Because of the lack of water, the 9th Battalion did not arrange training at all, because training will cause sweating, and sweating requires drinking water.
Seeing a man in black with a shell gun on his shoulder and a scar on his face approaching, Goudan, who had been wandering around for a long time, jumped down from the wall.
Ma Liang was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was a child, he slowly removed his right hand from the holster. He probably knew the situation in the village. He smiled slightly and asked: "Boy, your movements are very smooth. Is there a gate?" Come on, why are you climbing over the wall?"
Goudan answered seriously: "They won't let me enter the yard."
Ma Liang nodded, his smile turning into a serious face: "What are you doing in the yard?"
"I want to find the chief!"
"Chief? Hey, we don't have a chief here!"
"That's you! I want to join the army."
"Join the army?" Ma Liang was happy. He looked at the boy up and down. He was probably only twelve or thirteen years old: "Then tell me, how old are you?"
"sixteen."
Ma Liang shook his head: "Our Eighth Route Army will not accept soldiers who lie!"
"I'm really sixteen, really!" Goudan's face turned red. He knew that if he missed this time, he didn't know how long he would have to wait. Grandpa Geng said that there was no way to persist here. If it doesn't rain again after a while, , you have to leave here.
"You are too young, I can't promise you."
"Captain Ma, I can endure hardship, and I will never be afraid of death on the battlefield. I can definitely do it!..." Goudan kept pleading, his eyes filled with tears, and they were about to flow down.
Ma Liang was stunned for a moment and frowned: "How do you know my surname is Ma? And how do you know I am the company commander?"
"Hey, he was observing at the entrance of the compound for a long time, listening to what the sentry said." A pigtail appeared on the wall next to him.
Ma Liang had a black line on his head and turned to look at the wall: "Why are you everywhere? Where is the summary the battalion commander asked you to write?"
The girl proudly raised the notebook in her hand: "I'm done."
Ma Liang looked at Goudan again and refused directly: "Boy, I think you are only thirteen years old at best. Wait until you grow up before joining the Eighth Route Army!"
Goudan gritted his teeth: "You are the ninth battalion of the Independent Regiment. The battalion commander is Hu Yi. Your name is Ma Liang and you are the first company commander. Yesterday, 246 of you entered the village. A total of twelve sentries were arranged around the village. Four of them Each hour rotates, and the team members who conduct reconnaissance work are in groups of six.
The big fat Captain Luo has forty-eight people and sixteen wounded. The platoon leader named Big Dog has thirty-eight people. There is a fortune teller named Banxian. There are twenty-eight people living in this courtyard.
Captain Li Xiang has seventy-two men and eighteen wounded. There is also a company commander named Tian Sanqi. In Zhaozhuang Village in the north, there is another company commander named Chen Chong, who did not come this time."
"Fuck!" Ma Liang cursed for the first time, and his jaw almost dropped.
This guy actually clearly detected the formation of the ninth battalion and the people living in the scattered courtyards. Although it is slightly different from the actual situation, it can be regarded as very accurate!
What's even more outrageous is that he actually made sure the names of the members of the Ninth Battalion are known clearly. He is definitely a good reconnaissance expert!
From another perspective, the confidentiality work of the Nine Camps is simply full of loopholes!
This kid is a good prospect, but it's a pity that his age is a flaw!
It took a while for Ma Liang to recover from the shock, with a serious face: "Boy, you did a good job in reconnaissance, but you shouldn't use it on your own people!"
Goudan couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away the tears that fell down his face: "I won't leave until you agree!"
"Are you kidding me?" Ma Liang was a bit dumbfounded.
"Captain Ma, just promise me. I can do reconnaissance. I'm really not afraid of death. I'm familiar with the nearby terrain and I can run fast." Goudan straightened his body subconsciously.
One person was standing on top of the wall and two were talking below. This attracted the attention of Tang Dagou who had just walked into the yard and howled directly at his head: "Girl, what are you doing lying on the wall?"
The girl pointed at Goudan Xiai, who was wearing a traitor hat, and smiled: "Hahaha, this little one wants to join the army! He even knows your name."
The big dog swayed to stand in front of Goudan, looking down at Goudan with a murderous look: "How the hell do you know my name?"
As soon as this person arrived in front of him, Goudan could no longer feel the spring and warm sunshine, as if he had fallen into a cold winter ice cellar. He mustered up the courage to grit his teeth, raised his tearful eyes and said: "I, I want to join the Eighth Route Army!"
"What's your name?"
"My surname is Geng. Because I was born by the Wei River, my father named me Geng Wei and my nickname is Goudan. Both my parents were killed by traitors." Goudan was not stupid and sacrificed him directly. His parents carried him out, and he knew very well that he must win the sympathy of the person in front of him, maybe there would be a chance.
The big dog was stunned for a moment. Maybe the word "dog" made him feel comfortable. A smile appeared on his face that hadn't been washed for three hundred years: "Goudan?"
"Please accept me, I'm not afraid of death, please, uncle." Goudan clenched the corners of his ragged clothes with both hands, tears streaming down his face.
The big dog turned to look at Ma Liang and nodded.
Ma Liang shook his head. He knew very well that this kid would definitely be a talent in the future, but now, he was too young.
At the gate of the courtyard, Lao Geng greeted the sentry and saw Goudan as soon as he entered.
He immediately trotted over and pulled Goudan's arm: "Little bastard, why don't you study hard at home and turn a deaf ear to grandpa's words?"
"Grandpa, I really want to join the Eighth Route Army!" Goudan felt his blood rushing all over his body. He knew very well that if he lost the opportunity in front of him, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
The force in Lao Geng's hands became smaller, and the Ninth Battalion of the Independent Regiment, as an old underground worker, he knew very well where the Independent Regiment came from.
It is not the main combat force, it is a secondary combat unit at best. It spends most of its time in the mountains. If Goudan really goes to the independent regiment, at least it will be much better than starving on the plains with one meal and no next meal. Unpaid is not A good thing.
Unfortunately, Captain Ma on the opposite side had no intention of agreeing: "Old Geng, I may be able to agree to this, he is too young!"
Lao Geng used his strength to grab Goudan's arm and walked out, helplessly persuading: "I will send you to the district to join the children's group in a while!"
Goudan understood that if he was dragged away by Grandpa Geng now, the matter would be completely ruined. He immediately fell to the ground and started to act: "I don't want to do it, I want to fight the Japanese, I want to kill the traitors, and I want to avenge my parents. "
"Be obedient, and you can continue to go to school if you go to the zoning district!"
"I beg you, let me join the Eighth Route Army. I am not a child. I can scout and I can write."
"Wait a minute." The big dog, who was looking at this scene in a funny way, suddenly said, "What the hell did you say you can write?"
Hearing the big dog speak, Lao Geng subconsciously let go of his hand.
Goudan, who was about to be dragged to the door, quickly jumped up to Tang Dagou, sat down on the ground and hugged his thigh, looking up with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, I can write, I can write more than a thousand words, please accept me. "Uncle"
After Goudan finished speaking, he quickly turned to look at Lao Geng: "Grandpa, grandpa, tell them. What I said is true. Tell your uncle, please."
Lao Geng, who was standing at the door, nodded subconsciously.
From the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want the child to leave. Although Goudan was young, he was very smart and had attended elementary school in Hua County since he was a child. If his parents hadn't been in trouble, this kid would have been in middle school by now.
But if you can join a team, even an independent team, it will be a good thing for your children.
Now the child would even run the risk of being discovered by traitors if he followed him.
Seeing that everyone present seemed to be watching the fun, Goudan looked up at Big Dog again: "I can also sing the March of the Volunteers."
Tears burst into two gullies on his face that had not been washed for many days: "Uncle, don't believe it. I will sing it to you. I don't want to be a slave."
The immature voice does not sing smoothly, and the voice of a child in the voice-changing stage is even a bit harsh.
The big dog was stunned for a long time: "I mean Ma Liang, this guy can sing much better than the political commissar with his poor voice!"
Before Ma Liang could speak.
Suddenly, Xiao Hongying on the wall twisted her face and spoke, greeting Captain Geng from a distance who had just walked in: "Hey, Captain Geng, is there any movement from the enemies in the north?"
The four people below involuntarily turned their heads to look in the direction of the courtyard gate.
(End of chapter)
