I really came here to fight against Japan

Seeing that several pairs of eyes behind him were leaning on him, Song Wenwan asked helplessly: "What's the matter?"

The political commissar pointed to what he was holding and said, "Did you find anything?"

Song Wenwan stopped him with her hands and said to the political commissar, "It's nothing, this is dross.

It's all the dregs of the Japanese devils, there's really nothing to see."

How could the commander of the Eighth Route Army believe it? He thought that this thing might be some important information.

He walked around behind Song Wenwan and said, "Here you go!" and snatched it away.

As a result, the regiment commander opened it, took a look, his face turned red, and he threw it directly to the regiment political commissar.

The political commissar didn't understand what was going on, so he opened it and took a look, then quickly threw it to Song Wenwan.

The political commissar said angrily: "Commander Song, how can you watch this kind of thing?"

Song Wenwan said: "Hehe, I am the same as you, I also think this is some important information.

I didn’t expect it to be this kind of dregs.”

After Song Wenwan finished speaking, she seemed unable to resist and glanced at the album in her hand again.

The angry commander shouted, "Who is the same as you? You, you are acting like a warlord."

Song Wenwan slapped her forehead and said, "Haha, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it.

I am a warlord in Gansu. Isn't it normal for me to behave like a warlord?"

Seeing Song Wenwan's reckless attitude, the several regiment leaders were so angry that they couldn't do anything about him.

It’s not surprising that what Song Wenwan said was right. He was actually a warlord.

Besides, he is a friendly army after all, and is everyone's nominal superior.

No one knew what to say, so the political commissar could only give him a warning.

"Keep the album to yourself, and don't let other soldiers see it. After all, it will have a bad influence!"

Song Wenwan said with a playful smile: "Thank you for the approval, Political Commissar of the Eighth Route Army."

But he just put the picture album into the burning fire on the ground and burned it.

He has to have a fever, after all, Song Wenwan has to go back to his home in Gansu.

If Zhu Bei knew about this, he would have to kneel on more washboards than he could kneel on.

Everyone watched him burn the dirty picture album with their own eyes, and only then did they feel relieved.

Song Wenwan saw the Eighth Route Army soldiers coming down from the fortifications on the mountain.

But they seemed to have had a small conflict with the people from Gan Detachment.

Song Wenwan's face changed and she shouted, "Captain Xiong, why are you still arguing with the friendly forces?

Have you forgotten what I told you when you came here?"

At this time, a company commander of the Eighth Route Army came to the regiment commander to complain.

"Captain, these damn White Bandits are holding on to the dead bodies of the Japanese soldiers and won't let us clean up the battlefield."

The regiment commander said, "Nonsense! How do you address your friendly forces? You should also call them... comrades!"

The company commander muttered quietly: "When you yelled 'son of a bitch' just now, you yelled even more fiercely than I did!"

When he reached this point, the political commissar hurried out to smooth things over.

"Captain Yue, you just saw that the Gan Detachment also put in a lot of effort in fighting the Japanese.

All the spoils belong to Gan's detachment. Let the soldiers gather quickly, and we will go to support the battle of other troops."

Song Wenwan said with a smile: "Comrade Political Commissar, the Gan Detachment fought the Japanese with great effort.

You said this, and I hope you will write it in your report after the war."

Then Song Wenwan turned to Captain Xiong and asked, "Can you also explain to the leaders of the Eighth Route Army why?"

Captain Xiong of Gan's detachment said, "Reporting to the Eighth Route Army commander, the Japanese just fired poison gas bombs, and many weapons are stained with poison.

We were afraid that the poison gas on the weapons might harm the eyes of the Eighth Route Army comrades, so we didn’t let them touch the captured weapons.”

At this time, the comrades of the Eighth Route Army turned around and looked toward the hillside.

The people from the Gan Detachment took out a pair of rubber gloves from their pockets before touching the Japanese army's belongings.

Everyone knew it was a misunderstanding and felt a little embarrassed.

As a good supporting actor, Song Wenwan should never leave his words unanswered.

He whispered, "Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, why do you care about these rags?

We just discovered that these Japanese transport teams are very cunning.

They have hidden a lot of artillery in the woods around the bend ahead. Do you want to go and take a look?"

When the regiment commander and political commissar heard that there were artillery pieces that could be seized, they immediately looked down on the Type 38 rifles and grenade launchers.

The regiment commander personally led the comrades of the company to the grove designated by Song Wenwan.

After a while, Company Commander Yue came back, and the tone of his voice when he spoke to the political commissar changed.

"Commissar, there are cannons, lots of cannons!

The regiment commander said that these were Japan's Type 92 infantry guns, and there were ten of them.

There are also matching shells. We counted them and there must be about a thousand of them!"

The Type 92 infantry guns and shells in the woods were all thrown by Song Wenwan, but he didn't dare to release them all.

This is mainly because the Eighth Route Army is still in the war zone.

Without cars and pack horses for transportation, it would be impossible for the Eighth Route Army soldiers to move them all back.

Since the battle started, the phone in the division headquarters has been ringing non-stop.

New information was constantly being transmitted back to the division headquarters.

When everyone learned that the encirclement had been closed, the entire division headquarters was in an uproar.

I don't know when the officer from the Gan detachment took the photo with the camera.

He had already changed into a uniform of the Northeast Army, which was worn out but very clean.

He folded the uniforms of the Gan Detachment and handed the camera and military cap to a combat staff officer of the Eighth Route Army.

Looking at the puzzled eyes in the Eighth Route Army’s division headquarters.

The officer, who wore a pair of black-framed glasses, looked gentle and somewhat taciturn, spoke.

"Please, officers of the Eighth Route Army, help me return the things to our Commander Song.

Take Lin Muchun, a captain and platoon leader of the former Northeastern Army Shenyang Guard Brigade, for example, to complete his historical mission.

After he finished speaking, he held the submachine gun in one hand and supported the edge of the trench with the other hand.

With just a roll, he rushed out of the trench and disappeared, which shows how hard his training is.

When the division commander saw it, he shouted "Not good" and immediately gave orders to the combat staff.

"Not good, it seems that this former Northeast Army brother has already made up his mind to die.

Immediately notify all the troops below, including the people from their Gan Detachment.

If you find this brother on the battlefield, you must rescue him for me."

The political commissar of the Eighth Route Army was also very moved when he saw this scene.

"It seems that Captain Lin, because he could not go to the battlefield to kill the Japanese devils, used this to justify the reputation of the Northeast Army.

I didn't expect that such a gentle and refined person could have such a strong character.

It seems that he has been holding this matter in his heart, and it is very uncomfortable for him!"

The division commander also said: "They are happy when they hear about war, and depressed when they avoid war. Song Wenwan is a good leader of soldiers.

It’s a pity that due to discipline, I can’t communicate with him more now…”

The political commissar laughed softly and said, "You don't really want to have more exchanges with him.

I see that you are just envious of those heavy weapons in Song Wenwan's hands, right?"

The division commander said seriously: "Comrade Political Commissar, it just so happens that Song Wenwan is right next to us this time.

I'll leave the matter of robbing his heavy weapons to you!"

The division political commissar was also stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the usually serious division commander would actually joke with him.