Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 7 Xie Gouzi, who took the blame for Li Da's ability

The Nine Columns is an armed force under the leadership of the 129th Brigade of the 386th Division of the Eighth Route Army. The person who scolded her on the phone just now was the well-known commander of the 386th Brigade.

Although the Nine Columns have the name of a column, it is all to attract the attention of the devils, but in this period of time in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, it was actually a brigade-level combat unit.

Of the three regiments under the Nine Columns, only the third regiment has combat effectiveness. It was severely damaged in the previous battles, and its personnel and supplies have not kept up, let alone the newly established first and second regiments.

In the command post, the commander blushed from being scolded, breathed heavily in his chest, and glanced at Xie Gouzi.

Xie Gouzi, the company commander of the new third company, was a stunned-looking young man with a bloody bandage on his head, standing in the middle of the room with a miserable face, with snot and tears on his face.

"Did you hear? You prodigal bastard, I really want to shoot you."

Xie Gouzi sniffled and said aggrievedly: "Commander, can this be my fault? The order didn't reach me, I don't even know!"

The commander slapped the table and stared: "Who did the order go to? Is it from your third company?"

"Yes, but that guy has only been here for less than three days." Xie Gouzi burst into tears again, "It turned out to be a militia captain who was temporarily recruited to carry a stretcher. Who knows which donkey he called to kick How dare you jump out and take orders!"

"It's still! As long as it's your third company, you can't escape Xie Gouzi!"

Xie Gouzi pleaded with Political Commissar Ma with his eyes, and Political Commissar Ma quickly smoothed things over, "Commander, because Xie Gouzi was brave in this battle and was injured, let's bypass him!"

The commander was angry, and then scolded: "Even if he has just been in the army for a long time, as long as he enters your third company establishment, you will be the Xie Gouzi soldier! If something goes wrong, you Xie Gouzi will have to fuck around !"

Xie Gouzi's eyes were swollen from crying, and he sobbed and said, "You can beat me with forty army sticks to vent your anger, but only one. I can't do this company commander. You can give it to someone else."

The head of the group slapped the table: "It's against you, say a few words about you, and call me on the board!"

Xie Gouzi wiped his face with his sleeve: "No, you can let me come back to be your bodyguard, otherwise, I can be the leader of any company. Anyway, I will never return to the third company."

"You're worthless, you're from the third regiment anyway!" The commander pointed at Xie Gouzi's nose and cursed.

Political commissar Ma watched the commander start again, and quickly interrupted him, asking, "What is the origin of that militia captain?"

Xie Gouzi said hastily: "That guy was originally a village militiaman. He was eloquent and easy-going. He had feelings for our Eighth Route Army team. Later, when the army recruited troops, he brought all the militiamen from the village with him."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know his name, everyone he knows calls him Li Dabenshi."

"Humph!" the commander said angrily, "What is Li Da's ability, I think he is a Li Da waste. If he just joined the army and doesn't understand farts, I will shoot you two together."

Just as he was talking, a soldier ran in and said, "Report to the commander and political commissar. A group of people came outside and said they were sent by the headquarters."

The commander and the political commissar looked at each other, "It should be Zhou Weihan, the head of the new second regiment sent by the headquarters, here, let's go out and pick him up."

The battlefield has been cleaned up, but there is still a more difficult thing to do, which is to recognize people.

Those indistinguishable remains of broken limbs have already been buried in the ground, and the recognizable remains of the Nine Columns fighters are being counted hastily by the clerk: the names of the martyrs Yan Yongwu and Zeng Quanzhi are simply written on the straw paper. on the notebook.

Every time the battle is over, it always works like this, and the clerical staff has almost become numb.

No matter how great the victory is, there will be sacrifices by one's own people. Often the greater the victory, the greater the sacrifice.

Perhaps the only people who are not happy when they hear that their troops have won a big victory are the clerks who are responsible for counting casualties.

For those heroes who have been buried in the ground, how many have the same name and surname as someone else?
How many people just disappeared without a name or surname? The documents cannot be known.

Zhou Weihan watched from a distance the family members of the martyrs who came to find the bones of their relatives. The clerk took them to a large cemetery and pointed to a wooden sign without a name.

The family members sobbed in a low voice, or wailed heart-piercingly, and the secretary also wept beside him.

For an army, the casualties in battle are a loss of one hundred or two hundred people, but for a family, it is a broken beam and a whole sky collapsed.

Even after experiencing life and death, Zhou Weihan's iron-hard heart still couldn't help throbbing.

The clerk walked towards the command post with his head bowed, and looked up to see some family members of the martyrs coming again.

They had just returned home, and came back the same way, brought a young and strong boy, handed it to the army with tears in his eyes, and told him: "Go to be the Eighth Route Army, kill the devil, and avenge your brother."

What a simple and lovely group of people, Zhou Weihan felt for the first time that his mission in this era was to protect this group of people.

Jing Dagang tugged at Zhou Weihan's sleeve at this moment, "Regimental Commander, the commander of the Nine Columns, the political commissar is here."

Zhou Weihan saluted, "Report to the commander and political commissar, Zhou Weihan is here to report!"

"Head Zhou, we Nine Columns are looking forward to the stars and the moon, but we finally have you here!" Nine Columns political commissar said happily.

"The Nine Columns is in urgent need of cadres, and the higher-level dignitaries. I didn't expect the headquarters to send you here. If the Nine Columns had a general like you who can fight earlier, they wouldn't let the little devil run away this time." The commander said with emotion. said.

"Okay, let's stop standing outside, let's talk in the room!" The political commissar interrupted the commander.

"Yes"

Zhou Weihan and Jing Dagang followed the commander and political commissar into the house, and the commander said to him gently: "Commander Zhou, Liu Tianming, the political commissar of your 22nd regiment, and I were old comrades in arms during the Red Army period. I was the company commander back then, and he It's the instructor."

Zhou Weihan was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I heard from Lao Liu, he told me that the friendship between you two is a bloody friendship. He still owes you a drink!"

The commander laughed: "Fortunately he still remembers, I forgot."

Zhou Weihan glanced at Jing Dagang, and Jing Dagang put the Zuoguan knife on the table in understanding.

Zhou Weihan explained: "Commander, we happened to wipe out a group of devils here, so we should have escaped from the encirclement."

"That's great. A column beat up a squadron of devils and let them run away. It's really useless to say that. The brigade commander just called and scolded me."

"Now I order Zhou Weihan to be the head of the new second regiment of the Nine Columns. Due to the shortage of cadres, you should do it alone first, the head and the political commissar!"

Hearing the commander's words, Zhou Weihan almost couldn't help laughing, after all, no one wants to have a political commissar who can recite the magic spell.

It's good to meet a reasonable political commissar who is familiar with the military, such as Liu Tianming.

If the head of the regiment and the political commissar are not together, it will affect the development of the entire regiment.

Today's political commissar also has a military veto.

The most obvious example is that after the Eighth Military Division of the Jizhong Military Region successfully broke through, the [-]th regiment of the Department lost contact and was still surrounded by the Japanese army.

Faced with the loss of an entire regiment, the commander and political commissar of the Eighth Army Division each had their own proposals, resulting in a big disagreement, and no one would accept the other.

The commander at the time advocated that a strong man cut off his wrist, but the political commissar had a different opinion.

After repeatedly asking for opinions and discussing to no avail, the political commissar directly invoked the final decision-making power, rejected the commander's order in a righteous way, and then ordered the entire army to turn around and return to rescue the [-]th regiment.

Later, when the Japanese army took advantage of our unstable foothold, they encircled it from all directions. At that time, the Eighth Army Division was full of troops and only had more than 700 troops left. However, there were as many as 4000 Japanese troops surrounded by them, and they were equipped with excellent weapons.

The soldiers of the Eighth Army Division performed very bravely, but unfortunately, due to the serious disadvantages of being outnumbered and not superior in weapons, in the end, except for a few soldiers who desperately completed the breakout, most of the soldiers in the Eighth Army Division Heroic sacrifice, martyrdom.

Later, the superior learned this lesson and stipulated that at the critical moment of the battle, only the military chief has the highest decision-making power.

At the headquarters, the boss didn't mention this matter, he just arranged three battalion-level instructors for the new second regiment, so Zhou Weihan naturally didn't talk too much.

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission. You can accept this saber, Commander, and treat it as a gift from me." Zhou Weihan said with a smile.

"Okay, I hope you will give me more meeting gifts like this in the future. Correspondent, take Captain Zhou to the camp of the new second regiment."

The words are divided into two parts.

"Ah-ah-sneeze!" Li Daben, who was locked in the confinement room, suddenly sneezed for a long time.

He rubbed his nose, with a normal face, looking around the confinement room converted from a warehouse.There is a lot of space in the room, there is nothing there, and it is very bright and open, with a few rays of skylight shining down from the dilapidated roof.

The door opened, and the little soldier in charge of guarding carried a jar of millet porridge, and placed a few cornbreads in front of Li Daben, deliberately trying to squeeze him: "Eat it, great hero."

Li Dashen didn't answer his criticism, and asked in a dazed manner, "Hey, let me tell you, what's the noise outside? My ears are deafened by the cannon, so I can't hear clearly."

In the courtyard outside, a few soldiers were blocking the emotional sweet potatoes and cheering them up, and the crowd was shouting and shouting.

"Li is very capable! Come out for me!"

"Come out! What is the order from above, it is obviously that you are falsely preaching the imperial decree!"

"That's right, let us take the lives of several brothers, come out and pay for it!" "Pay for your life! Pay for your life"

The little soldier curled his lips, and said to Li Daben: "They all came to ask you to ask questions." "What?"

"I'm looking for you to settle the score!" The little soldier shouted loudly.

"I didn't make a mistake, why do you want me?"

"You, just stay here and wait for the commander's opinion. If you walk out of this door now, they will tear it up and rot it!"

A strange expression appeared on Li Daben's face, and it only appeared for a moment before returning to his original indifferent expression.He grabbed a cornbread and put it in his mouth.

"Don't patronize yourself," the little soldier pointed inward with his hand, "send it to the one inside too.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out, and the door closed with a bang.

Li Daben looked into the corner, and saw a man in military uniform sitting in the dark, with his back to him, unable to see his face, only a big bald head, motionless like a monk.

Li Daben was in high spirits, and walked over lightly with his cornbread in his pocket.

　I signed the contract yesterday, so I was really caught off guard. This is the second update, and there should be more in the early morning.

　　It's almost too much, and the curtain is about to open.The handicapped party asks for support, don't say anything, hurry up and type.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)