"What? You want to expel him from the revolutionary ranks?" The regiment commander grinned in surprise and looked at Gao Yidao intently.
"Captain, think about it. He is a Kuomintang deserter. There is no way he can sincerely join the revolutionary team and fight the Japanese. This bad apple will spoil our whole pot of soup sooner or later."
The head of the regiment put his hands behind his back and walked up to Gao Yidao: "In the past, we also recruited members of the Kuomintang, and now they have become excellent revolutionary comrades. Why is it that he is not doing well now? Gao Yidao, what's wrong with you?"
The political commissar who had been sitting next to him spoke up: "Gao Yidao, stop beating around the bush. I think you are thinking this because he was in the 67th Army."
Gao Yidao was transferred to the independent regiment only last year. He used to be from the rear-guard regiment. Two years ago, the rear-guard regiment had a life-and-death battle with the 67th Army. After the political commissar heard his opinions to the regiment commander, he immediately understood the background behind it.
The political commissar pointed out the key point, Gao Yidao simply did not hold back, and said excitedly: "Back then, when his **** 67th Army entered the border area, we lost many comrades. I..."
"Okay, okay." The regiment commander raised his hand to interrupt Gao Yidao's words: "I finally understand, Gao Yidao, you are taking revenge for your personal grudge, do you understand? After all, you are the captain of the second company, and you don't even have this much awareness? Go and rest somewhere cool and cool."
"I have an opinion!" Gao Yidao still didn't give up.
"Then reserve your opinion!" The team leader told him to give up the idea.
The independent regiment finally calmed down. Liu Jianqiang, who used to cry and make a lot of noise, now spends the whole day basking in the sun at the village head with a melancholy look. Xiao Hongying, who used to be a riot, now follows Hu Yi around in training all day and has a lot of fun. The regiment commander and political commissar are very pleased, and all the soldiers in the regiment are very happy.
The morning sun was bright, lazily shining on the compacted loess on the playground, but the early spring wind was not gentle, rolling up the dust on the ground again and again, tormenting the soldiers of the second company who were training in assassination. To avoid accidents, the soldiers held sharpened wooden sticks in their hands during training, with the front ends wrapped in cotton cloth or towels, and the length, thickness and thickness were like real guns. When stabbing, the movements should be quick and powerful, the strength should be concentrated on the tip of the knife, the body should be stable, and not lean back. Gao Yidao was supervising and guiding the team back and forth, shouting commands, and when he looked up, he saw Hu Yi and Xiao Hongying, who had returned from Dongshan, passing by the playground.
Every time Gao Yidao saw Hu Yi's bronze face, he couldn't help but get furious. Damn it, he stabbed us two years ago, and now he's walking around so brazenly. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The more he looked at it, the angrier he got. He couldn't help but shout, "Stop!"
Hu Yi and Xiao Hongying stopped when they heard the voice, stood at the edge of the playground, and tilted their heads to look at Gao Yidao at the same time.
Gao Yidao turned around and ordered the soldiers of the Second Company to stand at ease. Then he walked slowly to stand in front of Hu Yi and crossed his arms: "You used to be in the 67th Army, right?"
Listening to the tone of the words, Hu Yi immediately understood Gao Yidao's question. This tone and posture were to bring up old scores. In the past, the 67th Army had suppressed the Communists, and Hu Yi certainly participated in the battle. Each served his master and followed orders. It was his duty and had nothing to do with him. Now that he had joined the Eighth Route Army, Hu Yi didn't think it was a big deal. He replied calmly, "I am."
"The weather is so nice today, it's a rare opportunity for us to meet, let's learn from each other!"
Discuss? Hu Yixin said, "You want to use me as a punching bag?" "Not interested."
Gao Yidao smiled contemptuously: "As expected, the 67th Army is a scumbag that only produces cowards. A deserter wants to join the Eighth Route Army? Pah! You are only qualified to coax children."
If it was a matter of negotiation, then Hu Yi would certainly not agree. However, this sarcastic remark was said loudly in public, and Gao Yidao successfully ignited Hu Yi's anger. They were all men, it was that simple. Hu Yi said nothing, walked into the drill ground in silence, and grabbed a wooden gun from a soldier. He weighed it, and it was slightly lighter than a real gun, but basically the same. He poked it into the ground and said, "Come on, I'll coax you today!"
"The company commander is going to fight that guy with bayonets!" There was a commotion, and the soldiers of the second company on the playground gathered around, chattering, and formed a circle, forming an area of several dozen square meters.
"Who is this person who doesn't know his place?"
"It seems to be the new guy from Class 9."
"He's a Kuomintang deserter? Let the company commander teach him a lesson."
The wind blew past, carrying dust and dead leaves, swirling across the yellow earth. There were people all around, but it was quiet, no one spoke, and they stared at the two people in the middle.
Hu Yi rolled up the sleeves of his military uniform on his strong arms, held the wooden gun, calmed down, and stared at Gao Yidao opposite him with narrow eyes. The opponent's posture was very rigorous, with basically no flaws, and his breathing was even. He seemed to be experienced, and the tip of his gun was stable without shaking. He was a master, and even the Japanese could not be more powerful than him. However, Hu Yi was not afraid in his heart, but began to get excited. This atmosphere seemed to give Hu Yi a sense of the battlefield. He instinctively focused and gradually forgot the chaotic breathing around him.
Gao Yidao did not underestimate the deserter on the other side. He had also been on the battlefield. He could feel an invisible pressure spreading from Hu Yi's focused and calm expression. However, the Kuomintang deserter's gun holding posture was not rigorous. From the opponent's subtle movements, it can be seen that he was not deliberately creating confusion, but was really not rigorous enough. Based on this, Gao Yidao judged that his chances of winning were 70%. With a clear mind, he no longer hesitated, and found an opening, quickly stepped forward and launched a stab, heading straight for Hu Yi's throat.
It was fast, too fast. Hu Yi raised and pressed the tip of his spear again and again, trying to deflect the attack, but he didn't expect that the opponent was not only fast, but also powerful enough. He was just deflected a little, but did not leave the dangerous attack range.
Seeing that the situation was favorable, Gao Yidao pressed the tip of his gun downwards, took another step forward, and stabbed Hu Yi in the heart for the second time.
Hu Yi had no choice but to swing his gun sideways, trying to block the attack, but he was a little slow and the opponent's gun tip slid in along his own gun. Although it was slightly deflected, it still pierced Hu Yi's ribs fiercely.
Although the tip of the gun was wrapped with cotton cloth, Gao Yidao had put all his strength into it. The impact caused Hu Yi to stagger back a few steps. He endured the severe pain in his ribs and managed to stand firm again.
Gao Yidao finally revealed a smug smile, it was time to end, he ran up with a few steps and then rushed forward, stabbing, and making the final blow.
The severe pain under his ribs caused Hu Yi's blood to surge, and before he could stand firmly, he saw a new crisis coming.
At that moment, the sense of crisis developed from years of battlefield habits finally erupted. The surroundings suddenly dimmed and lost their color. What I saw in my eyes seemed to no longer be a wooden gun, but a sharp bayonet that was attacking me, trying to ruthlessly take my life.
At that moment, a thought flashed through Hu Yi's mind for the first time. I can't die. I have a woman and I have someone I care about. If I fall down, she may never come home again.
At that moment, Hu Yi's hand tightly grasped the bayonet that was flashing with cold light and stabbing towards his chest. The sharp blade of the blade seemed to have cut his palm, and blood flowed out of the clenched gap. The fierce impact force made the bayonet still move forward ferociously, pushing Hu Yi's body backwards, greedily eager to reap lives.
At that moment, Hu Yi swung his gun with all his strength, trying to smash the source of the crisis.
Crack—the wooden spear broke into two pieces on Gao Yidao's forehead, one piece was blown away, and the other was still tightly grasped in Hu Yi's hand.
Blood splattered everywhere, Gao Yidao felt very regretful, I was only an inch away from stabbing into ****'s chest, but I failed to dodge this desperate blow, I felt a piece of red silk covering my eyes, and then darkness fell.
Plop—Gao Yidao’s strong body fell straight down on the playground.
The wind was still blowing and the dust was still flying. Hu Yi held the tip of Gao Yidao's wooden spear in his left hand and half of his own spear in his right hand, standing numbly on the playground.
Amidst a circle of astonished eyes, a sharp voice broke the silence: "This bastard killed the company commander! Kill that Kuomintang!"
Boom! The soldiers of the second company finally blew up the temple and rushed forward with wooden spears.
Before Hu Yi could wake up, he felt that there were enemies all around him, rushing towards him.
Well, maybe I can break out alive. Why is it always a blockade? Why do I always have to break out? Is this my fate? Well, I will break out! Well...
Under the deception of the "battlefield syndrome", Hu Yi threw himself into his own imaginary world, his narrow eyes remained calm and firm, holding a wooden spear in each hand, and rushed into the turbulent waters in front of him. His shoulder was hit hard, and it hurt, but not strongly. It seemed that his back was also hit, and it was a bit difficult to breathe, but not as difficult as expected. He didn't care about these things. It seemed that this was the enemy's weak point and there might be a chance to break through. He swung the wooden stick hard, and the wooden spear that the enemy was trying to block was directly broken. Hu Yi chopped it on the top of his head and he collapsed and swung the wooden spear horizontally. With a loud bang, he was forced to retreat to one side. He didn't have time to breathe. The sticks on the right came like rain. He couldn't stop them. He took the attack and hit the nearest one hard. Crack - there was the sound of broken bones, accompanied by wailing, rolling on the ground, struggling, but it gave Hu Yi a chance to breathe, buzz - it seemed that he was dizzy. Hu Yi judged that he was hit on the back of the head and staggered a little. There was no need to look back. He swung the weapon in his hand back directly. Crack - accompanied by a scream, it really hit the enemy behind him, and the wooden spear in his left hand was finally broken. It doesn't matter. A shorter one is easier to exert force...
In the gusts of cold wind, in the rolling dust, in the noisy playground filled with wailing, screaming and cursing, Xiao Hongying's petite figure stood there, staring blankly, her big eyes filled with tears, first with surprise, then with entanglement, then confusion, and finally with anger.
She finally reached out her little hand to pick up the wooden spear scattered at her feet, picked it up clumsily, and rushed to the center of the storm crying. She had little strength, but she didn't care, she swung it desperately, swung it in a circle, trying to knock down all obstacles in front of her, rushed into the battlefield, advanced, chopped, and advanced again, continuing to cry and continue to be angry.
The soldiers of the second company were not crazy. They wanted to kill Hu Yi, but how could they beat the little girl? Seeing the little girl rushing in like crazy, they had no choice but to avoid her, forming a passage, and did not dare to stop her.
Hu Yi didn't know how many times he had been hit hard. He was shaky, but he hadn't fallen down yet. He just relied on his belief that he had to break through. He had to break through! Suddenly, he felt that his back was not hit again. He couldn't help but have an illusion. Why couldn't he feel the blows behind him? It seemed that I was going to die. I had no sense of pain. Finally, he turned around numbly.
The little girl stood behind Hu Yi, with her back to him, waving the wooden spear desperately, crying, and frantically blocking the soldiers of the second company who were trying to approach Hu Yi.
How come those pigtails are still so funny! Hu Yi's bleeding mouth slightly curved into a relieved arc, and a small touch of color finally appeared in his numb eyes, and then he fell into darkness...