Chapter 415: Condolence Group

The headquarters motorcade, loaded with more than 200 representatives from all walks of life, drove into the camp in the north of the city. More than 10,000 soldiers of the independent division stood neatly on the playground. Huang Yingwu, the party representative on the high platform in the north of the playground, saw the motorcade one after another beside the playground.

After stopping, he immediately became energetic, raised his right hand high and waved it down suddenly, and sang the resonant "Song of the Northern Expedition" in unison. The majestic singing created a grand and warm atmosphere.

Huang Yingwu nodded with satisfaction, jumped off the high platform and trotted to He Siyuan and An Yi. Together with his brothers, he greeted Song Meiling, the leader of the condolence group, Chen Guofu, the acting organization director of the Central Party Committee and other dignitaries in the car.

Since receiving the order to reorganize the independent division in early February, Huang Yingwu, who is in charge of political and ideological work, has worked hard to create a steel lion with strong military capabilities and tenacious style. In accordance with the latest "Political Work Regulations" formulated by the model camp, Huang Yingwu has carried out uninterrupted work

For ideological education, a short training class for instructors at the regiment, battalion, and company levels was organized to teach management experience and troop leadership skills. At the same time, all the songs sung since the establishment of the model camp were compiled into a volume and taught over and over again.

At An Yi's suggestion, Huang Yingwu's political engineering department stipulated that songs should be sung to boost morale when gathering at the regimental and battalion levels. The soldiers whose life in the military camp was extremely boring and monotonous also gradually fell in love with this way of venting. After two months,

No matter whether you can read or not, anyone can pick it up

A few songs were shouted at the throat, and then it gradually evolved into company-level battles during the battalion-level assembly, battalion-battalion battles during the regiment-level assembly, and even more serious division-level assembly. With Huang Yingwu's clever encouragement, the soldiers fought for "

"Spiritual outlook comes first." I yelled at the top of my lungs without complaining or regretting.

The members of the condolence group, who felt fresh about the life in the military camp, happily got out of the car and gathered together. When they heard the majestic singing, they all consciously stopped laughing and talking, and turned to look at the square formations lined up neatly on the playground, with their guns shining.

Seeing the majestic and heroic soldiers singing loudly, the guests were surprised and very excited. Although they had many guesses beforehand, they never expected that the soldiers of the Independent Division with great military achievements would welcome them in such a grand and unique way. They were very excited about the independence.

I admire the division's strict military discipline and spiritual outlook.

Song Meiling shook hands with He Siyuan, An Yi and other more than ten generals who greeted them one by one, and greeted them cordially. The group of tough men except He Siyuan were so beautiful that they stammered and didn't know what to say. Huang Yingwu paid tribute to Song Meiling.

After finishing, he walked to Chen Guofu and stood at attention respectfully, saluting: "Teacher, you are here..."

Chen Guofu nodded happily: "Well done, no wonder you don't want to leave your independent division. It is indeed an attractive place. As soon as you enter, you will feel refreshing in every aspect. The soldiers are both in terms of military quality and mental outlook."

Very good, worthy of the title of 'Iron Lion'."

"Thank you, teacher, for your encouragement. The students will definitely work hard and make progress and live up to the teacher's ardent expectations."

Huang Yingwu stood as straight as a javelin with a respectful expression, which immediately attracted a lot of attention. Chen Guofu stepped forward and patted Huang Yingwu's arm as a sign of approval. This scene was immediately captured by astute reporters.

It was about 70 meters from the get off to the original reviewing stand. An Yi carefully followed Song Meiling and He Siyuan. Halfway there, the singing on the playground changed. The original chorus had just stopped, and each group

The soldiers, under the command of their instructors, roared their own songs.

The singing with different melodies and one after another aroused great interest in Song Meiling and the members of the condolences group. As everyone walked, they looked at the various formations on the playground who were singing at the top of their lungs. It felt so novel and full of military charm.

In particular, many songs give people a refreshing and unique feeling, so much so that even after they stopped on the reviewing stand, everyone was still listening.

Song Meiling smiled brightly, turned to An Yi and asked in a low voice: "Do the soldiers of the independent division often sing to boost their morale?"

"Yes, officers and soldiers usually sing some songs to spice up their monotonous life, and also to cheer up their spirits. But singing them every day has evolved into today's fighting songs. The regiments and battalions compete with each other, and no one admits defeat. The more they sing, the more they change.

...Why don't the students ask them to stop?" An Yi replied worriedly.

"No, no! This is very good, very unique, and these songs are very nice. You see, everyone is fascinated by them. Don't disturb everyone's enjoyment! I have never encountered such an interesting scene before, and I also want to

Listen carefully and look carefully."

Song Meiling waved her hand and rejected An Yi's suggestion. She turned to the playground and glanced at the generals with a smile. More than two hundred members on the reviewing stand also stood and watched with interest. The more they watched, the more interesting they became.

The soldiers of each regiment in the field were refreshed when they saw that their songs were so popular, especially when they saw so many beautifully dressed and handsome ladies standing on the stage. Their smiles were so kind, their figures were so charming, and their hearts were dancing.

It was so exciting, so I sang even harder, and the instructors in front of each team's formation also spared no effort to beat the time, even sweating profusely and dripping with uniforms.

An Yi quietly looked through the gap at Feng Jieyun, who was looking ahead in the distance. Seeing the cheerful expression on her pretty face and the touching smile on the corner of her bright red mouth, her heart skipped a beat for no reason. She sighed slightly and was about to turn her head, when Feng Jieyun happened to see her.

At this moment, I looked over, my eyes met, and I couldn't look away immediately.

"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is good-looking and kind..."

"...Thank you for the love you gave me and for accompanying me through the war years!"

The singing battle reached a fever pitch. The Third Regiment and the Second Regiment were defeated one after another. The teaching group also had many new brothers, so they had no choice but to automatically shut up when they sang without any new ideas. Only the artillery group and the artillery group with mostly old brothers were left.

A group of brothers from the model camp raised their heads to the sky and sang loudly. It was difficult to tell the winner from the loser.

Two to three hundred people were in high spirits and extremely enjoyable. Everyone was in high spirits. The straightforward lyrics and loud singing aroused the interest of the men and women to the highest point. They couldn't help but give warm applause and laughter to the singing soldiers. Everyone wanted to see it.

Which team is the final winner?

After singing "One Cut Plum", Liao Chengpeng, the instructor of the first regiment, heard the brothers from the artillery regiment still roaring "Camel Bell", and thought that if the competition continued, there would be no new songs. If there were no new songs and covers of old songs would definitely lose, he couldn't care less in desperation.

So many, he opened his tiger-like voice and roared:

"The girl across from you looks over—get ready—sing!"

"The girl opposite looked over, looked over, looked over, Brother Bing here is handsome... I looked left and right, and every girl was different. I thought and guessed and guessed...

La la la, la la la la, la la..." A group of brothers roared loudly, especially Lu Xiong, the lieutenant colonel's deputy, who roared like a wolf howling at night, which was very full of energy.

Hearing this novel and unique song that had never been heard before, the reviewing platform soon burst into laughter. The ladies who were standing dignified just a moment ago were all staggering with joy. Feng Jieyun laughed so hard that her eyes were half closed, and her eyes were filled with rippling waves.

, turned to An Yi with a graceful attitude. Just as he tried to put away his smile, he couldn't help laughing again until his temples dangled and his teeth appeared.

Song Meiling, who had been holding it back very hard, finally couldn't hold back the smile that burst out from her eyes. She took out a white handkerchief and covered her mouth with her head lowered. Her shoulders were shaking, obviously she was holding it back.

Chen Guofu covered his mouth and said with a smile: "It's novel, but it's also insulting to politeness."

An Yi was already so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He looked at Huang Yingwu several times, who was separated by five or six people. Seeing his grandson grinning with pride, An Yi was so angry that he had no choice but to take a step back and risk his life.

At the risk of being rude, he slowly squeezed past, quietly pulled Huang Yingwu behind, stared into his eyes and cursed viciously:

"You stupid parrots, why don't you tell them to stop at this time? Don't you remember who is standing on the stage? Do you want to wait until they sing "Eighteen Touches" to be satisfied? Ah?!"

Huang Yingwu suddenly woke up and broke out in cold sweat. He turned around and quickly squeezed out of the crowd. He rushed to the stage in a few steps and waved high, shouting:

"Very good - very good! Okay, okay... The first regiment and the artillery regiment both won, you are the pride of our independent division... One more song, come together, I will sing the lead! The rage is surging - ready - sing

!”

"The tide of anger is surging, the party flag is flying, this is the revolutionary Huangpu..."

The smart Huang Yingwu reacted quickly and ended with an extraordinary Huangpu song, giving the dignitaries on the stage time to collect their emotions.

An Yi, who was half a step behind Soong Meiling, breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead and secretly cheered. He Siyuan, the head of the political training department next to him, saw An Yi's embarrassment and laughed.

When the audience was done singing, they stepped forward a few steps, and when the singing stopped, they immediately spoke:

"The soldiers sang loudly and their morale was like a rainbow. It was very good..."

Amidst the warm applause, He Siyuan asked Soong Meiling, the head of the condolences delegation, to step forward to give instructions. Since there was no microphone in the camp, Soong Meiling stepped forward and waved cordially to the tens of thousands of soldiers in the audience, and then walked down the reviewing stand to greet the soldiers at close range.

A group of generals and other members of the condolence group on the stage saw this and hurriedly followed.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed after that. Mrs. Chiang and Minister Chen Guofu walked to the front of each regiment and battalion phalanx and shook hands with some soldiers cordially. The others followed closely behind, chatting with the flattered officers and soldiers from time to time.

After half an hour of in-depth condolences, the soldiers were ordered to disperse and return to their respective barracks. The members of the condolence group immediately went into each regiment camp holding cigarettes, pens, ink, souvenirs and other items, praising the clean and tidy barracks, and talking to each and every unknown person.

The bewildered officers and soldiers chatted.

An Yi has been following Song Meiling and others closely, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He has a relaxed expression on his face but is very nervous in his heart, for fear that something might happen that is difficult to explain. Only then did he truly understand why the head of state came to express condolences or

During the inspection, the people below all like to cheat, and they are really worried about the heavy responsibility. Fortunately, they are their own independent divisions. If they were in other places, the security measures alone would give An Yi a headache, let alone other aspects.

After walking around, it was already 12:10 noon. Song Meiling was in high spirits and her interest was not diminished. She came to the edge of the playground and stopped, turned around and asked An Yi: "General An, I have always heard that the soldiers of your independent division have no food.

You are the best in the military, this is a rare opportunity, can you also let us have a taste?"

An Yi wanted to send Buddha to the West, but what else could he say after this? So he bit the bullet and asked for advice in a low voice: "Student, please obey! I wonder which group would you like to have dinner with, Master?"

"Hey, your division headquarters doesn't have a canteen?" Chen Guofu asked in confusion.

An Yi explained with a smile: "The division headquarters canteen will only be set up in the original station. During training or war, all division generals can only go to the grassroots battalions and companies to eat. According to the practice of the model battalion, the company commander goes down to the platoon, and the battalion commander

When the regiment commander goes down to the company, the division-level commander can choose any company to dine at will. Except for the sick and wounded and the stipulated official visits and receptions, the officers and soldiers are the same, and no one has any special rights."

Everyone was stunned and looked at An Yi in surprise. Song Meiling nodded and asked, "Can you tell us the purpose of doing this?"

"yes!"

An Yi answered truthfully: "There are two purposes. One is to close the relationship between officers and soldiers, enhance the feelings between officers and soldiers, and help cultivate the spirit of unity and collectivism; the other is to make the officers pay attention to the dietary needs of the officers and soldiers under their command, so that the officers and soldiers of the entire division can be fully satisfied."

It is possible to obtain more nutrients, sufficient food and better physical strength, so that when you go to the battlefield, you will be invincible."

He Siyuan nodded and praised sincerely: "No wonder all the soldiers envy the soldiers of your independent division. It is indeed not easy for your officers to do this! This also involves the equality of officers and soldiers, and the equality of dignity.

, stimulating combat effectiveness and other issues, just as the commander-in-chief praised

In this way, you are always at the forefront of the army in all aspects of training, combat, summary and improvement, etc., and this is why you have achieved outstanding results one after another, from the 'Army Engineer Demonstration Company' at the beginning of the Northern Expedition to the 'Model Battalion', and then

From the 'Model Battalion' to today's 'Iron Army', we are worthy of being a model for the entire army!"

"Thank you, Director, for your encouragement. In fact, we still have many shortcomings. We will cherish the honor and work tirelessly to do better." Huang Yingwu, the party representative on the side, said modestly.

Everyone laughed happily when they heard this. An Yi had already made a decision and suggested that everyone go to a group model camp to have a meal together, saying that the cooking class in the model camp must have prepared the meals.

Song Meiling nodded happily, and asked worriedly as if she remembered something: "With so many of us going, can the soldiers of the model camp have enough to eat?"

An Yi smiled slightly: "It's okay. We have enough room for two to three hundred people here. Just let the entire model camp do it again. When they sang just now, they all roared so loudly that it shook the mountain. No one could compare. General Huang Yingwu didn't call for stop.

They probably can still sing for a few hours, so let’s just let them carry forward the spirit of revolutionary fraternity and cook a meal themselves. Anyway, they have a lot of strength from battalion commanders to cooks.”

After hearing this, everyone remembered the scene of the fighting song just now, and couldn't help but smile knowingly, and then followed An Yi towards the model camp area.

Feng Jieyun looked at An Yi affectionately, with great joy and admiration in her heart. Although she had never had a chance to say a word to An Yi in private until now, it did not affect her deep love for An Yi at all. On the contrary, she felt
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