Chapter 58: Blood Refining Military Soul (I)

"Brother, the brothers have all fought, and the three groups have collapsed?" Such a huge man, with a bandage on his shoulder, with dark red blood stains, and he was filled with tears of sorrow.

"Lao Liu, we are fighting the Japanese, and it is worth it to die. Besides, we can delay the Japanese attack more, so the commander will be more sure wherever we are." Jiang Weiren felt uncomfortable. Those who died were all old brothers who had been in the army for many years. However, on the battlefield, when fighting father and son soldiers and going to battle, they were just bad luck.

This is also a team of soldiers who are also charging forward. Some can achieve unscathed military achievements, while others are shot as soon as they get up.

There is no law of survival on the battlefield, and those who make contributions are heroes, but those who die in battle are not cowards.

"I know that many brothers have complaints in their hearts. The opposite is the Fourth Cavalry Brigade. Although it is not elite, it is difficult to deal with. Have you ever thought about it? One team is not uncomfortable. It is not so easy to encircle and annihilate the 11th Brigade. Although the Japanese are all sluts, they will not be vague when fighting the war. Once the 11th Brigade is solved, the pressure here will be much less."

Jiang Weiren couldn't help but look forward to it. If he could destroy a Japanese brigade on the battlefield in North China, he would have made a contribution.

"That boy commander?" Shi Laoliu curled his lips and said contemptuously: "I don't think he was kind-hearted and had the intention to let us fight for the Japanese. Then he waited for an opportunity to annex us, and it was like this wherever he went. This was called eliminating dissidents. The commander back then..."

"Bastard, you know what a fool... Commander Zeng is a person with great ability. If you want to eat us, do you think you can become the regiment commander again? Isn't it pity that our Northeast Army was defeated thousands of miles away and even the hearts of the army and the people were gone. I want to give us a chance." Jiang Weiren was so angry that he kicked Shi Laoliu in the chest.

Shi Laoliu didn't know, but Jiang Weiren knew that at the beginning of the year, 30,000 Northeast Army was raided in Lantian, and the morale of the army was disbanded. After the army was disbanded, Zeng Yiyang did not have a great riot troops and formed the Northeast Army. Instead, he specifically talked to him and Wang Yizhe and asked them to lead the troops. This was not an empty talk.

Shi Laoliu was also furious, stalking his neck, and said angrily: "Brother, our brothers' guns are all the capital to settle down and they can't lose anything. If even the troops are lost, we will not wait for the commander of the kid to lay a knife on the brothers!"

"I dare to shake the morale of the army, I... I will destroy you..." Jiang Weiren was angry with Shi Laoliu, and escaped from his gun.

Seeing something wrong, Shi Laoliu didn't dare to stay too long. He rolled and crawled into the trenches, and left Jiang Weiren's sight after turning around.

Jiang Weiren's roar sounded behind him, and Shi Laoliu couldn't help but shrink his head and shuddered with lingering fear.

Shi Laoliu is also an old man under Jiang Weiren, and it has been a regiment commander for more than a day or two. He understood that the Japanese army in front of him seemed to be the banner of a brigade, but in fact it was only about 4,000 people.

When he retreated from the Northeast, he was full of anger. He even went to the streets to hear the three words "Northeast Army". He was afraid of being scolded. If he stayed in the Northeast and pulled up a team and fought against the Japanese, he would be worthy of his fellow villagers. But even without a shot, he ran more than a thousand miles and was even a stolen hat. No matter what he said, the soldiers would not be convinced, but the military orders were as high as a mountain and could not complain.

When he led his troops to block the Japanese army, Shi Laoliu also had some thoughts in his mind, saying that he would kill more Japanese devils, and he could lose anyone, but he could not lose his ancestors' face.

But a large group of 2,000 people was injured in just a few days.

Seeing that if he did not withdraw from the battlefield, his third regiment would be defeated, he was anxious. He thought that he would go to the division commander and ask for some reinforcements, but he blamed his stinky mouth. He wanted to be happy for a moment and forgot about this.

When he returned to his own troops, the battalion commanders immediately surrounded him and asked Shi Laoliu in a verbal manner. Seeing the regiment commander's cold face, the group of people couldn't help but take a few steps back, but nowhere was the size of the trenches in the trenches.

"What? I've become capable and learn to force me? I'm still the regiment commander now. As long as I'm still in my tone, the Japanese will not be able to step on the defense zone of my third regiment. I tell you whether there is any reinforcements or ammunition. If the bullets are exhausted, use a bayonet. Even if I'm exhausted, I'll waste the Japanese devils." Shi Laoliu said coldly with a face. He can't say that he almost got the gun from the division commander. He didn't even have time to raise the ammunition, so he escaped back in a cowardly way!

Shake the morale of the army?

Shi Laoliu really didn't have the courage, and he knew very well that if the Red Army was determined to "test" the Northeast Army who had joined the Communist Party, no matter how clever he was, he would not be able to escape the killing stick.

He went to Jiang Weiren but wanted some reinforcements. Even if he couldn't get them, he wanted to let the superior know that Shi Laoliu was not a coward and was not vague in wars. But he didn't cry or make trouble, but who knew his hard work. This was just his way of dealing with things for a long time.

But in fact, he had to make a decision now. Nearly half of the troops were killed or killed, but they had not yet collapsed, and their ancestors appeared. He heard that in some Northeastern troops in Hebei, the troops were defeated on the whole line with less than 30% casualties and could not be stopped.

I can't figure out the truth. Since Shi Laoliu was adapted into the Red Army, his original troops had no intention of breaking up. Instead, he went to a study class by himself. For him, who didn't even recognize his words, he really didn't learn to have a realization.

Even after he returned to the army, there was not much change. Naturally, the training was increased a little, but the Red Army was very hard. It was not easy to be able to eat enough. But he did not dare to take physically expensive training, but he only strengthened the shooting subjects.

Could it be these political cadres with pens in their pockets?

But his regiment had only a few political cadres, but they didn't even have a political commissar. This was because Zeng Yiyang was afraid of surrendering the troops, especially the commander who commanded the troops, so he was not in a hurry to reorganize. Another reason was that even the Forty Army had insufficient cadre reserves and there were not so many people to be dispatched.

"Ergouzi, come here for me." I found that even the leader of his regiment was confused. It was logical that the army had strong combat power, which should be a good thing, but Shi Laoliu had a sense of evil nature in his heart, and he thought there was a falsehood in it.

"Captain, you can't even Ergouzi, Ergouzi always greets me like this. I have a big name now, called He Tiejun." The commander of the regiment guard company complained unwillingly.

"He Tiejun?" Shi Laoliu was stunned. The name was awkward. He Ergou barked smoothly. He asked in confusion: "Isn't it good to call Ergou?"

He Tiejun was immediately dissatisfied and said with resentment: "It's the person who calls me happy, who knows how awkward the person who listens to me. Mr. Jiang said that you can't be blind as a person. Now we want to be a cultural person, so of course this name has to be changed."

"Cultural people? Your family has been bandits for three generations. The thief crawling out of the thief's nest. You still want to be a cultural person. Do you look like a cultural person?" Shi Laoliu said disdainfully.

"Shi Ganjun said that my birth was oppressed by feudalism. According to Ganjun Jiang, I was extremely poor and could not bear the oppression of feudal rulers, so I went up the mountain to revolution. I was the most revolutionary group." When he said this, He Tiejun was a little complacent, but he would not really believe that these words were true. He was also engaged in the bandits and did business without capital, which had nothing to do with the revolution.

To put it bluntly, he has never harmed the people. The key is that the people are poor and cannot grab any good things.

But if a cultural person says this, it sounds so comfortable. Just like Mr. Jiang, he can speak without swearing, and he can also be lenient.

Didn’t Shi Laoliu look down on He Tiejun? He thought to himself that when he became a cultural person, he would give him a soldier name? He was so embarrassed to say it, but after a few disputes with the other party, he also became interested in this Secretary Jiang.

If you want to move forward, whoever mentions Jiang’s work will be anxious.

The trench was small, and Shi Laoliu moved his body and approached He Tiejun and asked in a low voice: "What have Mr. Jiang done these days?"

"Didn't you send someone to follow him?" He Tiejun's expression of not telling me you didn't know, which made Shi Laoliu feel embarrassed.

"I'm afraid that my brothers will be deceived by his sweet words. Besides, Commander Wang and his brothers were forced to join the Red Army at that time. That was because of the situation. Do I know if I was joining the Red Army? Or try the depth here first." Shi Laoliu was not afraid that He Tiejun would spread the words. There were too many people with this intention, and he was not alone.

Shi Laoliu suddenly had the idea of ​​meeting Mr. Jiang. On the surface, Mr. Jiang was a political cadre sent by the Red Army. But he did not hold a practical position, which was enough for him to be curious because he was afraid of being seized of power, so he did not give the other party a good face.

It's strange that Mr. Jiang looked kind to everyone else, but he looked down on his elders, and his nose was not his nose.

Zeng Yiyang sent five political cadres to each regiment for the surrendered troops, with the purpose of a regiment political commissar and four battalion instructors. Other political cadres are screened from the troops, trained and inspected, and then appointed. This can avoid panic among soldiers and work smoothly.

These practices all follow the "soldier movement" method, starting with soldiers, and seizing the cohesion of the troops.

Of course, this is also very slow to achieve, much slower than mixing. But the tradition of the troops can be retained to the greatest extent. Besides, there are not so many cadres who mix the troops of an army.

Of course, Shi Laoliu didn't know Zeng Yiyang's idea. As long as he didn't seize his military power, everything else would be easy to say, so he tolerated several political cadres to stay in his regiment.

It was getting darker and it was almost evening. It was probably not a risky attack by the Japanese army. At the beginning, the Japanese Fourth Brigade was like a mad dog, attacking for two days, and even at night did not stop.

With more casualties and insufficient logistics supply, the field battle was also stopped. Judging from the weather, the Japanese army probably wouldn't attack anymore, so they were determined to ask Mr. Jiang to have a good chat. After all, he was a brother of life and death in a trenches. Shi Laoliu would let go of his grudges at this time.

"Ergouzi, do you have anything to eat?" Shi Laoliu remembered that he had not eaten for a day and was so hungry that he felt a little disgusting.

He Tiejun rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction and thought to himself, why is it so difficult to change a name? He almost told everyone that his name was He Tiejun, but his name was called by others, and it didn't count on his own words. But others didn't change their words, and he had no choice but to do anything, right?

Take out a dry cake from the dry food bag and handed it to He Tiejun: "The dry food I sent yesterday is a bit rotten."

The weather is hot and the food cannot be stored. Even the dry pancakes will change after being kept for a day.

Those who served in the army would stutter on the battlefield and would not care about it. The pancakes were mixed with the smell of sweat and sour smell and rushed straight to their noses. But Shi Lao Liu didn't care at all. He took a hard bite and took a few bites. His mouth suddenly seemed to be like a bite of sand, and his mouth was full of dryness.

He took a few sips of water before he could swallow it.

I was going to eat a few more bites, but suddenly I saw a ball of black stuff on the white pancake. When I got closer, I smelled it. I knew it was blood. He Tiejun didn't look like he was injured, and knew it was the blood of the Japanese. I suddenly lost my appetite and handed the pancake to He Tiejun.

When I touched my chest, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. There was no supply of cigarettes for a long time, and there was no cigarette in the military supplies of the Red Army.

He Jianjun carefully took out a cigarette box, took out one and handed it to Shi Laoliu, and whispered: "This was taken out of a Japanese man who rushed into the trench. Unfortunately, the Japanese man who was prodigal is a cigarette ghost, and only five cigarettes are left in a box..."

From the feet, I carefully pinched a half-burned piece of wood, came to me, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The spicy smell of smoke slowly lingers from the trachea, and a ball of white mist slowly floats out of the mouth and nose. There is a kind of dizziness like a cigarette mouth. After a long time, Shi Laoliu spits out two words: "Comfortable..."

"Everyone said that the Red Army would fool people. Tell me, where did this Ganesh Man come from? What did he fool you?" Shi Laoliu said indifferently that he had never dared to pursue Ganesh Man's actions, but he was also curious about how magical this Ganesh Man is, and his subordinates all had a good impression of him.

"I heard that it was from the old regiment, and the company commander was in the south. In Hunan, one company captured a captive from another regiment. I heard that when we were arranged to come to our regiment, Director Jiang was still a little upset." Of course, He Tiejun's words were somewhat exaggerated, but one thing was indeed true, and they came from Zeng Yiyang's guardian army.

"Why don't I know?" Shi Laoliu said in shock.

"Captain, you are the only one who is Guan Wei left. Director Jiang can't catch your eye." Since joining the Red Army, his subordinates' temper is very good, and many of them have started to joke with him. However, Shi Laoliu didn't care. As long as his subordinates still listened to him, they would be fine.

"Where did you hear this?"

"As Secretary Gu said, in the afternoon's battle, he took dozens of brothers to jump out of the trenches and fight the bayonets who rushed to the position. If he hadn't been lost at that time, the position would have been lost. After the battle, he would not have come back..." He Tiejun sighed softly, and after saying that, his eyes suddenly became red.

Shi Laoliu didn’t know where the Red Army was good at fighting.

Not long ago, in the battle of Zangmapo, the infantry in a battalion fought for 80% of the casualties, leaving behind a small half of the cavalry regiment. When he heard the news, he was also excited for a long time.

At this time, Shi Laoliu didn't know that he had already developed the intention to cooperate with Director Jiang.

"Ergouzi, help me invite Officer Jiang, I want to talk to him." Shi Laoliu urged He Tiejun.
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