Near noon, Xie Ke took Jinling's reply call and found Ma Jinshan on the street who was patrolling.
"Commander, Jinling called back."
He handed the message to Ma Jinshan and looked at the soldiers digging the communication trenches desperately. Xie Ke's face turned as brown as a frozen potato.
Ma Jinshan received the message and saw that his face was not good, so he asked with concern: "Are you sick?"
Xie Ke shook his head, pointed to the telegram in Ma Jinshan's hand, and said helplessly: "You'd better read it yourself."
Only then did Ma Jinshan turn his attention to the message.
"Qiao Dian recited it all, and his chest was filled with sorrow and indignation, which could not be expressed in words. Our army fought hard for days and captured Hecheng, bringing glory to the country. Its prestige spread far and wide, and it was admired both at home and abroad. It is a great comfort."
"After deliberation and decision between the Jinling government and the Peking Military Commission, it is agreed that your ministry, on behalf of Jinling, will be transferred to Lieutenant Colonel Ye Anran as the commander of the regiment. He will be awarded third-class merit immediately and will go to Jinling on a certain date to award military medals. I have urgently urged Deputy Commander Zhang. Send a team to assist. I miss you so much when the power comes. Zhongzheng Power."
Ma Jinshan read the telegram silently, feeling as depressed as Xie Ke.
When he ordered Xie Ke to draft the message, he included all the recent series of feats he had performed with Ye Anran.
In order to allow Jinling to solve the problem more quickly, Ma Jinshan and even Colonel Ye Anran, the brigade commander, wrote a request to grant him first-class merit in the message.
As a result, Jinling only gave one the rank of lieutenant colonel and a third-class meritorious service, and asked my brother to go to Jinling to receive it on another day!
Ah! Damn!
Ma Jinshan spit to express his dissatisfaction with Jinling's handling of things.
Far outside the customs, he could only spit and curse.
The Japs were about to hold a declaration on the founding of the People's Republic of China in Xinjing. He had a premonition that after April 15, the Japs would concentrate their firepower on attacking Hecheng.
With less than a month in sight, how could he have the time to ask Ye Anran to go to Jinling to receive a mere third-class merit award?
"What did Northern Acting Member Zhang Xiaoliu say?"
Ma Jinshan was walking on the street. The only thing that made him happy at the moment was the current recruitment work.
All the main forces under his command are carrying out recruitment propaganda, and the number of young and middle-aged people signing up to join the army is increasing day by day.
A man with great ambitions to serve the country, Ma Jinshan finally saw some hope in the dilapidated Northeastern Provinces.
Xie Ke followed Ma Jinshan and sighed: "The power is restored in Peiping. It is the season change. The frontline soldiers are in a hurry to change their uniforms. The logistics supply is seriously insufficient and we are unable to provide assistance."
"The acting committee still asked us to exercise restraint. While guarding Hecheng, we were not advised to use force against the Japanese defenders in Hecheng."
"What a bastard!"
"Restrain, restraint! The little devil almost killed me, Ma Jinshan, and I still have to restrain myself from him??"
"Han Qing, this bastard, is such a coward!"
"Nothing like his father's style back then!!"
Ma Jinshan was furious. He smiled bitterly, finally understanding why his third brother asked about Jun's shoes when he left.
He must have expected that Jinling would not provide support!
Xie Ke: "Commander, this is fine. We are no longer reliable in Jinling and Peiping, and we have just stopped thinking about it. From now on, fighting the Japanese in the three eastern provinces will mean life or death. We all have to rely on our own abilities."
Ma Jinshan looked at the blue sky, his resolute face silently shed two lines of tears.
One line is about the sadness of Jinling giving up the three eastern provinces.
A group of people from three provinces who are suffering.
"The people of Hecheng are electrified. Currently, two of the three provinces have died. Although our Hecheng has been liberated safely, the crisis has not been resolved yet."
"The return of Guizifeng will definitely lead to a new layout to attack Hecheng. I, Ma Jinshan, and the soldiers at the front have decided to live and die with Hecheng. The people of Wanghecheng will help our army overcome the difficulties, actively resist the war, and defend the territory!"
"yes!"
Xie Ke responded and immediately handed the written message to the communications soldier.
Before the communications corps left, Xie Ke repeatedly warned the people of Hecheng to telex the message and it was forbidden to leak it.
"yes!"
The communications soldier agreed, then turned around and left quickly.
In a spacious room in the Hecheng Arsenal, two infantry battalion soldiers were guarding the outside.
Inside the room are frontline workers from 75 arsenals.
Because of Ye Anran's instructions, Sun Maotian had people light the stove in the house. He did not dare to slack off at all. After waking up, he went to the house to serve them tea and water in person.
Sun Maotian squatted in front of the stove to warm himself up. He didn't say anything, but his stomach was full of fire. It was even stronger than the fire in the stove!
The workers gathered around the conference table in an upright manner.
Sit up straight like a prisoner.
They didn't even dare to make a big mouthful even to drink water.
There was nothing we could do. Sun Maotian, who was serving them tea and water, had a fierce look on his face. He gritted his molar teeth and poured water for them...
They felt that all they had to do was pinch their mouths open and drink the boiling water from the kettle down their throats.
No one knows where Sun Maotian was offended.
The most important thing is that no one present dared to ask.
Ye Anran quietly entered the arsenal, stood at the door of the conference room and looked in. When the sentry was about to salute him, he booed in time.
Through the glass on the door, I saw Sun Maotian playing with the red-hot stove hook, with the corner of his mouth tilted to the sky.
A pair of murderous eyes, as fierce as seeing a devil!
Ma Jinhai pointed at Sun Maotian's ugly look and whispered: "Third brother, what's wrong with him? Why do I feel like he wants to kill someone!"
Ye Anran clasped his hands behind his back, thinking that Sun Maotian must be angry with the workers because he had no way to go to the recruitment site!
He pushed open the conference room door.
The two wooden doors creaked, and the 75 people sitting around the table stood up with a clatter.
They all looked at Ye Anran, as if they had met a savior.
Sun Maotian, who was squatting on the side watching the stove boil water, raised his head in displeasure.
Seeing that it was Ye Anran, he stood up slowly.
Salute to Ye Anran and Ma Jinhai casually!
Before Ye Anran could say anything, Ma Jinhai had already begun to unbuckle his belt, "Sun Maotian, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with me?"
As he spoke, he rushed to educate Sun Maotian.
Ma Jinshan and Ma Jinhai are both their eldest and second brothers. They have been brothers who have been through life and death since they were beards.
Seeing Sun Maotian's troubled appearance, Ma Jinhai got angry and wanted to beat him on the spot.
Ye Anran grabbed Ma Jinhai.
"Second brother, Sun Maotian is my soldier. Even if he is beaten, I have to do it."
With that said, he took the belt from Ma Jinhai.
Sun Maotian's eyes were red, and he walked up to Ye Anran like a stubborn donkey, stood at attention, and saluted.
"Reporting to the commander of the regiment, infantry battalion commander Sun Maotian, I followed your instructions and served the Japanese the same way I served my ancestors. I did nothing wrong!"
"But if you want to smoke, I'll be waiting!"
It is said that the soldiers of the original Tiger Regiment were fierce and temperamental.
Ye Anran didn't believe it at first, but now he does!
As long as I can win the battle, it doesn't matter if I have a temper. Li Yunlong still has a temper! !
Ye Anran handed the belt to Ma Jinhai.
Ma Jinhai took the belt and was a little at a loss. Should he smoke it or not?
