The arrival of Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, quickly made known to the officers sent by the provincial government and friendly forces to watch the ceremony. They realized that the rise of the First Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu was inevitable.

Previously, I had looked down upon the Northern Jiangsu Corps, and felt that it would be a great honor for the Northern Jiangsu Corps that they could attend some kind of commendation ceremony for the Northern Jiangsu Corps.

Now seeing that the theater headquarters had sent the director of the political department, General Zhou Fu, they all put away their arrogance and took the initiative to go to the place where Director Zhou was to be given a clean slate.

Facing these officers from various armies and the commissioners and squires who came to curry favor with Director Zhou, Yang Ling also smiled bitterly and had to order a few more tables of meals to be cooked temporarily.

"Chief Zhou came all the way to visit our brothers in the Northern Jiangsu Corps. As the commander-in-chief, I would like to thank the commanders of the theater headquarters for their concern for our Northern Jiangsu Corps. I would like to toast to Commander Zhou first!"

Naturally, Yang Ling would not let those insignificant people steal the limelight, so after the banquet started, he took the lead in toasting to Director Zhou before the commissioners and squires approached.

As a landowner, Yang Ling saw him standing up to toast. Even if those people around him wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with Director Zhou, they had to step aside and make way for Yang Ling.

"Captain Yang led the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps to win consecutive battles, especially in the recent battle at Jieshou, which showed the majesty of the best among us! Commander Yu also asked me to represent my colleagues in the headquarters to express my gratitude to Northern Jiangsu.

Congratulations to the officers and soldiers of the Corps who fought bloody battles, congratulations on your first victory in the world! I hope you will carry forward your tenacious and brave fighting spirit, fight the enemy bravely, and drive the Japanese invaders out of China as soon as possible!"

General Zhou Fu of the Theater Political Department also stood up and toasted to Yang Ling, congratulating them on their victory on behalf of the theater headquarters.

"Thank you for your concern, sirs. On behalf of the brothers of the Jiangsu North Corps, I, Yang Ling, will do my best first! I will continue to work hard and fight the enemy bravely!" Yang Ling said, raising his neck and drinking a cup of pride.

"Okay!" Seeing Yang Ling being so straightforward, everyone around him clapped his hands and applauded.

"Let's all drink a toast and congratulate the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps on their first great victory in the world -" Director Zhou also greeted everyone to drink.

Suddenly, there was a clear clanking sound of wine glasses, and the aroma of wine filled the air. Although the food was ordinary, the wine was good.

"Captain Yang, today you asked Director Zhou to wait for you for half an hour, but it was unbecoming of a master. So you have to punish yourself with three more cups and apologize to Director Zhou, right?"

Seeing Yang Ling about to sit down after drinking, Major Adjutant Liu Wei said with a smile.

"Yes, this is a must." The other adjutant also followed suit, which made Yang Ling feel disgusted with them. However, since the other party made a move, he had to continue, otherwise he would appear to be petty.

Seeing that his adjutant was still making things difficult for others on such an occasion, Director Zhou's face darkened and he said loudly: "Captain Yang, they are joking, don't mind."

Yang Ling winked and asked the waiter to refill his glass: "Mr. Zhou, these two brothers are right. I have indeed been negligent today. Please forgive me. I will punish myself with three drinks."

As Yang Ling spoke, he didn't care about the looks of the people around him and drank three glasses of wine in a row, winning applause from the whole room.

General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, was also a soldier. He originally wanted to stop Yang Ling, but when he saw that he was not only good at fighting, but also had such a bold personality, he immediately became interested in talents. He also stood up and raised his glass: "Everyone, let's

Let’s drink another toast to Captain Yang’s generosity!”

Everyone also raised their glasses, and for a while the atmosphere in the entire restaurant lobby was very warm.

The lights were swaying, people were drinking and drinking, the room full of officers, squires and civilian officials were all red-faced, and the atmosphere became more lively.

"Sir Liu, isn't it? It's our first time meeting you, I'd like to toast you!"

The deputy battalion commander Luo Feng, whose scars on his face had just scabbed over, saw that the adjutant had been picking on Yang Ling, so he walked over with the wine jar.

"Who are you?"

Adjutant Liu Wei saw this ominous-looking major with scars on his face, and he was a little confused while holding up his wine glass, thinking he didn't recognize him.

"My name is Luo Feng, deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Northern Jiangsu Corps. I would like to pay a toast to Commander Liu! Please take care of Commander Liu in the future."

The adjutant Liu Wei was also a major, and Luo Feng was also a major, but Luo Feng deliberately called Liu Wei "sir", which greatly satisfied Liu Wei's pride.

"It's easy to talk about."

As the saying goes, don't slap someone with a smiling face. Since he was called "sir", Liu Wei drank without thinking, but he didn't see the sneer on Luo Feng's lips.

"Mr. Liu, you eat the food first, I'll go over there." After finishing the drink, Luo Feng walked away.

But before Major Adjutant Liu Wei could sit down, Deputy Battalion Commander Hua Gou approached him again.

"Commander Liu, I am the deputy commander of the second battalion, and I respect you! I hope that Commander Liu will have more kind words in the future..." Major Deputy Battalion Commander Hua Gou said seriously while holding a wine bowl.

"Definitely." Seeing Hua Gou being so enthusiastic, the adjutant Liu Wei couldn't refuse, so he asked someone to pour wine.

"Sir Liu, we are all soldiers. If you use a wine glass, you will look petty, but if you use a bowl, you will look heroic!"

Huagou said as he picked up a sea bowl from the side, poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Liu Wei's hand.

"Fuck!" Before the adjutant Liu Wei could react, Hua Gou raised his neck and drank all the contents in his bowl.

"Sir Liu, why don't you drink? Do you look down on me, brother?"

Looking at the bowl of wine, the adjutant Liu Wei complained in his heart, but when he saw the flower dog staring at him after drinking, he also had the courage to drink.

After all, Major Liu Wei came from the theater headquarters and was the adjutant of the political director Zhou Fu. Those squires couldn't get close to General Zhou Fu, so they chose to curry favor and came over to toast him one after another.

The adjutant Liu Wei, who prided himself on having a good drinker, was quickly drunk, which made Luo Feng and others sneer. He dared to find fault with the Jiangsu North Corps. He really felt uncomfortable doing so.

Adjutant Liu Wei and others had Luo Feng and his group of officers to deal with them, while Yang Ling and the officers sent from various units drank with Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department.

Yang Ling also took advantage of the opportunity at the wine table to start acting, telling the story of the various battles that his Northern Jiangsu Corps had gone through step by step to get to where they are today, and then gain sympathy and strive to obtain more supplies.

"Sir Zhou, you don't know. When I first arrived at the third detachment, the entire detachment only had more than 30 guns. It was miserable at that time."

"Brothers, we have no guns or bullets, and the Japanese and puppet troops are still surrounding us. We can only fight hard. Many brothers have been killed in battle, and their bodies cannot be found." Yang Ling told the story with runny nose and tears, and the director of the Political Department heard that

Zhou Fu also expressed his deep sympathy.

"Many people say that we have strong troops now and want to defeat us. They say that we have all-Japanese equipment and cannons, and they ask the headquarters not to issue equipment to us. But you don't know, our brothers use the 38th Army

Guys, those are all paid for with lives, one life and one gun, many brothers were blown up alive by the Japanese and their bones were gone."

Yang Ling talked while drinking, and kept wiping her tears, which made the listeners' noses sore.

"Brothers even sacrificed a whole squad just to keep a machine gun. Moreover, we had no bullets and relied on seizures. Many brothers would be killed in every battle. But we are poor in northern Jiangsu, and only one of our brothers died in battle.

The brothers can be hastily wrapped in mats and buried, but the brothers don’t even get a pension..."

Hearing what Yang Ling said, Director of the Political Department Zhou Fu also felt very sad: "Captain Yang, don't be too sad. Please give me the list of brothers who died in the battle. I will go to Commander Yu to report the pension. Brothers, why are you so sad?"

The country is going to war, we can’t chill their hearts.”
Chapter completed!