Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 292 Clanking Iron Bones, Rolling Hot Tears

After the temporary meeting held by Zhou Weihan and the three of them ended, the food on the dinner table was already cold, and the three of them took a simple bite.

Zhao Gang immediately arranged for someone to sort out the minutes of the meeting, and issued an official notice to each regiment that night.

Ci County, West Garden, Fourth Regiment Headquarters.

The group leader Wang Yigong and the political commissar Gao Zhiheng have hardly slept at night these days.

Before the war, the fourth regiment was a large regiment of more than 1600 people. Changzhi Airport lost a quarter of its staff in the first battle.

The Second Battalion Commander Han Zhiqian and Deputy Battalion Commander Yang Xiansheng were organized by the Jinsui Army and Sichuan Army that Zhou Weihan rescued from the POW camp.

Under the glare of the light, Wang Yigong's face was sallow and his eyes were red. He remembered that he endured the torture of the Japanese in the prisoner-of-war camp and fought the devils hand in hand. in mind.

"Is there no news from the headquarters yet?" Wang Yigong's dry voice sounded.

"Old Wang, how can you torture me quickly? I know you are anxious, but it's okay to be so anxious. The situation has been reported. Wait, wait!" Gao Zhiheng had two blisters on his mouth, but his mouth Still comforting Wang Yigong.

"The first battalion and the third battalion have already rushed to the station. This time, the second battalion suffered heavy casualties, and the soldiers were emotionally unstable. If you want me to see that the second battalion is with the regiment headquarters first, I will personally do the ideological work of the soldiers. What do you think?" Gao Zhiheng continued.

"You can figure it out!" Wang Yigong replied.

At this time, a noise came from the compound of the former Ninety-seventh Army Headquarters, now the Fourth Regiment Headquarters.

"Guawazi, dare to stop me, Wang Yigong, Wang Yigong, come out, damn it, don't hide from me!" Yang Xiansheng, the commander of the second battalion, stood unsteadily at the regiment gate with a wine bottle in his hand, He cursed loudly.

The guards of the regiment stopped Yang Xiansheng, but there was nothing they could do about him.

"Battalion Commander Yang, the regiment commander and the political commissar have been so angry these two days that they can't even eat, you better stop making such eyebrows!" The guard soldiers pulled Yang Xiansheng aside and persuaded in a low voice.

"What's wrong with him being angry? My brothers from the Second Battalion haven't settled down yet. If this matter is not resolved, I won't leave!" Yang Xiansheng shouted deliberately.

The sequelae of the war have existed in every era. After the war, some suppressed problems suddenly broke out. Wang Yigong also deliberately let the soldiers burst out their suppressed emotions.

The second day after the Fourth Regiment returned to West Garden, a comrade from our side in Changzhi came over.

This comrade served as a guide for the Fourth Regiment in Changzhi. After the Fourth Regiment retreated, he stayed and followed the movements of the Japanese army in Changzhi.

Later, seeing the Japanese army throwing the soldiers in the wilderness, they organized people to try to bury the remains of the soldiers, but the Japanese army sent plainclothes to keep watching in the dark.

As a result, our comrades suffered a great loss, and more than a dozen casualties were added.

When the soldiers of the fourth regiment learned of this, they all clamored to bury the remains of the sacrificed soldiers.

At this time Wang Yigong strode out of the regiment headquarters.

Seeing Yang Xiansheng drinking madly in front of the regiment department, Wang Yigong's pent-up anger was instantly ignited: "Yang Xiansheng, you fucking drank some cat urine, you still know what you do, you are now a cadre of the Eighth Route Army , is that what you set an example for?”

Wang Yigong tolerated the emotions of the soldiers, but it didn't mean he could tolerate battalion-level cadres like Yang Xiansheng taking the lead in making trouble.

"Bring me a basin of cold water!" Seeing Yang Xiansheng's expression that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Wang Yigong immediately asked the soldiers to fetch the water.

Wang Yigong personally poured a basin of cold water over and poured another basin of cold water down.

It was August and the nights were muggy.

Yang Xiansheng shivered, stiffened his neck, and shouted loudly: "It's cool, it's comfortable, let's have another fucking pot!"

What a hob meat, when Yang Xiansheng was in Chuanzhong, he was a disciple of Brother Pao, he responded to the call and led a group of brothers to join the army.

Nowadays, there are not many brothers who joined the army together at the beginning.

Knowing that the corpses of the sacrificed soldiers of the Second Battalion were ruined by the little devils, Yang Xiansheng couldn't bear it anymore, he was expressing his emotions in his own way.

Seeing Yang Xiansheng's unscrupulous look, Wang Yigong's scalp tingled with anger, he touched and touched the gun case on his waist with his right hand, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Guard, put him in confinement!"

Two guards stepped forward to take Yang Xiansheng away.

"I'll go by myself!" Yang Xiansheng handed the wine bottle to his mouth, took a big gulp, and then threw the wine bottle on the ground.

Yang Xiansheng raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, and strode towards the confinement room.

In the courtyard, the soldiers of the guard company watched quietly, and Wang Yigong also raised his head.

At this moment, Gao Zhiheng quickly walked out of the regiment headquarters.

"The headquarters sent a telegram, ordering our regiment to deal with the sacrifice of soldiers at Changzhi Airport immediately!" Gao Zhiheng stood at the door and shouted loudly.

Excited voices resounded in the compound, Yang Xiansheng's pace stopped for a moment, and he turned his head to look.

At this time, Wang Yigong couldn't bear it anymore, and tears soaked the telegram.

"Yang Xiansheng!"

"Here!" Yang Xian replied loudly.

"Assemble the soldiers of the second battalion immediately!"

"Yes!" Yang Xian stood at attention and gave a military salute with trembling hands.

Then he walked quickly in front of Wang Yigong and Gao Zhiheng, and knelt on the ground with a slap.

"Leader, political commissar, it's not me, Yang Xiansheng, who is making trouble, it's because I'm panicked, I'm not very enlightened, I'm not promising, I can only be a Qiu Ba in this life!"

"When Commander-in-Chief Liu announced the "Letter to the Army and the People in Sichuan and Kang", I took 132 children from my hometown to enlist in the army. I walked all the way to the World War II zone wearing straw sandals. Kill the devil with a big knife and a wooden gun!"

"The troops around me were constantly being broken up and reorganized, and there were fewer and fewer brothers around us. Later, we entered the little devil's prisoner-of-war camp. It was the detachment leader who rescued us. The brothers made up their minds to follow the Eighth Route Army!"

"Now there are only 7 brothers from my hometown left by my side. As soon as I closed my eyes these two days, I saw the shadows of the brothers. The brothers are not afraid of death, but I can't explain to the elders in my hometown. I can't let the brothers Exposing corpses to the wilderness!" Yang Xiansheng collapsed on the ground and wailed, hammering his chest continuously.

He never cried when he fought for thousands of miles from Chuanzhong; he never cried when he fought bloody battles with the Japanese army in Xinkou;

At this point he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The emotions of the guards and even the soldiers in the yard were infected, their trembling hands tightly clutching the steel guns in their hands.

Wang Yigong stepped forward to support Yang Xiansheng, and then said: "Brother, let's bring back the remains of the soldiers together."

At this moment, we are comrades-in-arms, comrades, and brothers.

(End of this chapter)