Chapter 4 Reunion (Six chapters)

If Du Waizui's so-called heart-breaking words, Feng Xuerong and Zhu Dakang would definitely not listen to a word. The former was just a horse thief they recruited to expand the team. They had to be knowledgeable, fame, and status was incomparable to them. However, today, after a blow, the two of them had a sharp decline. So when they heard Du Waizui's advice, a feeling of indelible sourness suddenly surged in their hearts, and the world in front of them became increasingly dull.

Yes, these days, who can still be the Imperial Army? It’s not counted by the people who are capable of being stabbed by the backbone of the elders and fellow villagers. The Japanese don’t regard you as an individual. It would be fine if they were just to make a living. Anyway, they would be a monk and hit a bell for a day. This life would be over. I was afraid that I still had a little thought in my heart and hoped to do something that could benefit my descendants with this. Then you can wait. Even if the Military Control Commission and the Eighth Route Army Armed Forces Team were not allowed to be allowed to you anymore. Ling Sheng’s example was in front of him. If his strength had not grown too fast, he would not have been charged with "Tongsu". He and his confidants had lost all his body. (Note 1)

The reason why the various puppet troops in Chahar Province have poor combat effectiveness and low morale is largely due to the intentional promotion of the Japanese invaders. Their positioning of the puppet troops under their command is to deter ordinary bandits. The big battle is left to the garrison troops of the Great Japanese Empire to complete, so as to prevent the puppet troops from becoming stronger, and then attacking them like Ma Zhanshan in the past. Under the guidance of this idea, all kinds of puppet troops, whether they are fighting the banner of regular troops or local security teams, The banner of the guard, the organization and equipment have been compressed to the most streamlined level. Often, the "regular army" has only a thousand troops, and the strength of a regiment is just over four hundred. As for the local security team, the number of personnel is similar to that of the Japanese garrison troops. A full squadron has about 200 people. However, no weapons such as mortars, heavy machine guns and other weapons are given, and the rifles are eliminated from the garrison troops. They have basically reached the end of their lifespan and will be malfunctioned in no time.

Although Feng Xuerong is a man without great ambitions, he is still a living person after all. He can sense the coldness of the world. Thinking about the cowardly anger he has suffered from in the Japanese consultant over the years, and comparing Du Waizui's farewell speech, he couldn't help but sigh and responded in a low voice: "Brother Du is right. After I go back, I will try to send my family to the concession in Shanghai first, then clean up myself, sell the house and property in my hand, and go to the concession to be an apartment. From then on, whoever loses in this battle will have no relationship with me anymore."

"Oh!" Deputy Captain Zhu Dakang also sighed quietly. His fame and aspiration was even more serious than Feng Xuerong, and he has suffered more blows in the past two years. "I've seen through it. The little Japanese has no mind to accomplish great things at all. I'll pack up and make it clear. I'll make it with Brother Feng as an apartment. Fortunately, there is still some spare money at home. I won't beg for food if I go to Shanghai. It's me, you brother."

He looked at Du Waizui deeply, and he also began to say heart-wrenching words, "You have been joining the Self-Defense Force for a short time and there are no old grudges with the Eighth Route Army guerrillas, so joining them is a way out. But you have to work hard with others in the future, don't let go of your grudges at all times. When fighting, don't be too active. Just be almost the same. In this way, if the Eighth Route Force does the world one day, you can also make a contribution to the founding of the country, and you don't have to worry about the wealth of the three generations of descendants."

"Thank you, brother, for your good words." Du Waizui smiled and bowed to Zhu Dakang gently, "If the Eighth Route Army will do the world as you said in the future, as long as I, Du, have not been killed in battle, of course, there will be a reward for wealth. If I die in the battlefield unlucky, I will admit it. At least when outsiders ask me, my father and mother don't have to hesitate anymore."

"Then I wish Brother Du a high-ranking official to be a good official and a horse to ride." Zhu Dakang was amused by Du Wai's bachelor's attitude, bowed his hand and sincerely wished him.

"I wish the two brothers a good place to get out of the right and wrong as soon as possible and be safe and prosperous for the rest of their lives." Du Waizui bowed again and said goodbye to Feng and Zhu with a smile.

Watching the two of them go far away, he sorted out his appearance and walked towards the fortifications. On the first day of the Eighth Route Army, he attracted the attention of a large cadre and successfully gained the appreciation of the latter, making him feel that his future is bright, and even the sand under his feet becomes soft, and it feels like walking on the clouds.

It’s a pity that this kind of good mood did not last long before entering the fortification and meeting with his previous dozen subordinates. Du Waizui keenly felt an unconcealable depression from the latter’s face. He was stunned for a moment. He quickly looked around and asked quietly: “What’s wrong, the people from the Eighth Route Army bullied us.”

"No." Everyone looked around carefully, then lowered their voices and responded, "No, the Eighth Route Army and the National Army both thought the fortifications were not well repaired and were busy reinforcing the fortifications."

"What's wrong with you? They all look like they're getting thorned." Du Waizui immediately frowned and scolded unhappily, "I've said ugly words ahead. Now I want to leave, but it's still time. If I don't leave now, I'll show some human appearance for me. Let's join the group on the first day, don't slap yourself in the face."

"Brother Du" all the brothers cried and whispered, "Since we promised to join you in the Eighth Route Army, of course we won't regret it, but, the Eighth Route Army and the National Army are rebuilding fortifications, fortifications,."

"What's wrong? We were just fooling around, so of course they didn't like it." Du Waizui didn't understand what everyone meant, frowned, and continued to whisper, "Everyone cheered me up, go and help me, and let's watch others work. Do you think we are still the Imperial Army."

"Brother Du, they built fortifications to fight against the Japanese and fight big wars." The brothers were so anxious that they stamped their feet and yelled at Du Wai's mouth.

"Ah." Du Waizui's heart suddenly sank. He was willing to throw himself into the Eighth Route Army. In the future, he was also mentally prepared to follow the Black Stone Guerrilla War. But he never expected that he had to go to the battlefield to fight the Japanese devils just after he threw into the Eighth Route Army. That was an existence they dared not look up to before. A slight cough would make the puppet troops in the entire squadron tremble for half an hour. Now, Du Waizui wanted to face the Japanese devils face to face. Can he not tremble in his heart?

"What's wrong? Are you a little nervous?" While beating the drum in your heart, a concerned greeting suddenly came from your ears. Du Waizui quickly turned his head and happened to see Fang Guoqiang's frank face.

"No, no, we just don't know what we should do, a little bit uncomfortable." Du Waizui immediately blushed and made a loud noise.

"Just not nervous." Fang Guoqiang pretended to turn a blind eye, seeing everyone's foreheads sweating profusely. "Since you have joined the guerrillas, you must be prepared to start a war with the Japanese at any time. However, you don't have to hurry up to this battle today. I just discussed with our captain and formed the newcomer into a squadron and stayed behind as a reserve force. Seeing that there was no forest behind, you can go to the woods to rest now. Our temporary wounded shelter is located there. After you go, someone will naturally come to greet you."

Hearing this, all the brothers who had just abandoned the darkness and turned to the light were as if they were amnesty. They grabbed their rifles and turned around and walked towards the woods a mile away. Du Wai's mouth was ashamed and his face was purple and black. He grabbed his good friend Li Laonian and said loudly: "Report to the political commissar, this is my deputy archer Li Ming. We two can shoot machine guns and can stay with you. The Japanese devils."

"Yes, yes." Li Ming is a honest man with a clumsy mouth, but his self-esteem is as strong as Du Wai's mouth. He also blushed and stammered, "We, we two can form a firepower point, help, and help everyone block and block the bridge deck."

"I, we don't go to be a reserve team. We can help, help lift the wounded and raise the grenades." Seeing this, the other brothers who were walking back became very embarrassed, and blushed and expressed their opinions in a low voice.

"Oh,." Fang Guoqiang's brows leaped, and his face felt a little admiration. According to his previous experience in Hebei, the puppet soldiers were not treated like human beings for a long time, and they would have a sense of fear that was difficult to correct in their hearts. After being recruited by the guerrillas, they did not experience three or five actual observations and had no courage to enter the battle. Today, Du Waizui and others' performance was a bit beyond his expectations. They couldn't help but look up their heads again and looked at these people a few more times. The more they looked at them, the more they felt that there were many materials that could be made.

"I can call you." Seeing that Fang Guoqiang had not made a decision for a long time, Du Waizui thought that the latter did not believe in his marksmanship, so he set up a machine gun and aimed at the empty mudflats by the river. "You can point to a place, and I promise to shoot a straight line for you. If it is crooked, let it be dealt with."

"Oh, since you are so confident, you might as well show me your hands." Fang Guoqiang thought for a while, nodded with a smile, and then called his guard Xiao Wang, ordering him to inform Zhang Songling, Shao Yong and others to avoid unnecessary tension. Then, he pointed to a stone about a hundred meters away and said with a smile: "Just that, the dark blue stone, draw lines on the left and right sides of the stone."

"Okay." Du Waizui closed the pressing board cleanly and pulled the trigger, "Dada, Dada, Dada" shot several times, leaving a neat bullet hole at the target.
Chapter completed!