.

"All biedong! Listen to me if you want to go to the past! After this second shout, the people who were walking everywhere finally saw it, and it was a black-faced man sitting on a tree branch, shouting, with a bare brain, and a fierce look.

"Mom~~~!" I don't know whose child was frightened and cried by these two voices and Yang Bangzi's respectful face, and the child's mother hurriedly covered the doll's mouth.

"The fellows in the north and south are all biedong, those few horseback riders! Go back! Make way for the carts! Yang Bangzi shouted at the cavalry to the west first.

"What part of you! I have an urgent mission! "The soldiers on the horses are still a little unconvinced, pulling the reins and not moving the nest, no wonder, there are few cavalry of the Eighth Route Army, they are all precious balls, and they are used to being spoiled.

"! There is no task on the street! Call your dog-day Hou Mazi to Lao Tzu and kick your ass one by one! Retreat! ”

The battalion commander of the independent cavalry battalion of the division is also a cadre of the old Red Army, surnamed Hou, with a white pockmarked face, few people in the division dare to call him the nickname "Hou Mazi", Yang Bangzi is not ** him! When crossing the grassland, if he hadn't pulled Hou Mazi out of the mud pit with the butt of his gun, how could there be the majestic Battalion Commander Hou who is now riding a large ocean horse.

When the cavalry heard the scolding so kindly, they guessed that this person must have an unusual relationship with their battalion commander, hesitated, shook the reins, and retreated step by step with their mounts, flashed to the mouth of an alley, and even took the horses to avoid entering.

As soon as the horse team withdrew, the two carts "squeaked" and moved slowly, and the crowd following the carts began to move slowly.

As soon as things moved, the crowd at the intersection of the street became commotion, and the crowd saw that they were about to rush forward again, and the intersection that had just been loosened up became chaotic again.

"Don't mess around! Running around again! Lao Tzu has sudden! Yang Bangzi's voice shouted fiercely! The villagers near him under the tree also saw the two box cannons with red silk hanging on his waist, and the round black balls on his shoulders, and stopped their steps.

"The ones in the middle of the street! It's a local comrade no! Pull up the north-south intersection! ”

When the cadres of several district governments, who were crowded into confusion in the crowd, heard the shouting for them, they came to their senses and joined hands to seal the north-south intersection.

A bag of cigarettes, the convoy pushing the supplies with a rack cart also passed the intersection, and the cavalry also followed the flow of people, crossed the street, let go of the war horses, and disappeared into the corner of the street with a puff of smoke.

Seeing that the flow of people in the east-west direction has thinned out, there are no big cars and long queues, Yang Bangzi commanded several local cadres to seal the east-west direction, let the team carrying the document box flash the picks to the side of the road, and let the villagers drive the cattle and sheep over, and wait for the black-pressed mass brigade with the mouth of the family to gradually evacuate the past, and then pick up the picks to pass through the intersection.

Even yelling and fooling, our thick-skinned but somewhat organizational comrade Yang Bangzi actually handled the chaotic situation quite beautifully, and thousands of ordinary people and the transferred organs were all freed from the congestion.

Coming down from the tree, several local comrades who maintained traffic came over to surround Yang Bangzi, vying to shake his hand and express his gratitude.

The county magistrate of Shunping County is a white-faced and glasses-wearing offspring, Yang Bangzi doesn't know what's going on, he sees the glasses in his heart, and he has carefully thought about why this is the case, and when he estimated that it was the Red Army literacy class, he was trained too much by a teacher with glasses, and there was a shadow on his psychology.

After reading the appointment jointly signed by the Political Department of the Division and the Youth League Headquarters of the Third Old Regiment handed over by the stick, the county magistrate Wen held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked sideways behind Yang Bangzi, and asked suspiciously: "Are you alone?" ”

"Report! I'll report first, there are also attached escorts in the division, and they will gather here in a moment. ”

"Oh, I mean, you can't just send one person with so many prisoners." The county magistrate returned the appointment to Yang Bangzi, turned around and called the chief of the public security section, and asked him to lead Yang Bangzi to rest first, and explain the situation in the county prison by the way.

Yang Stick grabbed the county magistrate who was about to leave in a hurry, and the thin arm of the county magistrate who was holding it sounded "click".

The busy county magistrate was pulled back two steps, and his arm was still clutched, but Sven was a Sven person, and his heart was bright and his face was silent, and he asked Yang Stick what else was going on?

"Comrade county magistrate, there are so many people outside, are the villagers from several counties and townships here? I'm going to cross the river tonight, who will lead my detachment? And who cares about eating, drinking, and feeding? ”

Look, the veteran oil is the old soldier oil, the person has just arrived, and the butt has not sat on the bench, so the grain and grass guide will be remembered first.

"Hey, few people know about crossing the river, how do you know?" It was only at noon that the young county magistrate received the order of the sub-district to arrange and organize the movement of the masses who had withdrawn from the enemy-occupied area to the rear, and only four people in the county government knew about the night's action.

"Comrade Yang, you rest first, I will arrange someone to solve your problem for you in a while, now I am too busy, you have seen it on the way here, not only thousands, tens of thousands of people are piled up here."

Yang Bangzi tilted his head and thought about it, it was indeed not the time to talk about the problem of his team, so he let go of his hand and followed the chief of the security section with a sheep's belly towel wrapped around his head to the backyard.

The backyard is a large yard, with livestock sheds on both sides and a long adobe house in the middle. There is also a corner gate in the northwest corner, and I don't know where it leads.

Yang Bangzi was standing in the door hole and was looking around at the people and livestock in the yard, when someone suddenly shouted softly in his ear: "Dad! Father! ”

Hearing this "Dad" Yang Bangzi's eyes were dark, and a mouthful of old blood almost didn't squirt to the ground!