The country is broken

Not long after the snow in January melted, several condolence and propaganda teams from the Kuomintang-controlled area came to the Jizhong area earlier than originally planned. The car was sent all the way to the 12th district.

Escorted by a platoon of soldiers from the Second Battalion, more than [-] contingents of sympathy and propaganda teams brought more than a dozen bullock carts to Shijing Village, making this usually unremarkable small village lively.

The 12th district team stationed in Shijing Village did not neglect at all. Chen Jiayao led three rows of soldiers to beat gongs and drums at the entrance of the village to warmly welcome the arrival of the condolences propaganda team. Kind of lively.

Under the escort of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, they crossed the Japanese blockade and came to the base area. When they saw the well-arranged houses in Shijing Village, their somewhat tired faces immediately showed excitement. This is The Eighth Route Army Anti-Japanese Base Area in North China, where the Japanese army fought tenaciously, from the way here, the towering bunkers, the Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth, the railway lines patrolled by armored vehicles, and the dense barbed wire fence, it is almost hard to imagine how the team they want to condolence is like. Survived under heavy raids and blockades by the Japanese army.

The condolence propaganda team members sitting on the bullock cart jumped out of the cart one after another, and one of them, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a fur suit, stood in front of the team and greeted Chen Jiayao, who was the leader among the support staff: "My lord, Zhang Cai, is the sixth condolence officer." The leader of the team." He is satisfied with the welcome of the garrison in this village, at least the strange military uniforms covered with spots on these soldiers are still neat, and the bayonets on the brand-new [-] guns are shining coldly. This force is elite. [

"Hello! Mr. Zhang! I am Chen Jiayao, the third platoon leader of the 12th district team! Welcome to come." Chen Jiayao gave a military salute, and extended her hand to shake hands with the other party. Yes, the 12th district team sent the women's volleyball leader to come forward to receive it, and it was relatively easy to establish communication.

In the midst of the greetings with Mr. Zhang, the neighboring team of the condolences propaganda team, Chen Jiayao turned her face and said as if ordering her subordinates: "You! Bring someone to help them settle down!" Let it go for nothing.

"Yes!" Under Chen Jiayao's coercion, Li Wei honestly pretended to be his grandson, and led the soldiers in the third and fourth rows to hand over to the regimental soldiers who escorted the condolences propaganda team.

Looking at the few members of the team who care about demeanor rather than temperature, and who are wearing high heels, they look like college student sisters, there are team members who look like businessmen in thick satin cotton jackets, and there are people who look like two devils in suits and coats.There were all kinds of people, excitedly yelling at the propaganda team members, Li Wei was a little dumbfounded, "This is a tourist group for sightseeing." In his impression, it can be filled with more than a dozen carts Big and small boxes only appear when the tour group brings their families with them.

"Hey! Soldiers, hurry up and help me!" A female student from the condolence propaganda team shouted dissatisfiedly at Li Wei. Unfortunately, she stepped into a mud puddle and immediately stuck her shoes, black and sticky. The sloppy mud made her reach out to pull out the shoes, and it didn't mean that she hugged her legs to get out of the stuck shoes.Reach out for fear of getting your hands dirty.If you don't stretch out your hands, your feet will get stuck in it, so you can't just jump around with your bare feet.

There are no urbanized stone roads and bricks in the rural areas of central Hebei.As soon as it rains and snow melts, it turns into a pure muddy road. If you walk a little harder, the mud thrown up by your feet can fly up to half a sky high. This female college student is trapped in a small mud pit, it is really love Excuse me.

Li Wei sighed heavily again from the bottom of his heart, resisting the desire to caress his forehead and sigh, and walked over obediently without saying anything.

"Soldier, hurry up. My aunt is about to lose her footing." The female college student was clearly dissatisfied with Li Wei's leisurely walk.

Li Wei pretended not to hear, walked over, gently held the female college student's shoe, lifted it up, lifted the female college student's foot that was stuck in the mud, and wiped the mud off the shoe casually.

"Okay, it's none of your business, come and help me move things!" The female college student felt that Li Wei was holding her jade feet, as if they would be stained.He hurriedly pulled his feet back without even saying a word of thanks.

"..." Li Wei was still talking. In front of the condolence propaganda team members, he made up his mind to use only one trick: pretend to be stupid!Even his face and skin were smeared with a layer of dust, just like ordinary rural soldiers, and he was determined to get rid of his bad reputation as a scourge.

Li Wei looks like a simple, honest and reticent ordinary soldier. He honestly grabbed a lump of unmelted snow from nearby and rubbed it on his hands a few times. The box is like being dragged to do the hard work. Chen Jiayao, the eldest sister, really can't afford to offend. As the saying goes, a soft knife kills without blood. up.

The soldiers who followed Li Wei all had expressions of wanting to be happy but not daring to be happy.

Before the condolence propaganda team settled down, a dozen of them came to the base area for the first time, and the extremely curious and excited team members began to toss around the whole village.

This condolence team is not for nothing, they start to organize in the village whenever they have free time, they sing poems, sing, and dance. A crowd of villagers and soldiers watched, making the village very lively, as if it was a New Year's Eve.

Every soldier was hung with a little red flower and got a small gift.Li Wei unwrapped the condolences with some dumbfounding, and opened the paper bag to see a small wooden frame with a small mirror, a small comb, and a pack of cigarettes.

Touching his flat-inch hair, the comb seemed to be useful, Li Wei's forehead immediately dripped with cold sweat, things for girls, what does a big man need a comb for? !The small mirror is mostly used to dazzle people's eyes, take some time to pass along to that little girl Lin Xinyu, so as not to always look resentful, as if he has become a heartless person, Li Wei does not want to take another blame .

Before Li Wei could figure out what to do with the cigarettes, he was caught by a few old smokers in the company, snatched Sayazi and ran away, the action was so fast that even Li Wei sighed.

"Weizi, you don't smoke anyway, so you're a communist!" A few old smokers were catching up with the landlord's house for the New Year's Eve, and many of the soldiers' cigarettes were swept away. It can be regarded as the great liberation of the working people. [

"Day!~" Li Wei raised his middle finger at those veterans.

Before taking a breath, Li Wei saw a few poor soldiers being pulled into various poses by people from the condolences and propaganda team, each showing the image of a hero of the War of Resistance Against Japan, one by the camera The guy jumped up and down and patted, magnesium flashes flickered wildly, Li Wei secretly crossed himself on his chest, thinking from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't see me, couldn't see me, dead friends don't die poor people, and the wind pulled against the wall call.

To entertain these condolence propaganda teams who came from thousands of miles away, the 12th district team that started out by robbing devils hosted a very rich dinner, Japanese sake, sorghum burnt, various canned food, and local specialties, all made the condolence propaganda team members We feel that the small life here in the base area is also quite nourishing.But having said that, in the entire 12th division, only the 12th district team did a few big votes in the second half of last year, and their family background is quite rich. This is also the intention of the leaders of the third regiment to arrange the sympathy promotion team to the 12th district team's site. The [-]th district team is almost the team in the lower level that can hold up the appearance the most.

"Who the hell took out the flag, take it back quickly!" Li Weihu scolded a few soldiers with awe-inspiring expressions, and the machine guns in the devil's watchtower not far away were shooting all around. The stronghold was used by the district captain Wang Bao as a model for the condolence propagandists from the rear of the Kuomintang-controlled area to conduct an actual battle on the spot.

They were standing right behind a small slope, and most of the soldiers surrounded the stronghold in an impenetrable manner. It was a complete formation of more people bullying fewer people.

"Platoon, platoon leader! Yes, Miss He asked us to take it out." A soldier shrank his neck and returned in a low voice. Miss He was the female student who got her foot stuck in a small mud puddle and asked Li Wei to help pull out her shoe.

"Damn, she's the platoon leader, or I'm the platoon leader. You can do whatever she says!? She asked you to take the explosives to bomb the company headquarters. Are you going?!" The pretty chick in the team was kicked far away by the fainted soldier, and the other soldiers were silent.

"You, what are you doing? You stinky soldier, why did you beat someone?!" A soft shout came from not far away, voicing grievances for the soldier who was kicked a few meters away.

A female student in the condolence propaganda team angrily helped up the soldier who was kicked to the ground by Li Wei, and said to Li Wei with a frosty face: "It's amazing to be an official, there is something coming towards me, the banner is my Yes, the banner is the soul of a team, without a banner, it is a mess! We have worked so hard to come here, just to bring back your fighting heroism to the common people behind, this is for art."

The soldier who was kicked down was approached by the female student's femininity, and the fragrance of his body, which was as fragrant as orchid, had to be drilled into his nostrils all the time. How could a soldier who was born as a simple and honest farmer who didn't even have a wife experience such a thing? When a man and a woman touched each other, his face was ashamed like a monkey's ass. He even said he was fine, and when he stood up straight, he immediately dodged to the side as if he had been touched by electricity. Li Wei's kick also saved strength, and it didn't hurt anywhere.

Li Wei was almost stunned by the female student's unreasonable reasoning. He raised his eyebrows and said without any sympathy: "You know what, the flag is the most conspicuous on the battlefield, but the soldiers holding the flag have no fighting power. You want my soldiers Is the sacrifice in vain?!"