People from all over the country arrived at the venue of the Jieshou Town Commendation Conference one after another. Although the conference had not yet started, the entire venue was already crowded with people, and it looked like a large, dark area.
Flags were flying around the venue, and the venue was buzzing with gongs and drums. Although it was just a commendation meeting, it was as lively as the Chinese New Year.
"This North Jiangsu Corps team's display is quite grand. It's been a long time since we saw such a big scene."
In the audience seat on the side of the rostrum, Major Zhang Qian, who was sent by the 89th Army Headquarters, was stunned when he saw the noisy and lively scene of the people in the venue.
"Oh, I haven't seen such a lively scene for a long time." Liu Hou, the representative of the Sulu Guerrilla Corps, also sighed and said.
Since the Japs invaded China, the mountains and rivers have been shattered, the wind has blown, the smoke has spread, and the war has spread. The most visible cities and villages are in ruins.
Many people fled to the southwest and rear areas. In many places in the occupied areas, there were empty houses, vast stretches of barren fields, and lifeless scenes everywhere.
But now in Jieshou, it is rare for so many soldiers and civilians to gather together to celebrate a great victory. The lively scene reminds people of those days.
"I have to say, I still admire Captain Yang. In less than half a year, he developed a team with poor equipment to such an extent that he simply slaughtered the invading little devils. This battle
It was a good fight." Major Zhang Qian looked at Yang Ling who was talking to General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, with admiration in his eyes.
Liu Hou also nodded and kept shaking his head and sighing: "Who says it's not the case? If we in China had a few more decisive commanders like Captain Yang, we wouldn't be able to tolerate the arrogance of the little Japs..."
Although they are in different armies, they are very aware of the corruption of senior generals in the army, but they have low status, so what can they do.
Often the frontline is tight and the rear is tight. The officers and soldiers on the frontline fight hungry, but the generals in the rear are singing and dancing.
They also joined the army with enthusiasm and joined the war, hoping to do their part for this country and the nation.
It's a pity that these soldiers are hot-blooded, but the politicians are cold-hearted. Although they fought bloody battles to kill the enemy, they were still unable to change the overall situation. In the end, they became discouraged and started to live their lives.
"Today is such a happy day, let's not talk about those depressing things."
The two of them were speechless, and the more they thought about it, the more depressed they became. At the same time, they secretly hoped that Yang Ling, a person who didn't play by the rules, could kill more little devils for them.
The meeting had not yet begun, and the country gentlemen and celebrities were all gathered together, chatting and laughing, and everyone's face was filled with smiles. After all, they had won a great victory.
The reporters who were invited from various newspapers stationed in the Sulu War Zone were not idle either. They kept pressing the shutter and took pictures of scenes of military and civilian celebrations.
"Director Zhou, Chief Yang, can I take a photo for you?"
While Yang Ling was talking with Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the Theater Political Department, a crisp female voice sounded next to him.
Yang Ling turned around and saw a female reporter with short ear-length hair holding a camera in her hand, looking at them with some anxiety, waiting for their answer.
"Director Zhou, you see, for the sake of safety, it's better to forget it..."
What Yang Ling wanted to refuse was that he only invited reporters to report on the great victory in Jieshou and to publicize the war of resistance in the occupied areas. He didn't want to make a public appearance, but he still had to seek the opinion of the director of the Political Department, General Zhou Fu, and politely tried to persuade him not to do so.
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Because enemy agents and espionage activities were rampant in the occupied areas, I had little influence. If Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, was targeted by Japanese spies, it would pose a great threat to his safety.
But General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, smiled and waved his hand: "Captain Yang, you are too careful. This is our own land as Chinese people. What we do is not our freedom. If you really don't even dare to report it,
If you see them, doesn’t it show that we are afraid of the Japanese invaders?”
"Little girl, which newspaper are you from?" Before Yang Ling could speak, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, asked the female reporter with short ear-length hair with a smile.
When the female reporter saw what Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, said, a smile broke out on her face. She stretched out her hand generously and introduced herself: "Hello, sir, I am Su Yan, a reporter who has applied for a reporter station in the Sulu theater."
"It turned out to be the big reporter who filed the report. I'm so disrespectful."
General Zhou Fu said with an amiable smile, completely without the airs of a superior, which made Yang Ling next to him look at him with admiration.
"Then please take a photo for us, but I also have a small request." Director of the Political Department Zhou Fu added with a smile.
Su Yanqiao smiled sweetly and asked, "What do you want, sir?"
"My request is also very simple, that is, take a picture of me and publish it on the front page of the newspaper. I also want to tell those arrogant little devils that others are afraid of them, but I am not afraid of them, Zhou Fu. I am on the front line. If
If they dare to come, I will kill one of them, and I will kill two of them if they come -"
After hearing the words of General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, the people around him couldn't help but start applauding. This could be regarded as a declaration of war against the little devils.
"Sir, I will definitely convince our editor-in-chief to put you on the front page." Su Yan also promised, patting her chest.
"Okay, okay." Director of the Political Department Zhou Fu was as happy as a child when he heard the answer. He pulled Yang Ling and stood still: "Then please ask Reporter Su to take a better picture for us."
Su Yan, the reporting reporter, did not expect that the dignified lieutenant general would be so amiable. After saying yes, she hurriedly prepared to take photos of Yang Ling and the others.
"Kacha!"
As the spotlight flashed, the photo of Yang Ling and General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, was frozen in that moment.
Although Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, had a smile on his face, he was from Huangpu after all, and his brows had the unique toughness of a soldier.
Yang Ling, on the other hand, had rushed out of the bloody battlefield countless times. His body stood there like a benchmark, but his sharp eyes were like knives, which was intimidating.
"Reporter Su, our Sulu War Zone is planning to launch the Zhenzhong Daily. From now on, I would like to ask your journalist friends for your advice." After the filming was completed, Director of the Political Department Zhou Fu said with a smile.
"Director Zhou, you are too polite. If you need any help, just give me an order." Reporter Su Yan nodded slightly and answered politely.
"Captain Yang, can I interview you alone?"
Soon, reporter Su Yan turned her attention to Yang Ling and asked tentatively, because she was quite interested in Yang Ling.
"Sorry, Reporter Su, the conference is about to start. Let's talk about the interview later." Yang Ling has never been good at handling these interviews, so he just excused himself.
"Then it's settled. I'll interview you after the conference is over." But reporter Su Yan was reluctant, which gave Yang Ling a headache.