At the headquarters of the independent regiment, a guard stood solemnly at the gate with a gun in hand. The yard was empty. The rest of the guards and signalmen were crowded in the small political department, learning to write from Su. In the main hall, the door was open, and Ding Deyi sat alone behind the table, quietly watching the sunlight fall into the yard.
The independent regiment had been struggling and drifting all the time. Now that the enemy's encirclement and suppression had come to an end and the food crisis had been resolved, it was finally a good time to recuperate. Ding Deyi was very relieved that the big troubles were gone, but small troubles began to emerge one by one.
Knowing that the Third Company was behind, with people pushing and carrying ten carts of food, Gao Yidao not only did not send anyone to help, but deliberately slowed down his speed to avoid the order to return to help. Therefore, the conflict between Gao Yidao and Hao Ping, and the conflict between the Second Company and the Third Company, escalated to a higher level. Afterwards, Hao Ping came to the political commissar to complain, angrily accusing Gao Yidao of shameful behavior and not being worthy of being a company commander; Gao Yidao shamelessly argued that there were too many wounded soldiers and they needed to slow down to recuperate.
Ding Deyi knew very well that the 2nd and 3rd companies disliked each other, and this was not a one-day thing. The resentment had been accumulated for a long time, and it was entirely caused by the personality differences between Gao Yidao and Hao Ping. Gao Yidao was arrogant, and Hao Ping liked to show off. There were a total of three companies in the regiment, and the commander of the first company, Wu Yan, was a low-key person, so it would be strange if the 2nd and 3rd companies could like each other.
This time, it was because Gao Yidao was dissatisfied with Hao Ping's ability to achieve a great result with little effort, and was dissatisfied with Hao Ping's ability to tie with the Second Company without firing a single shot. He narrowly believed that Hao Ping was opportunistic and stole the results of the Second Company. This was an act of venting anger, and it was Gao Yidao's fault, but Ding Deyi did not investigate further and only criticized Gao Yidao verbally. Because the Second Company and the Ninth Class should have made the most contributions and paid more, Ding Deyi could not bear to criticize them.
Now that the problem has been exposed and both sides have begun to blatantly undermine each other, we must find a way to solve the problem and not allow the antagonism between the Second and Third Companies to continue to develop. Ding Deyi is a veteran political worker and is very sensitive to this kind of problem. He is now considering how to solve the problem.
If a pot of soup is already too salty, it is unrealistic to take salt out of the pot; the best way is to continue adding water to dilute it, which is the best solution. The root of the problem is that the independent group is too small and they have too few competitors. If they can't resolve their antagonism, then they can disperse their antagonism. As for the best candidate, Ding Deyi already has the answer, it is Hu Yi.
In Ding Deyi's heart, Hu Yi is a person who is both low-key and flamboyant, as quiet as a lake and as active as a mountain wind, a combination of contradictions. His low-keyness is more profound than Wu Yan, and his flamboyance is more evil than Gao Yidao. Since he first came to the independent regiment, Ding Deyi had expectations for him, deliberately ignored him, and deliberately let him go, just to observe what kind of person he is, in order to know why he joined the Eighth Route Army.
After observing for so long, Ding Deyi finally made his own judgment: it’s time.
"Political Commissar, you called me?" Su Qing walked in.
Ding Deyi smiled and pointed to the table: "Sit down, it's rare to see you idle for two days, but you find work for yourself and become a teacher again."
Su Qing also smiled: "They want to learn, I just happen to have time, and it's not tiring."
"Well, I called you here because I have something to ask you. Have the files for our independent regiment been completed?"
"Basically... done." Su Qing hesitated for a moment before answering.
Ding Deyi looked at Su Qing and nodded, "Okay. Then, you make a copy of the files of the people above the class level, and I will send a correspondent to submit them to the division for record."
Su Qing was stunned. The independent regiment's file management was also independent. Even if it was to be sent to the division, it would be enough to send the files of cadres at the company level and above. Why did the political commissar expand the scope to the class? This was unreasonable.
"What's wrong? Are you having any difficulties? Just tell me." Ding De kept staring at the dazed Su Qing.
"Uh... Oh... No, it's okay." Su Qing lowered his head with a heavy heart.
Ding Deyi quietly looked at Su Qing who lowered his head. He waited for a while before turning his gaze to the sunlight outside the door again. His fingers on the table unconsciously began to tap the table lightly. It seems that some things cannot be done too hastily. Perhaps, one cannot judge people based on judgment alone. Everything needs to be reconsidered.
"Well, Commissar, I think..."
Ding Deyi was thinking about something and was a little absent-minded for a moment. Suddenly he heard Su Qing talking again and hurriedly said, "Go ahead!"
Su Qing realized that she had lost her composure a little. Now she looked up and suddenly felt that the political commissar was also strange. However, she continued to finish her words: "This is just my personal opinion. I think... sending it to the platoon level or above is enough. I think... In addition, some files may not be complete. I..."
Ding Deyi suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and his frown suddenly relaxed. He smiled at Su Qing and said, "In this case, I'll leave the decision to you. Do you think it's necessary to send the class up as well?"
What's wrong with the political commissar? Su Qing had doubts in his heart but didn't have time to think about it, so he blurted out, "I don't think it's necessary."
"Well, that's fine. Since you, Secretary Su, think so, then you don't have to send them all. Let's talk about this later."
Su Qing was stunned again. After all this talk, this matter just disappeared out of thin air
After a pause, Ding Deyi changed the subject: "By the way, I've made up my mind and plan to move up the ninth shift."
This conversation with the political commissar was full of strangeness. Something that shouldn't have happened just now disappeared out of nowhere, and now they were talking about upgrading Class 9. Su Qing's mind was a little confused, and he had to deal with it instinctively.
Ding Deyi no longer cared about Su Qing's state, and began to talk to himself: "This Hu Yi is not a worry-free guy. You saw it this morning. Ma Liang came to me to complain about Hu Yi, saying that his squad leader punished him and forced him to bark like a dog, and asked me to give him justice. Now the more I think about it, the more wrong it seems. It's absolutely nonsense. I don't understand, this Hu Yi... Why is he so willing to go into the confinement room? Huh?"
Su Qing didn't have the energy to listen to all this. He just nodded and pretended to listen.
Ding Deyi continued: "I think, in the final analysis, it is because Hu Yi is not enthusiastic enough. Now that the Japanese have temporarily stopped and there is no need to worry about food, this is a good opportunity for us to expand our scale. There are only a few people and a few heads of garlic. It is too difficult to upgrade the company to a battalion. For now, we can only upgrade the ninth squad to the ninth platoon.
You must know him better than me, right? His awareness needs to be improved. He took the initiative to find trouble and was put in solitary confinement. What do you think of this? There is no one in the ninth squad who is worry-free. As a squad leader, he is letting the ducks go. How can this regiment be peaceful? He is so passive and irresponsible. Can he be a good platoon leader, right? So, I have thought about it. Hu Yi’s ideological education must be taken care of. You are responsible for this matter. "
Su Qing blinked helplessly. After going through so much trouble, he finally came to the same conclusion again. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Political Commissar, I think..."
"You can't refuse this." Ding Deyi interrupted Su Qing directly: "Who else can I send if not you? If I want to do ideological work, don't you seem to be my only soldier?"
Su Qing was speechless.
"The ice is three feet thick, and it didn't freeze overnight. Ideological work is not that easy. Your first task is to make him come out of the confinement room on his own, take care of the people under his command, and be willing to be the leader of the ninth platoon. The other things will come slowly. Okay, I've finished. Do you have any other questions?" Ding Deyi finally finished his words and looked at Su Qing with an expectant look.
At first, Su Qing was a little confused because of a file written by himself; later, Su Qing was bewildered because of an unreasonable order that disappeared out of thin air; finally, Su Qing was speechless, because he became a counselor, and the one he was counseling was Hu Yi, the man who was about to become platoon leader and whom he once hated.
After all, he had done intelligence work and had experienced complicated environments. Su Qing began to realize that something was wrong. This feeling was not because of himself, but because of Political Commissar Ding Deyi, but he could not be sure what it was.
Su Qing calmed herself down again, trying to regain her composure. She no longer lowered her head, no longer entangled her fair and slender fingers, and no longer spoke vaguely.
"Political Commissar, I understand. I have no problem." This was Su Qing's final answer.
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The beautiful figure disappeared outside the gate. Ding Deyi was still sitting behind the table. He looked through the open door and continued to look at the lazy sunlight shining in the yard. He had one hand across his chest and with the other hand pinching his unshaven chin, he was in a daze.
You both came from Jiangnan, Songhu, and you spent the whole trip alone together. And you once said that you didn't mind me killing him.
He was a deserter, he had left the battlefield and was free. But he wanted to stay in the Eighth Route Army, a place with worse conditions and more requirements.
You went to Shuxia Village, and then he went there. Hao Ping said, everyone died, only you are still alive, you are together, there are traces of tears on your face, and he is trying the final assault.
The iron first company, the red third company, the sharp knife is the second company, and the fools go to the ninth squad. This is a jingle circulated in the independent regiment, but Ding Deyi also knows another jingle, which has just been circulated and only circulated among the veterans: the second company is fierce, the ninth squad is cruel, the nemesis suppresses the leader, and the enemy can't spare his life.
The one who 'spared his life' was Su Qing. The roots of this jingle came from two things, one was the battle on the playground in Wuming Village, and the other was the survival of the Japanese prisoners.
There are rumors that Hu Yi likes Su Qing. Ding Deyi believed it, and at the same time, he knew that this matter was very complicated. Ding Deyi read the file privately, and there was only one word in the whole file: hate. So Su Qing had to prove in person whether Hu Yi was a hopeless person...