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A ragged Eighth Route Army soldier climbed to the top of the hill, looked into the distance, and immediately lay down to observe.
In the sunshine, there is a ruin of a village on the distant hillside. The ruined village is surrounded by green crops. There are a dozen people sparsely working in the fields.
Not long after, another Eighth Route Army soldier reached the top of the slope, lay down beside the soldier who had arrived earlier, looked at the ruins for a while, then took out a map and carefully compared it for a long time.
"Qingshan Village." He read it out loud unconsciously.
A man dressed as a commoner also came up the hill. After hearing the man mutter the name of Qingshan Village, he sat down behind the two people on the hill tiredly. His clothes and shoes were torn, and his whole body was so dirty that it was hard to tell the color. He rubbed his calf and said, "There should be a three-way intersection not far east from here. Going straight east is Luoye Village, and going southeast is Lushuipu. Both roads lead out of the mountain. This is the territory of Meixian. Oh my god, I finally made it. I really can't go on."
The Eighth Route Army soldier put away the map and still lay on the top of the slope, staring in a daze at the ruins in the distance.
The man dressed as a commoner urged, "We will be out of the mountains in another twenty miles to the east, so hurry up."
The Eighth Route Army soldier turned around and smiled on his dirty face covered with stubble. He was Platoon Leader Ye.
After wandering around in the mountains for a long time, they failed to find the Eighth Route Army's divisional headquarters. Later, the Eighth Route Army seemed to become more vigilant, and friendly forces also strengthened their contact and investigation, which led to the exhaustion of the advancing team led by Platoon Leader Ye. The living environment was no longer as comfortable as when they first entered the mountains, and it became increasingly difficult. Fighting, injuries, illness, hunger, the team of more than 30 people now had less than 20 left, and they had to retreat out of the mountains and move to Meixian.
This place was only one step away from his territory, so Platoon Leader Ye smiled at the guide, took out a dirty piece of paper and a pencil, wrote something on it, and handed it to the guide: "Thank you for your hard work, you can leave directly. With this, you can go to any place where there are imperial troops to collect your other half of the reward. I hope we can cooperate in the future."
The guide carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms: "You'd better change someone next time. It's too painful. Besides, you are almost familiar with the lake. Then... I'll go back first?"
Platoon Leader Ye nodded, and the guide, holding the paper in his arms, stood up and left happily.
The soldier next to him asked, "Why don't we keep going?"
Platoon Leader Ye turned back to look at the ruins in the distance and the farmers working in the fields and said, "I'm very curious. This place is clearly a ruin, so where did all these farmers come from? It looks like this Qingshan Village has been abandoned for a long time, but the crops are growing well. It's not easy."
He raised his hand and gestured toward the back of the slope, then stood up and began to move towards Qingshan Village. Nearly twenty exhausted and ragged Eighth Route Army soldiers then appeared, following behind Platoon Leader Ye and gradually forming a line.
I thought the people in the fields would greet the Eighth Route Army enthusiastically, or at least continue to work without paying any attention. However, the reaction of the dozen people near the ruins was beyond Platoon Leader Ye's expectations. When they saw the Eighth Route Army, someone blew a whistle, and then everyone dropped their hoes and ran away, leaving behind all their tools without looking back or hesitating.
They were all villagers from Jiuzhan Village. They were used to running and had experienced a lot. They trusted the Ninth Platoon only because it was the Ninth Platoon, not because of the Eighth Route Army. Whenever they saw someone with a gun, no matter what they were wearing, their first thought was to run away from danger. Moreover, this team of more than a dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers looked more like beggar-like bandits from a distance.
This scene stunned the platoon leader Ye and his entourage. They couldn't help but look down at their own attire. Is it okay? A typical poor team? Isn't this down-to-earth enough? What's wrong with these Chinese pigs
Platoon Leader Ye's face turned serious. His first thought was that he suspected that these people had heard about the Advance Team, otherwise why would they run away when they saw the Eighth Route Army
Those people were not running around randomly, but all heading south, in the same direction. So Platoon Leader Ye shouted at the backs of those running away: "Fellow villagers, we are the Eighth Route Army, don't get us wrong." At the same time, he made two gestures behind him, and immediately two people ran out in the direction of those people.
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Ma Liang gave Sun Cui two ideas. First, let Xiao Hongying be the head of Jiuzhan Village, and the actual work is for Sun Cui to run the Women's Association and the militia. This is the real thing. After giving the title of village head to Xiao Hongying, it is possible to withstand the thunder of Su Shishi and make Su Shi afraid to act rashly. If it really doesn't work, even the title of the head of the Women's Association can be given to Xiao Hongying. At least the hat will not be lost on the little girl's head. Second, while Su Shishi is not back now, make some achievements as soon as possible to prove her ability. In this way, when Su Shishi comes back, it will be difficult for her to replace the candidate for both public and private reasons, and the matter can be settled.
Sun Cui's eyes lit up when she heard this idea, and she kept praising Ma Liang as a smart, handsome and caring young man. In fact, Ma Liang got the inspiration from the last time Xiao Hongying served as the acting leader of the ninth platoon.
So Sun Cui collected all the outstanding deeds of Xiao Hongying, embellished and exaggerated them, turned them into a legendary story, and told them to the villagers of Jiuzhan Village. Before she even talked about the plots of bravely fighting against the Japanese invaders and killing traitors, the audience was already in tears just by talking about being an orphan of the Red Army since childhood and wandering for 25,000 miles during the Long March. Isn't she the best spokesperson for the wandering tribe! Weren't we all initially taken over by Platoon Leader Hongying! This is fate! No matter how young she is, we have no objection to the village chief letting her do it. Heroes have always been young since ancient times.
The villagers' problem was solved easily and effortlessly. Sun Cui immediately crossed the river and returned to the wine station to find Xiao Hongying.
"What the hell? She is the village chief? Oh my god, a moth can be mistaken for a butterfly! I am really impressed by all of you." After listening to Sun Cui expressing her thoughts to Xiao Hongying, Luo Fugui could not help but sigh to the sky.
Sun Cui glared at Luo Fugui fiercely and said, "Go to hell, you idiot!" Then she smiled at Xiao Hongying and said, "Girl, you have to be the village chief. Do you hear me?"
"But I... am a soldier of the Eighth Route Army. How can I be the village chief?" Her beautiful eyes flickered in surprise. She was interested in platoon leaders, company commanders, battalion commanders and regiment commanders, but village chief - she felt that was not impressive enough and was not very interested.
Sun Cui's expression became serious. "Silly girl, this is the trust of the villagers. If you don't do it, won't they think that our Eighth Route Army looks down on them? How many people's hearts will be chilled? Besides, this is just an empty title, and you don't need to worry about it. Auntie Sun will do it for you. What's wrong with that?"
Luo Fugui couldn't help but bend his head, widened his eyes and looked at Sun Cui and said, "It seems that you are..."
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of running, and a dozen villagers walked into the wine station breathlessly, attracting everyone's attention.
Ma Liang leaned out of a window and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
A villager bent over and panted and answered: "There were more than a dozen people carrying guns. We saw them and ran back."
"The one with the gun? Who is that person?"
"I don't know. It looks tattered. It might be one of your people."
Our people? Who could it be? Ma Liang thought so and walked out the door...