Chapter 545

The lives of these people are all tied to Li Wei's mouth. Now it is a wartime policy. Whether to kill or stay, listen to Li Wei's gentle words.

"Save it! The militia brought the horse back to transform. Leave what can be used, and give some travel expenses if they can't be used!" Li Wei felt soft after all. As the saying goes, people's ideas at this time were still good iron without nailing, good men did not join the army, and those who were involved in the puppet army suffered from hardships. No matter which ruling class in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China did not pay attention to basic education for the whole country, and implemented the policy of fooling the people unchanged, which made many people only know how to make a living and maintain their livelihoods. They lacked the national spirit and became numb and insensitive. Otherwise, how could they be slaughtered by pigs and sheep? Three hundred thousand were slaughtered in Nanjing at one time. If those who were slaughtered by the Japanese could unite and resist at the beginning, they would be bullied by a small island country.

"Yes!" Fan Guowen was surprised that Li Wei did not issue a killing order. You must know that the boss has always been ruthless towards traitors and traitors. If he opened the net, it would be impossible to hit the west side like the sun.

Fan Guowen couldn't help but recall it. Fortunately, the sun rose from the east this morning as usual.

"Winter is here!" Li Wei stood up in the snow, walked to the fire, and reached out to feel the enthusiasm of the flames. "Is spring far away?"

Almost everyone did not understand Li Wei's words that contained unknown meaning and unfathomable.

In the evening, in the wilderness, Li Wei ordered a camp to be set up. The soldiers of the district team led the puppet troops to shovel the snow on the spot, stacked snow walls to block the cold wind, and the large pile of firewood collected by others set up bonfires in the wild.

He had just annihilated two Japanese squadrons and then arranged another puppet army squadron. I was afraid that the Japanese in Hejian would go crazy and look for them to fight to the decisive battle. Li Wei did not dare to enter any village at this time to avoid causing unintentional disasters to the people.

Since the rebellion at the last minute, the puppet soldiers had no way out. After years of publicity from the armed forces and guerrillas, they simply followed the district team to fight against Japan. They gave the district team a meat and vegetable dinner from the district team soldiers. The puppet soldiers couldn't help but look a little straight. Is this the local Eighth Route Army? Each person has a bowl of Hu spicy soup, a layer of tempting red oil floating on the bowl of noodles, and the white flour buns in their hands were accompanied by pickles and large pieces of meat, and even a poached egg. The Japanese only had two sour rice balls at most. Compared with the ones in front of them, they were simply a waste. Oh my God! These Eighth Route Army foods are too extravagant. I heard from those who distribute the food that it seems to be called a hamburger, which is often eaten by foreigners, and it is said that it is in line with the international community. The local Eighth Route Army really can't see any of the local Eighth Route Army. The new terms are one after another, making the puppet soldiers unable to keep up.

While enjoying this strange food that I had never seen before, some puppet soldiers looked curiously at these Eighth Route Army soldiers. Except for most of the soldiers wearing light gray uniforms, some of them looked a little out of the crowd. Although their uniforms were gray, they were gray and white, which looked a bit dazzling. However, the puppet soldiers could recognize that those wearing these special military uniforms were particularly eye-catching in the daytime battle, and their combat power was surprisingly strong. If one was replaced with two Japanese soldiers, they would not necessarily lose.

At the disadvantage, killing the Japanese soldiers is more neat and insidious than the other Eighth Route Army. Although the number of people accounts for only one-third of the total number of these Eighth Route Army members, more than half of the Japanese killed them. After the battle, these people were not even injured. The commanders in special military uniforms seemed to be the guy who was wielding long as they assassinating people and cutting them up. They were so fierce that they kept chopping them up. Thinking about this, the skin on the back of their necks was blown up. This was not a human being, it was clearly an evil ghost from hell.

However, no puppet army thought that this evil ghost-like guy was the one who controlled their destiny after the battle, and life and death were only separated by a layer of thin paper. If they heard Li Wei's judgment on their destiny, they would probably cry and shout to give him the tablet of immortality.

Beside the red bonfire, the puppet army squadron was deliberately disbanded and mixed in the organization of soldiers from various districts. Listening to the soldiers singing in high spirits around the fire, celebrating the victory during the day. Driven by such a warm atmosphere, the puppet army couldn't help but echo. In the resonance of the musical feelings, the barrier of identity disappeared, as if they had become a member of the Eighth Route Army.

In the poor combat life of amateur entertainment, the soldiers did not give up any spiritual activities, and enjoyed it, under the leadership of the platoon leader, and kept singing the songs they could sing repeatedly.

"The big knife cuts the heads of the Japanese", "The Volunteer March", "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", the chorus over and over again is not only to inspire morale and fighting spirit, but the tacit understanding of the teamwork is getting deeper and deeper.

The rosters are not only singing choruses, but also singing infightingly, comparing whose singing is more passionate and rhythmic. Invisibly, the district team and the roster are all secretly competing in the singing. Some are responsible for the high notes, some are responsible for the bass, harmony, several choruses, and beat the beats. The simple revolutionary songs are singed in a variety of ways.

In a word, collective wisdom is infinite.

"Comrades! Comrades! Stop, please stop first." Weng Tonghu, the instructor of the 4th Company of the 12th District Team, ran over from the dripping radio station with a look of joy.

The platoon leaders made a stop at the same time, and the singing stopped neatly in an instant. Many puppet soldiers were humming selflessly. They suddenly realized that there was no singing around them. Their gong-like voice seemed particularly abrupt, and it was difficult to fill in the numbers. They hurriedly covered their mouths, and their old face turned red, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

The puppet army squadron leader was beating wildly. What a neat tacit understanding. The elites were all elites. Fortunately, they did not make trouble, otherwise they would have to be buried together today. The puppet army squadron leader had a little bit of gratitude.

All eyes were focused on Weng Tonghu, who interrupted the collective singing. His face was filled with joy and passion, and he looked around and said loudly: "There is good news! Haha, it's good news!"

Everyone was wondering, is the news worth being so happy?!

Reward military merits?! There are only two Japanese squadrons that cannot be used as a prestigious Japanese squadron and a bunch of strongholds without much fuel?! The superiors will not be able to lose sight of this level!

Award equipment and supplies?! Where can I get it from in the cold weather?! The transportation of ice and snow is still a problem.

Is there any big shot to come to inspect?! I really can't think of such a broken place, the Japanese soldiers are so weak that they are not a big deal, so what is worth checking with the adults?

As everyone's expectations were made, Weng Tonghu revealed the answer: "Our 12th District Team, Comrade Kang Yang, the first company commander! Getting engaged!"

In an instant, there was a few seconds of silent sound, and cheers and applause immediately sounded! Whether it was the 12th District Team, or the other 9th District Team, the 10th District Team, and the 14th District Team and other soldiers of the 10th District Team.

In this year of war, life and death are not allowed to be self-reliant. The people who participated in the anti-Japanese war thought they were dead at the moment when they picked up the gun, and completely dedicated their meager life to the country and nation. Every time they went to the battlefield, no one could guarantee that they would survive. In the face of sharp guns and cannons, human life is insignificant. A man who has worked hard for decades can turn it into a pile of unconscious flesh and blood.

It takes so much courage to be able to risk becoming a widow at any time and willingly follow a soldier man who will sacrifice at any time. He needs to be prepared to accept his lover's death and take on the burden of life alone!

In this year, people were still influenced by feudal society in secular concepts.

It is difficult to be a soldier! It is even more difficult to marry a wife when you are a soldier! It is even more difficult for those who are a soldier to marry a good wife!

This is indeed a major event, and all the soldiers think so. Although it is just a engagement, in everyone's eyes, there is no difference between holding a formal wedding. Holding a wine and having a banquet is just a form of walking. The country has not been restored and the revenge has not been avenged. The formal wedding date must be delayed to a slightly more stable day. The engagement is also a formal explanation from Company Commander Kang to the woman.

Everyone sincerely wishes Comrade Kang Yang, the first company commander of the 12th District Team for this news that is even more important than victory in the battle.

"Who is the good person of Company Commander Kang? Let me tell me about it, comrades from District 12!" Several soldiers from other district teams who had good things started to coax.

"Then you need to say that the most concentrated place for beauties in the 12th District Team is the health team, and they must be the beauty of the health team!" A well-informed soldier began to disclose gossip. It seems that no matter what era people are, gossip will never be without them.

"Wow, that's a beauty concentration camp! Oh my God! No wonder the brothers in the 12th District Team are so powerful. Those who are not injured are leading the military, and those who are injured are enjoying the service of beautiful women!" The guy who is afraid of the world will be in chaos began to scream and mislead his mind.

"So that's it!" A group of big men agreed, and they were more and more ugly.

The red flames, the cold wind, the scattered snow powder and the dark night could not stop the enthusiasm of the gossipers.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense!" Weng Tonghu pretended to be angry, but these veterans did not sell the bill and still joked with kindness. Weng Tonghu snapped his fingers and officially clarified the rumors: "Company Commander Kang is indeed a lesbian in our health team. I believe that our comrades in our 12th District Team are also very familiar with them. They are Comrade Yang Ni, who has always performed well in his work and is serious and responsible!"
Chapter completed!