The rugged and winding mountain road is like a long snake with no head or tail, leading from this end of the mountain to the other end of the mountain.

On the hillside, a special team was rushing to the road. The Eighth Route Army soldiers guarding with spears and the art soldiers walking slowly with donkeys. The most eye-catching ones were of course the two female soldiers in the middle of the team.

A young girl with a young age of seventeen or eighteen years old, whose nickname is Erni. Relying on another female soldier Qiu Shufang, who was a few years older than her, the two supported her and rushed to the road.

"Sister, I can't walk anymore, let me take a break." Erni's head was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her face turned pale.

Not long after she joined the Eighth Route Army, her tender little feet were not yet tempered, and she couldn't stand the mountain road dozens of miles.

Qiu Shufang, who is a few years older than her, has more than her age, but also experience in joining the army.

She wiped the sweat off Erni's head with a handkerchief and comforted her: "Erni, if you persist, you will not be far away. If you cross this mountain, you will be Zhaojiazhuang.

Moreover, it’s so late, so it’s not easy to rush to stop and rest. The team can’t be dragged any longer, so you can bear it.”

Erni pursed her lips and nodded gently. Her steps became even weaker, just like she was walking on cotton while drunk. It put Qiu Shufang, who was holding her, under greater pressure.

The long road is long.

The soldiers at the entrance of Zhaojiazhuang Village were waiting for the left and the right were not coming yet. They were muttering in their hearts: "Why don't you come today, right?"

The man at the highest point of the village entrance swept several times with a telescope, but he didn't even see his own figure, and he was also worried.

Li Yunlong knew that the division propaganda team should be here today. But the sun is about to set, and it hasn't arrived yet. Is there something unexpected happening?

Don't you meet the Japanese? He is a little afraid to think about it.

"Zhang Dabiao."

"have."

"Take a few people to see."

"Yes, the leader."

Zhang Dabiao ran down the hill and pointed to a squad leader of a battalion team: "Take a few people with me."

As soon as they ran out and were about to follow the mountain road to search, they saw the propaganda team walking to the front of the warriors.

Soon, the entire propaganda team appeared in the eyes of the soldiers of the New Regiment.

Since that moment, the soldiers of the entire regiment have raised their heads and their chests, their eyes shining, showing their best side.

There was no accident, and Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief. He just made up his mind to send more soldiers to escort them when they went back tomorrow.

He himself walked out of the village and met him in person. Although this time it didn't work, he still had to expect the publicity team to come again in the future.

Before the others arrived, the voice had already arrived: "Lao Xu, you finally come to see me."

The captain of the division's propaganda team is a fourth-ranking army in his thirties, named Xu Xiaoyong.

When I was crossing the grassland, no one cared about anyone. Xu Xiaoyong was also a propaganda officer. He held a pair of quick-paced men and followed the team while singing quick-paced men to boost morale.

The troops in front scraped the ground and ate everything they could eat, while the troops in the back had no grassroots to eat.

Xu Xiaoyong pulled off his belt and cooked it, and he would have almost eaten dirt. If he hadn't met Li Yunlong, a big dog, he would have really become a pile of bones on the grass.

Facing his old comrade-in-arms who had not seen him for half a year, Xu Xiaoyong happily stepped forward and gave a hug: "Isn't this here? In order to meet you, Captain Li as soon as possible, I have pushed the task of going to another group back. It's fun!"

Li Yunlong's narrow eyes were quite helpful: "You kid knows what you are."

After a few greetings, he called Xu Xiaoyong to lead the propaganda team into the village. He invited him to drink at night. His old comrades may not have been talking about the past for many days.

The propaganda team arranged for Zhang Dabiao to the home of a fellow villager next to the Third Company. There was no fun to watch. The soldiers dispersed, but there was a little more discussion in their mouths.

"Why are there female soldiers in the propaganda team?"

"How can't the propaganda team have female soldiers? They are not like our front-line troops, and the propaganda officers are all big men. They should be as thick as they should be."

"Oh, what do you think."

Yuan Chenming, who was beside him, rolled his eyes, and his eyes were green. He knew what he was thinking in his mind.

Of course he is not that superficial.

Who hasn't seen a female soldier before? Humph!

Just as he was walking back, he ran into Hu Zi, the commander who came to find him: "Uh, Bai... the commander received the people from the propaganda team and asked the kitchen team to specially cook some delicious food. I'm here to inform you."

The entertainment propaganda team notified me. What does Li Yunlong mean?

I'm just a piggyback.

Yuan Chenming was very dissatisfied. Is there anyone who looked down on others so much?

His nose is not the nose, his eyes are not the eyes, and he is very upset: "I understand. Tell him, don't think I'll buy me for a meal, and I think it's beautiful.

The bet will be decided the day after tomorrow. When he comes to bring a sedan chair to invite me, it depends on whether I feel that way.”

Humph, proud face.

I really take myself as a character. If the leader hadn't told me, who would have taken you seriously? Hu Zi curled his lips and turned around and left.

"Hey, don't forget to tell him!"

Watching the person leave, Yuan Chenming couldn't help but hum a little song.

We ordinary people, I am so happy today. We ordinary people, I am so happy tonight.

There is no way. If a person becomes smooth, even God can't stop him.

It was originally planned to take seven days, but now it is almost done in five days. It will be a long way to get Lao Li to know each other after assembly tomorrow.

Hehe, there are not many people who can make Li Yunlong admit defeat. Just this one is enough for him to brag for the rest of his life.

"Gulugulu~" The lunch without any oil has been digested, and I don't know what delicious food the cooking team in the regiment headquarters made.

I can't say that today I have to talk to the old man and give him an extra spoon.

Do it as soon as you say it.

As he trotted all the way, Yuan Chenming felt familiar with the kitchen team. Before he could enter the door, he could smell the fragrance.

The meat smells like stewed chicken, and what to stir-fry with bacon?

I had no time to think about it, and I couldn't help but feel the pain and tears.

Miss it so much.

He opened the door and shouted: "Robbery, hand over all the roasted chicken and bacon, I, Raoer, will not die."

Lao Wang stared at him with the iron spoon head, turned around and continued to cook. He was so robber who knocked down the robber with a spoon head, he was afraid that he would deliver the food.

Just a little joke, Yuan Chenming took the bowls and chopsticks and walked up: "Uncle Wang, bacon and cabbage are delicious.

The bacon itself is salty, is it salt added? It can’t be made salty anymore, I have to taste the salty taste.”

The chopstick head that had just reached out was hit by a spoon before it had even grasped the meat.

"This is from the entertainment and publicity team. If you pick up the meat, you won't be frying cabbage."

Hehe, someone with a criminal record was smiling. Who asked Lao Wang to put less meat in cooking? If he had a plate of meat, he would have to keep half of it!

If one plan fails, another plan comes into being.

"Uncle Wang, didn't you ask me to name your grandson two days ago? I just remembered an excellent name.

But when I smelled the aroma of meat, I didn’t eat the meat and I forgot half of the name. What a pity, it’s a pity..."

Yuan Chenming looked regretful. If Lao Wang hadn't known his virtue, he would have believed it.

The spoon head flew away, and half a bowl of vegetables was added to the bowl. Nine-point vegetables were one cent meat.

Yuan Chenming swallowed it without any appearance, and at the same time he did not forget to give him a sincere flattery: "It's so fragrant."

"Did you remember what name it is?" Lao Wang asked with concern.

In fact, if it were something else, Yuan Chenming might not have succeeded today. But it was related to his eldest grandson...

Last month, a letter from home told Lao Wang to be his grandfather. His son wanted to be his grandfather and gave his grandson a name.

Wang Gang, Wang Tie, Wang Zhu, Wang Tiehao... The name of the bigots is better, but that's not a big deal!

College students should always have a meaningful and meaningful name.
Chapter completed!