The middle-aged man clapped the ashes on his hands and walked around the pot.
I got countless looks: Can’t you go aside and take pictures?
It's rude to wait around other people's pots for food.
But everyone's eyes were fixed on the big iron pot.
Even when he saw the fire burning on the stove, the dark-faced old Qin's eyes became gentle...
The superiors have always emphasized frugality, and eating meat is obviously against the spirit of the superiors. The middle-aged man looked at Su Qing: "Hey, Captain Su, what are you doing?"
Su Qing's expression remained unchanged: "We captured a few pigs from the enemy a few days ago. You guys came all the way, just in time to catch up. Let's start dinner with them."
"Countless people are starving to death. It's not a good idea to do this..."
"Don't worry, your superiors have approved this."
"Approved by superiors?" The middle-aged man suddenly realized that something was wrong. It should have been specially prepared for them by the independent group!
Thinking of this, he immediately shook his head: "We can't eat it!"
"Don't worry, the people nearby are also involved..."
Lao Zhou left the pot and warmly greeted the team to sit down: "Why are you so polite? You have traveled so far, but we can still afford this meal."
Run so far? The middle-aged man's eyes became sharp as he looked at Su Qing and lowered his voice: "Do you know our mission?"
Su Qing remained calm: "You should know that most of the regular information from the Hebei-Shandong-Henan border area comes to the mountains through us, and everyone is sensible..."
"Do you know Section Chief Lin?" the middle-aged man lowered his voice.
"Sorry, I can't answer your question." Su Qing was shocked.
"Then I'm welcome." The middle-aged man nodded, sat directly at the edge of the table, picked up the bowl on top, and didn't care whether the chopsticks were clean or not, and went straight into his stomach with a few pieces of meat: "It's been a long time since I've eaten meat. , more comfortable than the meal we had during the Chinese New Year!”
"Don't worry, there are still more, enough is enough." Old Qin patted the dust on his hands.
"You can brag better than me, and I can eat a pot of it by myself!"
"Two more coins..." Lao Zhou next to him put a basket on the table.
"It seems that the development of your base area is ahead of us, so you need to teach us some experience."
Lao Zhou nagged: "It's not raining now. We are clearing land at the foot of the mountain where there is water. We can also plant some crops... If you want to eat meat, you have to find the Japanese!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his finger and squatted beside the turret to drink broth. The bird-speaker asked: "Japs? Who are they?"
This is a secret. Lao Zhou said nothing and turned to look at Su Qing next to the table.
The Minutemen were no secret in the division, and the division was preparing for a big publicity campaign.
Su Qing thought for a while: "This is the volunteer army of the Chao Kingdom. This meat... was originally given to them by their superiors... You are lucky."
"So I'm so lucky?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then felt up and down in his pocket: "I didn't bring any money..."
Lao Qin was speechless. "Look at what you said... If I accept your money, how will I see anyone in the future?"
"What do you call it?"
"The Acting Instructor of the Ninth Battalion..."
"Hey, except for your battalion commander, all of you are here. It seems that you have really taken this turret?"
Su Qing put down the empty bowl of soup and explained: "The Japs didn't have enough troops. Many of the people guarding the gun towers were the puppet troops of the DPRK who were forced by the Japs. The volunteers persuaded them to surrender and successfully captured several gun towers."
"I see. It seems that this turret is really owned by your family." The middle-aged man joked.
Su Qing nodded: "Obviously, let them continue to guard the gun tower. It will be more convenient for the supplies entering the mountain to pass through the blockade."
The middle-aged man smiled: "It used to take ten days and a half to cross Pinghan Road. Last night I walked more than half of it in one night. I was wondering why the underground transportation line suddenly became smoother... "
"We have received news that a large number of people from the Japanese Intelligence Department are operating on the plains. The superiors have judged that their target is probably you." Su Qing said here, paused: "Your mission is important, so the division has given it to you. War horses are prepared.”
In fact, in order to allow them to pass through enemy-occupied areas smoothly, the division borrowed troops from the independent regiment to attack the front line in the east and west despite insufficient troops.
There is no need to tell this person these things.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Hey, the Japanese are carrying out a large-scale raid on friendly forces. The enemy information report said that the friendly forces may be ordered to surrender to the enemy and turn their guns against you..."
Su Qing nodded: "Our department has made a plan. If the friendly forces are determined to fight against Japan, we will support them. If anyone surrenders to the enemy and works as an aide, we will eliminate him!"
"At this time, the reactionaries are still playing tricks. It seems that the situation on your side is more complicated." The middle-aged man slapped the table: "Your independent group is really good. If I have the chance, I will definitely meet your leader!" "
"You guys did a good job too."
The middle-aged man suddenly shook his head: "We seem to be complimenting each other. The Eighth Route Army is not interested in this. By the way, do you have a radio station?"
Su Qing shook his head: "Of course there is no C-type independent regiment. Why do you ask?"
"We have to report to our superiors that it's safe."
Su Qing nodded: "I will take you to the turret and call directly to the front finger. There is a radio station on the front finger. If it meets the regulations, it should be forwarded..."
"What? Do you still have a phone? Fore finger? Where is it?"
Facing a series of questions, Su Qing shook his head: "Sorry, no comment!"
This is called impact. The middle-aged man was completely convinced and shook his head: "I, a great commander, have suffered such a shame and humiliation..."
The captain next to the middle-aged man shook his head and touched the middle-aged man's forehead: "Did I say you were drunk? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Go away, it seems that we have to re-evaluate the situation between us and the enemy." Turning around and seeing Su Qing next to him who seemed to be hesitant to speak, he quickly explained: "Hey, little comrade, what I said just now means that I have a high opinion. Little devil! Hehe, this short journey of two thousand miles actually lasted a month!"
These words were spoken like a cloud, and Su Qing immediately understood that this person's identity was unusual: "I don't understand what you mean..."
"Hey, look, when we went out of the mountains to the east, your independent regiment should have only had three companies, right? At that time, when the Japanese came, you had to abandon the ruined temple and run away. Now it has developed into the plains. Yesterday, I heard from Secretary Zhao that you were doing a good job, but I didn’t believe it at first..."
Lao Qin finally understood that the identity in front of him was extraordinary: "Chief, what exactly do you want to say?"
"Hehe, that little devil's strength has declined now. This time I go back for a meeting. I have to prepare well so that some people who just want to preserve their strength and secretly develop their bases can change their views on the current situation between us and the enemy."
The middle-aged man followed Su Qing into the tower.
Soon, everyone in the blockhouse, including Su Qing, was invited out.
Not long after, the guard platoon leader stuck his head out again: "Captain Su, please answer the phone..."
Su Qing walked into the turret, hesitated, and took the microphone from the middle-aged man: "Hello..."
Su Qing suddenly stood at attention and raised his voice an octave: "Hello, political commissar..."
"yes..."
"yes..."
"Resolutely complete the mission..."
The middle-aged man grabbed the phone: "Haha, I said, we haven't seen each other for many years. I will come to the wine station to find you. Please prepare the wine for me..."
Su Qing's fair face turned slightly red. The person who answered the phone was not Political Commissar Ding!
The last time she was investigated, if the political commissar hadn't spoken out, she might still be working in a civilian unit in the division.
It might be the Women's Federation, or it might be a quilt factory, or he might be transferred to a remote place... he might even do local work!
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* Frictions occurred simultaneously between the 15th Division and the Shandong Column, between the main force and local troops, between army cadres and local cadres, and between the Eighth Route Army and the regular troops of the National Army.
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