Zhao Ziming accompanied Lao Zhang to remove the gun in the workshop. A group of technicians surrounded him and watched. He was amazed. The gun was so beautiful, with a shiny wooden support, a blue barrel shining with a faint light, and the metal parts were smooth and smooth. It was just right to hold it in his hand. It could hold fifteen rounds of bullets in the magazine, and the Czech light machine gun was only twenty rounds of magazines. The firepower was really unspeakable.

Old Zhang was busy for a long time, but was stunned when he saw the bullet: "We can't build this bullet. We have never seen the caliber or shell. The level of the base area cannot keep up, so we are in vain."

Someone even made a move: "Isn't it okay to reduce the amount of medicine with a shell of 65?"

Lao Zhang said: "How can that work? If you consider too much about designing a gun, it will not be randomly stolen."

Everyone was busy, and suddenly the correspondent ran in and grabbed Zhao Ziming: "Look for you everywhere, the groom is out of the scene, how can the wedding be held?"

It turned out that today was a good day for Zhao Ziming and Ye Wei to get married. Everyone was waiting in the auditorium, but the groom disappeared.

Zhao Ziming screamed that he was not good, so he quickly pulled out to the dormitory to change his clothes, not even carbine.

In the auditorium, there were crowds of people and lights were decorated. The Eighth Route Army held a wedding with different colors and was naturally different from the masses. Several long tables were filled with peanuts, melon seeds and colorful candy paper. There were red double joys on the windows, and the portraits of Commander-in-Chief Zhu were hung on the wall. They were simple, simple, solemn and grand.

"Here's here." People let out a burst of laughter and let Zhao Ziming in. Ye Wei was already standing in the auditorium, wearing a clean fine cloth military uniform, with two braids hanging down, and her hair was washed with soap beans. It was black and shiny. When he saw Zhao Ziming coming in, he gave him a vicious look.

Zhao Ziming was also dressed very casually today, with big horse boots in military uniforms, which was the outfit he longed for most since childhood. When he was a child, he saw Chen Zikun wearing this in Beijing, but now he finally took advantage of the opportunity to get married and has also enjoyed it.

The groom is majestic and handsome, and the bride is as beautiful as a flower. She is born with a pair of pairs. Someone shouted below: "Commander Zhao, perform one."

Zhao Ziming laughed and said, "Okay, I'll just sing a piece."

He opened his mouth and said, "Changbanpo, Zhao Zilong, the Cao soldiers killed all fled..." The lower place applauded and asked Ye Wei to come.

The leaders of the provincial party committee sat behind a long table, whispering to each other. A cadre wearing glasses asked Ye Xuefeng: "Xiao Ye, why do the masses call him Commander Zhao."

Ye Xuefeng said: "Comrade Zhao Ziming used to be the commander of the 13th Route to fight against Japan and rescue **, and the masses shouted "

"Oh" The cadre looked at Zhao Ziming's horse boots thoughtfully, and became scheming in his heart, saying, "This Zhao Ziming dresses like a warlord, he has not joined the party."

Ye Xuefeng said: "This comrade is brave in fighting, but he is relatively backward in politics."

The cadre said: "Political Commissar Ye, you have to maintain the purity of the cadre team and the party. You have a heavy burden."

Ye Xuefeng smiled and didn't talk to each other anymore.

Chen Zikun's arrival sparked a small slap, and everyone applauded enthusiastically for a long time. The leaders of the provincial party committee took the lead in applauding and invited Chen Zikun to come on stage to be the witness.

"Please ask Commander Wu to join me. I am a family member of my mother's family." Chen Zikun invited Wu Changqing to the stage together. Now the Daqingshan Detachment has been expanded into the Jiangbei Column, and Wu Changqing is a real column commander.

Wu Changqing happily agreed and came to the stage to co-chair.

A comrade of the provincial party committee muttered in a low voice: "What kind of mother-in-law's family members are all from our Eighth Route Army."

Ye Xuefeng whispered to him: "Chen Zikun is Zhao Ziming's uncle, and the two families are family friends. He did not say this from a political standpoint."

"Oh, that's how it is." The man suddenly realized.

After the wedding ceremony, Chen Zikun said: "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. I just gave me ten American carbines and sent two thousand bullets over.

Wu Changqing said: "You two are you, thank General Chen, right?"

Zhao Ziming and Ye Wei bowed. The two of them had different names, one called Uncle and the other called General Chen.

"Call me uncle, you will be the wife of the Zhao family in the future, so you have to change your words." Zhao Ziming showed the aura of the head of the family and said to Ye Wei.

Ye Wei lowered his eyebrows and shouted to Uncle, and Chen Zikun was overjoyed: "Be good."

"How about it, uncle, let's be obedient." Zhao Ziming smiled proudly.

Ye Wei pinched his waist hard.

Seeing their intimate appearance, Chen Zikun couldn't help but think of the days when she was with Xia Xiaoqing back then. She was so arrogant and cute. Time flies, and it has been more than twenty years in a flash...

Ten carbines were wedding gifts for Zhao Ziming, so he naturally had to equip his spy company. However, Zhao Ziming only had one, which was given to Ye Wei for self-defense. Although the pistol was small, it was not easy to hit the target. As a self-defense weapon for second-tier personnel, carbines were more suitable.

The rest of the guns were handed over to the organization to uniformly allocate them, and were equipped to the guards, communicators of the column headquarters, and two more for Lao Zhang to dismantle them and measure and copy them. Even if he could not have a large amount of equipment, it would be good to learn the design ideas of the Americans.

Chen Zikun ended his visit to the Eighth Route Army base and returned to the base. Before leaving, he told Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng: "General Stilwell, the Chief of Staff of the Allied Chinese Theater, plans to do a pilot project. I think your column is quite suitable."

Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng exchanged their eyes, suppressed their excitement and said, "What pilot."

Chen Zikun said: "The Americans want to arm the CSR teams of dozens of divisions against the Japanese. They will not flow to outsiders' fields. I recommend you."

Ye Xuefeng said: "General Chen, why didn't you mention this matter in front of the provincial party committee leader just now?"

Chen Zikun said: "I have never liked to deal with people who engage in politics. This is a military matter. They don't understand, so what's there to talk about."

Wu Changqing said cheerfully: "Since General Chen trusts us, we will not disappoint you. The Eighth Route Army welcomes you at any time and welcomes American friends to visit."

Chen Zikun and others drove away in a jeep. Ye Xuefeng said: "Lao Wu, this matter is very important. I think we must communicate with the Special Committee and the Provincial Committee."

Wu Changqing said: "Send a correspondent to report immediately. No, let's go in person. This matter is too important. It is related to the future of the Eighth Route Army, our party and even China."

After receiving the report, the leaders of the Special Committee and the Provincial Party Committee attached great importance to it and decided to work hard to carry out the reception work while sending a telegram to Yan'an to report.

The headquarters was very busy, but Zhao Ziming and Ye Wei were leisurely and leisurely. The organization gave them a week's wedding leave. They were walking in the nearby woods. They used to date secretly, but now they are walking together openly.

"You are OK on the day of your wedding." As he walked, Ye Wei suddenly changed his face.

Zhao Ziming said: "Hehe, I know you are holding a grudge. What are you afraid of when I am so arrogant in front of my uncle? There are so many hairs. Besides, my wife has to listen to men. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors. Even our Eighth Route Army must abide by it."

Ye Wei said: "Commander Zhao, your feudal thoughts and machismoism are too serious. I have to remind you that if you don't reform yourself, I will take measures."

Zhao Ziming smiled and said, "It's all my people, can you fly?"

Speaking of this, Ye Wei was both ashamed and angry. Although the two were engaged, they had not crossed the line. Ye Wei meant to get married after they beat the Japanese away, otherwise having children would delay work. However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Once, Zhao Ziming got drunk after winning a battle. He ran into the dormitory of the health team in the middle of the night and pushed Ye Wei down... His stomach was so big that he couldn't cover it up, so he had to report to get married. The report was approved by Political Commissar Ye. Ye Wei still remembered Ye Xuefeng's eyes at that time, which was an indescribable loneliness.

Ye Wei raised his fist, Zhao Ziming became even more proud and stretched out his head and said, "You hit me."

"You have thick skin and thick flesh, so I won't beat you. I'll beat your baby." Ye Wei made a gesture to beat his stomach, and Zhao Ziming immediately surrendered: "I'll change, I can't do it."

Ye Wei chuckled: "Say, what's wrong? How to change it."

...

After Chen Zikun came back, Chen Qilin learned that he wanted to use US aid to arm the Eighth Route Army and hurriedly persuaded: "You must not raise a tiger as a disaster. The Eighth Route Army is good at fighting. Isn't it better to use American weapons to add wings to the tiger? Besides, the Jiangbei Column is right at home, so how can others snore beside the bed?"

Chen Zikun said: "Your words make sense, but you might as well look at the problem from another perspective. Britain and the United States decided to open up a second battlefield in Europe, first solve Germany and then Japan. This is the highest resolution of the allies. We have no ability to reverse it. In this way, the people in the enemy-occupied areas will have to endure several years of torture. We cannot wait for others to rescue them. We have to rely on ourselves in everything. If we can't count on it, we can only rely on the Eighth Route Army."

"I still say the same thing, raising a tiger is a disaster." Chen Qilin said anxiously.

"You are too worried. If you divide it according to ideology, the Soviet Union is the number one enemy in the free world. But in order to deal with the Nazis, 30% of the US military aid was given to the Soviet Union. Americans are not afraid of raising tigers. If we are generous with others, what can we worry about? Besides, weapons and equipment rely entirely on logistics. If the day when the swords and weapons meet, their supply will be cut off, and those American weapons will become fire sticks."

Although his words did not dispel Chen Qilin's concerns, at least he temporarily accepted the decision.

Half a month later, a C47 transport plane flew from Chongqing, carrying a group of American officials. They came to Jiangbei to inspect the combat situation of the Eighth Route Army. The leader was Lieutenant Colonel Chanders, and the highest rank was Brigadier General Chen Zikun. However, he never wore American and Chinese uniforms. He went anywhere he was wearing green Zhongshan uniforms without military rank signs.

The Eighth Route Army had already made preparations, and an elite company of soldiers served as a guard of honor and lined up on the school ground to welcome the inspection of the US military delegation.

Yishui's homemade military uniform, leggings, canvas bullet belts, the new 38 covers and crooked handles pieced together from each company, and the Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun placed in front. This is the most powerful lineup of the Jiangbei Column.

But in the eyes of the US military, these are just old antiques from World War I.
Chapter completed!