"Director Zhou, this guy surnamed Yang is too arrogant. Who is he? He dared to leave us here for almost half an hour. I think he doesn't want to be the captain anymore!"
In the living room of the town hall in Jieshou Town, several people wearing gray cotton-padded jackets were sitting here. The water in the teacups had been refilled several times.
Yang Ling's delay in showing up made a major adjutant who came to the capital following General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, seem a little impatient.
"Sir, please have tea, please have tea..."
Qian Fuming, the clerk who was temporarily transferred to receive the guests at the ceremony, saw the major officer's impatient look and was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, but there was nothing he could do. He had already sent someone to notify Yang Ling, but he still didn't come.
, he didn’t withdraw either, he could only stay here and refill the cup again and again.
"Drink tea, drink tea, you know how to give us more tea, this tea is tasteless-" Another arrogant adjutant placed the tea cup heavily on the table, also very dissatisfied.
"Sirs, wait a minute. I will send someone to see if Chief Yang is back. Mainly, our Chief Yang is too busy with military affairs. We just had a bloody battle with the Japanese. We don't have enough manpower. All aspects need to be handled by Chief Yang personally.
, please forgive me for my slightness..." Qian Fuming tried his best to delay time as tactfully as possible.
"Hurry up and call that man named Yang over. You've neglected Director Zhou and you won't get any good results from him!" the major's adjutant urged.
"Hey, why are you so anxious? Everyone said that the military affairs are busy. It's only been half an hour and you can't sit still?"
Seeing his adjutant looking impatient, the director of the Political Department, General Zhou Fu, was sitting there calmly and calmly.
"Director Zhou, it's not that we are in a hurry. I saw that this man named Yang raised his tail in the sky after winning a battle and didn't take you seriously..." the major adjutant explained with an aggrieved look.
General Zhou Fu, director of the theater political department, smiled and said: "I don't think there is any neglect. There is someone here to entertain us, and they have good tea. We came here uninvited. We are just disturbing others from handling military affairs. Why?"
It can be said that they don't care about us, so if you can't sit still, you can go outside and walk around."
The two adjutants looked at each other and both shrank their necks. The cold wind was howling outside, who would want to go out and suffer.
Qian Fuming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the director of the Political Department, General Zhou Fu, speak. He did not expect that this officer was so easy to talk to, otherwise he would not have known how to respond.
"You go and do your work, we'll just sit here and wait a little longer."
Seeing Qian Fuming still standing nearby and smiling, the director of the Political Department, General Zhou Fu, waved him to go to work.
"Yes, sir."
Qian Fuming exited the room as if he had been granted amnesty, and hurriedly called the guards, asking them to go and see what was going on over there at Yang Ling, who hadn't come yet.
At this moment, Yang Ling, surrounded by a group of staff officers, strode into the courtyard of the town office.
When Qian Fuming saw that Yang Ling had finally passed, he rushed forward as if he had found his backbone.
"Sir Yang, if you don't come over, I don't know what to do." Qian Fuming also reported to Yang Ling with a grimace.
Yang Ling smiled and said: "Why, what else can be difficult to live with?"
Qian Fuming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Director Zhou has a good temper, but the two lieutenants he brought are not good birds. They keep encouraging you to say bad things about you, sir."
Yang Ling waved his hand and said: "It's okay, thank you for your hard work. You go and prepare the food first. I'll go right away."
"What standard should dinner be prepared according to?" Qian Fuming asked Yang Ling. After all, this person is the lieutenant general director of the theater headquarters, so he cannot be neglected.
Yang Ling thought for a while and then ordered: "Let's prepare the meals as we usually do. Also, see if we can get a fish, make a braised fish, and make a few pots to cook knives. It can warm us up in this weather."
"Yes, I'll get ready right away." Qian Fuming wrote it down and then strode away.
Yang Ling then straightened out his wrinkled military uniform, took a deep breath, and strode towards the living room.
He had just confirmed with the provincial commissioner that the person arriving at the border was indeed Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the political department of the theater headquarters.
Although Yang Ling didn't know why a lieutenant general director came to such a dangerous place, he still decided to meet Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, whom he had never met before.
Liu Sheng, Lei Xiong and other staff members automatically stopped at the door, while Yang Ling crossed the threshold and walked into the living room.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Director Zhou and the lieutenants who were talking in the room all raised their heads and looked towards the door.
Although there are photos in this era, they are not as popular as mobile phone cameras. Only some newspaper reporters have them. Therefore, although there is a superior-subordinate relationship, in this occupied area, the two parties have never seen each other.
Yang Ling was dressed in a straight military uniform. Although his boots looked a little worn, his steps were sonorous and powerful. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge clearly visible.
Seeing such a heroic and energetic young general approaching, General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, who was slightly stout, seemed to see himself in the Whampoa Military Academy when he was young, high-spirited, fighting hard to save the nation.
Struggle in danger.
"The First Guerrilla Corps of Northern Jiangsu, Captain Yang Ling has met Commander Zhou!"
Yang Ling suddenly stopped his feet a few steps away from Director Zhou Fu of the Political Department, clicked his heels on the ground, and stood up to salute Director Zhou Fu with a standard military salute.
Seeing that Yang Ling exuded the iron-blooded and fierce style of a soldier, General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department who was born in Huangpu, couldn't help but feel a good impression in his heart and stood up hurriedly.
"Captain Yang, hello. I am Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department of the Theater Command. The First Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu can fight and win consecutive battles, and you, Commander Yang, are indispensable. When I saw you today, you are indeed very impressive.
Ah, haha." General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, returned a military salute to Yang Ling and stretched out his hand with a smile.
Yang Ling also put down his saluting hand and shook hands with Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department: "Director Zhou, you are so complimentary. The Northern Jiangsu Corps won the battle because of our brothers' hard work. I, Yang Ling, don't dare to take credit for it. Director Zhou came all the way."
When I came, I was not greeted from afar, and I lost my courtesy..."
"Huh, Captain Yang still knows that he has lost his etiquette. We all waited for half an hour before showing up. You are so arrogant -" the major adjutant stood nearby and saw that Yang Ling did not shake hands with him.
He spoke angrily.
"Who is this?" Yang Ling's eyes turned to the major who spoke harshly, and his eyes became more sharp.
"Captain Yang, let me introduce you. This is Adjutant Liu Wei, who works part-time in the Staff Office of the Theater Command."
"Oh? It turns out to be Adjutant Liu."
Yang Ling only glanced sideways for a moment, then turned his attention back to Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department: "Mr. Zhou, you have come all the way, and I have ordered people to prepare food and wine to welcome you..."
Major Adjutant Liu Wei, who looked arrogant, thought he was from the theater headquarters and was also the adjutant of Political Department Director Zhou Fu. His words still had some weight. He made things difficult for Yang Ling because he wanted to increase his own sense of presence.
After seeing that Yang Ling just said "Oh", he continued to talk to Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, and ignored him at all. He was really angry, but seeing Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, was present and it was difficult to get angry, he was full of anger.