The journey to the heavens starts from the underground station

Chapter 214 It was a good time to come

"Yes!"

Sun Desheng tidied up his clothes and walked to the camp headquarters of the 358 regiment in good spirits.

Snapped!Snapped!
Although he could see the soldiers of 358 waiting and watching from the crack of the door, Sun Desheng still patted the door.

"Brothers of the 358th regiment, the stew is ready! Come out to eat!"

As soon as the words fell, all the soldiers inside the door looked back at the two battalion commanders in unison.

When people are hungry, all they think about is to fill their stomachs, and they don’t care about anything else, but these soldiers can still hold back their hunger and wait for the command of the battalion commander. It can be seen that the 358th regiment is different from ordinary soldiers. Guo Jun, Chu Yunfei is good at leading troops.

"Old Liang, what should I say?"

Wu Ziqiang gulped his saliva, and asked Liang Guoping with his heart moved.

He was also hungry. As the battalion commander, he had to lead by example at this juncture. He also didn't eat two meals, and his stomach was growling.

"Look at what I'm doing, Balu doesn't know what's going to happen again, hum!" Liang Guoping calmly snorted, "But we can't just watch our brothers starve to death, can we?"

Eight roads cut off the food, and now he is delivering meals to himself. Although he also knows that eight roads play like this, there are ghosts, but he can't figure out why. Eight roads can't poison the food, can they?They just ate it too!
The piles of soldiers in front of him looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to speak, Wu Ziqiang gritted his teeth, what the heck, the sky is big, and the stomach is the biggest!
"Have a meal!"

boom!
The soldiers became agitated in an instant, and the originally depressing atmosphere was swept away. One by one, they ran back to the barracks, brought out their lunch boxes, and rushed out.

"What are you panicking about! What are you panicking about!"

Wu Ziqiang stepped in front of the door, opened his arms, and shouted: "Look at you one by one, how decent are you! Do you still look like a soldier! Don't let Balu see the joke, line up, one by one Come!"

Although the soldiers were restless, they were about to eat, and they had a certainty in mind, so they all obeyed the command of the officer and formed five long lines.

The gate opened, Wu Ziqiang waved his hand, and the soldiers of the 358 regiment came out in line.

"Five lines? Hehe, what a coincidence! Over there, there are just five cauldrons left for you. Brothers of the 358th Regiment, don't be too polite, they are all friendly troops!" Sun Desheng led the soldiers of the 358th Regiment to go up before dinner.

Not long after, all the soldiers' lunch boxes were filled with cabbage stew, and no one even gave out two mixed noodles, which were exactly the same as what the soldiers of the independent regiment ate.

These soldiers didn't go back either, and when they got the food, they couldn't wait to find a place to squat or sit nearby, and eagerly licked it into their mouths.

Wu Ziqiang and Liang Guoping also had full lunch boxes in their hands. Wu Ziqiang opened his mouth and wanted to drive his soldiers back to the garrison for dinner, but he didn't say anything after all.

He understood that at this juncture, his orders might not be easy to use.

Before the meal arrived, I asked them to line up and line up, but now that the meal was received, these soldiers who were hungry for two meals were full of thoughts about filling their stomachs at the first time, and they didn't care about anything else.

When people first starve, it is the most uncomfortable. At this time, their endurance is the worst, and they are also emotionally restless. For thousands of people, a little trouble can easily lead to major troubles; After two days, I got used to it, and the situation was much better.

The soldiers of the 358th regiment were eating here, and the soldiers of the independent regiment who were full had already started to work.

On this street, the soldiers brought several carts with boxes, wooden poles, and other things on the carts. The soldiers unloaded these. On the street, hundreds of soldiers were busy working together. A stage was quickly set up.

"What is Eight Road doing?"

Wu Ziqiang and Liang Guoping each had a bowl of food, and sat on the steps in front of their own camp department, sucking it into their mouths, looking at Balu who tied the table, and asked strangely.

Liang Guoping didn't take it seriously at all: "Then who knows, it might be about singing or something. Look, the people in Dagu Town have come to watch the fun."

Indeed, the people in Dagu Town have already noticed what happened here, and slowly gathered around.

These soldiers from the 358th Regiment have just arrived and don't know what the Eighth Route is going to do, but Dagu Town has always been the site of the Independent Regiment, and the people living in the town have seen these things long ago. The show is about to begin!

The independent group art team was established last year. It was Zhao Gang who found some literary cadres from the group headquarters, and borrowed a few literary people from the [-]th division to pull the team together.

The purpose is to perform for the soldiers and the common people in the base areas, and enrich their spiritual life. Of course, these actors are only part-time jobs, and they are usually busy with their own business.

Li Yu urgently transferred this art team to Dagu Town last night.

After the stage was set up, Li Yu came onto the stage with a tin horn, and the soldiers and ordinary people of the independent regiment also gathered together, sitting on the ground, waiting for the performance to start.

The soldiers of the 358th regiment had never seen this before. Those who were bold enough asked the people from the Eighth Route to know that this was a performance.

So I quickly finished the meal, hurried back to put down the lunch box, and hurried back again, gathering in a pile with great interest, waiting to watch the performance.

Wu Ziqiang and Liang Guoping didn't stop the behavior of the soldiers under them. Anyway, the two battalions were locked up by the Eight Route Army, and they were idle too. Instead of letting the soldiers get together and make trouble in the barracks, it would be better to come out to have a lively scene.

"Comrades, folks, and friendly soldiers from the 358th regiment over there, good morning... good morning!"

Li Yu looked amiable with a smile on his face.

"Have all the fellow villagers eaten? Have you ever eaten? There are leftover meals over there. You can go and get some by yourself. The dishes are not good, so don't be disgusted with them."

"As for me, I don't want to be long-winded anymore. Presumably everyone is not waiting to see me."

Everyone in the audience laughed.

"Next, let's invite the comrades of our independent cultural team to present a wonderful drama to everyone, White Haired Girl, everyone applauds and welcomes you!"

Whoa!
The audience cheered and applauded for a long time, and even Wu Ziqiang and Liang Guoping applauded involuntarily.

The gongs and drums sounded, and the drama began.

On the stage, the colleagues of the art team played the characters vividly, Yang Bailao, Xi'er, Huang Shiren... As the plot progressed, many people couldn't help but shed tears.

"It seems that the effect is good, Chief of Staff, your trick is really amazing!"

After Li Yu stepped back from the stage, he didn't go to the theater, but called a few instructors to hide on the side to observe the reaction of the soldiers of the 358 regiment.

"Chief of Staff, to be honest, your play is really well written! The little Chen who played Huang Shiren was beaten up last time, and he is not wronged!"

"Then let's take care of it this time. The soldiers all carry guns around them. Don't make any accidents. There is also the 358th regiment. We should also take care of it." Li Yu was a little embarrassed and asked.

The opera "The White-haired Girl" was "written" by Li Yu based on the story of the white-haired fairy that was spread in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei area, and taught to the comrades of the art team-this is the obvious statement.

Of course, this opera was actually copied by Li Yu. In the orthodox history, the white-haired girl became a play in 45 years, which is next year, but the independent troupe is not engaged in art teams. For the few times in this play, I can remember the lines and vocals pretty well, so I copied it out by myself.

This opera was only performed once in Zhaojiayu, and people from all over the world came to watch it. Xiao Chen, who played Huang Shiren, was beaten by soldiers on the spot. After the performance, those who signed up to join the army really broke through the threshold of the regiment department .

Most of the ordinary soldiers of the 358th Regiment also came from hard backgrounds, and some were even recruited by force. This drama will definitely touch them deeply.

Playing this play out to the soldiers of the 358th Regiment, Li Yu is absolutely "his heart can be punished".

Time passed by, and on the stage, the opera was drawing to a close.

Under the stage, the soldiers of the 358th regiment burst into tears, clenched their fists, and gritted their teeth.

At this moment, suddenly, someone yelled, "Down with Huang Shiren!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone under the stage immediately shouted, including the soldiers of the 358th regiment, and even shouted the slogan "Down with the bully landlord".

The shouts came one after another, and Li Yu had to play temporarily, and then he controlled the situation.

The performance continued, and not long after, Eighth Road entered the stage, Huang Shiren and Mu Renzhi were arrested and tried, Xier went down the mountain, and followed Dachun to participate in Eighth Road... The sound of gongs and drums stopped, the performance ended, the actors called their curtains, audience, applause It rings again and lasts forever.

Obviously, everyone in the audience, especially the soldiers of the 358th regiment, was full of ideas.

But the performance was over, and there would be no encore; however, the stage was not demolished, and the instructor of the Eighth Battalion led a soldier onto the stage.

First he introduced himself, and then he pulled him to the side and began to introduce his life experience.

It was also oppressed by its master, it was also desperate, and it also participated in the Eighth Route. Then, just like in the play of the White Haired Girl, the troops came, beat the local tyrants, divided the land, and the people in the hometown lived a good life...

"But! On the land of China, there are still tens of thousands of ordinary people who are being oppressed by bully landlords!"

On the stage, the soldiers complained tearfully, but the soldiers of the Independent Regiment felt the same way, and the soldiers of the 358 Regiment also touched their tears one by one.

The warrior who has finished accusing himself of his life experience is led down by the trainer, and won the trainer to appear on the stage. He has no one with him, and he himself is an example...

Li Yu hid in the corner, smiling maliciously, and the white-haired girl joined the complaint meeting, I don't believe that I can't seduce the soldiers of the 358th regiment!
Of course, Li Yu didn't expect to be able to lure these two battalions over. After all, there are company commanders and battalion commanders in charge of them. Li Yu's purpose is to get some artillery over.

Artillery is a technical arm, and those without talent really can't do it. The artillery battalion of the independent regiment is short of artillery!Wang Chengzhu repeated it more than once!

When the meeting was over, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The independent regiment was very generous and sent the soldiers of the 358th regiment another meal of dry food and asked them to take it home to eat.

In the evening, Wu Ziqiang and Liang Guoping sat on the roof, looking at the sunset in the sky.

"Old Liang, I don't feel right. Usually, the barracks are noisy, but today, it's eerily quiet. Our soldiers went back to the barracks with their heads bowed when they came back. It's so strange."

Liang Guoping rested his chin on his hand, staring at the sunset obsessively, thinking about something, and didn't speak.

The next day, it was early in the morning again, and another cauldron was set up at the gate of the artillery battalion of the 358st Battalion of the [-]th Regiment.

Pickled vegetable lump egg soup, cornmeal pancakes, and the soldiers of the 358th regiment who had been hungry all night came out of the station one by one and lined up to eat. However, the eyes they looked at the soldiers of the independent regiment had changed from strangeness to affection.

The stage was not demolished yesterday, and shortly after the meal, comrades from the art team came again.

Today is the Peking Opera "Tears of the Seventh Night", which is also the story of the landlord who divides the land and joins the army...

At the end of the performance, two instructors came on stage one by one. While remembering the bitterness, they also included a lot of policies of the base area...

However, unlike yesterday, today the soldiers of the Independence Regiment and the soldiers of the 358th Regiment are mixed.

The same two regiments stationed in Northwest Shanxi, many of the soldiers are locals, even from the same village, with relatives.

Last night, Li Yu held a meeting for these soldiers who had fellow soldiers in the 358 regiment...

The same evening, the same roof, the setting sun.

"Old Liang, the soldiers are collaborating in private. I think something big is not good!" Wu Ziqiang was restless, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

This afternoon, after returning from watching the play, Wu Ziqiang discovered that some soldiers were running around in the barracks and entered the rooms of another row. To inquire, I only sent my own guard platoon leader to inquire, but the guard platoon leader didn't find out anything.

"I don't know what the hell the independent group is doing! It's very weird! But, fortunately, tomorrow, we will leave this ghost place!" Wu Ziqiang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a telegram from his pocket to hand it to Liang Guoping: "The group's telegram, he has already negotiated with the independent group, and they will make a way for us to withdraw from Dagu Town."

"Also, a truckload of food will arrive early tomorrow morning, and finally we don't have to eat the meals of the independent group! Anyway, this group of eight roads is very weird, it's better to avoid contamination."

At the same time, Li Yu also received an order from Li Yunlong to get out of the way and let the 358 regiment leave.

"Hehe, the seeds have been planted, and sooner or later they will germinate. However, I just don't know if the first batch of new sprouts will emerge tomorrow."

"Chief of Staff, I feel that there is absolutely no problem! Your move is too damaging... No, it's too clever!"

At dawn the next day, a cart full of grain entered Dagu Town and pulled into two camps.

Wu Ziqiang let the wake-up call sounded in advance, and ordered the soldiers of the first battalion to pack up and leave Dagu Town after breakfast.

After finishing all this, Wu Ziqiang knocked on the door of Liang Guoping's room. He was going to inform Liang Guoping to order that the brothers in the artillery camp also pack their bags.

"Old Liang, what are you doing... cough cough!"

As soon as he entered the door, Wu Ziqiang noticed something was wrong. The room was smoky and choking, and the floor was full of cigarette butts. Liang Guoping was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair was messed up, his face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his military uniform was loose. , with a cigarette in his hand.

Wu Ziqiang quickly opened the doors and windows to ventilate.

"Old Liang, let the soldiers of your artillery battalion clean up quickly. The command of the regiment is to set off immediately after breakfast, and arrive at Heyuan County before noon tomorrow." Wu Ziqiang also sighed: "The regiment has transported a carload of grain. Come here, and finally you don’t have to eat Balu’s food anymore.”

Liang Guoping didn't respond, Wu Ziqiang pushed him again.

"Hey, Old Liang! Old Liang! I'm talking to you! Can you give me some feedback?"

Liang Guoping narrowed his eyes, raised his eyes to take a deep look at Wu Ziqiang, pursed his lips, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stomped it out with all his strength, his eyes reappeared with a strange brilliance, and looked at Wu Ziqiang with a half-smile.

"Old Wu, why do I think Balu's food is so delicious? Sigh, I haven't eaten enough!"

(End of this chapter)