The towering Taihang Mountains stretch for more than 800 miles across this ancient land. Among the peaks on the southern slope, there is an unknown village, which is now bathed in the sunshine of early spring.
"Report." Su Qing walked into the regiment command post in the village. His clear voice made the soldiers in the room turn their heads.
"Oh, Comrade Su Qing, you are here, come and sit down." A man in his forties pointed to the bench next to him and greeted him. He found a teacup, poured boiling water into it, put it on the table, and then walked around to sit opposite Su Qing. He was Ding Deyi, the political commissar of an independent regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
"Well, Comrade Su Qing, your identity has been verified by your superiors. The division has sent a notice asking you to report to the division headquarters. You will leave with the signalman in a while."
"Ah! Great. I'll leave now." Su Qing stood up again excitedly. After two months of hardship and wandering, he finally returned to the organization. When he heard the news, his cheeks flushed with excitement and he couldn't wait to start working.
Political Commissar Ding looked at the impatient Su Qing and smiled slightly: "Haha, look how anxious you are. I have something to ask you. What should we do with the person who came with you? I need to hear your opinion before I leave."
Su Qing did not report this "sad incident" and had already severely warned Hu Yi that if he dared to mention it, he would be cut into pieces. Now that the political commissar asked about the shameless bastard coward, Su Qing could not help but feel angry again.
"He is a Kuomintang deserter who forgot his loyalty when he saw profit. The journey was difficult. In order to protect the documents, I spent a lot of money to hire him to escort me back. Now my mission is completed. As for what to do with him, it is up to you, Political Commissar, to decide. I have no objection to killing him! Political Commissar, I will set off now."
The political commissar was stunned by this. Even if he was a KMT deserter who forgot his loyalty for the sake of profit, he had at least worked hard. When did I mention that I wanted to kill him? He didn't understand and planned to ask Su Qing in detail. Suddenly, there was a cry outside the door, so he had to wave to Su Qing, "Well, let's go, be careful on the road."
Su Qing left the house, and Political Commissar Ding also stood up and walked to the open door. A young soldier was being stopped by the guards in the yard, crying and wailing with snot and tears, "I want to see the regiment commander. I want to see the political commissar. I want justice for the Ninth Company."
The political commissar stepped out of the door, waved his hand to the guard to let him go, frowned and said: "Liu Jianqiang, can you be more realistic? The Ninth Company is gone. Not to mention the Ninth Company, the Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Companies have all been reorganized. Who is like you? Our regiment is too short of soldiers now. The purpose of reorganizing into three companies is to make the whole regiment into a fist, to fight better and kill more devils. Do you understand?"
Liu Jianqiang was not moved by the political commissar's words and continued to cry, "I don't care, the Ninth Company cannot be withdrawn. When the company commander died, he told me to run away so that he could leave a descendant of the Ninth Company to prove that the Ninth Company is still there. Now they want to cancel the Ninth Company's number, I won't do it! If this is the case, what am I still alive for? Why should I live? I should have died with the Ninth Company in the first place."
The political commissar felt a headache because of Liu Jianqiang's crying. This kid was getting too stubborn. Why was he so stubborn
At this time, a man walked in from the gate. It was the regiment commander who had returned from the training ground. He walked to the middle of the yard in two or three steps and said to Liu Jianqiang with a dark face, "Your screams can be heard from eight hundred miles away. The Great Wall can even make you cry. Look at you, a crying woman. Are you still an Eighth Route Army soldier? Get out of here now."
Liu Jianqiang seemed to be possessed by a demon. Even the commander's harsh words could not stop him from crying. "I won't leave! If you don't agree to keep the Ninth Company, I won't leave. All the brothers in the Ninth Company will support me!"
The team leader didn't have the patience to continue talking nonsense with Liu Jianqiang, so he pointed at the guard and said, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take this bastard back to the dormitory."
It was a small room with earthen walls and a wooden door with several cracks in the front. On the outside of the door were three big characters written crookedly in chalk: "confinement room". There was a single small window on the north side, which had no window or door and exposed the sky. Under the window was the only furniture in the room, a broken wooden bed. Hu Yi was lying on the bed with his legs spread out, resting his head on the folded quilt, and closing his eyes to rest.
It has been more than ten days, and except for someone opening the door to deliver food in the morning, noon and evening, I have never been treated. There is a guard outside the door, but his childish face is even colder than Hu Yi, and it is impossible to communicate. It is easy to run away, as there is no window sash above the window, so he can climb out at any time, but Hu Yi has no such idea.
Now I have nowhere to go, so why bother? That stubborn woman, she has finally come home. He carried her all the way to Nanjing, but she couldn't find the person she was looking for. Hu Yi knew at that time that she was a Communist. It didn't matter. Hu Yi didn't care about politics, but was secretly happy, because continuing on the road meant that he still had a goal and direction. So Hu Yi accompanied her on the journey without hesitation, and they went north to here. Unfortunately, Hu Yi still didn't know her name, but a pair of beautiful and cold phoenix eyes were branded in his heart.
There was a rustling sound coming from outside the wall, very soft and slight. Hu Yi was helpless. This annoying and immoral thing, will it ever stop? Since the first day he entered this room, it has been harassing him non-stop. If he doesn't teach it a lesson, it will go crazy. He reached out and picked up a piece of clay from the ground beside the bed, clenched it into a round shape and held it in his palm, then lay on the bed and continued to take a nap.
The subtle sound reached the bottom of the window. After a while, a petite shadow quietly poked out of the window. She had a pair of pigtails and a pair of cunning big eyes stared at Hu Yi who was pretending to sleep on the bed. She showed a cute and smug smile, then she put up the slingshot, pulled it open, and tightened it...
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Before the stone in the slingshot could be shot out, a piece of clay hit her delicate forehead and broke into pieces. With a scream, the little girl fell out of the window and became dizzy. She struggled to get up from the ground, ignoring the mud on her forehead and the dirt all over her body, and quickly returned to the window and set up the slingshot again.
"Huh! You silly girl, you still want to attack after the surprise attack has failed? You are dreaming!" Hu Yi laughed and picked up another piece of clay, then threw it towards the window again.
The little girl was prepared this time and quickly moved away. However, Hu Yi's handful of dirt was not aimed at her, but at the window wall above her head. The dirt broke above her head and splashed all over her head and face.
Suppressed by Hu Yi's firepower, the little girl huddled under the window, unable to raise her head. She couldn't help but get angry: "I will not be a human being if I don't take down your turret!" Before she finished her childish words, she took out a grenade from the cloth bag behind her...