The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

He had just confirmed with the commissioner of the provincial government that Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department of the Theater Command, had indeed arrived at Jieshou.

Although Yang Ling didn't know why a lieutenant general director came to such a dangerous place, but whether it was a blessing or a disaster, he couldn't avoid it, so he decided to meet the political department director he had never met before, Lieutenant General Zhou Fu.

Liu Sheng, Lei Xiong and other staff members automatically stopped at the door, while Yang Ling stepped over the threshold and walked into the living room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Director Zhou and the adjutants who were talking in the room all raised their heads and looked towards the door.

Although there are photos in this era, they are not as popular as mobile phone cameras. Only some newspaper reporters are equipped with them. Therefore, although there is a relationship between superiors and subordinates, in this occupied area, the two sides have never seen each other.

Yang Ling was wearing a neat military uniform. Although his boots looked a bit worn out, his steps were powerful and resonant. His whole body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, showing its sharpness.

Seeing such a heroic and vigorous young general approaching, General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department who is slightly fat, seems to have seen himself in the Whampoa Military Academy when he was young. Fight against danger.

"The No. [-] Guerrilla Corps in Northern Subei, Colonel Yang Ling has met Commander Zhou!"

Yang Ling stopped his feet a few steps away from Director Zhou Fu of the Political Department, slapped his heels on the ground, stood up and saluted Director Zhou Fu with a standard military salute.

Seeing that Yang Ling exuded the iron-blooded and tough style unique to soldiers, General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department from Whampoa, couldn't help but feel a good feeling in his heart, and hurriedly stood up.

"Captain Yang, hello, I'm Zhou Fu, Director of the Political Department of the Theater Command. The First Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu can fight and win consecutive battles. You, Captain Yang, have contributed a lot. When I saw you today, you really have an extraordinary bearing. Ah, haha." General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, returned a military salute to Yang Ling, then extended his hand with a smile.

Yang Ling also let go of his saluting hand, and shook hands with Zhou Fu, director of the political department: "Director Zhou praised you absurdly. The victory of the northern Subei Corps was due to the hard work of the brothers. I, Yang Ling, dare not be greedy for credit, but Director Zhou came from afar. Come here, I am far away from welcoming you, I have lost my courtesy..."

"Hmph, Captain Yang still knows that he has lost his manners. We all waited for half an hour before showing up. You are so arrogant—" The major and adjutant stood beside him, seeing that Yang Ling did not shake hands with him, He opened his mouth in a strange way.

"Who is this?" Yang Ling's eyes turned to the stinging major, and his eyes became more sharp.

"Captain Yang, let me introduce. This is Adjutant Liu Wei, who works part-time in the staff office of the theater command."

"Oh? So it's Adjutant Liu."

Yang Ling only looked sideways for a while, and then turned his gaze back to Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department: "Mr. Zhou, you have come from a long way, and I have already ordered people to prepare wine and food to cleanse you up..."

The arrogant Major's adjutant Liu Wei originally thought that he was from the theater command and was also the adjutant of Zhou Fu, the director of the political department. His words still carried a little weight. He made things difficult for Yang Ling because he wanted to brush up his own sense of existence.

After seeing Yang Ling just oh, he continued to talk to Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, and ignored him at all, which really made him very angry, but seeing Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, was not easy to explode, and he was full of suffocation. flushed.

Text Chapter 29 Wine Table Culture

The arrival of Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, soon became known to the military officers sent by the provincial government and friendly forces to observe the ceremony. They realized that the rise of the First Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu was inevitable.

Previously, they looked down on the Subei Corps, and felt that they had given the Subei Corps a lot of face by coming to the Subei Corps's commendation meeting.

Now seeing that General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, was sent by the theater command, they also put away their arrogance, and they all took the initiative to go to the place where Director Zhou was cleansed.

Facing the officers of various units and the commissioners and gentry who came to curry favor with Director Zhou, Yang Ling also smiled wryly, and had to order a few extra tables of meals temporarily.

"Officer Zhou came all the way to visit our brothers in the Subei Corps. As the commander, I would like to thank the commanders of the war zone for their concern for our Subei Corps. I would like to offer a toast to Commander Zhou!"

Naturally, Yang Ling would not let those insignificant people steal the limelight, so after the banquet started, before the commissioners and gentlemen approached, he took the lead in toasting Director Zhou.

As a landlord, Yang Ling saw him standing up to toast, even if the people around wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with Director Zhou, they had to step aside and make room for Yang Ling.

"Captain Yang led the officers and soldiers of the Northern Subei Corps to successive battles, especially the recent Jieshou battle, which showed the prestige of our Chinese soldiers! Commander Yu also asked me to represent the colleagues of the Subei Corps to shed blood on behalf of the Subei Corps Congratulations to the fighting officers and soldiers, congratulations on your world first victory! I hope you will carry forward your tenacious and brave fighting spirit, fight the enemy bravely, and drive the Japanese invaders out of China as soon as possible!"

General Zhou Fu of the theater's political department also stood up and toasted Yang Ling, congratulating them on their victory on behalf of the theater command.

"Thank you officers for your concern. I, Yang Ling, represent the brothers of the Subei Corps. I will do my best to respect you! I will continue to work hard and fight the enemy bravely!" Yang Ling raised his neck and drank his pride.

"Okay!" Seeing Yang Ling's crispness, everyone around applauded.

"Everyone cheers, let's congratulate the officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps on their first victory in the world—" Director Zhou also called everyone to drink.

For a moment, there was a clear sound of wine glasses colliding, and the aroma of the wine permeated the air. Although the food was ordinary, the wine was good wine.

"Captain Yang, today you asked Director Zhou to wait for you for half an hour, but it's unbecoming of your master, so you have to punish yourself three times to apologize to Director Zhou, right?"

Seeing that Yang Ling was about to sit down after drinking, the major's adjutant Liu Wei said with a smile.

"Yes, this must be done." The other adjutant followed suit, which made Yang Ling feel disgusted with them in his heart, but since the other party made a move, he had to follow up, otherwise he would appear petty.

Seeing his adjutant making things difficult for him on such an occasion, Director Zhou's complexion darkened, and he said in a loud voice: "Captain Yang, they are joking, don't mind."

Yang Ling winked and asked the waiter to refill his wine glass: "Mr. Zhou, these two brothers are right. I did neglect today. Please forgive me. I will punish myself for three glasses."

Yang Ling didn't care about the eyes of the people around him as he spoke, and drank three glasses of wine in a row, winning applause from all the halls.

General Zhou Fu, the director of the political department, was also a soldier. He originally wanted to stop Yang Ling, but when he saw that he was not only good at fighting, but also had such a bold personality, he immediately became interested in talent, and he also stood up and raised his glass: "Everyone, we Let’s have another toast to Captain Yang’s magnanimity!"

Everyone also toasted, and the atmosphere in the lobby of the restaurant was very warm and extraordinary.

The lights were flickering, the cups of wine were intertwined, and the officers, gentry and civilian officials in the room were flushed from drinking, and the atmosphere became more lively.

"Mr. Liu, is it the first time we meet, let me toast you!"

Luo Feng, the deputy battalion commander with the scars on his face that had just scabbed over, saw that the adjutant had been picking on Yang Ling, so he also walked over with the wine jar.

"you are?"

Lieutenant Liu Wei was a little puzzled when he saw this fierce-looking major officer with scars all over his face, holding his wine glass, thinking that he didn't know him.

"My name is Luo Feng, deputy battalion commander of the third battalion of Subei Corps. I would like to offer a toast to Chief Liu! Please take care of him in the future."

Adjutant Liu Wei is also a major, and Luo Feng is also a major, but Luo Feng deliberately called Liu Wei the chief, which greatly satisfied Liu Wei's self-esteem.

"Good talk, good talk."

The so-called people who don't smile when they talk, since they called him the chief, so Liu Wei drank it without thinking, but he didn't see the sneer on the corner of Luo Feng's mouth.

"Mr. Liu, eat your food first, I'll go over there." After drinking, Luo Feng walked away.

But before the lieutenant of the major, Liu Wei, sat down, Huagou, the deputy battalion commander, approached him again.

"Commander Liu, I am the deputy battalion commander of the Second Battalion, and I respect you too! I hope that Commander Liu will have some kind words in the future..." Huagou, the deputy battalion commander of the major, said seriously while holding a wine bowl.

"Definitely." Seeing Huagou's enthusiasm, Lieutenant Liu Wei couldn't refuse, so he asked someone to pour wine.

"Mr. Liu, we are all soldiers. It's petty to use wine glasses, but proud to use bowls!"

Huagou said, picked up a sea bowl from the side, poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Liu Wei.

"Do it!" Before the adjutant Liu Wei could react, Hua Gou raised his neck and drank the contents of his own bowl.

"Mr. Liu, why don't you drink? Are you looking down on me, brother?"

Looking at the bowl of wine, Lieutenant Liu Wei complained in his heart, but seeing Huagou staring at himself after drinking, he also bit the bullet and drank it.

After all, Major Liu Wei came from the theater command and was the adjutant of Zhou Fu, the political director. The country gentry couldn't get close to General Zhou Fu, so they chose to curry favor and came over to toast one after another.