Zhang Yunfei didn't really expect the local organizations to be of much help. This place had always been occupied by the enemy, and the Japanese and puppet troops had low eyelids. The struggle situation would only be more severe and difficult than in the base area, and life would not be easy.

But they are not helpless. The Japanese raids may come at any time, and the New Ninth Regiment may be transferred at any time.

However, the wounded in the army were in urgent need of resettlement, so they could only be entrusted to local comrades.

There is no way around this. Although the local situation is also full of difficulties and they still have to face the detection of the Japanese and traitors, the troops now have no fixed location and have to move quickly at any time, and they take some dangerous and difficult roads.

It was simply inconvenient to march with them, and the conditions of the troops were not much better, and it was not conducive for him to recuperate from his injuries. Considering the two factors, he had no choice but to let them stay in the place to recuperate.

Who really wants to leave the army? There is no other way.

Fortunately, the political commissar was there to handle these troublesome matters, which at least spared Zhang Yunfei from having to face the sad and reluctant eyes of the wounded.

Facing their pitiful eyes, I always feel as if I have abandoned them.

Soon, the scouts brought a local cadre, Yang Zhiming, secretary of the Zhengbeizhuang branch, a man in his thirties.

By the way, his image is that of an out-and-out Taihang mountain man, but his secretary is not the kind of village party secretary of later generations.

Huaide was an area controlled by the Japanese before, and had a long-term confrontation with the Kuomintang troops. The Japanese had very strong control over the area.

Therefore, the anti-Japanese forces in Huaide can only be dispersed in remote areas. Because the Japanese blockade is tight, it is very difficult to communicate with each other.

They could only establish branches to carry out anti-war activities independently. Although they were named after villages, they were actually first-level leadership organizations.

This Secretary Yang was not a farmer. Before the Anti-Japanese War broke out, he was a primary school teacher and an out-and-out cultural man. It was only after the Japanese invaded his hometown that he abandoned literature and joined the military and joined the Anti-Japanese War.

Strictly speaking, he and Zhang Yunfei joined the Eighth Route Army at about the same time, and if party membership is counted, it may be a few months shorter than Zhang Yunfei's.

It was not easy to persist in the war of resistance in an area where the Japanese forces were strong, and it forced him, a typical cultural man, to look like this.

Secretary Yang also leads a guerrilla group of more than thirty people. If we have to define their nature, they can be regarded as a district squad.

Perhaps the Eighth Route Army had similar visions in choosing places. Zhengbeizhuang was a village a few miles away from Dayuegou, and the New Ninth Regiment found them without much difficulty.

Secretary Yang also readily agreed to accept the wounded from the New Ninth Regiment, and Zhang Yunfei was very satisfied with this.

Zhang Yunfei had to let the wounded stay to recuperate, and Zhang Yunfei felt very guilty. The Japanese and puppet troops were currently carrying out crazy raids, and the traitor detective teams were also arresting anti-Japanese people everywhere.

Keeping the wounded at this time is still very dangerous for these wounded, but the troops have limited conditions and cannot take care of them, so they can only choose a relatively safe and reliable place.

Although the guerrilla group led by Secretary Yang is small in size and has poor conditions, it can be seen that their small base is still very stable.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to survive under the pressure of the Japanese soldiers.

The problem of arranging the wounded was solved, but as for the enemy's situation, Zhang Yunfei still had a dark look and didn't understand anything.

Secretary Yang and his colleagues are in an isolated anti-Japanese island, and they are very familiar with the situation on their one-third of an acre of land.

But as for the situation outside, I don't know anything about it. I'm just a district team, so I can't ask for too much.

Zhang Yunfei's New Ninth Regiment itself operates on the fringes of the Eighth Route Army base area, and Secretary Yang's guerrilla group is even more peripheral. Moreover, they are in a special position. The surrounding Japanese and puppet troops are powerful and the blockade is also very tight.

Their contact with their superiors is intermittent.

Of course, for a district team like them, there is actually no big deal and they have to keep in touch with their superiors all day long.

"Secretary Yang, let's do this. I see that your guerrillas are all shotguns and big blades. I will equip your district team with weapons, each with a gun and ten rounds of ammunition."

Zhao Wenzhou and Secretary Yang were talking about everything, but Zhang Yunfei shocked him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Commander Yang, you'd better tell me what you need us to do." No one in the Eighth Route Army is rich. A local guerrilla like them can laugh out of their dreams if they have one or two good guns.

As a cultural person, he always firmly believes that pie in the sky will not fall into the sky. If the army gives them a few rifles and ammunition, it is a sign of friendship.

But Chief Zhang Da was so generous when he made a move, which made him feel nervous.

"Secretary Yang, what are you talking about? I don't see any difficulties here, so I'd better support you if you can." Zhang Yunfei said a little embarrassed when he saw the look on his face that looked like you were confused.

"There's really nothing for us to do?"

"Really not, why, you don't want it yet, then fine, if you don't want it, then I won't give it to you." Zhang Yunfei was really speechless.

"Haha, then I will thank Captain Zhang on behalf of the local comrades." Yang Zhiming was so excited that he took Zhang Yunfei's hand and shook it vigorously, which made Zhang Yunfei's elbow feel uncomfortable.

Secretary Yang said he was a scholar, but his hands were so strong.

At this time, Yang Zhiming couldn't care about anything else. He wanted to take advantage of it first. As for the troops who might have requests from him, that was nothing to worry about. He had to cooperate with the troops anyway.

"Lao Zhang, what do you want the local government to do?" Zhao Wenzhou asked after Zhang Yunfei sent Yang Zhiming away.

Secretary Yang had a suspicious look on his face and almost said quickly: You haven't even said what you want me to do. He walked away in three steps and turned around. When he thought of this, Zhao Wenzhou wanted to laugh.

"Political Commissar, your thinking is wrong. Can't I sincerely support the place?" Zhang Yunfei looked at him speechlessly.

Zhao Wenzhou: "..."

As a political cadre, this is really hard to say. Even so, everyone in the Eighth Route Army is one family.

But even if we are a family, there are still some close friends. It is true to support some weapons, but giving too much will make it feel fishy.

"I thought you wanted them to recruit soldiers for us." Zhao Wenzhou didn't say a word. He felt that Zhang Yunfei wanted to recruit the entire district team.

In this way, the left hand turns to the right hand, giving away favors and getting benefits. Not only does it not lose anything, but it attracts a group of people.

"How is it possible? There are only a few people in their area. Even if they bring all the women, old and young in the area to count, they may not be enough." Naturally, Zhang Yunfei didn't know how much the political commissar thought of him, and smiled.

He explained, "Speaking of selfishness, I still have some. Strengthening the strength of their local guerrillas is also a guarantee for the safety of our wounded."

After hearing this, Zhao Wenzhou was silent. The Japanese were pressing harder and harder. The Eighth Route Army had to evacuate immediately after the battle. Many injured who were unable to move had to be arranged to recuperate at the homes of fellow villagers.

This hasty arrangement may have been able to evade the Japanese, but it could not hide it from the traitor lackeys who were very familiar with the local area.

They were killed by this gang of traitors, and sometimes they even harmed the well-meaning villagers.
Chapter completed!