Chapter 3 Storm (Three Parts)

The cold wind swept the thin water vapor through the tent, shaking the light bulbs above the head, flickering and dark.

"Damn it." Qi Wei, the leader of the Ninety-third regiment who was reading the telegram under the light, cursed in a low voice, and slapped the bright red Parker pen on the poplar wood table. (Note 1)

"I'll go to the mechanics and repairs team to ask what they do, but they can't even install a light bulb." Staff Shao, who was sorting out documents in the corner of the tent, quickly stood up, and while talking, he moved his legs and ran out of the tent.

"Come back." The regiment commander Lao Qi shouted loudly, frowned, "The wind loosened the wires. If you shut down those mechanics, go to bed quickly. Don't always cause trouble for me."

"Hey, hey." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong flattered the horse's legs, and responded with a bitter face, "I, am I worried about your body, commander? Besides, if the light is so shaking, you can't handle official duties with peace of mind."

"Let the orderly illuminate the lantern and bring it in, turn off the lights. It just so happens that it can save some gasoline for the generator." The regiment commander Lao Qi gave him another glance and ordered impatiently.

"Yes, I'll go now. Otherwise, you can close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll ask the kitchen to bring you a bowl of sobering soup." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong agreed, smiling.

The regiment commander Lao Qi waved his hand, counted as a response, then leaned back and closed his eyes to sleep on the back of the chair. He didn't like the fat guy in front of him, but he couldn't drive him away. Equipping the above combat units with special political cadres is a major feature of the Northern Route Army. If it were not for ease of the relationship with Commander Yan, Shao Yong's title should be the Director of the Political Department, rather than an Intelligence Staff, (Note 2)

There was a sound of footsteps in his ears. The door opened for a moment, and then quickly closed it tightly from outside. Although the fat guy with big ears was not popular, he had a very good eye-catching attitude and knew how to figure out the leader's mind. Unlike the old brothers under his command, most of them were stubborn and didn't bother to understand anything except war.

Thinking of the old brothers under his command, he couldn't help but sigh softly. He was all the life-and-death friends who had been rolling in a trench when he was a platoon leader. After so many years of support, his relationship with each other was no longer simple leaders and subordinates. They were his backing and support, while his Lao Qi was the rope and handrail for them to continue climbing upwards in the future. They fought bravely and performed well on the battlefield. He Lao Qi had the confidence to speak in the division headquarters and even in front of Chief Fu. On the other hand, Lao Qi was appreciated by his superiors, and his old brothers could continue to follow the 100-foot pole to go further.

However, some old brothers' performance at the dinner table today could not satisfy him. Perhaps because they reacted too slowly and could not keep up with the ideas of their own regiment commanders, or perhaps because they just wanted to be a pure soldier and did not want to provoke political right and wrong. However, no matter which of the two situations mentioned above, they failed to provide appropriate support when he needed them. Only Staff Shao, sent by the superiors, stood by him without hesitation, whether it was out of flattery or out of their understanding of the current core policies of the Northern Route Army.

A soldier who knows how to fight is not a good soldier, at least not a good military officer. Times have changed, and the requirements for officers are different. If there are a few more brilliant victory like today, his old Qi's epaulette will sooner or later turn from red to gold. At that time, there are still a few of the old brothers who can keep up with him. If they can no longer continue to make progress with him, who will continue to serve as a source of confidence for him? Relying on Shao Yong, a very smart latecomer, how can such a person be assured, and how can he win the support and support of his brothers?

Trouble, trouble that cannot be solved, those who can fight, but do not understand politics, but those who understand politics do not know how to fight, and those who understand politics do not know how to fight, how can one find a man with both civil and military skills and a slight heart, look at Fatty Zhang, who is also the same with a tiger-backed and bear-back, but not only can he jump on the back and charge into battle, but he will immediately become a hob after jumping off the horse, no one can think of him, and the new Fang Guoqiang speaks with high sound and righteous words. The abacus in his heart was shaking, and the arrogant Zhao Tianlong, who was full of arrogance on his body and head, and Lao Zheng, who could not knock out his butt on the surface, was not easy to mess with. There was even an ordinary radio operator, "Wedding Tang", who was different from the radio operators of the 93rd Regiment. The car that was deliberately destroyed by the Japanese was dismantled and put together by his hands and turned into a simple generator. The pulling wire was then lifted onto the headlights, and the command center was illuminated as bright as daytime.

The electric light above his head suddenly lit up and then quietly went out. The regiment commander Lao Qi was startled, and he rose from the chair, pressed his right hand directly on the gun handle, and his body quickly touched the door. The wind outside continued to whirl, getting bigger and bigger. In addition, the entire military camp was silent. He had just experienced a high-intensity battle, and the brothers were exhausted. As soon as the banquet ended, they all got into the tent to rest. Except for the turn of those on duty tonight, no one made excuses to walk around. Of course, no one would use the wine to scatter the wind and secretly ran to the command center to wander around.

It was the wind that completely blew the wires. After listening to them with his ears sideways for dozens of seconds, the regiment commander Lao Qi came to the conclusion with certainty. Almost at the same time, the clever orderly soldiers walked in with glass lanterns, first turned the lights to the brightest, and then quickly sorted out a space beside the table, putting two ceramic jars with lids and a spoon on it.

The lid was lifted to reveal the carefully prepared soup inside. One was tomato and egg soup, and the other was sugar-soaked rhubarb soup. They were all tastes that the group leader Lao Qi Ping liked, which immediately cheered up his spirit and instantly forgot his previous worries.

"Captain, the sobering soup you want is ready." The voice of the intelligence officer Shao Yong sounded just right, with closeness inside and outside, "Drink while it's hot, and make sure that your stomach can feel comfortable."

"Thank you for your hard work." Lao Qi nodded gently, then walked back to the table and sat down slowly. The orderly soldiers saw the regiment commander so politely for the first time. They smiled embarrassedly and quickly left the door. Staff Officer Shao Yong took advantage of the reason to clean up the telegram and stayed back, hiding his body in the corner without moving.

"You have something else." The regiment commander Lao Qi was not used to having a pair of eyes staring at him behind him, frowned, and asked unhappily.

"Oh, no, nothing big deal." Shao Yong's fat face immediately filled with smiles and replied in a low voice, "You drink the soup first. After drinking the soup, it's time for me to report to you."

"You can say it now, I'll listen." The regiment commander Lao Qi knocked the edge of the jar with a spoon and ordered in a deep voice.

"It's really not a big deal." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong was stunned for a moment and explained with a smile, "I just think, just think, hey, how to say it, I just think that the guerrilla cavalry are very powerful, and Fatty Zhang, who leads the troops, is not a mediocre person."

"Nonsense, then you should say that no one has seen anyone with eyes on his head today." The regiment commander Lao Qi felt increasingly dissatisfied. He turned his head and glanced at Shao Yong's fat face like a knife. "What do you want to say? Just be more straightforward, don't go around with me."

"I heard that this guerrilla team has existed in the Heishizhai area for a long time. The original captain of the brigade was Wang, and he was a former company commander of the Northeast Army. He just died of illness last year. Before his death, he handed over the team to Fatty Zhang." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong nodded, and his words were still foggy.

It's not new information. Since he was determined to bring the Black Stone Guerrillas under his command, the regiment commander Lao Qi had already done some homework and fully understood the basic situation of the army. He frowned slightly. He did not give any comments, and his eyes still fell on Shao Yong's face, as if a flower could bloom on it at any time.

After being stared at Lao Qi's eyes, Shao Yong hesitated for a moment and quickly added quickly, "Zhou Heikang from the Independent Camp once had their ideas, but for some reason he gave up. After the news reached the division headquarters, someone quietly informed you of the above."

"Don't be angry, I don't mean that." Before Lao Qi urged him, he quickly added, "I'm not saying you want to pick up other people's leftovers. I know that you are interested in the strength of this cavalry. If you pull them into our regiment and give them enough supplies, it won't take long to build a cavalry battalion."

The second half of the sentence did hit Lao Qi's worries, and he couldn't help but be moved. Fatty staff member Shao Yong did not give him time to cover up, his mouth was as fast as a machine gun. "But I think it's too late to start now. When Red Beard just passed away, this team lost its soul and was most likely to be taken advantage of. But now, new soul figures have been formed, including three kinds of essence, energy, and spirit. There is no shortage of guerrillas. Whether you want to solve it by force or use a soft knife to solve it slowly, it will probably be in vain in the end. Instead of being in a lawsuit in the future, it's better to think clearly now and get along with them."

Note 1: The big red Parker, a classic design of Parker pen, is a high-end luxury product at the time of its price.

Note 2: Fu Zuoyi referred to the Eighth Route Army system and took a major initiative in his own troops. He personally served as the director of the Political Department of the Northern Route Army. Political cadres were sent to the grassroots level to carry out patriotic education, paying attention to equality of officers and soldiers, and spending openly, and achieved very good results. At the same time, it also laid a solid foundation for Fu Zuoyi's troops to completely get rid of Yan Xishan's influence in the future.
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