Bright Sword Military System

Chapter 97
As soon as the chief heard the feedback from the chief of staff, he laughed happily: "This little northeast has two hands! I'm afraid these old people don't have good brains! It makes sense, write it down!"

"I wrote it down!" replied the chief of staff.

Seeing that the chief of staff's face was wrong, the chief asked, "What? You seem to have a problem with Xiaodongbei?"

"No!" The chief of staff shook his head: "How can you have any opinion on Xiaodongbei, what an excellent soldier!"

"Then you are..."

"Chief!" The chief of staff said helplessly: "I'm not satisfied with myself, look at me..."

Speaking of which, the chief of staff lit up with the roster and the tunnel sketches, and said with a bitter face, "After tossing around for a long time, I thought it would be inseparable, but who would have thought..."

The chief laughed: "What? People picked out your mistakes, and you can't hang on your face? I also have a copy of this sketch, didn't you even approve me? If there are mistakes, you have to correct them, what's the embarrassment? of!"

"That's not what it meant..." said the chief of staff, but the expression on his face proved that.

After a pause, the chief of staff said: "Head, look, I'm not very suitable for this job, or should we change someone?"

The chief was angrily laughed at by the chief of staff: "It's only because of such a setback that you retreated? This is not your style!"

"But……"

"Don't be okay!" The chief said, "You are our chief of staff. If you can't do it, who can do it? I haven't done this thing before, and everyone has no experience, so the little northeast has a lot of ideas. We don't talk to him. Compare!"

After speaking, the chief patted the chief of staff on the shoulder, pushed the roster and sketches back to the chief of staff, and encouraged: "If you change it again, don't have any emotions, we are all old revolutionaries, old Red Army, for revolutionary work, Keep on keeping on!"

The chief of staff nodded bitterly.

It's not that he can't afford to lose face, he doesn't even want to die when he is a soldier, and he still cares about that face?
The problem is that Xiaodongbei is so whole... The chief of staff, who was still very interested, has no confidence at all. He feels that no matter how he corrects it, he is wrong. Then Xiaodongbei swept his eyes and pointed out a lot of "Balapala". question.

And in front of others, where did he put his old face as chief of staff?
What?It's still a matter of face going around!

I don't know how the head of the little northeast grows. It was born by his parents. Why is his head different?
In fact, Wang Xuexin is still taking into account the face of the chief of staff.

Because there are still a lot of problems in this tunnel.

In this regard, Wang Xuexin saw that the chief of staff's face was a little wrong, and he was embarrassed to hit the chief of staff too hard at one time.

On the other hand, Wang Xuexin thought that if he finished all the questions at one time, it would inevitably lead to doubts... Have you finished the whole thing?How can you understand everything, yet let people not live?

Therefore, Wang Xuexin decided to hide it a little bit, and talk about it slowly in the future, so that it looks like doing experiments to find problems, as long as it does not affect the overall process of building tunnels.

The office has reserved a desk for Wang Xuexin, which is actually a dining table used by fellow villagers. There are no drawers, and the tabletop has rotted a few holes.There was a stack of paper on the table, with a pencil sharpening knife on it, which was supposed to be used for Wang Xuexin's authentic paintings.

There was a long wooden bench in front of the table with four legs, and it was found to be uneven when sitting on it, and it swayed like a seesaw when it moved.

The Eighth Route Army has this condition, even the chief's office is no exception.

"I said comrade." At this time, the old black said.

He almost startled Wang Xuexin when he spoke... Lao Hei is a person who is easy to be ignored. Wang Xuexin found that it was not entirely because he was black, but because he had no sense of existence.

"Uncle Zhang!" Wang Xuexin was a little embarrassed: "Look, I almost forgot about you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Comrade!" the old black asked, "are we really going to use this tunnel to beat the devil?"

"Of course it's true!" Wang Xuexin took out a pack of cigarettes from his body and handed one to Lao Hei.

Old Hei was obviously taken aback. He didn't pick up the cigarette. He stared straight at the cigarette case in Wang Xuexin's hand, and habitually hid in the shadows.

Wang Xuexin took a look at the cigarette in his hand. It was the Japanese Army's "Guang" brand cigarette. Half of the morning sun was showing on the cigarette case, and there were many rays of light around it, just like the Japanese army flag.

Wang Xuexin explained: "Uncle Zhang, this is from the devil, you... come one?"

Lao Hei shook his head, with deep fear in his eyes.

Wang Xuexin was not reluctant. He casually put the cigarette in his mouth, thought about it, and put it away in his pocket.

Wang Xuexin can understand Lao Hei.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, being locked in a mine by a devil for a few years without seeing the light of day, except for work is death, that life is really not lived by humans.

This may be the reason why Lao Hei had to hide when he saw the devil smoke, and was frightened by the devil.

Wang Xuexin moved a small wooden bench and sat in front of Lao Hei, and said slowly, "Uncle Zhang, listen to you, do you have an opinion on tunnel warfare?"

"No...no opinion!" Old Hei replied with a cigarette stick.

But this is obviously not the truth, because Wang Xuexin can clearly see that his hands are shaking, and the smoke rising from the cigarette rod is all the time.

After a long while, the old black said after the smoke: "I said comrades, you have to think clearly, if the devil blows up the tunnel, it will not be a joke. If it collapses, how many people will be buried? where?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuexin understood what Lao Hei was worried about.

Wang Xuexin didn't explain to Lao Hei that he was in the shadow of terror. If you explained to him what was going on in this tunnel, it would be difficult for a devil to blow up and so on, he would not listen at all.

Wang Xuexin nodded and continued following Lao Hei's words: "We have thought about this, there must be danger. But in order to beat the devil..."

"Aren't you guys playing really well?" Lao Hei looked at Wang Xuexin suspiciously: "I just won two battles. The little northeast they said was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes!" Wang Xuexin nodded.

"Isn't that the case?" Lao Hei asked back, "How good is it to fight the devil with a clear knife and a gun! Do you have to hide in this tunnel?"

"We're... there are also people in the tunnels, and there are swords and spears." Wang Xuexin didn't know how to explain to Lao Hei.

After thinking about it, Wang Xuexin went on to say, "Uncle Zhang, let me tell you this! Do the devils dare to go down the mine you used to stay in?"

Lao Hei shook his head and said: "Occasionally go down a few, most of them are traitors!"

"That's right!" Wang Xuexin said, "The devil doesn't dare to enter the tunnel, he has to rely on the traitor. If they can say bombing, it's not because the traitor gave the devil a clear picture of the mine? If we dig a tunnel... ... the devil can't see anything on the ground, where can he blow up?"

Lao Hei didn't speak, he just took a cigarette stick in his mouth and smoked on his own.

(End of this chapter)