Chapter 313

Not long after the snow melted in January, several condolence propaganda teams from the Kuomintang-controlled area arrived in the central Hebei region earlier than originally planned. As if they were rushing to throw their bags and sending them to the plague god, the Third Regiment Army just received the person and sent them to the 12th District with a ox cart.

Under the escort of a platoon of troops from the Second Battalion, more than 30 teams of condolence propaganda teams brought more than a dozen ox carts to Shijing Village, making this usually inconspicuous small village suddenly lively.

The 12th District Team stationed in Shijing Village did not neglect at all. Chen Jiayao led the three-row soldiers to beat drums and drums at the entrance of the village to warmly welcome the arrival of the propaganda team. The crackling firecrackers immediately rang at the entrance of the village, adding a bit of fun to Shijing Village.

Under the escort of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, they crossed the Japanese blockade line and came to the base area to express their excitement when they saw the scattered houses in Ishii Village. This was the Eighth Route Army anti-Japanese base area where North China fought tenaciously with the Japanese army. From the way here, there were towering bunkers, Japanese soldiers armed to teeth, railway lines patrolled by armored vehicles, and dense wire mesh. It was almost hard to imagine how the team they were going to visit survived the heavy sweeping and blockade of Japanese troops.

The condolence propaganda team members sitting on the ox cart jumped out of the car. One of them was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and fur, standing in front of the team, facing Chen Jiayao, who was led by the responders: "I, Zhang Cai, is the leader of the sixth condolence team." He was still satisfied with the welcome lineup of the garrison in this village. At least these soldiers were covered with strange military uniforms, and the bayonets on the brand new 38 guns flashed with cold light, all of which showed that the troops were elite.

"Hello! Mr. Zhang! I am Chen Jiayao, the platoon leader of the third platoon of the 12th District Team! Welcome your arrival." Chen Jiayao saluted a military salute and reached out to shake hands with the other party. He called Mr. Zhang a relatively popular one. Comrade, it would be easier for the 12th District Team to send the women's volleyball leader to come forward to receive the reception.

While talking to Mr. Zhang, the neighbor of the propaganda team, Chen Jiayao turned her face and said as if she was instructing her subordinates: "You! Take someone to help them settle down!" Li Wei, a first-class and powerful laborer, had no hope of letting go of Li Wei.

"Yes!" Under Chen Jiayao's tyranny, Li Wei honestly pretended to be a grandson, and handed over the soldiers from the third and fourth rows of soldiers with the regiment headquarters escorting the condolence propaganda team.

Seeing the team's sisters who were kind and not warm, wearing high heels, looked like college students, and team members who were wearing thick satin cotton jackets, and people who looked like businessmen in suits and coats, all kinds of people were there, and people who were shouting excitedly to express their condolences to the propaganda team members, Li Wei was a little stunned, "This is a tour group to visit." In his impression, he could use more than a dozen large trucks to fill the box with large boxes, which could only appear in the tour group to carry their homes and eloquences.

"Hey! Soldiers, why don't you come and help me!" A female student from the condolence propaganda team shouted at Li Wei dissatisfied. She unfortunately stepped into a mud pit and immediately stuck her shoes. It was dark and stuck to the mud. She asked her to stretch out her hands to pull her shoes, and she was lifted from the stuck shoes with her legs. She was afraid that her hands would be dirty. If she didn't reach out, her feet would be stuck in it. She wouldn't jump barefoot everywhere.

There are no urban stone roads and bricks in the rural areas of Hebei. When it rains and snows, it becomes a whole mud path. When walking harder, the mud on your feet can fly up for half a day. It is understandable that this female college student was trapped in a small mud pit.

Li Wei sighed heavily in his heart again, resisting the desire to touch his forehead and sighed, and said nothing, and walked over obediently.

"Soldiers, you're going to hurry up, my aunt can't stand any longer." The female college student was obviously dissatisfied with Li Wei's leisurely walking so slowly.

Li Wei walked over as if he didn't hear it, gently held the female college student's shoes, lifted it up, lifted the female college student's feet in the mud, and wiped off the mud on the shoes.

"Okay, it's all right for you. Come and help carry things!" The female college student felt that her jade foot was grabbed by Li Wei, as if she would be defiled. She hurriedly pulled her feet back without even saying thank you.

"..." Li Wei was still speechless. In front of the propaganda team members to express his condolences, he made up his mind to use one move: pretend to be stupid! Even his face and skin were covered with dust, just like ordinary rural soldiers, and he was determined to clear away his bad reputation.

Li Wei looked like a honest and taciturn ordinary soldier. He honestly grabbed the unfinished snow pieces from the neighborhood and rubbed them on his hands a few times. He walked to the cart and carried the deadly boxes with other soldiers, as if he had been dragged into a strong man to do the dull and hard work. Chen Jiayao, the eldest sister, really couldn't afford to offend her. As the saying goes, killing people with a soft knife without blood. In fact, the three rows are much more sinister than the four rows who were secretly touching.

The soldiers who followed Li Wei all looked like they wanted to be happy but didn't dare to be happy.

Before the condolence propaganda team could settle down, more than ten of them came to the base for the first time. The extremely curious and excited team members began to toss and make trouble throughout the village.

This condolence team was not in vain. As soon as they were free, they started to organize in the village. They were singing, singing, and dancing. They were really a kind of condolences to the soldiers, attracting a bunch of villagers and soldiers to watch, making the village lively, like a New Year and the Festival.

Each soldier was hung with a little red flower and received a small gift. Li Wei opened the gift of condolences with a little laugh and crying, and opened it in the paper bag. A small wooden frame was inlaid with a small mirror, a small comb and a pack of cigarettes.

Touching his buzz cut, the comb seemed useless, and cold sweat suddenly dripped from Li Wei's forehead. What a girl uses, what a big man wants to do for a comb?! At most, use a small mirror to shaking his eyes and take time to bring the little girl Lin Xinyu's movie to save her face from being resentful, as if she had become a heartless man. Li Wei didn't want to take the blame any more.

Before Li Wei could think of how to deal with cigarettes, he was caught by several old cigarette guns in the company. He snatched them and ran away. Even Li Wei sighed as if he was too fast.

"Weizi, you don't smoke anyway, just think it's communism!" Several old smokers were catching up with the landlord's family to celebrate the New Year and fight for the autumn wind. Many of the smokers were swept away. This smoke addiction was considered a great liberation for the working people.

"Damn!" Li Wei raised his middle finger at the veterans.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Li Wei saw several pitiful soldiers being pulled by the people from the condolences propaganda team to show various poses, showing the image of heroes of the Anti-Japanese War. A guy who was resistant to the camera was jumping up and down and shooting, the magnesium flash was flashing wildly, Li Wei secretly drew a cross in his chest, thinking in his heart that he could not see the doll, and he was dead, and he was still dying, and he was tightly tugging against the wall.

The reception dinner of the 12th District Team, which started with the robbery of the Japanese, was particularly sumptuous. The Japanese sake, sorghum, various canned foods, and local characteristics made the members of the 12th District Team feel that the base area here is very comfortable. But then again, the 12th District Team in the 11th Division had a few big votes in the second half of last year and had a wealthy family. This is also the intention of the leaders of the 3rd Regiment to arrange the 12th District Team to the 12th District Team. The 12th District Team is almost the best team in the lower-level areas.

"Who the hell took out the flag? Take it back quickly!" Li Wei scolded a few soldiers with a timid expression with a face, and the machine guns in the Japanese watchtower not far away shot around. This unlucky stronghold was used by the district captain Wang Bao as a typical example to give a live action to the propagandists from the rear of the Kuomintang-controlled area.

Their standing was just behind a small slope. Most of the soldiers surrounded this stronghold and were completely a striking battle with more people bullying fewer people.

"Plane, platoon leader! Yes, it was Miss He who asked us to take it out." A soldier shrank his neck and whispered. Miss He was the female student who was stuck in a small mud pit that day and asked Li Wei to help pull his shoes.

"Damn, is she a platoon leader or I, you do whatever she says!? She asked you to use explosives to blow up the company, will you go?!" Li Wei kicked the beautiful girl in the condolence propaganda team and kicked the soldier who was confused by the beautiful girl in the condolence propaganda team, and the other soldiers were silent.

"What are you doing?! You stinking soldier, why should you hit people?!" A whispered shouting from a small place, clamoring for the warrior who was kicked a few meters away.

A female student in the condolence propaganda team angrily helped the soldier who was kicked to the ground by Li Wei. Face Ruohanshuang said to Li Wei: "It's amazing to be an official. I have a kind of way to come for me. The flag is given by me. The flag is the soul of a team. If there is no flag, it is a pile of loose sand! We came here with great difficulty to bring your fighting spirit back to the people in the rear. This is for art."

The soldier who was kicked down was approached by the female student's female aura, and his body fragrance was so fragrant that he kept drilling into his nostrils. The honest and honest soldier who had never even married a wife had experienced such male and female contact. He immediately looked as embarrassed as a monkey's butt, and even said that he was fine. After standing up straight, he immediately flashed to the side as if he was touching electricity. Li Wei also retained his strength and did not hurt him.

Li Wei was almost dizzy by the fallacies of this female student. He raised his eyebrows and said without any mercy: "You know, the flag is the most conspicuous on the battlefield. The soldiers holding the flag have no combat power. Do you want my soldiers to die in vain?!"
Chapter completed!