Wang Ying followed the logistics supply team and arrived at Longjie Jianshan at dusk, feeling the breath of the mountains and the empty camp, Wang Ying could feel that there were a lot of troops coming from the rear, at least the 11th Division had sent enough troops.

Wang Ying came, Colonel Song took several officers from the Political Training Office to greet him personally, Feng Yi did not see it, at this time, he was training with the brothers, and the brothers rested for a few days to let them feel the atmosphere of the battle.

"Company Commander Feng, Director Song of the Political Training Office invites you to dinner."

The communications corps of the headquarters easily found Feng Yi, after all, the training was in this big mountain, there was no task, and he came out with the team to report where he went.

"Got it, everyone, wrap up."

Feng Ye shouted loudly, he felt disgusted with the three words of the Political Training Office from the bottom of his heart, so he was not very interested in Director Song's banquet, of course, to let him refuse directly, he did not have a high enough military rank, and there was no way to directly refuse the director of the Political Training Office.

"Poof"

Feng Ye was washing, facing the banquet of his superiors, maintaining a good military appearance is the least respect, although this is wartime, but Feng Ye has no combat mission.

Reports

Feng Yi stood in front of the small camp of the Political Training Office, and the circle of wooden houses inside made him feel frightened, as if a bunch of gendarmes might rush out of it at any time, and then let him taste the fear of punishment again.

"It's Feng Yi, please come in, the director is already waiting for you; This side please. ”

A lieutenant officer saw Feng Ye shouting a report at the camp gate, nodded, and led the way in front after confirming Feng Ng's identity.

"Please wait"

In front of a wooden house, the officer stopped, then knocked on the door himself and entered.

"Please come in."

In a trance, the lieutenant officer came out and pointed to the wooden house lit by dim candlelight.

"Snap"

Entering the room, when Feng Yi adapted to the light in the room, he saluted the colonel officer sitting at the round table, but the sallow face sitting on the other side made him very familiar, Feng Ye frowned slightly, but he quickly returned to his senses, now is not the time to think about who that person is, it is better to concentrate on dealing with Director Song.

"Don't be so inhibited, come, sit"

Director Song seemed to be in a good mood today, pointed to the wooden stool next to him, and asked Feng Ye to sit down.

Of course, there are more than two people on the table, Director Song and Wang Ying, the three of them occupy three sides, except for a vacant seat on one side, and there are a lot of delicious things on the table, such as roast chicken, braised pork, stir-fried, peanuts, salted beans, etc.

"Come, sit"

On the other side, of course, it was Yin Zuogan, the commander of the 62nd regiment, who was sitting, and he could see that Feng Ye was a little unnatural, and he motioned to Feng Ye with encouraging eyes and asked him to sit down.

"Thank you, Director, Head of Regiment."

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and sat down.

"I don't need to introduce this one, I was born and died with you, you may be more familiar than me; Today, a special banquet was set up to welcome you, an old friend, and make a lot of fun. ”

The colonel's officer sneered, and he could see that Feng Ye was very nervous, and his whole person revealed a kind of disgust for the Bureau of Statistics and Survey.

"Fortunately, labor and management didn't talk to him, otherwise he would definitely have been closed."

The colonel's officer secretly admired this decision.

"Come, drink; Welcome Lieutenant Wang. ”

The colonel's officer raised his glass and beckoned.

The atmosphere on the table was very weird, not to mention Feng Yi, even Yin Zuogan felt uncomfortable.

Under the awkward chat between the colonel officer and Yin Zuogan, finally, three glasses of wine were over, and looking at the nervous Feng Yi on the table, Director Song finally gave up.

"Captain Yin, come, let's discuss something."

Director Song gave Wang Ying a look, he was ready to withdraw with Yin Zuogan, it was too awkward, he just hoped that Wang Ying could complete his task.

"Squeak."

The door opened, and the cold wind poured in from outside, and the candlelight in the wooden house flickered with it, as if it might be extinguished at any moment, and the wind picked up outside.

"Director Song, what you eat, you will compensate me."

"Okay, okay, things are done, don't talk about a meal, you can choose any restaurant in Huizhou, and you can eat as many meals as you like."

The sound of Yin Zuogan's conversation with the colonel's officer drifted into the room faintly with the wind.

"Squeak"

The wooden door was closed, the cold wind was gone, the conversation between the two officers was gone, and the room fell into an eerie silence, Feng Ye and Wang Ying both lowered their heads, Feng Ying didn't know what to say, and Wang Ying didn't know where to start.

"You"

"You"

The two people raised their heads at the same time to speak, and as a result, their eyes collided together, and the two people looked away left and right very tacitly.

"Let's talk about it first"

Feng Yi let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's talk about it first"

Wang Ying was almost following Feng Yi's words.

"Huh"

The two of them couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"When did it arrive?"

Feng Yi asked casually, as if he was an old friend.

"Two hours ago, why did you still come back from Nanjing as a company commander and not be promoted?"

Wang Ying was a little surprised, the grassroots officers who had experienced the battles of Songhu and Nanjing should have all been promoted by now, at least half a rank.

"Of the brothers who came out of Nanjing with us at that time, only about 20 remained in the 11th Division, and all the others returned to their original units."

Feng Ye seemed to be saying irrelevant things, but Wang Ying knew that Feng Ye did not leave them, which may be the reason why he is still the company commander.

"How's your training lately, haven't you been on the battlefield?"

Wang Ying said as he picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass for Feng Yi.

"A few days ago, there was a battle in which more than 30 brothers were killed and more than 10 wounded."

Feng Yi smiled bitterly, war is like this, once it starts, people will definitely die, it just depends on how many people die.

"I'm sorry"

"Come on, eat something, I didn't eat much just now, your favorite."

Wang Ying reached out and tore off a piece of chicken wings and put it in Feng Yi's bowl.

"Well, you can eat some too, it must be the road."

Feng Yi nodded, not to mention that he was really a little hungry.

"I'll have one too." Wang Ying tore off another chicken wing and chewed slowly.

"In the play, this is called flying with wings"

Feng Yi gulped on the chicken wings and gestured to the two chicken wings, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was another saying in this sentence.

"There's a manna play, why haven't I seen it, let's eat it"

Wang Ying's face wearing a mask was already red, but Feng Ye couldn't see it, but he lowered his head and ignored Feng Ye, the chicken wings in his hand were very embarrassing, it was not good to eat, and it would be wasted if he didn't eat it, in this era, not all the time there will be meat to eat.

"After the last separation, I went back to Wuhan, and before I came here, I was in Wuhan."

Wang Ying didn't know how to stir up the topic, so she simply recounted some things after the separation.

"Oh, rear, it's good, why are you back here, but behind enemy lines."

Feng Yi chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely.

"It's not because of you" Wang Ying was very helpless, but what came out of her mouth became another sentence.

"There is a task"

"What task," Feng asked habitually.

"Oh, forget it, I can't ask about your tasks, when I didn't."

Feng Yi waved his hand.

"You've already asked." Wang Ying gritted her teeth, the topic that she had finally provoked, how could she tolerate Feng Ye just flickering around.