There was no decoration in the room, which was obvious at a glance.

The Japanese devil was sleeping soundly. To be precise, he should have not woken up from his drunkenness. The smell of alcohol was so strong that Zhang Qingshan, who was standing at the window, could smell it.

On the small wooden table in front of him, you can still see that the Japanese are treated very well from the leftovers. At least the food is very good: a bowl of green pepper shredded pork, a bowl of pumpkin soup, and a bowl of sour cabbage... You know, the staple food that the soldiers usually eat is: sweet potatoes as rice, cabbage and pumpkin soup are vegetables, and it is basically the case every day. Occasionally, the price of sour cabbage or sour radish is to improve their lives. Only when they win a big battle or have major festivals will they see a bowl of meat. In this bowl of meat, basically several soldiers have to enjoy it together. The treatment of the Japanese in front of him is really far apart.

However, this is not about influencing the Japanese. It is nothing to take care of some food. However, Zhang Qingshan didn't say it, but he felt like "feeding good things to pigs" in his heart.

I accidentally found that the Japanese had a bottle of wine slumped to the ground, and there was a pool of wine next to the bottle. Judging from the fact that it could also show a pool of water instead of being sucked away by the wooden board, it was obvious that the Japanese should have just been drunk for a while.

Zhang Qingshan frowned and asked the sentry beside him: "When did this guy get up? Why is he still drunk at this time?"

"Report to the commander of the regiment, this Japanese man got up before dawn. However, in the past two days, he almost woke up and had to drink alcohol, and when he got drunk, he went to bed." The sentry glanced at the Japanese man with contempt and said, "Now, when he got up today, he wanted to drink alcohol. But his alcohol capacity was very poor. He almost drank and wasted such good wine."

Zhang Qingshan's brows frowned even deeper.

But as he looked, Zhang Qingshan suddenly grinned silently. He turned around and ordered the sentry: "Let's go back and say hello to the kitchen team. In the future, no matter how much wine this Japanese devil wants, he must try his best to satisfy him."

Although the sentry did not understand the meaning, he still nodded and agreed.

Mu Youchun didn't understand why Zhang Qingshan did this, and felt a little unbalanced, and whispered: "Captain, I..."

He originally wanted to say whether I could chat with this Japanese devil when I was fine... mainly because I could take the opportunity to have a few delicious meals. But Zhang Qingshan was wrong and said to the sentry with a smile: "Comrade Youchun is a talent invited by our assault team. You can't neglect it, especially in life, you must also take good care of it. If you have any requirements in life, the kitchen team must try their best to meet it."

"Captain, you value me so much. I don't have to devote myself to our assault regiment until I die!"

Zhang Qingshan looked at him and smiled and said, "Comrade Youchun, the so-called "being close to the water and getting the moon first! When you are fine, you can also talk to these two Japanese devils. Especially this person gets drunk as soon as you drink, you can have a good exchange with him... Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand!" Mu Youchun was indeed smart and could learn from it. He nodded and replied: "Even if he was tough for a while, as long as he had multiple sets of him, he could prepare for breaking his psychological defense in the future... Team leader, that's what you mean."

"Yes, that's what it means." Zhang Qingshan was in a good mood and explained with a smile: "Generally speaking, those who like this Japanese devil, who like to use wine to numb themselves after becoming a prisoner, are trying their best to hide their inner fear and worries. In other words, their psychological defense line is very fragile at this time... Even if he is very strong for the sake of face, once he gets drunk, the psychological defense line will automatically disappear. As long as you get familiar with him, he will tell you whatever you ask at that time."

Wu Youchun nodded and agreed with this.

"I heard that the Japanese devils always like to commit suicide. The burden on you two is not light, but you should be careful and don't let them have any accidents."

"Captain, don't worry, when the political commissar brought them here, he repeatedly reminded them about this issue. Otherwise, we wouldn't have stood at the window, just to prevent them from committing suicide."

In fact, there is a misunderstanding here: the Japanese devils love to commit suicide after they fail. This rumor is true, but there are also some considerations for suicide. First, they require identity, such as samurai or samurai designated person, who are eligible to commit suicide by septum. Ordinary people are not allowed to commit suicide like this, and they cannot enjoy the formal treatment they deserve - others serve as deputys, mainly to cut off the head and witnesses of the person who is a septum... (Of course, this is just a rule of getting up early, or tradition, and the identity is not very important later, but only depends on success or failure. For example, after the Japanese surrender, many people not only kill their compatriots, but also many of them commit suicide with guns or grenades).

Second, suicide must be caused by septum, wrist cutting or wall hitting, which are not allowed by samurai suicide and are inconsistent with honor... There are many specific considerations, so I will not list them one by one.

Zhang Qingshan nodded, looked at the Japanese again, and then walked towards the next confinement room with his hands behind his back.

But as soon as I walked to the door of the confinement room, I looked left and right again, and was silent for a moment. I didn't know what I thought of, and my smiling face suddenly collapsed.

He asked the sentry who followed him with a strong face: "Why are there only four rooms?"

The two sentries immediately stammered, their faces were very strange. Although they lowered their heads, they were all secretly aiming at Zhang Qingshan.

Zhang Qingshan thought about it carefully and was a little embarrassed because this reason was his own order. At the beginning of the establishment of the assault regiment, there were naturally few veterans and many new recruits. Moreover, the backbone or cadres were basically veterans. Therefore, Zhang Qingshan was very confident in the discipline of the assault regiment and believed that it was inevitable that new recruits would make small mistakes, and they should focus on criticism and education - if there was a big mistake, such as teasing women, stealing the people's things, and not saving friendly forces when they were dead, no matter the position, they had only one end at that time - shooting them. Therefore, soldiers generally would not be in a confinement. Only veterans were qualified. But he believed that the veterans he brought out thought that building one or two confinement rooms was enough, and building more was a waste. Hu Yingze said, build more, even if it was a lounge or interrogation room for the on-duty personnel.

Therefore, it is normal to have only four confinement rooms.

Zhang Qingshan didn't care about this little thing, but now, I just asked this question for a while, how did the soldiers answer?

However, Zhang Qingshan’s personality of daring to act is also coming.

"I have a bad memory. I blame you both for your fault. I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind."

After apologizing to the two sentries seriously, Zhang Qingshan shook his hand and walked out quickly... The two soldiers and Mu Youchun looked at Zhang Qingshan in amazement, especially Mu Youchun. He never expected that the regiment commander would give up his identity and face so seriously for such a small matter, and apologize to the soldiers so seriously. In his opinion, it was a bit absurd and absurd. At the same time, he had a deeper understanding of the Eighth Route Army - what kind of people bring out what kind of soldiers! A regiment commander could do this in such a subtle matter, which can be inferred how strict the soldiers he led would be.

Sun Bingcheng felt that Zhang Qingshan suddenly went to the confinement room to lock him up, and there must be many unsuitable places. If he needed anything, he would be able to run errands. He kept standing at the gate and watching... This means that his personality is relatively honest. He had to be replaced by Xiang Tao or Zhou Baoyu. At this time, he would not care about anything else and would not listen to Zhang Qingshan's tricks. He would definitely be shameless and followed the whole process.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan walking out quickly with a bad look, he thought something had happened, so he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Captain, what's wrong? Who made you angry, I'll go and suck him!"

Zhang Qingshan was depressed, and he became even more depressed when he heard this. He couldn't tell Sun Bingcheng that he had made a big joke just now, right?

Zhang Qingshan is worthy of his reputation as a wise man. Although he rarely showed a bit of embarrassment when he heard this concerned question, he was so angry that he was so embarrassed that he didn't even think about it. He opened his mouth and cursed: "What a bullshit to do with me as their neighbors! I won't sit in prison anymore..."

This is the root of Zhang Qingshan’s question just now. It is also Zhang Qingshan’s political maturity and stability, and his vision is reflected in Zhang Qingshan’s rough and thin character.

Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers!

Zhang Qingshan is now the regiment commander, which is a school-level officer by level. Since he became a colonel, he naturally wants to go further and become a general. After all, the title of general is much more prestigious and more pleasant than that of a school-level officer such as a colonel, and it is easier for people to recognize weight. The school-level and military-level are a big hurdle. To overcome this hurdle, it is a reflection of a person's comprehensive quality. It not only requires being able to fight, but also needs to be considered in terms of political attitudes and positions, personality, supporters' strength, etc.

If the confinement room he lives in is connected to the Japanese, then imagine, at the critical moment when Zhang Qingshan rose, if there was a jealous villain spreading rumors, just say, "Don't look at Zhang Qingshan's war, all the conditions are met, but when he was imprisoned, he was a neighbor with two Japanese... "This sounds fine, and it is realistic, but its true meaning will leave a very bad impression in people's subconscious mind: if you are with Japanese soldiers, wouldn't it mean that Zhang Qingshan colluded with Japanese soldiers? Otherwise, you must have made a big mistake or something, otherwise, how could you be with Japanese soldiers?

If you leave such a bad impression on the superior department, it is probably that no matter how many battles Zhang Qingshan wins, he will only dream in the daytime if he wants to be a general.

But these words can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words, so Zhang Qingshan could only mention them perfunctorily. Of course, this was also what Zhang Qingshan took the initiative to come to the door, no wonder others... The telegram said that he wanted him to suspend his post and reflect on his work, but he did not say he was locked up. He just went to the confinement room because of his unhappiness.

"Oh! This is the masterpiece of which talented man, which can make our leader's popular face blue... Come on! Let me take a good look, is this head so angry that it is raised?"

Zhang Qingshan immediately looked up and glared at Hu Yingze who was walking quickly in front of him, frowned and asked, "Old Hu, what do you mean? I will come to see me for jokes, or will I come to beat me, the dog who fell into the water?"

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Chapter completed!