As soon as the chief heard the feedback from the chief of staff, he laughed happily: "This little Northeast has a lot of tricks! I'm afraid we old guys are not smart! It makes sense, write it down!"
"I have already noted it down!" the chief of staff replied.
The chief saw something wrong with the chief of staff's face and asked, "What? You seem to have a problem with Xiao Dongbei?"
"No!" The chief of staff shook his head: "How can I have any objection to Xiao Dongbei? What an outstanding soldier!"
"Then what are you..."
"Chief!" the chief of staff said helplessly: "I'm not satisfied with myself. Look at me..."
As he spoke, the chief of staff showed the roster and the tunnel sketch, and said with a grimace: "I've been working on it for a long time, and I thought we were inseparable. Who would have thought..."
The chief laughed loudly: "What? You can't stand it when people point out your mistakes? I also had a share in this sketch. Didn't you also approve it with me? If there are mistakes, you have to correct them. What's the point of being embarrassed?
of!"
"That's not what I meant..." the chief of staff said, but the expression on his face proved that was what he meant.
After a pause, the chief of staff said: "Chief, do you think I am not suitable for this job? How about replacing me with someone else?"
The chief laughed angrily at the chief of staff: "You just suffered such a slight setback and then gave up? This is not your style!"
"But……"
"You can't do it!" the chief said: "You are our chief of staff, if you can't do it, who else can? No one has done this before, everyone has no experience, and only that little Northeastern guy has a lot of tricks, we won't follow him
Let’s compare!”
As he spoke, the chief patted the chief of staff on the shoulder, pushed the roster and sketches back to the chief of staff, and encouraged: "If you change again, don't have any emotions. We are all old revolutionaries and old Red Army soldiers. For the sake of revolutionary work,
Keep holding on!”
The chief of staff nodded with a grimace.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to lose face. He doesn’t even risk his life as a soldier, so why would he care about that little face?
The problem was that Xiao Dongbei was so mean... The chief of staff, who was originally very interested, had no confidence at all. He felt that no matter how he changed it, it would be wrong. When the time came, Xiao Dongbei glanced at him and pointed out a lot of things.
question.
And it was in front of others, so where could he put his old face as chief of staff?
What? All this going around is still a matter of face!
I don’t know how that little Dongbei’s head grows. They were both born from his parents, so why is his head different?
In fact, Wang Xuexin still took the chief of staff's face into consideration.
Because there are still a lot of unanswered questions here.
On the one hand, Wang Xuexin saw something wrong with the Chief of Staff's face, and was embarrassed to hit the Chief of Staff too hard.
On the other hand, Wang Xuexin thought that if he finished all the questions at once, it would inevitably arouse suspicion... Have you been through the treatment? How come you understand everything and yet you don't want to let others live?
Therefore, Wang Xuexin decided to hide it a bit and talk about it slowly later, so that he could conduct experiments to find problems, as long as it did not affect the overall process of constructing the tunnel.
The office left a desk for Wang Xuexin. It was actually a dining table used by fellow villagers. It had no drawers and had several holes on the tabletop. There was a stack of paper on the tabletop, and a pencil sharpening knife was placed on it.
I thought it was for Wang Xuexin to draw the tunnel.
There was a long wooden stool with four legs placed in front of the table. When I sat on it, I found it was uneven and swayed like a seesaw when I moved.
The Eighth Route Army has this condition, even the commander's office is no exception.
"I said comrade." At this time, Lao Hei spoke up.
He almost startled Wang Xuexin when he spoke... Lao Hei is a person who is easily ignored. Wang Xuexin discovered that this was not entirely because he was a black man, but because he had no sense of existence.
"Uncle Zhang!" Wang Xuexin was a little embarrassed: "Look, I almost forgot about you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Comrade!" Lao Hei asked, "Do we really want to use this tunnel to fight the Japanese?"
"Of course it's true!" Wang Xuexin took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, pulled one out and handed it to Lao Hei.
Lao Hei was obviously startled. He did not take the cigarette, but stared straight at the cigarette case in Wang Xuexin's hand, and habitually hid in the shadows.
When Wang Xuexin looked at the cigarette in his hand, he saw that it was the "Light" brand cigarette of the Japanese army. Half of the sun was exposed on the cigarette box, and there were many lights around it, just like the Japanese army flag.
Wang Xuexin explained: "Uncle Zhang, I got this from the Japanese. Can you... have one?"
Lao Hei shook his head, with deep fear in his eyes.
Wang Xuexin didn't force himself, he put the cigarette in his mouth casually, thought about it, put it away and put it in his pocket.
Wang Xuexin can understand Lao Hei.
Put yourself in their shoes and imagine that you were locked up in a mine by the Japanese for several years without seeing the light of day. The only thing you could do was work or die. That life was really not a human life.
This may be the reason why Lao Hei had to hide when he saw the Japanese smoke. He was frightened by the Japanese.
Wang Xuexin moved a small wooden stool and sat in front of Lao Hei, and said slowly: "Uncle Zhang, what do you mean, do you have any opinions on tunnel warfare?"
"No... no objection!" Lao Hei answered holding the cigarette rod.
But this is obviously not the truth, because Wang Xuexin can clearly see that his hands are shaking and the smoke is rising from the cigarette rod in sections.
After a long while, Lao Hei said from behind the smoke: "Comrades, you have to think clearly. If the devils blow up the tunnel, it's not a joke. If the whole tunnel collapses, how many people will be buried?"
where?"
When Wang Xuexin heard this, he understood what Lao Hei was worried about.
Wang Xuexin didn't explain to Lao Hei. He was in the shadow of terror. If you explained to him what was going on with the tunnel, how difficult it was for the Japanese to blow it up, etc., he wouldn't listen at all.
Wang Xuexin nodded and followed Lao Hei's words: "We have thought about this. There is definitely a danger. But there is nothing we can do to fight the Japanese..."
"Didn't you fight well?" Lao Hei looked at Wang Xuexin doubtfully: "We just won two battles. Are you the one they call Little Northeast?"
"Yes!" Wang Xuexin nodded.
"Isn't that what happened?" Lao Hei asked back: "It would be great to fight the Japanese with open swords and guns! Do you have to hide in this tunnel?"
"We are... there are people in the tunnels, and there are people with open swords and guns." Wang Xuexin didn't know how to explain to Lao Hei.
After thinking for a while, Wang Xuexin continued: "Uncle Zhang, let me tell you this! Do the Japanese dare to go down to the mine where you used to live?"
Lao Hei shook his head and said: "A few come down occasionally, but most of them are traitors!"
"That's right!" Wang Xuexin said: "The Japs don't dare to enter the tunnel, they have to rely on the traitors. They can say bombing, but it's not because the traitors gave the Japs a clear picture of the mine? If we dig a tunnel...
…The devil can’t see anything on the ground, so where can he blow up?”
Lao Hei didn't say anything, he just held the cigarette rod in his mouth and smoked by himself.