Chapter 2 Streamlight (Fourth)

"Leek box, leek box." "The commander is righteous, the commander is mighty." The students were excited and cleaned up the end of the ground with all their strength, surrounded General Nie Rongzhen and Zhang Songling, and walked towards the school gate together.

At this time, the school’s dinner was officially opened, and the time to come out for midnight snack after evening study was not here, so the school gate was deserted and there was no food stall. Seeing this, several school cadres quickly walked a few steps, squeezed to Nie Rongzhen, and whispered, "Commander, let's take everyone to the school cafeteria to eat. There are leeks we grow ourselves in the school field. I will take people to cut some back. The flour and boiling water are also ready-made. The master of the kitchen can start work at any time."

"No wonder I can't win no matter how hard I try today. It turns out that you have long been looking forward to me losing." Nie Rongzhen glared at the school cadres fiercely and joked with a smile.

"No, no." The school cadres waved their hands in fear and explained loudly, "Of course, there must be one party who wants to lose. We have such a big wave of people, and the snack stalls at the school gate are simply impossible to entertain, so we are in advance."

"Okay." Nie Rongzhen waved his hand and interrupted the other party's explanation, "You are doing very well. We have indeed more people. Let's gather together at the stall of the fellow villager. It will probably scare people. The canteen is the canteen, and I will make the bills separately for tonight. I will pay for it myself."

"Then, how can that work?" The staff was stunned and waved their hands again, "How can the cafeteria provide food to the students?"

"If you ask you to do the account, you will do the account. There is not so much nonsense." Nie Rongzhen said with a stern face and shouted loudly, "This is an order."

"Hahaha" the students burst into laughter again, making faces at the "poor" school cadres. Amid the laughter of the crowd, the school cadres had no choice but to salute Nie Rongzhen and ran to the cafeteria to make corresponding preparations.

"Come back." After just a few steps, Nie Rongzhen suddenly called him from behind and shouted, "Go and buy me some wine, and come back. You need some sorghum to cook, and don't have that kind of yellow rice wine, probably."

He quickly looked around and quickly added, "Each person has three bowls, and they will be recorded in my personal account. I will send someone to bring the money to you in a few days."

"Commander is mighty." "Commander is kind." The response of the school cadres was completely swallowed up by the excited shouts of the students. They were all in their twenties and thirties. It would be fine if they couldn't even see a meat star in the dishes, but drinking was strictly prohibited. This time, with the east wind of Commander Nie, everyone just got addicted to alcohol.

"Nothing mighty." Nie Rongzhen waved his hand around, his voice slowly getting lower. "You are all combat backbones selected from the grassroots and front-line troops. You risk being intercepted by the Japanese to study in the military academy. But I, the commander, can't even afford to eat three meals. To put it in detail, I owe you a lot."

"Commander, don't say that. It is our blessing to have the opportunity to learn more about killing enemies."

"Yes, Commander, the school has done its best to provide us with food. We know the difficulties of the military region."

"It's all caused by the Japanese. Once they are beaten away, our lives will be better."

"It's okay to suffer some hardship now. If the Japanese are killed in the future, we will eat braised pork every time."

Nie Rongzhen was amused by everyone's simple thoughts and nodded vigorously. His voice suddenly reached the highest point, "Okay, after the Japanese are beaten away, I will serve you all and eat braised pork. If you are full, you will eat it without limit."

"There is also wine, and there is no limit to the amount of wine." Yan Baolin licked the corner of his mouth, which had been soaked, and took the lead in suggesting.

"Okay, there is no limit on the amount of wine at that time." Nie Rongzhen waved his arm hard again and agreed loudly, "When the Japanese are beaten away, I will definitely serve wine here. Please drink it."

"Commander is mighty." "Commander is kind." A cheer immediately surged in the crowd, and everyone surrounded Nie Rongzhen, like his brother who had returned from a long trip, continued to walk towards the cafeteria happily. Every few steps, a burst of cheerful laughter burst out from the team.

When we arrived at the canteen, the school staff and the kitchen masters had already put together a few wooden tables that we usually had for dinner together. There were dozens of long stools around and formed a "elegant seat". Nie Rongzhen was pushed to the bench north by everyone. School cadres were accompanied by them on both sides. Further away, there were backbone students such as Chen Hui and Zhang Songling, as well as active participants such as Yan Baolin and Zhou Xianjue. The other students found a space according to their lively and quiet personality, and formed a large rectangular circle and waited for the announcement of the opening.

Although the leek box is a snack, it takes some effort to prepare it. While waiting for the start time, General Nie Rongzhen looked at Zhang Songling and asked with a smile, "I have learned the hard work of the 26th way of the old and the sixth way today, but who did you learn the cannon skill from using the cannon skill? I'm afraid that it's not something that General Sun Lianzhong's spy team can teach you."

"The report leader learned from the Japanese." Zhang Songling stood up and responded loudly.

"Sit down, sit down." Nie Rongzhen gently pressed his palm down and signaled the other party to sit down and talk to him, "Don't say a leader, I'm tired of listening to it, you're even more tired of shouting. Let's just talk casually today, there's no need to be so formal."

"Yes." Zhang Songling responded readily, sat down and continued to replenish, "When he started fighting with the Japanese, he always suffered the losses of their artillery. Later, he was angry, so he secretly thought about how to take revenge if I had such a cannon in my hand. After thinking about it, he stolen some of the Japanese's tricks."

"Steal well, steal well." Nie Rongzhen slapped the table hard, "It's time to steal this way. After learning kung fu, he will beat his master again. That's the real skill. We Chinese people have never been afraid of learning from our opponents, but in the past one or two hundred years, we have only begun to be self-confidence. However, our country has awakened and chased, and sooner or later it will catch up and surpass the enemy. You military academy graduates will take this head after you go back, and learn together with everyone, and make progress together. A fire cannot light a prairie fire, and a group of fire can illuminate the whole world."

"Yes." The students sat upright and responded in unison. They felt heavy on their shoulders, and a sacred sense of mission surged in their hearts.

"I've said it far, I've said it far." Nie Rongzhen quickly realized that he had started to speak publicly without realizing it. He smiled and shook his head gently, "If this leader has been in a long time, he will easily develop a lot of bad habits. Let's not talk about these things today, let's talk about some simple and relaxed topics."

"Not far, not far." Captain Chen Hui quickly shook his head and made a statement on behalf of all the students, "You are the leader of the military region and the elders of everyone. Say something to encourage, so we juniors are willing to listen."

"Little flattery." Nie Rongzhen pointed at him from a distance with his finger, and shook his head with a smile, "You Xiao Chen, you went to a military academy. I don't know whether your ability has increased. This skill in pleased the leader is much better than before. I remember when you were in the fourth division, you had a lot of trouble with people because of your temper. Why? After a few days of studying, you lost your edges and corners."

"I wasn't that at that time, I just came out of school, don't you know the world is so strong," he didn't expect that the top leader of the military region still remembered the scandal of his two years ago. Captain Chen Hui scratched his scalp and explained with a blushing face, "At that time, I just felt that I knew everything and understood everything better than others, so I had a big mouth and a tantrum. Later, after seeing more, I realized the truth that 'there are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven'."

"Oh," Nie Rongzhen nodded with a smile, "It turns out that before you enter school, the edges and corners have been almost worn out. Okay, if you can understand the truth that 'there are people outside of people, there is heaven outside of heaven', you will have more room for growth. How about it, how much you have gained from the military school life in the past few months."

"The harvest is great." Chen Hui put away his smile and Zheng pointed at it, "Not only the teachers and leaders in the school have taught me a lot of things, but I have also learned a lot from other classmates, especially."

He pushed Zhang Songling, who was closest to him, to prove it, "Especially from Zhang Songling, although he is younger than me, his knowledge and skills are better than me in terms of contact with others."

"Captain, you're making fun of me again." Zhang Songling was not used to being praised in public, so he turned his head and protested loudly at Chen Hui.

"Student Zhang Songling is indeed very good." Zhou Xianjue, who was the chief referee just now, knocked down the table and took the initiative to testify for Chen Hui. "He is the best among us in the cultural courses, and military theory courses are also among the best. Especially in the application of technical troops, we usually have problems and always ask him for advice."

"Yes, Fatty Zhang is better at playing cannons than any of us." Yan Baolin, Xu Liang, and several other active students also spoke, and their words were full of praise for Zhang Songling.

"Oh." Nie Rongzhen nodded in surprise, "So, I was so lucky today, but I chose the best one among you."

"Hahaha" the students responded with laughter, while Zhang Songling blushed and kept waved his hands, "Commander, don't listen to their nonsense. My studies are far from the best. They, they are taking me."

"Over-humility is just artificial." Nie Rongzhen glanced at him and interrupted with a smile, "We soldiers should have the courage to strive for the first place. Don't learn from those nerds. They are obviously eager to be the first in the world, but they are still hypocritical and humble."

"Me, I really." Zhang Songling's face turned red and continued to wave his hand hard.

Seeing that his face was embarrassed and turned into a mature crab, Nie Rongzhen couldn't force him anymore, so he smiled and turned the topic to other places, "The little fat man was an artillery before he went to the military academy. I didn't seem to have seen your name in the artillery unit directly under the military district before."

"It's not an artillery, it's a cavalry." Zhang Songling finally took a breath and responded loudly without thinking.

"Caval, Chen Zaidao, let Miaozi, the commander of artillery, such a good artillery, lead the cavalry, is his old Chen's head kicked by a horse?" Nie Rongzhen was shocked and his brows immediately frowned.

In the entire Jin-Cha-Hebei Military Region, only the Ji-South Military Sub-district still retains a large-scale cavalry unit. So when it comes to cavalry, the commander-in-chief of the military region Nie Rongzhen immediately contacted Fatty Zhang and the Ji-South Military Sub-district. However, this time he was obviously a big mistake. In a surprised or envious look, Zhang Songling blushed again and whispered to correct, "No, it's not the Ji-South Military Sub-district. I am in the Chabei Military Sub-district and the Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade of the Chabei Military Sub-district. We have a lot of war horses, so I became a cavalry."

"Chabei Military Subdistrict, you are Su Muwu, Su Xing's subordinate." Nie Rongzhen frowned again, and then laughed loudly, "No wonder he didn't let you be the artillery commander. Su Muwu's side is so poor that he probably can't find a few cannons, but the cavalry is also very good. On the grassland, the sky and the land are wide, which is a good place for cavalry to show their skills."

"It's true." Zhang Songling nodded with a smile, "The terrain on the grassland is wide and the cities are sparse. Apart from mechanized troops, cavalry is probably the most suitable group of troops, so whether it is the Japanese devils, the Jinsui Army or us, they are trying their best to develop cavalry there."

"Oh." Nie Rongzhen nodded again, and was surprised. The young fat man in front of him could even speak the words of mechanized troops! With a little point of school entrance examination, he thought for a while and asked with a smile: "Then do you know what the advantages of cavalry are? If you encounter the mechanized troops of the Japanese, which strategy do you have to use to have hope of winning."

This topic is a bit big. Fortunately, it is not a formal occasion. Zhang Songling also summarized enough experience in the battle. After a little consideration, he responded in a slow and confident tone: "Motor power, I think that motive power is the greatest advantage of the cavalry. Even if it faces the mechanized troops of the Japanese devils, the cavalry's march speed is not inferior to them in the absence of a suitable hard road. The mechanized troops of the Japanese invaders actually only reached the point of using cars to transport soldiers. Their auto parts support and burn Oil supply is still a difficult problem that cannot be answered at present. If I fight with the Japanese mechanized troops, I will first take the soldiers to avoid their fronts for the time being, and then send a small group of troops to harass him. By digging traps, setting up roadblocks, burying mines and other means, destroying fragile parts of the car, such as tires, fuel tanks, etc., or shooting his drivers from a distance. When most of the cars become waste, the Japanese cavalry will become infantry. At this time, whether to surround them with superior forces or launch a strong attack by chance, it can be determined according to the specific situation."

"Okay, okay, very good." Nie Rongzhen took the lead in applauding loudly, and said a few good words in a row before stopping. "I know very well how tricks such as traps, mines, etc. are too ideal. Have you practiced them specifically and how are the results?"

"The fat man is a sharpshooter." Before Zhang Songling could speak, the classmates around him had already responded to him, "At a distance of 400 meters, almost all the guns were ten rings."

"No, it's not so mysterious." Zhang Songling quickly interrupted loudly, "Commander, don't listen to their nonsense. I can only guarantee that the first few shots will be accurate. Over time, it will get worse and worse."

"Ah, how could this happen?" Nie Rongzhen was stunned again. He was very strange to Zhang Songling's statement. According to his understanding, many sharpshooters are getting more and more smooth and performing smoothly, especially snipers from advanced countries. If used properly in war, they can often play a very critical role. Zhang Songling obviously only reached half of the level of a sniper. Over time, his unstable defect is enough to be fatal.

"I don't know either." Zhang Songling scratched his scalp and responded with regret. "The hunter who taught me to shoot said that I was not qi and blood, so I could only stick to the accurate head of the first few shots. Later, my eyes were blurred."

"If there is insufficient qi and blood, how old are you this year." After hearing Zhang Songling's explanation, Nie Rongzhen felt more and more strange. He aimed at Zhang Songling and looked at him carefully again. Soon, the answer was about to come out. The scars on his neck, forearm, and above the left ear were close to the temples. They were scars left by bullets and bayonets. They had been healed for a long time. It was difficult to notice without taking it carefully. But after careful observation, you can immediately understand how many times the owner of the scar had escaped calmly from King Yama.

"It's twenty-one." Zhang Songling smiled, not shy or avoiding. Those scars, including those hidden under the clothes, were all caused by fighting the Japanese. That was his honor and his medal, and there was nothing to hide.

"Good man." Nie Rongzhen quickly withdrew his eyes and gently patted the table with his hands. "You are all good men. It is an honor for Nie to have a good man like you under his command."

In front of a group of good men, it was purely unnecessary to hide it. His eyes swept the faces of the school cadres around him. Nie Rongzhen made a decisive decision, "Have you bought the wine? Pour it for everyone first. I have a few words to explain it to everyone."

"I bought it, I've bought it long ago." The school cadres quickly got up and ran to the kitchen to bring the wine jar and the big white bowl for dinner. They poured a large bowl in front of every student present.

Nie Rongzhen picked up a bowl of wine and stood up slowly, "I was going to say something to everyone when I was going to have a meeting tomorrow. However, when I was chatting with you just now, I felt that there was no need to be that. You are all excellent seeds selected by grassroots units and are all famous heroes on the battlefield. So, what I should say is simply here, there is no need to delay until tomorrow."

"Commander." "Commander, please say." Although the students didn't know what Nie Rongzhen was going to say, they all felt a sense of awe from him, and stood up from the bench and raised the wine bowl between their eyebrows.

"Everyone knows that in order to combat the arrogance of the Japanese devils and to respond to the rumors and slander of domestic reactionaries, some time ago, our Eighth Route Army concentrated 105 regiments and 400,000 brothers to launch a key attack on the Japanese transportation line in North China." Nie Rongzhen held the wine bowl and his eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces. They were all young faces in their early twenties and under thirty years old. They were all excellent seeds for grassroots units of the Eighth Route Army as key cultivation. If there were other choices, he would definitely not be willing to throw these seeds into the battlefield now.

"In the past few months, we have dispatched more than a thousand times, completely destroyed the Zhengtai Railway, smashed Pinghan, Tongpu and Beining Lines, paralyzed the traffic in the entire North China, and made the Japanese unable to transport a bullet and a bag of flour on the southwest battlefield. Several battles have to end early and return without success. However, the sacrifices we have made are also huge, especially when attacking the Japanese railway stations, transportation hubs, bridges and tunnels, they are always filled with their lives. Many grassroots troops, battalions, and even first-level cadres have been sacrificed. Some grassroots troops, even regiment commanders are commanding at the forefront. , The political commissar led the team to charge, so I had to come here today. In the school, I selected a group of outstanding students and asked them to go to the front line of the battle. While leading the troops to fight with the Japanese, I completed the next subjects, using war instead of learning, and learning while fighting. I immediately applied what you learned in books and in class to the actual combat, giving the Japanese and puppet troops the heaviest blow, let them learn, my Eighth Route Army, the real strength of our Jin-Cha-Hebei Military Region, let the enemy taste it, my Iron Fist of the Anti-University Students, come, you have done this bowl to enhance your spirit." (Note 1)

After saying that, he raised his head and swallowed up all the sorghum wine in the bowl.

"Damn." Team leader Chen Hui took the lead and drank the whole bowl of sorghum wine into his stomach, and a big fire immediately surged in his chest and abdomen.

"Put the leek box." The military academy cadre wiped his eyes and shouted at the kitchen.

The kitchen masters carried the golden fried leek boxes in baskets and placed them on the table. The students slowly put down the wine bowl, grabbed one with their hands, and tasted it with smiles, as if this was the most delicious thing in the world.

Nie Rongzhen thought about the group of passionate men in front of him. After parting tonight, he didn't know how many people could meet again. He suddenly felt hot in his heart. He lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and then raised the second bowl of strong wine, "This bowl is considered a farewell, and it is also an agreement with you. When the Japanese are driven out of China, Nie will definitely serve wine here and stop drunk with you."

After saying that, I raised my head and drank it all in one go.

Everyone smiled and raised the wine bowl, greeted Commander Nie from afar, then drank the wine, grabbed a few leek boxes, and walked out. I don’t know who it was, and took the lead in singing the most familiar war song. In a blink of an eye, the loud song resounded throughout the campus, "The red sun shone through the east, and the God of Freedom is singing in love. Look, thousands of mountains and valleys, copper walls and iron walls, the anti-Japanese war fire burned on the Taihang Mountains."

"Listen, my mother asked me to fight the East, my wife sent me to the battlefield, we were on Taihang Mountain, we were on Taihang Mountain." The night wind was blowing, thousands of mountains were harmonious, and the loud singing was endless, echoing repeatedly

Note 1: The Hundred Regiments Battle was the largest and longest battle against Japan on the battlefield in North China. Its political significance is not excessive, no matter how praise it is in any language, but it has obvious randomness in military aspects, neither fixed strategic goals nor corresponding aftermath preparations. When the Japanese army came back to their senses from the sudden attack and mobilized heavy troops to retaliate, the Eighth Route Army made great sacrifices.
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