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When Wang Xuexin and Li Dachui walked out of the regiment headquarters, Wang Xuexin had a handful of 38 caps on his back and ten bullets in his pocket... There were not many bullets, but there was no way around it. This was already the average amount of ammunition for the Eighth Route Army.
Wang Xuexin was so proud that he hummed a Northeastern ditty while walking along with his head bouncing in a drunken mood:
"You want me to bury you!"
"Who the hell doesn't want to be buried!"
"What kid wouldn't want to be buried..."
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The way he wears his military cap at an angle and wears the official button, coupled with his erratic and swaying steps, makes him look like a traitor in the play.
Li Dachui, a member of the enemy's Ministry of Industry, was holding two cans of cans in his arms, looking like a follower carrying things.
But Li Dachui didn't care about this. At this time, he hadn't recovered yet.
He tried to recall every word of the group leader, fearing that he might not understand it accurately.
"Withdrawal of the program? Who said it was going to be withdrawn?"
"I'm telling you, Li Dachui! Don't make me emotional. Whenever something big happens, just stage it for me. I won't do that!"
"Look at Xiao Dongbei, huh? He is proactive in his work, strong-willed and has high ideological consciousness!"
"Thankfully you are still a committee member, learn from others!"
Li Dachui didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stand up and say "yes" again and again.
After finishing, Li Yunlong took out two cans and handed them over, saying with sincerity:
"We in the Independent Group have a rule: whoever pays something will get it. If you have the ability, go and rob it from the Japanese. Don't be jealous of anyone."
"But the enemy's Ministry of Industry is in a special situation. You don't have many opportunities to go to the battlefield and you don't capture much."
"This is a reward for your meritorious service. We will consider improving your food as appropriate in the future!"
"However, you are not allowed to be proud, do you understand?"
Li Dachui stood up and responded: "I understand!"
In fact, Li Dachui understood nothing.
Meritorious service?
How long has it been since the Ministry of Enemy Industry heard this word?
Is it because of the bottom of the drill press?
Thinking of this, Li Dachui caught up with him in three steps at a time: "Xiao Dongbei, what did the leader say to you?"
"Squad leader!" Wang Xuexin put on a troubled look: "The leader won't let me talk, saying it's a military secret. You see..."
Li Dachui's expression was stagnant, and he was about to get angry, but when he thought it was an order from the regiment commander and it was a military secret, he shook his hand and said, "Hey, forget it! I don't want to know anyway!"
Li Dachui turned around and scratched his chest with a grin on his face. It was really uncomfortable to feel his heart hanging in the air.
The Enemy Industry Department was located in a thatched hut at the end of the village. Although it was a "department", there were only nine people including Li Dachui as a committee member.
Therefore, Li Dachui did not let them call them "committee" and only called them squad leader.
In his words: "Isn't it embarrassing for a committee member who leads eight soldiers to say that? We won't stick a green onion in a pig's nose. We can just call the squad leader!"
At this time, night fell, and the soldiers who had been scattered to paint slogans all returned.
"Why don't you see the monitor?" The old gentleman patted the white dust on his body and asked doubtfully.
The old gentleman is actually not old. He is in his prime in his early thirties. Before he joined the Eighth Route Army, he was a private man. He has good calligraphy and some literary talent. The enemy's Ministry of Industry relies on him to write leaflets.
The ugly boy who was chopping firewood outside the door stopped what he was doing when he heard this and shouted inside: "You don't know what? The squad leader was called by the group leader!"
The ugly baby was born tall and thick, with a ferocious look. He was a bit clumsy and could knock his own feet while holding the gun. The combat troops did not like him.
Li Dachui thought to himself that the Eighth Route Army was very lenient towards prisoners. If the prisoners were interrogated and they could not use their hands or guns, how could they carry out their work without someone to scare them? So Chouwa became a member of the enemy's engineering department.
When the ugly baby said this, everyone rushed out of the room.
"What? Was he called by the leader?"
"Do you know why?"
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The ugly boy shook his head and replied: "I... don't remember, it seems like he was leading troops or something!"
"It's broken!" The instructor looked around and said, "There is also Xiao Dongbei who hasn't arrived. It must be because of Xiao Dongbei's business!"
The instructor's surname was Wu. Originally, the squad-level establishment was not supposed to have instructors, but the enemy's Ministry of Industry was different. When interrogating prisoners, an instructor was needed to do ideological work for the prisoners.
But Instructor Wu was a little discouraged, because if the prisoners captured were Japs, it would be useless to do ideological work.
The prisoners we wanted to capture were probably puppet soldiers... There was no need to do any ideological work at all, we just knelt down on the spot.
So the instructor also did odd jobs in the enemy engineering department.
After a while, the old man broke the silence: "Let me tell you, it is better to arrange for Xiao Dongbei to go back to farm than to be in the army! Isn't there a saying? Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and local conditions, Xiao Dongbei is not a soldier!"
"That's right!" the little speaker continued: "As soon as I go to the battlefield, my legs become weak, and I get scared when I see the Japanese. He can't afford to throw this person away, and our enemy's Ministry of Industry will also suffer the same fate!"
The name of the little trumpet is Wu Guohao. He has a smooth tone and likes to gossip, so he got the nickname "little trumpet".
"Hey!" The instructor waved his hand to stop the two of them: "We are all revolutionary comrades, and there is no such thing as one being implicated in another. We should unite all the forces that can be united and not create divisions. Xiao Dongbei's situation is quite special. He came from enemy occupation.
Those who escaped from the area grew up under the bayonets of the Japanese and the white terror of the puppet troops. We must have full understanding and tolerance for such comrades. As long as we give Comrade Xiao Dongbei some time, I believe he will soon
Grow into a qualified warrior..."
At this time, two figures appeared in the night. Although he could not see clearly, the instructor recognized them at a glance as the squad leader and Xiao Dongbei.
The instructor quickly lowered his voice and confessed: "I'm back. No one of you is allowed to make sarcastic remarks for a while. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
"clear!"
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Several people responded one after another, but seemed a little reluctant.
Before everyone was mentally prepared, they heard Li Dachui yelling outside: "What are you doing standing still? Come out and help! This kid is drunk!"
"ah?"
"oh!"
"What?"
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Everyone ran out and saw the monitor, who was sweating profusely and carrying Xiao Dongbei, who smelled of alcohol and was snoring.
Before anyone could react, Li Dachui said "Hey!"
"Hurry up... this kid is drooling and sticky! Put him down quickly..."
Everyone carried Xiaodongbei over with all hands and feet, and were surprised to find that there was an extra 38-meter cover on his back.
"Squad leader, these 38 big guys..."
Before the speaker could finish speaking, Li Dachui threw two cans of meat over:
"Don't ask any questions, this kid has made a meritorious service!"
"It gives face to our enemy minister of industry!"