The two of them walked side by side on the village path, and the breeze was blowing slowly, but they were also comfortable.

Wang Desheng said with concern: "I slept well yesterday, and I am still used to it?" ”

"It's fine."

The words were a bit against his will, but Yuan Chenming also knew that this was already the best treatment that the instructor could arrange.

He slept in a single room alone in the entire company, which was better than the company commander. The company commander and the instructor were huddled on a kang.

"Are you still used to eating?"

"Is there anything you need?"

Hush Han asked for a while, and opened the conversation, Wang Desheng finally got to the point: "Xiao Yuan, you have also seen the spiritual outlook of our soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, what do you think?" ”

"If you want me to say that."

He pondered for a moment, "I think the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, unlike the Central Army, have a spirit. A vigorous spirit.

It's quite remarkable.

Because if the components of an army do not have spirit, it is difficult to have the will to fight. Winning the battle is out of reach.

On the contrary, if the warriors have spirit, then no matter what kind of difficulties they face, what kind of enemies they face, they can exert their strength exponentially, and they are more likely to achieve victory. ”

Yuan Chenming likes history and understands history, and he also has a deep understanding of the Eighth Route Army.

This conclusion was drawn from the perspective of the future and combined with what he saw and heard now.

There are countless arguments, and I can't finish listing them for three days and three nights. As long as the conclusion is correct, that's fine.

"Energetic spirit." Wang Desheng was already moved by his remarks and had some ideas, no one had given him an idea before, and he didn't understand it very well.

But the thoughts in his mind and this conclusion were only separated by a layer of window paper, and they would be broken when they were stabbed.

Compared with the old feudal army, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army did have a spirit and a vigorous spirit.

But how did this come about?

He remembered the time in Jinggangshan, when it was very difficult, and the soldiers lived worse than ordinary workers and peasants.

In addition to food, each person only has 5 cents a day for oil, salt, firewood and vegetables, and even then it is difficult to sustain.

In winter, there was a lack of winter clothing, cotton and fabric, and many soldiers still wore two-tiered single clothes.

The soldiers were able to persevere without complaining, firstly because they were used to suffering, and secondly because everyone was the same bitter.

From the army commander to the men, they all eat five cents of food except for food, and they all pay two cents for pocket money, and all four corners are all four corners, and officers and men are equal.

This is something that should not be thought of in the feudal army.

Those who are officials are powerful, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and those who are soldiers endure oppression and exploitation.

A battle was fought with the guns of the Warlords on their backs, making the soldiers who had endured great oppression desperate.

How can you win?

With these thoughts in mind, Wang Desheng continued to guide him step by step: "In just one or two days, you can say such a profound insight, which shows that you and our Eighth Route Army are very fateful.

Our Eighth Route Army also needs college students like you, who have wisdom and brains. Staying is not only to fight against Japan, but also to fulfill your ambitions.

Xiao Yuan, think about it. ”

Realizing your ambitions and finding the wrong person, right?

Yuan Chenming looked like a ghost.

Yes, there are many aspiring young people who have clearly recognized that only GCISM can save the country. So I traveled thousands of miles north to Yan'an and joined them.

Those people deserve respect.

But, when did Yuan Chenming say that he was an "aspiring young man"?

It was all imposed on him by someone else, okay.

He doesn't have any big "ambitions", he has a fixed place, a good wife at home, and a harmonious and happy life, which is nothing more ordinary.

Wang Desheng heard someone's thoughts and was stunned for a while.

Aren't all students supposed to be vibrant, why is this so old-fashioned?

To put it mildly, it is to have no ambition.

"I'm too Buddhist, am I?"

Yuan Chenming didn't mean to explain.

In the back wave of 2020, it is a luxury to be able to live in a fixed place, marry a good wife, and live a harmonious and happy life.

Surely the seniors didn't understand.

But...... Although the class is solidified and there is no hope of getting ahead, it is a harmonious society, and the safety of people's lives and property is guaranteed.

This year...... It's a luxury to live well.

Yuan Chenming has a growing concern about the future. I don't remember much what the instructor said later, but I heard him say it.

"I've got some things to do, you can walk around the village yourself."

After the two separated, he wandered around the village.

Zhaojiazhuang has hundreds of households and thousands of people, and it is a big village.

The houses in the village are built against the hill and look very cluttered. The roads vary in width and width, with large vehicles in some places and only one person in others.

Walking and walking confused him.

"Thorn, receive. Thorn, receive. ”

More than a dozen people, dressed in various clothes and carrying guns of different shapes, listened to an assassination training conducted by a "commander" wearing a military cap of the Eighth Route Army.

A strange scene.

The young man with the red tassel gun stopped his movements and smirked at Yuan Chenming.

"Second fool, who told you to stop, what are you smiling at?"

"Captain, pretty girl."

The captain wearing the hat of the Eighth Route Army turned around and found Yuan Chenming with a black face.

This is an even more terrifying insult than the white-faced showman.

Li Ping'an, the captain of the militia, turned around and found Yuan Chenming, he could still distinguish between men and women, and combined with the rumors that circulated this morning, he immediately understood who the person in front of him was.

"Is it the showman of the three companies?"

"It's Li Ping'an, the captain of the militia. That fool doesn't have a bright brain, don't mind. ”

Yuan Chenming suppressed his anger and looked at the fool carefully. He has a round head and a round brain, and he is still giggling, and he is really a fool.

Talking about words with a second fool, even if it's not a second fool.

Just stay away from him.

After making up his mind, Yuan Chenming greeted Li Ping'an and looked at the militia captain in front of him.

Dressed in gray coarse clothes and coarse cloth, he was no different from other villagers.

It's just that several of the other villagers wore white turbans, and he wore a hat from the Eighth Route Army. Maybe that's the captain's special treatment.

For a long time, the Eighth Route Army military hat was also a trend!

The militiamen stopped practicing and stood aside to watch the two of them talk.

Yuan Chenming noticed that the guys in their hands, half of them were holding rifles, and half of them were holding spears, which was quite strange.

"Captain Li, I see that the soldiers of the new regiment are all well armed and equipped, why do you still have cold weapons here?"

How can you kill a devil with two people and one gun?

Li Ping'an knew that he had just arrived, and he didn't know the situation here, "Comrade Xiucai, you don't know, this is already very good."

Originally, the militia squad only had two guns, one of which was a shotgun, sprayed with black sand, and could only hit more than ten meters.

When the new regiment came, it issued several guns to the foreheads, and two grenades per person, which was not bad. ”

Is that the case? But the equipment is still a little worse.

"Can you show me your guns?"

"No problem." Li Ping'an agreed: "Dog leftover, bring your gun to him to see." ”

Standing on the side, the shortest young man stepped forward and handed the gun to Yuan Chenming.

Only then did he notice that the young man was not as tall as the gun, and the fluff on his face had not faded, and he was definitely not very old.

"How old is he? Is there an 18 year old? ”

"At the age of 17, I will be able to become the Eighth Route Army next year."

Li Ping'an patted the young man's shoulder: "The dog is less than old, and if the Eighth Road doesn't accept him, our militia won't have so many requirements." ”

I see.

It is no wonder that the militia is mostly old and weak, and if there is no one, they can only settle.

Rifle, cold touch, heavy weight, although this murder weapon Yuan Chenming touched it for the first time, he did not feel unfamiliar.

Even according to the sleeve on the gun, this obvious identification point, immediately called out the nickname of this gun - the old sleeve.

Li Ping'an saw that he looked very skilled, so he asked, "Man, have you used this gun?" ”