Chapter 1 Oath (Three Trips)

One of these two men is as warm as fire, and the other is as cold as ice. As soon as they meet, the atmosphere on the scene becomes a bit strange. But both of them seem extremely natural on the surface, as if they have been with each other for many years, and occasionally they come together just to have a drink and chat about the weather.

Zhou Heicang didn't want Wu Tianci to take his own initiative to cause trouble for his independent camp. He first opened his mouth and sneeze, and then rubbed his nose hard while complaining, "What the hell is the weather? Since winter has begun, the snow has fallen endlessly. The cold wind blows me all the way, and it's even blowing through my spine."

"Since that's the case, everyone should go in and sit in early. Commander Zhou and Staff Wu, please come in and ask inside." Red Beard quickly accepted Zhou Heichang's kindness, stretched out his hand, and greeted everyone in the largest felt bag in the camp.

"Hong Master Hong is old, please come first." Zhou Heicang enthusiastically politely to Hong Beard, turned his body sideways, and blocked the eagerly attempted Staff Wu behind him.

Several other confidant backbones under Zhou Heichang had long disliked this staff officer Wu. With the help of humbleness with Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling, they squeezed to Zhou Heichang and blocked Staff Wu tightly.

Wu Tianci is not too short, but compared with Zhou Heikang and others, there is still a big gap. After weighing it twice, he couldn't show his face, so he had to frown quietly and follow everyone into the felt bag.

The felt bag is built in the typical Mongolian style. The ground is a huge circle with a diameter of about 14 or 5 meters. Around the circle, hardwood is boned and willow branches are woven together to form a support wall. The maximum longitudinal height group is more than four meters. Even people with a figure like Zhao Tianlong will not feel depressed after entering. The top of the felt bag and the inside and outside of the support wall are covered with thickened felt. What is rare is that each piece of felt is the same size and the color is very clean. At first glance, it is newly rolled out of the new wool of that year, and it has definitely not been renovated or repaired.

The cost of this large felt bag that can accommodate more than a hundred people to eat at the same time is probably more than a thousand yuan. Although Wu Tianci, the chief of staff of the Independent Battalion, had previously determined that Red Beard was bluffing, he felt a little shaken after secretly observing the surrounding environment.

According to his previous experience, the Communists at this time were the least concerned about the appearance, especially some local troops under the Eighth Route Army, who spent almost every copperpin on the survival and development of the team. From cadres to soldiers, they were all like beggars and had no financial resources to create a decent office space. The clean and beautiful felt bag in front of them was a world away from his previous understanding. Not only did it not seem simple and shabby at all, it even seemed a bit too "luxury" to a certain extent. At least, in the independent camp, there is no office building of the same size. With the "stingy" nature of the battalion commander Zhou Heitan, he was reluctant to invest such a large amount of money in the office space.

"Even the guerrillas didn't really hurt their muscles in the last strike."

"Since Redbeard is so rich, why should I continue to hide in the desert as a turtle," he said.

"With so much money, why not spend on replenishing weapons and ammunition and re-expanding the team."

"How to solve his food supply."

"Who secretly sent him survival supplies outside the desert?"

There were two huge question marks on his forehead. Chief of Staff Wu Tianci continued to look around in the felt bag. His pair of triangular eyes refused to let go of any clues that could reveal the decline of the guerrillas. Unfortunately, what disappointed him was that not only the felt bag itself highlighted the powerful financial resources of the owner, but even the daily objects in the felt bag, including the decorations on the walls, the pure copper kettle hanging on the stove, and the tables and chairs on the ground, all looked very high-end, atmospheric and high-end. Even the orderly soldiers who were busy helping guests arrange tableware in the felt bag were wearing brand new pure cowhide holsters around their waists. The texture was so envious that he, the chief of staff, saw it.

Just as I was dizzy, I suddenly heard Red Beard shouting in my ears, "Why is it so dark? Didn't you ask you to turn on the lights? "White Tang, who is responsible for the generator, are you lazy again?"

"It will open immediately, it will open immediately." Behind the felt bag, a series of responses with a clear Guangdong accent came immediately. Then, several dazzling lights shot down from the air, making everyone squint their eyes. Zhou Heichang and the backbone of the independent camp beside him could not get used to it, so they instinctively raised their hands to block it. When they raised their hands to their foreheads, they suddenly realized that the few calluses in their palms were clearly illuminated by the light from the top of their heads.

"The generator, the guerrillas actually have generators." Even Chief of Staff Wu Tianci was "very knowledgeable", but was shocked by the sudden lights in the felt bag. He looked up and found that they were several headlights for Japanese cars. They were fixed in some places in the center of the felt bag as lighting supplies by the guerrillas. They were cross-lit, illuminating the tabletops where everyone was eating brighter than during the day.

A few headlights are not new to Wu Tianci, but what is rare is that the guerrillas actually have their own generators and can find enough gasoline to provide fuel for small generators. You must know that at this moment, gasoline is an absolute shortage of goods on the major black markets in the north. Not only is the price so high that it is outrageously expensive, but it is also often without a market price, and it may not be able to buy it even if you spend a lot of money.

The sudden blows of Wu Tianci quickly began to lose enough brains. He stared at the ancient decorations with obvious Liao and Jin style on the felt wall. His ears were roaring. It was not until his left foot was stomped on the dining table that he suddenly came to his senses. He held the wine bowl he handed to his hand at some point, and his face was full of surprise, "Ah, what's wrong, who should drink it?"

"I said Lao Wu, your body is really not good. After riding for a few days, you are so tired that you can fall asleep even with your eyes open." Zhou Heitan couldn't hold back his face, so he quickly spoke up to cover his chief of staff. "Everyone has drunk three rounds, so why don't you kill the wine in the bowl?"

"Oh! It's rude, it's rude." Wu Tianci quickly raised the wine bowl between the eyebrows of two brooms, and apologized to everyone present with a wry smile, "I'm that, what, I didn't mean it just now, yes, I accidentally fell asleep and fell asleep. I should be punished, and I should be punished."

As he spoke, he drank the wine in the bowl and immediately, a hot fire snake penetrated from his throat to the upper and lower dantians. "It's Lao Bai Gan'er, not Ma **." Wu Tianci secretly cried bitterly in his heart, but his face still pretended to be a little heroic, "Good wine, good pleasure, this wine is considered to be happy."

"Come on, I'll give you a full blown position for Staff Wu." Red Beard nodded with a smile, and ordered the young guerrillas who were temporarily guest-starring as an orderly soldier to fill the copper bowl in front of them for the distinguished guest.

On the grassland without modern smelting industry, copper bowls are an important item of life for local people. Eating, drinking tea, and drinking alcohol are often used. Everyone has a copper bowl filled with wine, and the weight is definitely three to four taels. Based on the two brothers from Zhou Heichang, each of them drinks four bowls of wine tonight, the total consumption of white wine must be more than three hundred kilograms. This is definitely a huge test for the real material reserves of the guerrillas.

While holding the wine bowl that had just been filled, "appreciating" the clear color of high-purity white wine, Wu Tianci made a small calculation in his heart, from the white wine in the bowl to the dishes on the table, and from the dishes on the table, he observed the expressions on the faces of Red Beard and Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others. The more he looked, the less he dared to stick to his previous thoughts.

In this way, his performance at the table was inevitably slow to react, but everyone thought that he had not been in the grassland for a long time and needed to adapt to local habits, and no one was willing to seriously care about these minor points with him. However, Zhou Heichang felt less and less fond of the high sect assigned by his superiors, and he wanted to kick this guy out with his feet, so as not to continue to embarrass the Independence Camp.

Wu Tianci was unaware of Zhou Heitan's feelings. He held the wine bowl and secretly held it in a while. Seeing that Red Beard had drunk more than two pounds of wine one after another, he stood up and took the initiative to invite him, "Come on, Master Long, I wish you a bowl. I always hear our Battalion Commander Zhou talk about your heroic deeds. Wu was so impressed that he saw someone today. It was really a blessing in my life."

As he spoke, he didn't care whether Red Beard took his own stubble or not, and he stuffed a bowl of wine into his stomach.

"You are only the second bowl, and Master Hong has drunk five bowls." Someone immediately couldn't see it and took the initiative to report the injustice for Hongbei.

"Yes, yes, Staff Officer Wu, we all give in to you, don't always think about getting cheap and acting good." Even Zhou Heichang refused to cooperate actively, and actually stood on the side of Red Beard with others.

However, Red Beard himself was unwilling to argue with a younger generation. He smiled and picked up the wine bowl, held it in the air, and said to Wu Tianci, "Since Staff Wu is so intentional, I can't help but give face. Let's do this. That bowl just now didn't count. We two have a fight with this bowl."

The orderly soldiers had come over and poured the empty wine bowls of staff officer Wu Tianci. Wu Tianci intentionally asked the guerrillas about the facts and reality of the guerrillas. He gritted the bullet and gently touched the wine bowl with the red beard, and said loudly: "You are always senior, you have the final say, come and kill it."

Although the sound was loud, he really poured the third bowl of wine into his throat, but he choked him almost burst into tears. One pound of old white dry, more than 60 degrees, which is 300 grams of pure alcohol. When he was working in the Central Army, he had suffered such a serious crime. He was burned by alcohol and had a fever in his stomach. When he became brave, he was so brave that he asked directly what he had been holding in his heart for a long time, "I, I'm on the way here, listen, listen to our Battalion Commander Zhou, you, you were rewarded with yellow beard by the Japanese. Since you are still strong, how can you swallow this breath? Why didn't you go out early to rush him away?"

This is no longer a waste of wine to cover your face, it is simply a naked provocation. In an instant, everyone's attention was attracted by him. In the entire felt bag, only the noise of the generator working was left, "buzz, buzz, buzz", which is even more annoying than hundreds of thousands of flies.
Chapter completed!