Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (One)

"Grandpa is an idealist." When the journey between grandparents and grandchildren was about to end, John Zhang finally came to the conclusion.

Zhang Songling smiled, neither admitting nor refuting. In his inner world, he did not reject the word "idealism", although in China at the end of the 20th century, this word had a derogatory meaning.

To a certain extent, they are all idealists, Grandpa Wei, Lao Gou, Liao Wenhua, Zhou Jue, Fatty Tian, ​​and Lu Ming. Although they say different things and have different dreams, there is an ideal that belongs to each of them, that is, to make themselves, their family and friends, and their descendants no longer be enslaved by foreign tribes or bullied.

For this ideal, Fatty Tian, ​​Grandpa Wei, Lao Gou and others sacrificed their lives one after another, but Zhang Songling was still alive, so Zhang Songling had to inherit this ideal until the day it finally realized. This is his obligation and his destiny in this life. He already understood this at the first time he woke up from the hospital bed of Meng Xiaoyu's family, so he was not qualified to care about any profits and losses before the mission was achieved.

The soul contained in his body no longer belongs to him alone. He is both himself and theirs.

So when Red Beard took the initiative to reach out and invite him to stay and fight the Japanese together, he accepted it without even hesitation, and did not ask what position the other party was going to arrange for him and how much military salary he could get per month.

For him, it is enough to stand on the front line to deal with the Japanese invaders. There is no essential difference between whether it is a guerrilla or a regular army. If Peng Xuewen hadn't told him much before, Sun Lianzhong was still seeking a way to rely on his relationship in Chongqing, he might have had a little thought about the second sixth route. Now that the reconstruction of the second sixth route is basically in the future, it is almost natural to find a team that he is close to joining, and it is almost certain to carry the gun and kill the Japanese with a few friends who are brave enough to take a look.

This decision won cheers around him. When his hand was withdrawn from the Red Beard's hand, the survivors of the Lamagou guerrillas, regardless of whether they were injured or not, walked forward one by one, hugged his shoulders with the manners of the locals, and patted his back hard to express their welcome.

The guerrillas were all simple. Through the mouths of Zheng Xiaobao, Zhao Tianlong and others, they had already learned clearly what Zhang Songling had done for the guerrillas in the past few days. They knew who had won the opportunity to defeat all the horse thieves and completely reverse the situation. They saw the dust on Zhang Songling's face and the blood on his body in their hearts. Most of them knew how to be grateful, and their way of repaying their kindness was to treat Zhang Songling as a brother who could live and die together. From then on, they never thought about whether he was a lieutenant colonel of the Kuomintang and whether he had anything to do with the Military Control Commission.

So when Hongbei solemnly announced that the guerrillas would set up a new infantry squadron in the model of the cavalry squadron and handed it to Zhang Songling to lead, no one expressed objection from top to bottom. Everyone was looking forward to the knowledgeable and accurate marksmanship in front of them, which could create a different brigade for the guerrillas than before. In this battle, the grassroots cadres lost more than half, and it was indeed necessary for a capable and prestigious person to bear the heavy responsibility.

However, Zhang Songling himself was shocked by the decision of Red Beard. Before the cheers around him fell, he quickly waved his hand and refused loudly, "No, Captain Wang, your decision is too hasty. I am a newcomer and have not made any achievements. I really can't bear your kindness."

"What does it mean to have not achieved success? If it weren't for you, the Lamagou guerrillas would have been picked by the Japanese." Hongbei pressed Zhang Songling's hand down, and put it on his shoulder and added loudly, "Besides, your third squadron is just an empty squadron at present, and there is not even a single soldier except you, the squadron leader."

"Ah." Zhang Songling was slightly stunned, wondering what Red Beard wanted to hand over a squadron that did not exist to him.

"It's not only your third squadron, but I'm basically the two squadrons," while Zhang Songling was stunned, Red Beard quickly knocked on bricks and nailed his feet. "Most of the brothers who brought them to fight with the Japanese today were borrowed from others. Once they left, the guerrillas would immediately become empty. In order for us to continue fighting with the Japanese, your third squadron will be the recruits' teaching corps in the future. You will be the chief coach of our Lamagou Guerrillas. We have to do everything possible to quickly..."

The position of squadron leader was not quit, and in a blink of an eye, the position of the recruit chief coach was carried on his shoulders, so how could Zhang Songling keep his head unsteadily? Before Red Beard finished speaking, he immediately interrupted loudly, "Captain Wang, Captain Wang, listen to me, I was a student soldier who joined the army in June last year. I only received less than three months of training before going to the battlefield. I don't know how to command at all, and I know very superficially about training. If..."

"No more refusal." Hongbei's arm tightened, and she forced Zhang Songling's second half of the sentence back into her stomach. "If you refuse, you won't give me the Redbei's face. Then, if you don't know how to command, you will always bring people to fight with the Japanese head-on. Here's my side, this is the first time to start a foreign food. If you don't give you the training of recruits, who else can I give to? If you leave it to you, even if you can't train an elite force in a short time, at least based on your previous experience, you can tell everyone that you should pay attention to when fighting with Japanese soldiers. You can make your brothers sacrifice fewer money and change to an outsider. If we meet the Japanese army one day, we will not become a living target."

"Yes, Captain Zhang, don't be humble. We really need you to take the lead. The Japanese are unwilling to suffer losses. This time they fall into our hands, and they will definitely gather a large group of troops to take revenge." Lu Feng, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, also walked forward and helped Hongbei persuade Zhang Songling.

"This," Zhang Songling was still a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should accept the arrangement of Red Beard. So far, his understanding of the guerrillas and the surrounding environment are very limited. If he messes up the training of the recruits, it will have a great impact on the guerrillas.

Before he could tell his reasons, Ruyunlong, who had an arm hanging around his neck, also leaned forward, raised his elbow and rubbed his shoulder a few times, and said loudly: "Okay, don't you be polite. What's the point of being a squadron leader? You see, as soon as I joined the guerrillas, I became the captain of the cavalry squadron? No matter what, you are from a regular army, and you will be better than me if you do it."
Chapter completed!