Zhao Ziming was furious and chased after him to beat someone. The two children flew to the door of the health team and shouted: "Sister Xiao Yezi, help me. {Book friends uploaded and updated}"

Ye Wei's eyes were red and he came out of the health team. He saw Zhao Ziming grab a child's group member, waved his big slap with a palm-leaf fan, and shouted quickly: "Stop!"

Zhao Ziming put down his slap embarrassedly and said with a smile: "What, I'm so funny with him." He said that, letting go of the child.

The two children ran behind Ye Wei and stretched out their tongues and blinked at him.

Ye Wei asked coldly: "What are you doing in Niumazhuang?"

Zhao Ziming raised his pocket containing the bullet case and said, "Well, I'll give you something."

Ye Wei sneered. Now the Eighth Route Army has replaced the cannons and seized a batch of weapons and ammunition in the county. Chen Zikun allocated a batch of supplies. The soldiers of the guard company have replaced the brand new 38 guns, and the bullet belt is filled with yellow Chengcheng's real bullets. Although the military factory is still processing and loading bullets, it is far less urgent than before.

"Who cares?" Ye Wei rolled his eyelids and asked with his arms around, "What's the matter with me?"

Zhao Ziming was so anxious that he scratched his head: "Well, let's go out for a walk."

Ye Wei smiled angrily: "Do you think I'm as idle as you? I'm working."

Zhao Ziming was speechless.

Ye Wei said impatiently: "Is there anything else? If it's okay, I'll go in."

Zhao Ziming was anxious and shouted: "If you don't have anything to do, can't you come to find you? I just care about you. What's wrong? I just want to get along with you. What's wrong? Is it okay? You can give me a correct word!"

It was noon, and the villagers were squatting at the door holding big bowls to watch the fun. They pointed and poked Ye Wei's face turned red, and they lowered their heads and said, "Let's come in, don't be embarrassed outside."

He pulled Zhao Ziming into the yard of the health team, sent two children's league members away, and said seriously: "Commander Zhao, please don't come to me in the future, it is impossible for me and you to do so."

Zhao Ziming said: "Why do you think you have someone in your heart when you say this? Who is it?" The fierce light appeared in your eyes.

Ye Wei said: "I have no one in my heart? It has nothing to do with you. You are a bandit, I am the Eighth Route Army. We will not violate the rivers."

Zhao Ziming said: "I am not a bandit, I am the commander of the Seventh Route of the Jiangbei Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Alliance appointed by Commander-in-Chief Chen."

Ye Wei said contemptuously: "That is the Kuomintang stubborn army, which is no different from the bandits. It is not the same as our Eighth Route Army."

Zhao Ziming said: "You are wrong. Do you understand the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party? I am **, you are the Communist Army. Let's combine, then the fight is the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. Chairman Jiang and you ** can cooperate, so we can't cooperate together?"

Ye Wei blushed: "Bah, the dog can't spit out ivory."

Zhao Ziming laughed and said, "I can't tell me, sister Xiaowei, I'll tell you the truth. Since I met you for the first time, I fell in love with you. No matter whether I was eating or sleeping, I always thought of you when I hit the Japanese. I miss you so much that I can't eat. If I can meet you, I can eat three big bowls when I go back."

Ye Wei whispered: "Food bucket."

Zhao Ziming said: "Miss Xiaowei, you..."

Ye Wei interrupted him and said, "Nothing is said, Lao Zhang from our detachment was captured by the Japanese military police when he was purchasing in Beitai. If you can save him, I will..."

"Just be my wife?" Zhao Ziming's eyes lit up.

"If you think beautifully, you will consider interacting with you." Ye Wei said.

"A small matter is a matter of slightest thing, just look at it." Zhao Ziming turned around and left, meeting Ye Xuefeng coming in, with two children's group members following behind him.

"Zi Ming is here, come to my room for a while." Ye Xuefeng said.

"No time." Zhao Ziming passed by him with a cold face and left.

Ye Xuefeng sighed and asked Ye Wei: "Nurse Ye, what are he here to do?"

Ye Wei's face turned red again: "He...Brother Ye, in fact, Zhao Ziming is a good person."

Ye Xuefeng said: "I know he is a good person. He was once a Red Army soldier."

Ye Wei was shocked: "What, Zhao Ziming has been the Red Army!"

"Yes, that's before the Long March. In the Jiangxi Soviet Area, his father was a senior party cadre and had been engaged in enemy behind the enemy for a long time. During the anti-counterfeiting, he was regarded as a mistaken killing of the Ab Group. Zhao Ziming thus misunderstood the party and left the army."

Ye Wei thought for a while and said, "Brother Ye, you knew him so, where were you then?"

Ye Xuefeng felt his face hot and said slowly: "I was working in the Security Department of the Political Department at that time."

Ye Wei opened her mouth wide. Although she had a short military experience, she also knew what the Security Department did. I guess Zhao Ziming's father died at the hands of Political Commissar Ye.

The past scenes came to my mind. At that time, Ye Xuefeng was still called Ye Kai. Because of his strong political quality, he was elected to serve as a security officer in the Security Department of the Political Department. After Zhao Dahai was arrested, the organization asked him to report and expose Zhao's evidence. He suffered for three days and remained silent. If it weren't for the leadership of the Security Department, he would have been almost retaliated.

Zhao Ziming was not aware of this matter and always believed that Ye Xuefeng would not save him when he died, and his brothers became ungrateful and had no right and were like strangers.

Just now, two children's group members came to report that the big bandit Zhao Ziming came to bully Nurse Ye and asked him to go and see him quickly. He wanted to take the opportunity to explain clearly, but he still couldn't speak when he met, because this experience was also a pain that Ye Xuefeng could not erase and could not let go.

"Comrade Xiaoye, if you have nothing to do, just keep working." Ye Xuefeng turned around and came to the detachment conference room. Wu Changqing was presided over the military meeting to rescue Lao Zhang. The room was filled with smoke and everyone was frowning. There was no good idea.

Old Zhang called Zhang Qifa. He used to be a technical worker in the Kuomintang Gongxian Military Factory. Later, he participated in the Eighth Route Army and was responsible for weapons research and development and manufacturing. He was an indispensable talent for the detachment. This time he sneaked into Beitai to purchase vernier calipers and other tools, but was betrayed by a traitor and captured by the Japanese military police. There has been no news yet.

"Comrade Zhang Qifa is the treasure of the detachment. Without him, the military factory will not be able to move, and the soldiers will have no ammunition to attack the enemy. Therefore, they will save the people at all costs!" Wu Changqing knocked on the table.

The comrades were at a loss and smoked hard. Beitai was a big city with a large number of Japanese soldiers stationed there. It was impossible to attack and rob the prison. If they were captured by the traitor detective team, they could still think of ways through relationships. If they were arrested by the gendarmerie, they could only leave it to fate.

Ye Xuefeng said: "Chen Zikun has been in Beitai for many years. It is said that Mayor Xiao Lang is his old friend. I think it can be cleared through his relationship."

Wu Changqing said: "Okay, prepare for the horse, I'll go find General Chen now."

...

Zhao Ziming was thinking about Ye Wei's words, but he didn't return to the station, so he rode his horse and rushed to Beitai. It was already evening when he arrived. He looked for a carriage shop outside the city, handed the horse to his servant, and told him: "Get the good feed and feed it, and you're asking if you don't have a horse's hair."

When the guy saw him wearing a black leather jacket and a box cannon on his waist, he was so scared that he didn't dare to let out. He was serving his war horse carefully. Zhao Ziming stalked to the counter and took two big shots: "Shopkeeper, one room is in the room, and help me find the clothes of ordinary people. Don't be too good, just half old."

"Okay, go to a room." The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face.

When the vicious guest entered the room, the guy came over and said, "Boss, this person is not good, maybe this one." He said that, and gave a thumbs up and index finger, and gestured the words Eight.

"Maybe it's the Eighth Route Army, maybe it's the men of Marshal Chen, or maybe it's bandits. Anyway, we can't afford to offend, so be careful to serve you." The shopkeeper said with a frown.

After resting for a night, the next morning, the guy went upstairs with a set of black cloth cotton robe and knocked on the door: "Customer, the clothes are delivered."

"Come in."

The young man pushed the door and saw the guest sitting at the table to clean the gun. The shiny long seedling box cannon was broken up. He wiped it carefully with cotton cloth. The yellow bullets were sprinkled all over the table. He didn't dare to talk nonsense. He put down his clothes and went out tremblingly.

"Stop!" Zhao Ziming shouted sternly.

The guy was so scared that he trembled, clamped his legs and almost urinated.

Zhao Ziming walked over and looked at him, suddenly took off his friend's felt hat and turned it around his fingertips twice: "I'll borrow this for two days."

"Cheng, Cheng." The guy dared not say anything.

Zhao Ziming took out a large ocean and stuffed it into his hand: "I won't lend you money for nothing." He said, grinning, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth.

After wearing a felt hat, a cotton robe, and trying his best to restrain his anger, Zhao Ziming walked into the city with a bag of bags on his back. Beitai is a big city, without the risk of guerrillas harassment, and the public security is quite good. Because it is an emerging city, there are no city walls and gates, only blocks are set up on the main traffic roads. Two listless puppet troops stood guard and did not check the pedestrians at all.

Zhao Ziming came to the near the gendarmerie and saw the deep courtyard with a very high wall, sandbags piled at the door, machine guns were installed, and there were sharp bowls and power grids on the wall. You could hear the barking of wolf dogs from a distance. It is said that the gendarmerie likes to feed human flesh to dogs, and the eyes of several wolf dogs were red, which was even more powerful than wolf.

It is impossible to attack strongly. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't stand a group of military police. Even if you save someone, you can't escape. You have to find another way.

When he returned to the inn, Zhao Ziming asked for a pot of white wine and a plate of braised beef. He drank the slutty wine. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the headache. Ye Wei was so hateful. He found such a difficult job for his brother, which was so fatal. If he really rescued Lao Zhang this time, he would see what she said, hum, he must kiss her twice and use his hard beard to prick her little face. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Zhao Ziming's face.

After drinking, I went downstairs to make wine with my wine pot. When I heard the shopkeeper chatting with someone, I said that the Japanese foreign companies in the city had monopolized the kerosene business and the price had risen several points, and I had to buy it there, and no one else had to sell it.

"Oh, the Japanese have occupied our place, but they have also robbed our Chinese business. This life is getting harder and harder." The shopkeeper looked up and saw Zhao Ziming, and hurriedly filled with smiles: "Customer, what do you want?"

"I heard you talk about Japanese foreign companies, where is it?" Zhao Ziming asked casually.

"On Boai Street, the original storefront of Mobil Oil Company is now called Mitsui Yoko."

"How many Japanese are there?"

"I don't know, there are four or five common people, and there are more than a dozen Chinese guys. The manager of the foreign company's surname is Sakai. He is in his forties and comes with his wife and children..."

Before the shopkeeper could finish his words, Zhao Ziming had already left the empty wine pot and went out.


Chapter completed!