Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Sixth)

Most of the carriages are filled with low-priced groceries such as soap, glue paint, and felt. The products in the base area have already been known. As long as the vendors can safely transport them from the grassland, they don’t have to worry about sales. Another very important factor is that the major Japanese businesses in China are now focusing on mines and high-profit industries such as railways, which are a bit indifferent to the thin profits of daily groceries and will not secretly collude with the Japanese and traitors to do anything bad to everyone. Therefore, vendors can still make some money in the grocery trade.

A small number of light carriages equipped with rubber tires were covered with oil cloth or boxes. These carriages were usually affiliated with "big trades" and had a network of connections. They came to the grassland at the risk of being robbed by bandits. Of course, they were not satisfied with making tons of soap like ordinary small vendors. They were focused on bath salts, Mongolian medicines and leather products that had just been developed. The former one was always the fist of guerrillas to attract vendors to trade. Although the formula had long been shared with the Little Prince Baiyin, the cumbersome production technology and the backward production level of the grassland area seriously restricted the production capacity of goods, so the supply was always in short supply. The latter two kinds of goods were fresh things that began to be born after Fang Guoqiang's arrival. It is said that in Changchun, the puppet Manchukuo, the Beiping and Tianjin areas, sales have been opened, and the cargo volume is rising steadily.

Whether it is a wooden wheel cart or a rubber wheel cart, or even a burden to make money with a load, haha, as long as you enter and exit the base, you must undergo careful inspection of the post, and there are more than one similar post. Starting from the shore of the Crescent Lake, the closer you get to the Lamagou base, the stricter it is, so that many people waiting for inspection before the checkpoints have to line up a long line, making the vendors curse. Fortunately, these days, the Japanese are It is even more troublesome to pass the various checkpoints in the puppet Manchukuo, so these vendors are not frightened by the complicated pass procedures. After venting their annoyance, they rush to the big cart to continue queuing up to pass the test. The guerrilla soldiers responsible for checkpoint inspections have long been used to the way the vendors are. No matter how ugly the other party says, they always smile and will never deliberately wear them with their shoes just because of a few outrageous complaints.

Of course, Zhang Songling and others were not among the inspections. The guerrilla soldiers had been notified that their captain would be back in the past two days. They were very excited. When they saw their own team from afar, they immediately opened the special passage next to the checkpoint, and then led the militia who came to help to stand attentively with guns on both sides of the passage, and welcomed the captain's return with military courtesy.

This move made Zhang Songling feel both friendly and unfamiliar. What’s kind is that he finally returned to the guerrillas who had been away for more than a year and saw these faces that had shared life and death. What’s strange is that the brothers in front of him have improved their bosses in terms of spirit, energy, and spirit than when they parted. Especially their posture when they saluted with guns is definitely the standard of a regular army, and they are not as casual as before.

As for whether this change is good or not, Zhang Songling himself was a little confused. In rationality, he knew that the stricter the discipline, the stronger the combat effectiveness of the army that was prohibited. When he was the deputy of the 24th Regiment of the Jin-Cha-Hebei 24th Regiment, he had a deep understanding of this. The 24th Regiment was the trump card of the Hebei Central Military Region and was also considered an elite in the entire Eighth Route Army. There, except for a few people who often go to the company headquarters, most cadres and soldiers were not familiar with him. However, when he and the company commander made it. After a decision, it can always be implemented without fail. Even if there are certain accidents during the execution, the soldiers will do their best to overcome them without complaining. As grassroots commanders, leading such troops to fight is of course particularly easy. As long as the battle plan is conceived in advance, they can almost be left alone. Naturally, there are cadres and combat units at all levels, like gears on the machine, step by step.

However, in terms of emotions, he prefers the fighting style of the guerrillas in the past, and there is no such strong concept of position level. Everyone around him is brother. When you raise the steel knife in your hand, they will follow you to charge, even if the enemy standing in front is several times or even dozens of times that of his own, even if there is no possibility of victory.

They just urged their mounts, and life and death to follow. As long as you don't turn your horse's head, they will never leave first. They all handed their lives to you. They are you, you are them. The moment they lifted the steel knife, they become a whole. In this steel jungle composed of hundreds of passionate men, there is no fear, no betrayal, no hesitation and confusion. Even life and death have completely lost their concept. You just fight together, with your shoulders next to your shoulders, your arms rubbing your arms, chopping the opponents in front of you one by one, using your horse's hooves to stomp into meat sauce, stepping into powder, and engraving fear and humiliation into the hearts of the enemy forever. The enemy shrank, trembled, dragging weapons, and running away with your head, while you chased them from behind, just like a tiger chasing a lamb, wild, proud, and refreshing, and every time it was like drinking nectar.

Don’t laugh at me when I lie drunk on the battlefield. In ancient times, a few people returned to the battle. The cavalry was born a passionate army. To a certain extent, discipline had to retreat second. A group of cavalrymen who mounted, dismounted, raised their knives and set off guns according to the procedures could not produce a refreshing momentum. A Yan Gou, a rigid general, could not lead the team to launch an invincible charge.

"Maybe I'm just not used to not seeing the changes with my own eyes." When I threw the last level behind me, Zhang Songling thought in my heart that competitiveness and jealousy are the nature of every young man in his bones, and he himself cannot avoid the common people. What's more, all the achievements Fang Guoqiang has made at present are based on the two laid down by him and Red Beard, expanding the Lamagou village into a Black Stone guerrilla area, and then turning into a Black Stone base when conditions are ripe. This is Red Beard's lifelong dream and it is also his goal of hard work after accepting the guerrillas. Unfortunately, Red Beard fell down before he saw the dream come true. He led the team to the Xilingol prairie for two or three months after taking over the guerrillas, and fought thousands of miles from north to south. He was immediately recommended to the Anti-Japanese University and missed the last last kick.

There was regret and a little jealousy. Fang Guoqiang was lucky and came at the right time. Not only did the Black Stone Guerrillas themselves have accumulated enough background and experience in the previous battles, but the Japanese in the city have been in the weakest period in the past year.

But at this moment, in Zhang Songling's heart, in addition to jealousy, he was more happy and proud. He was very happy to see such a carriage full of cargo and a satisfied smile. He walked out from the location close to Qilin Ridge. He was very happy to see one adobe chimney after another that was not too thick, but could not be seen in any area along the way. The black smoke was sprayed towards the blue sky. These meant wealth, popularity, and meant that the guerrillas had gotten rid of their dependence on others and began to be self-sufficient. At the same time, it also meant that the lifestyle of the people in the base area had begun to gradually get rid of the tradition of looking at God's face for thousands of years. Although he was staggering, he was already on the road.

Many years later, when Zhang Songling recalled the first time he saw the group of adobe chimneys spraying with thick smoke in the Lama ditch, he was still a little excited. Although at this time, he had already understood what environmental protection is, what high-energy consumption industry is, and what predatory development is, and he understood that the local workshops he and Fang Guoqiang and others worked hard to create would definitely belong to the five small industries in the future and were the targets of shutdown by the government. However, before the problem of survival is solved, no one could consider it so long. Moreover, when he was young and most scholars in the mid-twentieth century, there were large chimneys everywhere, which was the symbol of a modern country, and its magnificence is greater than any scenery in nature. (Note 1)-

The young students who were traveling with them were also deeply shocked by what they had just seen. After hearing the "accusations" of Li Laojiu and Qinglian, they had no hope for the Black Stone Base where the trip was transferred. The image of the political commissar Fang Guoqiang had become a rigid, mean, and inhumane abstract symbol in their hearts, and even negative adjectives such as power struggle, insidiousness and cunning. However, the prosperity of the guerrillas far exceeded that of other grassland areas along the way made them deeply suspicious of their previous ideas, especially when they saw those primitive but large-scale local workshops near Qilin Ridge, this suspicion gradually became ashamed.

Everyone is probably preconceived and blamed Political Commissar Fang for mistakenly. A rigid, mean and likes to take power, will never manage the base area so prosperous. As for the accusation between Li Laojiu and the Mongolian girl Qinglian, it is very easy to explain. Li Laojiu is the deputy of the Kuomintang. Of course, he will not spit out any ivory in his mouth. The Mongolian girl Qinglian is a minor child, and his words are mixed with too much personal feelings, which is not enough to be accepted.

So when Qinglian decided to stay at the Mongolian herder's home at the Qilin Ridge and stopped following everyone, almost everyone felt that she was a little too willful. Of course, the words of persuasion blurted out from the mouths of several female students: "Go up together, we all went to the door of the guerrillas' house. It's always not good for you to stay at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes, you don't have to be afraid. With us here, no one dares to do anything to you."

"Yes, if Political Commissar Fang did something wrong, you just came up with it in person. Since he is the political commissar of the guerrillas, his mind should not be too bad."

"If you don't go, if you don't go, even if you die, I won't die on the mountain." Qinglian was very sensitive and immediately noticed that everyone treated him as a child who was talking nonsense. He had red eyes and stamped his feet hard: "Brother Zhang, I'll wait for you at Haas's house for one day. At this time tomorrow, no matter whether you go down the mountain or not, I will leave on a horse. Don't say good things to those with the surname Fang. The people in our royal palace don't want to have any more connections with him."
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