Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Twelve Middle School)

"Bao, it's so good, why do you curse yourself?" Zhang Songling quickly interrupted when he heard Zhou Heizi speak more and more distorted.

"I'm just saying a fact. Could it be that if something happened to me one day, you can really ignore it?" Zhou Heizi tilted his neck and glanced at Fang Guoqiang. Seven were dissatisfied and eight were resentful. In his heart, all the troubles at present were created by this square coffin that could not even laugh. If the latter had not taken the chicken feathers as a command arrow, the relationship between the independent battalion and the guerrillas would never have been as rigid as it is now. The Japanese in Heishi Village would not have found an opportunity to take advantage of it and would have made all their efforts to cause trouble for the guerrillas. Of course, Brother Long would not be injured.

"Ask, ask, you can go to your bed and take your shit and urine." Zhang Songling glared at him fiercely and responded unhappily, "I have seen food and clothing, but I have never even been injured. Lao Fang, we both went to send a telegram to the military sub-district, so that this kid could stay in the ward to serve Brother Long, so that he could not feel idle or have a lot of thoughts."

"Let's go, Battalion Commander Zhou, Medical Officer Li, see you again when we have dinner later." After being regarded as the culprit for many consecutive days, Fang Guoqiang was already a little numb. He smiled and nodded to Zhou Heicang and Doctor Li, and turned around and left.

Seeing this, Zhang Songling had to follow him quickly and explained in a low voice: "Lao Fang, don't go to your heart. Zhou Heizi is such a person, and he never speaks without thinking."

Fang Guoqiang smiled miserably and shook his head slightly, "What he said is actually correct. I really don't understand the friendship between the three of you. Not only do I understand you, but I am also sloppy in our guerrillas and local situations. To a certain extent, I am like an outsider, not like you."

"Lao Fang, Lao Fang!" Zhang Songling was anxious and quickly interrupted in a low voice, "You are so harsh. No one in the entire guerrilla team has ever regarded you as an outsider, and even the people around Qilin Ridge mention your political commissar."

"I'm not complaining about you, I mean myself." Before he could express his meaning clearly, Fang Guoqiang had already snatched the conversation. "Everyone did not regard me as an outsider. He has given me a lot of support over the past year, especially Brother Long, who has almost spared any cost to support my work, but I have not taken the roots myself. I don't understand the local customs and culture, nor the complex situations inside and outside the guerrillas. I always want to copy the experience in my mouth intact, and then, alas,."

"You have done well enough." Zhang Songling disagreed with Fang Guoqiang's self-criticism, shook his head and responded in a low voice, "It took you less than a year to turn the Black Stone Guerrilla Zone into the Black Stone Base, and turn the local workshops at the foot of the mountain into factories, so that the products we provide to the outside world have changed from a few to more than twenty. The guerrilla military rations and military pay are basically self-sufficient, and the team's personnel size is also better than before."

"Listen to me, don't interrupt." Fang Guoqiang frowned and snatched the conversation again. "Those are all because you and the late Captain Lao Wang have laid a solid foundation. The Japanese have not dared to leave the city for more than a year. It is all because you and the 93rd Regiment jointly defeated them. I just happened to catch a good time."

"How could it happen? If someone else comes, do you know how much better than you? Or he must have done better than you." Knowing that the other party was guilty of Zhao Tianlong's injury, Zhang Songling thought about it and comforted him in a very sincere tone, "Lao Fang, don't be so harsh to yourself. Some things are really a coincidence. You are a first time and I happened to go to the military academy again. After a while, I became what I am now. But if you say the mistake is yours, the credit has nothing to do with you. This is too unfair and completely inconsistent with the facts."

"The fact is, the distance between the Right Banner Prince's Mansion and our guerrillas is getting further and further away, and the Independent Battalion has also changed from an allies to a stranger." Fang Guoqiang was very depressed, sighed and shook his head vigorously, "You don't need to comfort me. I have thought a lot these days. When I send a telegram to the military sub-district to ask Brother Long to be treated at Bethune Hospital, I will have another telegram. Please ask your deputy to ask me about the telegram that was punished by a serious punishment."

"No, you can't make your own decisions for such a big thing." Zhang Songling was shocked and blurted out his words of refusal.

Several soldiers who were walking towards the cafeteria with lunch boxes did not understand what was going on. They secretly looked at the two of them, lowered their heads, and quickly ran away. Lao Scar, who was organizing people to dry the medicinal materials, was also shocked. He raised his head blankly and widened his eyes to protest, "Fatty Zhang, why are you yelling around? Do you understand if the patient needs to be quiet?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Scar." Zhang Songling quickly realized that the voice he was speaking just now was too high, and slapped himself in the face, admitting his mistake calmly, "I didn't mean it, I promise there will be no next time."

"I want to yell, go to the conference room of you two and close the door and yell." Lao Scar kicked him again and refused to let go. "One of you has already lying in the house. You two have to yell publicly. Do you want to yell? If you want to yell, hurry up and take advantage of the surplus in the accounting room."

Although the words were unpleasant, they really reminded Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang that at this moment of panic, as the two heads of the guerrillas, they must be calm and at least, on the surface, leave everyone with a normal feeling that everything is normal and cannot take the lead in getting into trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhang Songling quickly took a few steps and led Fang Guoqiang to the brigade headquarters. He closed the door from inside first, and then said in a very slow but firm tone: "First of all, I don't think you have an unshirkable responsibility for Brother Long's injury. Secondly, according to the current rules of the guerrillas, even cadres at the squad level above the squad need to go to the meeting first. You are the political commissar of the guerrillas and cannot punish yourself without the vote of the meeting of all cadres."

"You" Fang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was speechless. He was indeed a bit rigid in his work, but the more he did this, the less he would be able to take the lead in violating organizational discipline. Zhang Songling used the rules of the guerrillas to make a fuss on his weakness.

However, Fang Guoqiang is Fang Guoqiang after all. The things he has determined have always been a road that has gone dark. After only half a minute of silence, he found a new breakthrough. "Then hold a cadre meeting as soon as possible. Whether you agree or not, I will make a review at the meeting. Also, I will write a truthful summary of the work over the past year to you, Lao Zheng, and the military sub-district leaders. This is not only to give Siqin an explanation, but also Brother Long's blood cannot be in vain."
Chapter completed!