Lin Zhong was stunned, "Huh?"
Staff officer Zuo: "Huh?"
The boss said excitedly: "I also had a dream a few days ago, in which I was seriously injured..."
"So I can't eat or sleep these days. I always feel that something bad will happen."
"I didn't expect that this guy Lin Zhong would also dream about it!"
"His grandma's heart is so connected!"
Lin Zhong: "..."
this...
Can this also be a coincidence?
Suddenly, Lin Zhong frowned, stared at the boss, and said: "Boss, I think this must be because Staff Zuo is serving the country and the people, and is favored by God, so God gave us a reminder in advance, thinking that we should hurry up Take precautions!”
The boss nodded solemnly, "Yes, it makes sense! It makes sense!"
"I think so too!"
"Lao Zuo, starting from today, I will send you two more guards!"
"I will always keep you safe, and nothing will happen to you!"
The corner of Staff Zuo's mouth twitched, "Is this something a Marxist-Leninist can say?"
"Boss, I think...it's not necessary!"
Who would have known that the boss's eyes were extremely firm and he would definitely insist on sending two more teams of guards.
I have no choice but to do this.
Even eight horses can't bring back what the boss decides.
Lin Zhong's face filled with a smile, "This is the right thing to do."
Having two teams of guards to protect me would make me feel more at ease.
Lin Zhong left the headquarters a few minutes later.
I took the monk Duan Peng to find an empty house in the village to send the report.
Forty thousand troops arrived soon after!
It's just that it will take nearly a day for the army to arrive. During this day, we need to do our best to protect the safety of the headquarters.
On the bed, the monk, who had been thirsty for almost a day, drank cold water.
Lin Zhong smiled and said, "Boy, the water in the stove will boil soon, so you can't wait any longer."
The monk smiled and said, "Hey, I grew up drinking cold water."
"By the way, Commander, I'm confused. I heard from the brothers here that there are not 30,000 armed forces scattered in various counties nearby."
"Why don't you just do it? If you don't dare, I will lead the team!"
The monk bared his big teeth, and Lin Zhong rolled his eyes at him.
"You know so much!"
"It is said that there are 30,000 armed forces, but it is slightly stronger than the militia. Most of them are from guerrillas and have not experienced many wars at all."
"The troops are not strong in combat effectiveness and do not have heavy weapons. How can they resist the Japanese raids?"
"Stop talking about you, MacArthur will have to shake his head when he comes."
The monk made a cry, feeling dissatisfied and wondering who he was looking down on!
An hour later, before Lin Zhong could take a sip of hot water in a weed house, suddenly a communications soldier from the headquarters ran over.
"Report to Commander Lin, this is given to you by the boss."
Lin Zhong took over the slip from the communications soldier's hand.
"Appointment letter?"
Monk Duan Peng came together.
"Commander, the boss wants you to lead the team here to delay the Japanese troops in the rear."
The monk immediately became angry after hearing this, "Commander, you are the commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan, with tens of thousands of troops under your command, and now you are asked to be the guerrilla captain?"
"Isn't this overkill!"
Lin Zhong smiled, "It doesn't matter."
"This is organizational trust. What kind of commander is not a commander? Only being able to defeat the Japanese will help the overall situation. So what if you become the guerrilla captain?"
"Okay, follow me to the guerrilla headquarters immediately to report!"
"I hope I won't kick you if you delay the retreat of the headquarters!"
Monk Duan Peng immediately saluted, "It's the commander!"
Setting off immediately, Duan Peng drove a military truck straight to the local guerrilla headquarters according to the instructions on the map.
Xiong County, a small village in Mijia Town.
The village is full of old houses, and all guerrillas live in the village.
After receiving the order, several captains from the guerrilla brigade headquarters immediately brought people to the entrance of the village to greet them.
Captain Chen Jingtian and deputy captain Sun Ren, one fat and one thin, one black and one white, wearing Eighth Route Army hats and a tortoise shell on their waists.
"Old Chen, more than 4,000 people have been transferred to us from above. Adding in the number of us before, the number is almost 8,000!"
"We call them guerrillas, but in fact there are more people than a brigade!"
"Hehe, our two captains are no worse than the brigade commander and so on!"
The thin boy Sun Ren said with a smile, with a proud look on his face.
Chen Jingtian: "Old Sun, you can't say that. Those official positions are all nonsense. The superiors suddenly transferred many of us to us. We have to complete the task well to be on the right track."
"Stop thinking about all that mess every day."
Sun Ren shrugged.
The two of them led a team and squatted behind an earthen wall and waited for a while but still saw no one. They couldn't help but feel a bit resentful in their hearts.
"Old Chen, who is this person you mentioned coming here? We have been waiting for a long time!"
"If you ask me, even if you come here, it's just a situation. There are really not many people with real skills in the headquarters. To me, they are all just showy!"
"Okay, Old Sun, please stop saying a few words. The soldiers behind will be listening. It will have a bad influence!"
Chen Jingtian scolded.
This Sun Ren is good at everything, but he is too arrogant. It is very difficult to convince him.
So now he is very afraid of people coming from above, and he will have conflicts with them when the time comes.
A few minutes later, suddenly the sound of a car was heard in the dust.
"Damn it, Commander, the roads marked on this map are all wrong. It's a shame that we took several wrong roads to find this place!" the monk yelled.
"Okay, stop complaining, we're here anyway."
Driving to the entrance of the village, as soon as they got off the car, the two captains rushed out with their people. They were all surprised to see the three people in the car so young.
Chen Jingtian stepped forward and saluted solemnly, "I am the guerrilla leader here, Chen Jingtian."
"You were sent down from the headquarters, right?"
Lin Zhong smiled and took out the letter of appointment with the headquarters seal.
After seeing it, everyone felt relieved.
"Let's go, let's take you to understand our situation first, so that we can start our work later." Chen Jingtian said.
Lin Zhong nodded, "Okay, you lead the way."
Sun Ren, who was at the back, glanced at the military truck and secretly smacked his lips. He saw that it was the treasure of the headquarters. Can this fight a war?
"If you ask me, I just came here to get gold plating! Humph!" Sun Ren snorted coldly.
Chen Jingtian and Lin Zhong walked towards the center of the village. There were mud houses on both sides, and a few guns poked out from time to time.
Lin Zhong saw that this was the old guerrilla.
It didn't take long for the situation to be understood.
Suddenly, Chen Jingtian asked: "By the way, Lao Lin, seeing that you know so much about guerrilla tactics, what kind of guerrilla are you from?"
"Why haven't I heard of it before?"
