Chapter 5: Human Fellowship (Six Chapters)

"That's true." Lu Feng thought silently for a while, and his tight face finally showed a smile. If the little black fat man was really a military spy, letting him wander around the Heishi Village is equivalent to letting unpredictable danger spread everywhere. It would be better to leave him in the guerrillas and at least see his every move clearly.

If the little black fat man, as Captain Wang judged, has nothing to do with the Military Control Commission, it will be beneficial to the Lamagou guerrillas. Nowadays, scholars Jin Gui not only did the direct line of the Kuomintang and the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party to attract young students to join the army, but even local warlords such as Yan Xishan and Song Zheyuan also regarded the students as treasures. Young students were smart and accepted new things quickly. They had advantages that others could not compare with in terms of heavy weapons application and combat command. As a whole, their only disadvantage is that they were active thinking and were not easy to be controlled by their superiors. But what the Communists were most afraid of was active thinking. Today, China also needed this activity the most.

"He is a member of the 26th Route Special Forces. The secret service is also called the teaching service. It is not a spy, but a seed of the entire 26th Route." Seeing that Lu Feng still did not fully understand his good intentions, the guerrilla captain Wang Hong continued to whisper, "The 26th Route has a good set of training for recruits, training officers and fighting against the strong with the weak. What we lack most at the moment is these experiences. Moreover, you and I are not young anymore, and your physical strength and energy will become worse and worse. With the current situation of the Jin-Cha-Hebei Military Region, it is impossible to send us some young backbones in a short time. Therefore, we can only work hard to discover and cultivate excellent seeds within the guerrillas, while opening the door and accepting talents from all sides. Only in this way can we pass on the spark of revolution from generation to generation and protect this outpost on the northward grassland of the Jin-Cha-Hebei Military Region."

"That Ruyunlong looks very straightforward and has no special background, so he should be able to keep it, but I think that fat man Zhang is a little overwhelmed!" Deputy Captain Lu Feng said while shook his head gently.

"It wasn't anyone just now, I wish I could drive someone away immediately." Wang Hong looked at him and smiled and scolded, "Okay, can you keep him? Let's talk to me first to greet the guests. After quarreling with you for so long, the milk tea will probably be cold."

"I'll help you get it, I'll help you get it." With a little apology, Lu Feng reached out to snatch the information Wang Hongshuo picked up, "This is, since you want to keep him, why do you still find news for him twenty-six?"

"I promised him." Wang Hong grabbed back the information, moved his legs, and made great strides. "The world is very particular about words and trustworthy. Our Communist guerrillas cannot be inferior to heroes in the world."

"I almost forgot that you are a red beard." Lu Feng shook his head and quickly followed. He was fifty-two years old this year. As Wang Hong said before, his physical strength and energy were greatly reduced. From the information room in the backyard to the conference room in the front yard, it was only a hundred meters away. He was panting. After entering the house, he greeted the guests again, he found a seat to sit down and drink tea. As soon as a bowl of milk tea fell, he smelled a strong aroma of oil rippling in the wind.

"The lamb has been roasted, I'll go out and give Lao Hu a try." Gently put down the empty wooden bowl, Lu Feng stood up and walked out.

"I'll go, you can rest for a while." The machine gunner Da Zhou respected the old man and took the initiative to stand up and share the work for Lu Feng.

"I'll go, you've been running for several days." Lu Feng felt sorry for his subordinates and shook his head and refused.

"If you want me to tell me, let's go over together and eat at the head of the yard, find a shade to sit down, and be sure to be cooler than in the house." Hearing the dispute between the two, the guerrilla captain Wang Hong slowly stood up, holding the table in his hand and making a loud voice.

"Okay." Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan responded loudly. As men in the world, they didn't like to sit at the table and chew slowly and ate in a slight manner. They ate large pieces of meat and drink big bowls of wine, so that they could even agree with their identities.

Only Zhang Songling did not respond, holding the information that Wang Hong had just found in both hands, forgetting about the things. The content about the twenty-six routes on the information actually took up very small space, and sometimes even just a few lines of words were written in one stroke. But these few lines also made him feel excited. Compared with the newspapers and rumors, the information circulated within the army was simple, but it was better than the real one. In just a few articles, the trends of the twenty-six routes in the past six months were clearly drawn in Zhang Songling's mind.

After fighting Niangzi Pass, the 26th Routes participated in the Taiyuan Defense War. After the Taiyuan Defense War ended, they followed suit and participated in the Taierzhuang Battle, then Fengxian chased the enemy, then Nigouzhuang blocking battle, and then Xuzhou cut off the rear. This army was still as brave as last year, and still won one local victory after another, but they could not reverse the decline of the entire National Revolutionary Army. They watched the fighter planes disappear one after another, and watched the Japanese devils snatch the positions that the brothers had piled up with their lives and snatched them back one after another...

"Let's watch it slowly if you have time later. It's time for dinner, everyone is waiting for you." Zhao Tianlong didn't want to look at his good friend's mistreat, walked over and gently pushed Zhang Songling's shoulder.

"Uh." Zhang Songling instinctively pressed the information with his arm, and then looked up in shock. Seeing his absent-minded appearance, the guerrilla captain Wang Hong waved his hand and said generously: "Don't be nervous, all these information are given to you. You can read it whenever you want."

"Give it to me." Zhang Songling seemed to not understand the other party's words, pressed the information on his chest, his eyes blankly.

In addition to the content about the 26th Route Army, the information involved more of the movements of the Eighth Route Army's Jin-Cha-Hebei Military Region. Although it is the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, he cannot just take a bunch of Eighth Route Army documents.

"I'll give it to you." Wang Hong said loudly, "It's all happened a few months ago, so there's no need to keep it confidential anymore, and I don't need to keep it confidential with you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you really, I'll find a few pieces of paper in a while and just summarize the content about Twenty-six. I won't bring these documents down the mountain." Zhang Songling was so moved that he was a little incoherent, and stood up and expressed his opinion loudly to the other party.

"Let's go, go, eat meat, if you don't go, the meat will grow old." Wang Hong smiled kindly and took the lead in walking out of the conference room. Judging from the performance of a fat black man, it is indeed difficult to leave this person, but the more this happens, Wang Hong is more interested in this person. Revolutionaries are selfless, but revolutionaries are not ruthless. The more affectionate and righteous a man, the more firm the beliefs become after becoming a revolutionary. On the contrary, those who can sacrifice everything for the ideal of communism, or even affection for their family affection are often speculators and liars. Once they encounter danger, their selfishness and cold blood in their hearts are immediately exposed.

Milk tea has a good effect of digesting food and fat. After sitting in the conference room for so long, everyone was indeed a little hungry. Following Wang Hong and Lu Feng, they quickly walked towards the guerrillas' kitchen. The two cleaned up the sheep and put them directly above the carbon pile in front of the kitchen door. The orchid flames licked the mutton fat and kept making "sizzling" sounds. The guerrillas who had just finished training were attracted by the fragrance of mutton and surrounded them in a large circle next to the grill. Everyone gently twitched their noses, and the saliva at the corners of their mouths was vaguely visible.

"You greedy guys, you know how to eat." Perhaps because they felt that the performance of the soldiers was a bit embarrassing to the guerrillas, the deputy captain Lu Feng walked over quickly and reached out to give each of the two team leaders a neck. "Take a few people to pick some fresh vegetables, mix meat and vegetables, and then go to the cellar to bring out ten jars of wild fruit wine we brewed last year, so everyone can make a little bit."

"Okay." I heard that there was still wine to drink, and the guerrillas cheered and Lu Feng saw this, and quickly added loudly, "Each person can only drink one bowl, don't delay the afternoon training. Also, those on duty today are not allowed to drink it. I will have someone keep the wine for you and get satisfied after changing posts."

"Thank you, deputy team." "Thank you, deputy team." As long as there is wine to drink, everyone doesn't care about the few hours in the evening. While saying thank you, they hurried to pick vegetables. Lu Feng shook his head at everyone's backs, then quickly walked into the kitchen and moved out a large round table. "Who can come and get the top hand? This table was beaten by elm wood, and it's dead."

Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heicang snatched up, took the table from Lu Feng, and then followed the old command, lifted the table to the bottom of a big tree that was thick with embrace. The machine gunner Da Zhou and several other guerrilla soldiers moved out several long benches and formed a circle around the large round table. The guerrilla captain Wang Hong grabbed Zhao Tianlong with one hand and Zhou Heicang with the other hand, and pulled them both to the upper air outlet and sat down. Then he pulled Zhang Songling up and asked with a smile, "Young man, can you make two cups with me?"

"Yes, I can drink a little." Zhang Songling could not refuse the invitation from an elder, hesitated a little and nodded with a smile.

"Then the four of us will sit next to each other. Old Lu is not good at alcohol, so let him greet others." Wang Hong smiled and sat next to Zhao Tianlong, and then signaled Da Zhou to pour wine for the guests. "Captain Zhou, take a jar of white wine out of the kitchen, and let our table be a little white first."

"Yeah." Da Zhou agreed, and quickly took out a large jar of wine from the kitchen, filling everyone on the table with a wooden bowl.

The smell of sorghum wine immediately suppressed the aroma of barbecue and kept stimulating people's nostrils. The guerrilla captain Wang Hong looked back at the fire not far away and greeted loudly, "Old Hu, pick up the roast and cut it into a few pieces first, so that the guests can taste your skills."

"Oh, come here, come here." Cook Lao Hu wiped the oily sweat from his face, raised his knife, and from the baked sheep, the two fattest and tender long strips were placed under the back of the grilled sheep, each with three or four taels. One side was golden and the other side was light pink. It was placed on a long wooden plate and served on the table with the sauce.

"Come on, try Lao Hu's craftsmanship. There is no hard dish in the mountains that can be used to make a difference. Everyone can eat it." The guerrilla captain Wang Hong also picked up a small knife made by the guerrillas himself, cut the meat strips on the large wooden plate into one or two pieces, and enthusiastically spread them into the small wooden plate in front of the guests.

He originally looked like an old farmer, and with his mouth full of truth, it made it even more impossible to associate his identity with the legendary red beard. Zhao Tianlong and others thanked him, pricked the piece of flesh with a short knife, slowly put it to his mouth, and touched his teeth gently, and a thick and hot juice immediately rolled into his throat.

"Authentic." Zhou Heitan praised loudly, swallowing the meat on his plate cleanly. "Authentic, it is authentic than the Mongolian eggs at the foot of the mountain. I have grown up so old that I have eaten such delicious barbecue for the first time." (Note 1)

"I was originally a Mongolian." Lao Hu, a cook who was turning the sheep rack next to the fire, responded in a silence, "My name is Hu Daga, Lao Hu is just for convenience."

"Oh,." Zhou Heichang grinned, and his face felt a little embarrassed. Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong immediately "putted the point of injuring" without hesitation. "You are not going to be able to keep your mouth shut. This time, you have made a fool of yourself. You must be fined, and you will make a bowl of wine first, which is an apology to Lao Hu."

"It should be punished, it should be punished." Zhou Heitan picked up the wine bowl, raised it to Lao Hu, and drank it all in one go.

"I'll just yell, I won't lose a piece of meat." The cook Lao Hu was not angry at first. Seeing Zhou Heitan drinking happily, he immediately laughed silly, "Forget it, I'll drink a bowl with you, let's make friends."

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the round table, snatched the wine bowl in front of Da Zhou, and also stuffed all over the place.

People in the martial arts world admire the straightforward man the most. Seeing that Lao Hu is so bold, Zhou Heitan immediately picked up the second bowl, "Okay, you Lao Hu will be my Zhou Heitan's elder brother in the future. There is something useful to me, just say hello."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Lao Hu poured himself a bowl of wine, and slowly walked towards the fire while drinking it. "You guys continue, I have to watch the mutton. This thing becomes sour when roasted small, and grows old immediately when roasted large."

A misunderstanding that was almost caused by inadvertent speech was successfully resolved by the deliberate concessions of both parties involved. The atmosphere at the table immediately became more active. The guerrilla captain Wang Hong stood up and set up a mutton for the guests, then raised the wine bowl, and persuaded him as the owner. Zhao Tianlong, Zhou Heitan and Zhang Songling raised the bowl to respond, drinking in large gulps, eating meat in large pieces, and enjoying the pleasure.

After a while, the guerrillas who went to pick vegetables and carry fruit wine also returned one after another, formed seven or eight large circles under several other big trees, and started eating and drinking. After all, the team members had arranged food and drink. Deputy captain Lu Feng walked towards Zhao Tianlong with a bowl of fruit wine, and smiled and invited him, "I have heard of your name for a long time, but I have never seen a real person. Today I rarely meet you. Come on, let me give you a bowl."

"Captain Lu, you are polite." Zhao Tianlong picked up the wine bowl and touched Lu Feng, and swallowed the siphon.

Lu Feng nodded at him with a smile, then turned his eyes to Zhou Heitan and Zhang Songling, and they also met with the latter two, drank half a bowl of wine, and left with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, two more guerrilla cadres came over and toasted Zhao Tianlong, Zhou Heitan and Zhang Songling in turn. The guests and hosts talked and laughed, and drank very comfortably. Then, the third wave of toasting came forward, but the guerrillas who had fought side by side yesterday. Zhao Tianlong and the other three had no reason to refuse, so they picked up the wine bowl and drank it happily.

After drinking for three rounds, the guests and guests were both dazzled and they talked about some of the major events that have happened on the grassland in a flash. They all hated the Japanese devils so much that they gritted their teeth.

"Those bastards don't look polite on the surface, but they don't treat us Chinese as humans at all. But there are a group of cowards who are mean to themselves. They stick their tongues to lick their butts, and turn their heads, and they seem to have gained a lot of benefits, and they are arrogant..." Zhao Tianlong patted the table, resentful.

"That's right, there are too many unscrupulous guys here, only more than a hundred Japanese devils, but they just kept the Heishi Village in a radius of hundreds of miles. Those bully princes and dukes were greedy when bullying the common people. When they saw the Japanese devils, they immediately looked like dogs with broken backbone, and their tails were so cheerful."

"They have been tamed by the Qing Dynasty for too long. It has become a habit to bow to the strong." After a bowl of white wine and half a bowl of fruit wine, Zhang Songling began to speak more. Based on his recent experience, he summed up loudly, "Not only those Mongolian nobles are like this, but others may not be as good as others. Take the yellow beard we met yesterday for example, red, white, yellow, black. Since he can be as famous as Captain Wang and Brother Zhou, he should be considered a hero. In fact, it is just one..."

"Don't mention him, I'm not as famous as him." Before Zhang Songling finished speaking, Zhou Heitan interrupted loudly, "It's a shame. The face of the horse thief was thrown away by Jiang Hulu's coward. He first acted as a gun for the old Japanese devil, fought with me and suffered both losses. Then he was dismantled by the old Japanese devil and swept away dozens of brothers with machine guns. In this way, he didn't dare to snort at the old Japanese devil, left his brother behind, and ran away alone."

"Coward." Zhao Tianlong took over the conversation and continued to curse, "There are also security teams, who are also cowards who are willing to be slaves to the Japanese, and are not afraid that their ancestors will make somersaults in the ground."

"It's true. There are more traitors and traitors in this area than Japanese devils. If you kill your compatriots, you are no less than Japanese devils." Hearing everyone scolded, Red Beard thought about it and smiled, "But have you ever thought about why there are so many traitors and traitors?"

"This..." Not only Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan were asked, but even Zhang Songling, a scholar, was also stunning. In fact, it was not just the grassland, but the number of traitors in the Central Plains was several times that of the Japanese. They were scrambling to sell their compatriots and their motherland, and they were proud of it without any guilt. What exactly caused this situation? Why did those traitors betray their compatriots and their motherland betray so righteous? Zhang Songling had been thinking about this question for a long time, but never found a definite answer.

Just as I was scraping my stomach, a noise suddenly came from nearby, "The squadron leader is back." "The squadron leader, sit here." "The squadron leader, sit here, and I'm leaving a piece of mutton for you. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Amid the warm invitation from the guerrilla soldiers, a man with a well-proportioned figure walked in, greeted everyone first, and then quickly walked towards the guerrilla captain Wang Hong, "Captain..."

"I'm back, the road is going smoothly. Come here, I'll introduce you to a few guests first. This is the famous Ruyunlong, this is my squadron leader Zhao Xiaoshuan. He just came from Siqin..."

The introduction was interrupted by Zhao Tianlong's knife-like gaze. He stared at Captain Zhao's eyes tightly. The muscles on Zhao Tianlong's face kept twitching, "You, you have the nerve to have the surname Zhao, goblin, among the people with the surname Zhao, there is no such thing as you who break the backbone."

Note 1: Mongolian eggs, the jokingly accused by the people of the lower classes of the Mongolians, did not respect the Mongolians very much, but did not despise them on purpose. When both sides were not very familiar with each other, it would be easy to cause conflicts.
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