Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Li Yunlong turned his head, feeling lost, "Well, I lost one of my best drinking friends!"

Zhao Gang laughed and said, "But our Eighth Route Army has one more general..."

Suddenly, for a long time, Li Yunlong nodded slowly towards the direction where the new third regiment had disappeared...

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292 Who Is the Chance of Survival

The time when the New Third Regiment chose to go to Baijia Village, where it was stationed, was in the evening. The sky was dark and approaching night. At this time, the Japanese troops were basically resting in the enemy's battle zone. to the minimum.

The area around Baijia Village is not that close to the Independence Regiment, even riding a horse would take at least one morning, not to mention that the New Third Regiment still carried all the belongings of the whole regiment, so the marching speed was naturally greatly reduced, until midnight, it was not halfway through distance.

Most of the New Third Regiment were recruits, not to mention their physical strength. In addition, they had never experienced a long-distance trek all night, and their physical strength gradually became exhausted.

Fortunately, summer is approaching, and even in the evening, the temperature is not too low. After seeing the exhausted soldiers, Han Feng ordered a rest. He sat on a high slope that all resting soldiers could see and pulled up with the soldiers. homely.

As for what to do?

Han Feng's approachable voice quietly spread throughout the entire team, "Everyone knows what the predecessor of our Eighth Route Army is?"

A soldier from Heiyunzhai said: "Commander, I know, it's the Red Army!"

"That's right, but do you know what is the most commendable thing about the Red Army?"

Xie Baoqing, who had been closely following Han Feng and acted as a guard, said, "Commander, I have heard of this. I heard that in three or four years, when the Guo army surrounded and suppressed the Red Army, the Red Army was forced to move and cross the One after another, I heard that I walked through the grassland, and I don’t know how many people died along the way and finally came out. Later, when the little devils came in, the Red Army stopped fighting with the Guo Army and was reorganized into the Eighth Route Army.”

Han Feng said: "Old Xie is right. This is a very long and difficult road to transfer. You can call it the Long March, but who of you knows the details of the Long March? How far did the Red Army go? How much hardship did they suffer? , to retain the vitality and develop into our Eighth Route Army today?"

When Han Feng asked this question, everyone fell silent. The entire new third regiment is basically composed of recruits and bandits, plus surrendered puppet troops. There are really not many veterans in the whole team, especially those who have experienced the Long March. The veterans are probably only the old squad leader Liu Zheng and the deputy squad leader Xu Fengshou, but both of them have the calmness of the old Red Army in their personalities, they are not ostentatious, and they don't mean to show off at all.

Han Feng smiled and said: "I know you are all curious about this question, there are two veterans in our team who have experienced the Long March, please tell me, do you want to invite these two veterans to come up and talk to us? ?”

"Want to—"

"Old squad leader, I will trouble you!" Han Feng said with a smile. Liu Zheng shook his head helplessly and walked up the high slope where Han Feng was.

Liu Zheng's voice was very calm, even mixed with plainness. The old Red Army had gone through hardships and battles. Excessive hardships made his appearance far older than his actual age should be. Two screens of hair Has shown hoarfrost:

"Long March! The name of the regiment leader is very good. The road was really long and long. It was so long that no one knew how long it was. As for how many people died, I only know that there were 11 people in the same class as me. After finishing the Long March, the whole class survived me and Lao Xu."

The wind at night is always a bit strong, and the branches on both sides are rustling. Amidst the awe of the soldiers of the New Third Regiment, Lao Xu also walked to the high slope together. In the dark night, he told two thousand soldiers about the hardships of the Long March.

Old Xu said: "Many years have passed since the Long March, but every time I think about it, it seems like it happened yesterday. The team in front ate up all the food, so they could only eat wild vegetables, and the team behind also ate up all the food. The wild vegetables on the roadside have been eaten up by the front team, so they can only gnaw on the bark. As for the team behind, they didn't even gnaw on the bark, so they could only starve to death... When the squad leader was about to starve to death, the last Half a bag of highland barley noodles was given to Lao Liu, and Lao Liu wanted to give me the half bag of highland barley noodles, but I refused, and the two of us ate the small half bag of highland barley noodles together... That's really true. The most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life, because every bite is living my own life!"

Liu Zheng's vicissitudes of life became a little dull, and his memory seemed to return to the most difficult period of the Long March a few years ago in an instant, "... when we crossed the grassland, there was a swamp inside, and no one noticed it. A comrade accidentally fell into it. They yelled for help. We stretched out the branches we could find around to them and let them pull and pull, but the more we pulled, the more their bodies sank, and finally the whole head They were all buried in the swamp, only one hand was still stretched out, and the pale hand was holding on to the branch. Several of us soldiers were crying, and no one knew whether to continue pulling or wait. That hand was submerged together with the branches... On the snow mountain, many comrades just said they were tired, sat down on the ground, and fell asleep in the snow mountain forever... Sometimes when I wake up from a dream, I think it's a miracle that I can actually do it. After surviving this journey, I know that without the half bag of barley noodles from the squad leader, neither Lao Xu nor I can survive..."

Following the heavy words of the two veterans, needles could be heard everywhere, and even the more than 300 bandits felt inexplicably shocked in their hearts.

Shanmaozi suddenly taunted: "That squad leader of yours is so stupid, since he can survive, why didn't he eat the half bag of barley noodles and leave it to you, so he starved to death!"

But as soon as the words fell, Shan Maozi shuddered, and he felt that there were many eyes around him that were almost killing him, shooting towards him.

Zhou Daniu glared at Shanmaozi: "If you need a beating, just tell me, I will satisfy you at any time."

Shanmaozi remembered Zhou Daniu, the burly man next to Han Feng. This guy's skills were extraordinary. He knew himself, and this guy in front of him could easily kill him.

The other sharp gazes also made Shan Maozi shudder, and he shrank his head, not daring to speak nonsense anymore.

Han Feng's voice was very deep: "I think this is not just Liang Erhu's doubts, but also everyone's doubts. You may be thinking, since you can live, why should you leave the chance to others?

To be honest, I also don't know what the answer to this question is.

But I also have my own choice. If my brother and I are facing death at the same time, I am willing to bear the death alone and leave the chance of survival to my brother.

Perhaps, the Red Army was so pure back then, every Red Army soldier regarded his comrades-in-arms as brothers!

But this is nothing to be envied. My Xinsan Regiment can also do it one day. Not to mention, there are at least a dozen people in the Xinsan Regiment at this moment. I, Han Feng, can take it without hesitation. My chest blocked guns for them, and I can proudly tell you that they can also block guns for me. If it is on the battlefield, we can trust each other with our backs.

This kind of feeling is hard to understand, but I hope that the brothers in our new third regiment can understand it one day. "

"Okay, we've finished listening to the story, and it's almost time to rest, let's continue on our way!"

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293 Group Rules

It was not until dawn that Han Feng finally led his team to approach Baijia Village. Considering the nature of the people in Heiyun Village, Han Feng repeatedly told Xie Baoqing and the soldiers in Heiyun Village:

"The military discipline of our Eighth Route Army is very strict. I will not tell everyone about the three major disciplines and eight points of attention. After our station is stabilized, I will tell every battalion commander. The battalion commander will tell Every company commander, the company commander will tell the platoon leader, and finally tell each of you.

Of course, the Eighth Route Army has the discipline of the Eighth Route Army, and our New Third Regiment should also have the rules of our New Third Regiment. As for what rules?It's very simple, just three things. The first thing is to treat the people as your own parents. If anyone in our regiment dares to do things that are not good for the people, such as stealing, robbing, or bullying, once I know about it, I don't care who you are. Even if it is my own brother, Han Feng, I will kill him without hesitation. As for me, if I violate this rule, any of you can kill me. "

When Han Feng said this, he focused his attention on Xie Baoqing and Shanmaozi and his party.

Xie Baoqing vowed: "Commander, don't worry, since that fire burned Heiyunzhai, I have never regarded myself as a bandit again. We went down from Heiyunzhai to the regiment, and the brothers in the regiment never No one treats us as bandits. Yes, we have been bandits for many years, but now we are soldiers of the New Third Regiment, so we will abide by the rules of the regiment. If any soldier in my company violates the regiment According to regulations, there is no need for the leader to get angry, I, Xie Baoqing, was the first to deal with him."

The soldiers in Heiyunzhai lowered their gazes, Shanmaozi Liang Erhu shrank his head, although he didn't want to listen to the big truth, he still knew that his life was important.

Gou Huozhe, who used to be the squadron leader of the puppet army, is now tall and straight. Han Feng placed him in the position of the third battalion, third company and third company commander. It was Sun Desheng's team. Han Feng had seriously considered this issue. It is most appropriate to deal with Gou Huozhe with his violent temper.

Gou Huozhe turned to the soldiers beside him and said: "Take the words to the brothers, we are not traitors now, we will do everything according to the instructions of the regiment leader, if anyone disobeys the order, I will not be able to save him."

As for the other recruits, there is nothing to say, Han Feng smiled and said: "But I don't have anything to worry about when I go to Baijia Village this time, because in our new third regiment, at least half of the soldiers are People of Baijia Village, if anyone in our team dares to bully the people of Baijia Village, he must be prepared to face the anger of half of the brothers."

The soldiers of Heiyunzhai were awe-inspiring, and their last luck was completely dispelled, and they reminded themselves repeatedly in their hearts that they must never bully and harass the people.

Han Feng had a panoramic view of the expressions of the soldiers below Gaopo, nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "The second rule, in the new third regiment, all actions are under the command. As for whose command, of course it is mine. Commander, I say this not just because I am the head of the regiment and I am an authoritarian.

If any of you can surpass me in military affairs, or show a military talent that surprises me in battle, no problem, even if you are an ordinary soldier, I will listen carefully to your opinion.

But if you don't have the ability, then all of you will listen to me. "

Deng Pang, the newly promoted Second Battalion Commander, said with a smile: "Regimental Commander, our Eighth Route Army always obeys the command in all actions. There is nothing to say about it. What's more, in our entire New Third Regiment, who can fight better than the regimental commander? We only listen to the regimental commander's orders." , you can win the battle, comrades, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes—" the crowd echoed loudly, continuously.

After finally calming down, Han Feng continued: "As for the third rule, it is said that in a regiment, the soldiers have a personality like the regiment leader, and my personality may not be clear to everyone, so I will explain it to you. Said, nothing else, one is not to admit defeat, one is not afraid of death, and the other is, only I can bully others, and I must never let others bully me.

Remember this point for me. In the future, whether it is fighting or living, even if it is robbing or capturing; whether it is an enemy, an opponent, or even a friendly army, there is only one principle for us, not afraid of losing, not afraid of death, not being bullied, and never suffer.

Encountering unsolvable problems, powerful and seemingly invincible enemies, there is only one word, crazy, as the saying goes, good people are afraid of being stupid, stupid people are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stupid are afraid of dying. What is not dying?That's madness, madman, does he care about his life?