Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Twelve Seconds)

"It's OK to go to the meeting, so there's no need to do a review." Zhang Songling frowned. Fang Guoqiang's stubbornness was a bit unacceptable. Although the punishment would be written in the file, it could be cancelled according to the situation in the future, and the impact on the parties would not be reflected in the clear situation. If the review was conducted in public at the meeting of all cadres, it would seriously damage the reputation of the parties, causing him to lose weight in his speech for a long time in the future, and even seriously affect the performance of the responsibilities of the political commissar.

"Since you have done something wrong, you have to admit it." Fang Guoqiang could obviously guess what Zhang Songling was worried about. He smiled and said firmly: "I don't even have the courage to act and take responsibility. I am still a Communist Party member. This matter is decided so I am arbitrary. As the captain, you must support my work."

"Okay, okay, okay, then do what you said." Hearing that he brought out the division of responsibilities between the two, Zhang Songling had no choice but to surrender helplessly, "But you must also be realistic and take all the things you cannot have and do not have to be on yourself!"

"That's natural!" Fang Guoqiang smiled again and nodded slightly, "Don't worry, I will stick to the principles that should be adhered to and will never make unprincipled compromises."

"Are you referring to?" Zhang Songling was stunned again, unable to keep up with the other party's ideas. When it comes to leading troops to fight, he thought he was no less than anyone of his age, but he was far inferior to daily government affairs and the ideological construction of team members.

Fang Guoqiang organized the language and whispered: "I admit that my approach to dealing with Brother Long and Siqin is too rough, but I think that the organizational discipline within our guerrillas and personal daily style still needs to be strengthened."

This turning point was a big one, which made Zhang Songling start to wonder if the words he had heard were from the same person. Fang Guoqiang understood the change of expression on his face, smiled, and continued to add: "I know that everyone calls me Fang's coffin, and I also know that the situation on the grassland is special, and the requirements for the brothers should not be too strict. Isn't there a saying, "The infantry is tight, the cavalry is loose, and the scouts," but have you ever thought about it, what is the fundamental foothold of our guerrillas on the grassland? In terms of sufficient troops and excellent firepower, we are not as good as the Japanese. In terms of bloodline and closeness and wealth, we are not as good as the old Mongolian aristocrats. Even the Kuomintang has an advantage over us here. At least they have the title of a central government and can be appointed officials everywhere to make wishes. But what about us? What else is there in our hands besides faith? If we cannot enforce orders, we cannot be completely unfair to the people, and we cannot be the ancient Yue Family Army, the Qi Family Army, who "don't demolish houses when they freeze to death, and starve to death, and not loot." Why should the people support us? Just rely on their bravery to fight and kill the Japanese? Then what is the difference between us and Zhou Heichang's independent battalion? Why should we put a good regular army inappropriate way? Let's go to you to endure hardships and fight unnamed guerrillas."

In this way, Zhang Songling can finally touch his ideas. The reason why Fang Guoqiang has repeatedly emphasized discipline, style, and various rules in the guerrillas and base areas in the past year is not only because he is dogmatic, but because he wants to build the guerrillas into a unique army of kings. He is sincerely planning for the long-term of the entire guerrillas, but the gap between this original intention and the result is too

"Report." Just as he was about to remind the other party in a tactful manner, the report outside the door interrupted the discussion between the two, "Captain, political commissar, Brother Long woke up, Brother Long really woke up."

"Ah, let's go here." Neither Zhang Songling nor Fang Guoqiang were both concerned about continuing the previous words, rushed out of the room one after another, and rushed to the guerrilla ward.

Since Lao Scar returned from the gates of hell by Lao Scar, Zhao Tianlong has been in a semi-coma state. Occasionally, he woke up and took a few sips of ginseng soup, and then he fell asleep again and had no strength to communicate with anyone. Now his situation has finally improved greatly. How could he not make the entire guerrilla team ecstatic?

Not only were the guerrillas excited, Zhou Heichang, a guest from afar, was also so happy that he was incoherent. He saw Siqin holding Zhao Tianlong's hand with one hand, his face was full of tears, but he still didn't think the space in the ward was narrow. He snatched the other hand and held it tightly, and said in a muttering manner: "I mean, your life is so strong, how could you go to see the King of Hell so early? Just wake up, just wake up, let's have some food, and we can kill the Japanese again in less than two months. Where are the orderlies and orders? Your guerrillas don't even have orders? Why don't you hurry up and take medicine to Brother Long?"

"Okay, just count how you can say." Zhang Songling happened to walk to the door, shook his head, and smiled and scolded.

"I'm not happy, are you happy?" Zhou Heichang was embarrassed and explained embarrassedly. His eyes fell on Fang Guoqiang's face behind Yu Zhang Songling, and quickly raised the corners of his mouth and sneered in a low voice: "The joy from the heart is not like some people, I wish Brother Long could never wake up."

"Heizi, what are you talking nonsense? No one will sell you as a mute." Before Zhang Songling could speak, Zhao Tianlong was already angry and raised his hand to push Zhou Heichang, scolded him in a low voice, then turned his eyes to Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang, smiled, and continued, "Fatty, Lao Fang, thank you for your hard work."

"What are these words?" Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang said in unison, "We are all happy to wake up, and our family members say whether it is hard or not."

"Although I am my own family, I have to say what I should say." Zhao Tianlong shook his head weakly, his voice full of fatigue. "I just discussed with Siqin. Given the limited conditions here, it is not convenient for her to run around every day, so next, we plan to go back to the palace to recuperate."

"Yes, I have ordered people to go back and get the best carriage, and I can put him in the carriage and take him home." As if I was afraid that Zhang Songling would not agree, Siqin quickly replenished before Zhao Tianlong finished speaking.

"This?" Zhang Songling was caught off guard again and murmured, "There is no doctor in the royal palace. I have already sent Lao Fang to the military sub-district and are ready to send you to Bethune International Hospital for treatment. At this time, you will go back to the royal palace."

"Brother Long, how could he rush far away now?" Before he finished speaking, Siqin interrupted first. "I have thought about sending a telegram to General Fu Zuoyi to see if he can send a doctor with equipment. If it really doesn't work, he can also send someone to Chongqing to hire a doctor. Anyway, it's just a matter of spending some money, and there will be no danger on the way."

"This," Zhang Songling frowned, and the good life committee could not stop. Siqin was a Mongolian prince enthroned by the Chongqing government. According to common sense, the latter should consider her request. However, the doctors at the Bethune International Hospital of the Eighth Route Army were not needed, but they were far away. For Zhao Tianlong, the deputy captain, it was probably a bit unreasonable.

Just as he was about to discuss with Siqin carefully, Fang Guoqiang suddenly touched his hand from the side and signaled to the hospital bed with his eyes, "I think Siqin's idea is good, at least you don't have to risk going through the territory of the Japanese and puppet troops. Besides, the royal palace is so close to the guerrillas, if there is anything, we can call Brother Long back at any time."

"Oh, too." Zhang Songling's eyes fell at Fang Guoqiang's signing position and responded casually, no longer having to discuss with Siqin. She and Zhao Tianlong had already given the best answer. At the edge of the hospital bed, two big and small hands were linked together. Since the moment Zhao Tianlong woke up, they have never been separated, and will never be separated again in the future.

"According to the latest meeting minutes released by the superior, there are no obstacles in your marriage. I will send a traffic officer to the military sub-district in a while. I believe it will be approved soon." Seeing those tightly clenched hands, Fang Guoqiang's expression was rarely soft for a moment, nodding, smiling and revealing.

"Really," Siqin was surprised and happy, jumped up and asked loudly.

"If you don't believe me, go and ask Captain Zhang." Fang Guoqiang nodded and responded with a smile.

"What Political Commissar Fang said is true, I can testify." Zhang Songling also nodded with envious expressions, "If you two want to, everyone in the guerrillas want to attend your wedding."

"I'm willing." As if he was afraid that Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang would repent, Siqin nodded desperately, "When Brother Long gets up, we will get married immediately. At that time, please all of you go to the wedding and go to the palace. Good wine will be enough. Brother Long, Brother Long, what do you think,"

"You've finished speaking, what else can I say?" Zhao Tianlong patted the back of her hand lovingly and whispered a little. He walked through life and death. He lost a lot of weight, and the rough and bold look on his face also eased a lot. Instead, there was a touch of tenderness that would never be melted.

"Go to you, when will they not let you speak? Except this time, they will not listen to you in everything." Siqin's face suddenly turned red, gathered her fingers into tweezers, and pinched her hard on the back of Zhao Tianlong's hand.

"Oh, I don't listen to you in everything." Zhou Heicang suddenly raised his orchid fingers, held his throat, and learned his tongue greasyly.

"Damn it." Siqin raised her hand and hit her, but Zhou Heikang quickly avoided it. Then she let out a light bow, rushed out of the ward door with a smile, "Brother Long, Brother Long, sister-in-law hit me, are you going to help me or her?"

"Hehehehehe", except for Siqin, who was blushing, everyone else in the room laughed. In an instant, the entire ward was filled with sunshine.

"Congratulations, Brother Long." After laughing, Fang Guoqiang couldn't bear to see Siqin continue to be embarrassed, so he walked to the bed and patted Zhao Tianlong on the shoulder, turned around and left.

"Congratulations, Brother Long." Zhang Songling nodded to Zhao Tianlong first, then walked out with a smile, and went alone for half his life. Brother Long finally found the end of his life. As a friend, how could he not feel lucky for the other party?

Only Zhou Heicang, who had just successfully "angry" Siqin, was proud of her heart, raised her feet, and wanted to go in and continue making jokes. She just stepped over the threshold, but Zhang Songling picked up her neck and pulled it out, "The ward is too narrow, Heizi, let's go outside for a walk."

"What's so narrow? There are three beds left empty, empty." Zhou Heicang was dissatisfied at first, and then his voice became lower and lower. Finally, he broke free from Zhang Songling's control with a smile, rushed to the front of the house, and pulled up the door from outside.
Chapter completed!