In the early morning, the air is particularly fresh outside the willow tree suburbs. The dew is shining with the rising sun, and the willow leaves rust under the breeze.

On the rolling earth slopes, trenches were distributed in an orderly manner. There were piles of trenches on the front of the trenches. Inside the trenches, soldiers of the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army who were shabby but were full of energy were clenched, clutching spears of different sizes in their hands, paying close attention to the movements ahead.

The New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, the Longpanshan Anti-Japanese Independence Detachment, was under the brigade level. This time they were ordered to block the Japanese army. They had arrived here last night to build fortifications and wait for the battle after dawn.

In the fortifications behind the position, a young man with a fair and nervous skin in his early twenties kept wiping the sweat on his face with his sleeves. A young soldier of seventeen or eighteen years old next to him was saying something excited.

"Political Commissar, you don't have to worry so much. This is your first time on the battlefield. When the guns and cannons are fired, you will not be afraid."

Wang Lichun glanced at the little soldier who was called a dog, and continued to wipe the sweat that could not be wiped clean on his face.

He was the political commissar of the New Second Regiment. He had just been transferred from the Third Regiment and encountered this tough battle in just two days. In fact, it was not the first time he went to the battlefield, but the second time, his maiden battle was dedicated to the Third Regiment. Although it only took three days for him to serve as the political commissar of the Third Regiment.

Goudan is a guard specially assigned to him by the regiment commander. Although he is young, he has been in military service for more than three years. He has experienced all kinds of battles, which can be said to have experienced many battles.

He could see the nervousness of the political commissar Wang Lichun, and was talking endlessly about his experiences learned on the battlefield, hoping that it would be helpful to Wang Lichun.

His words attracted a veteran in his thirties who was full of vicissitudes of life. He squatted opposite Wang Lichun with a gun in his arms, took out a pipe from his waist, sucked it twice, and said, "Young kid, don't be afraid, just like Goudan said, it will be fine after a war."

Wang Lichun did not answer, just swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, then tightened the turtle box around his waist, as if this would make him feel a little safe.

The veteran saw Wang Lichun's nervousness and said with a smile: "Actually, we are so far away from the front, and the Japanese's bullets are not reachable at all. As long as you don't get bombed by the Japanese's shells, then..."

As soon as he spoke, a strange sound came from the sky, followed by a violent explosion sounded behind the veteran, stirring up a large amount of dust and smoke.

Wang Lichun subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling a wave of air rolling up the gravel and soil slags, making his cheeks hurt. In addition, a hot liquid spilled on his face, emitting a faint fishy smell.

When the wave of air passed, he opened his eyes and saw that the head of the veteran in front of him had been stained with blood, and there was something white above his head leaning against him.

"Ah! Vomit..." Wang Lichun was stunned by the scene in front of him. The person who was talking and laughing to him half a minute ago turned into this at this moment. He really couldn't accept it. He touched his face with subconscious skills, but found that his face was covered with blood...

Wang Lichun's changes did not attract much attention, because as soon as the shells fell, the regiment commander had already roared, and then a dense sound of gunfire sounded, covering up his screams.

But soon, the anxious shout of Dogdan, who was covered in dust by the shells, finally attracted everyone's attention: "Political Commissar, wake up, wake up! Come on, the political commissar was scared!"

Two days later, in the Longpanshan Anti-Japanese Revolutionary Base, in the headquarters of the Anti-Japanese Independence Detachment, commander Chen Yingqiang and political commissar Dou Zhongquan sat behind the yellowed long table, looking at Wang Lichun standing opposite, with a complicated expression...

"You said you, you are so embarrassed to say that you are a graduate of the Anti-Japanese University, and you are so embarrassed to say that you are a party member?" Chen Yingqiang slapped the table suddenly and stood up. "The superior sent you to our Longpanshan Anti-Japanese Independent Detachment for only a few days. You were returned to the headquarters by the troops below for the second time. What's going on?"

Wang Lichun, who knew that he had made a mistake, dared not say anything, but just looked at his toes with his head hanging down, looking like a dead pig waiting for boiling water to burn.

Political Commissar Dou Zhongquan was originally a good temper. In the past, when facing subordinates who made mistakes, they often cooperated with Chen Yingqiang. One sang blushed and the other sang blushed, but now they can't help it: "Wang Lichun, lift your head up!

You said, are you still a party member? You were sent to the Third Regiment as a political commissar, but after going to the battlefield, you were so scared that you screamed. After being returned to the headquarters, you were sent to the New Second Regiment as a political commissar, but you were actually scared and fainted. What do you think you look like!"

Actually, I have made progress. At least the second time I didn’t scream. I just saw such a tragic scene and looked bloody, so I fainted. Isn’t this progress?

Of course, Wang Lichun would not dare to say this, so he could only comfort himself and defend himself in his heart.

Chen Yingqiang was furious when he saw that Wang Lichun did not repent at all. He quickly walked around the long table and came to Wang Lichun, poking Wang Lichun's chest with his finger: "Do you bastard know who you are? If you are so brave, don't come to fight against Japan! As a political commissar, your behavior has brought extremely bad influence to the army, and I can't figure out how you graduated from the Anti-Japanese University like this!"

I didn’t graduate from the Anti-Japanese University and I never thought about the Anti-Japanese University before. This is all a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!

Wang Lichun really wanted to jump and scold the sky at this moment. He was not Wang Lichun at all, but a time traveler from later generations. However, because of a misunderstanding, he was mistaken for Wang Lichun, a student who had just graduated from the Anti-Japanese University and was assigned to Longpan Mountain.

For modern people, they grew up in peace since childhood, which made the war extremely far away. Apart from seeing the war scenes that showed the backbone of the Chinese people from TV and movies, he never thought that he would enter an era that concerns the life and death of the nation.

Considering that this is an era of war filled with smoke, and according to the TV and movies, students like him who graduated from the Anti-Japanese University often serve as political commissar, he accepted his new identity and became a member of the Eighth Route Army. After all, he was considered to be following the right person. God did not bring him to the national army and even the puppet army traitor, which is a great blessing.

But what he could not have imagined was that although he did not have to charge in battle like a soldier when he was a political commissar, he died of close contact for the first time, and he still showed the most fundamental side of human nature - fear of death.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I will make a correction next time." The pain from my chest made Wang Lichun feel the anger of Commander Chen Yingqiang at this moment, and felt that he should say something.

"Change? How to change?" Chen Yingqiang finally stopped, "Your name has spread throughout the Longpan Mountain base. Who doesn't know you, Wang Lichun! You were so scared that you were screaming when you were on the battlefield for the first time, and you were so scared that you were unconscious when you went to the battlefield for the second time. Which army dares to ask you now? Even if you want to be a soldier, no one will ask for it!"

This is really a problem. When he was returned to the headquarters by the New Second Regiment, he thought that today would be there.

"Or why don't I stay at the headquarters as a clerk or a staff officer?" No matter what, this is Wang Lichun's bottom line. Moreover, he believes that as a time traveler with higher education, his biggest advantage lies in his mind. He is fully qualified for the position of staff, and maybe he can shine in this safe position...

"Staff? Just you? Do you think you can do it?" This time, the political commissar Dou Zhongquan questioned him.

"That, I can learn, I will learn very quickly." Wang Lichun raised his head, looked at the commander and political commissar carefully, and carefully suggested.

"You might as well say that you are afraid of death, dare not go to the battlefield, and don't want to go to the front line! You soft guy!" Chen Yingqiang said Wang Lichun's little thoughts and pointed at Wang Lichun's nose and cursed.

"I'm not! I just need time to adapt!" This time, Wang Lichun was anxious and it was absolutely unbearable to be scolded as a "soft egg"!

He was afraid of death, but he was not a softie. In his opinion, as long as he adapted to war, he could do like other soldiers. Of course, he still felt that his strength was not about charging forward, but about making suggestions. After all, only by doing his best can he play the greatest role.

"Okay, you go out first and wait at the door." Dou Zhongquan waved helplessly and drove Wang Lichun out of the room.

"Old Dou, what should he do?" Chen Yingqiang sat back at the table, looked at his old partner who had been for many years, and asked, "Now all troops are clear to him. You can't really let him be a civilian at the headquarters? He is still a tall man with many words."

"Old Chen, don't worry, I have an idea." Dou Zhongquan picked up the ceramic bowl and drank a sip of water. "Do you still remember that we still have a team in the southwest direction of Longpan Mountain?"

"Don't mention that team, like Wang Lichun, it will cause me a headache when it is mentioned!" Chen Yingqiang rubbed his forehead in pain, suddenly put down his hand, opened his eyes wide and looked at Dou Zhongquan, "What do you mean..."

"That's right," Dou Zhongquan nodded, "Old Chen, you guessed it right, I did think so."

"Okay, I think it's OK!" Chen Yingqiang immediately made the decision, "Let this kid go to the Independent Brigade of Hujuling to serve as an instructor, and then both things will be solved! But will he be driven back by Hujuling like the previous two instructors?"

Dou Zhongquan shook his head: "This time I give him a death order, and I can't be driven back no matter what."

They could not imagine that it was precisely because of the short conversation and helpless decision that the future fate of Wang Lichun and Hujuling Independent Brigade had undergone tremendous changes.

They even never thought that when Wang Lichun completely integrated into the Hujuling Independent Brigade, what kind of combat power this army would be radiated and what kind of nightmare it would bring to the Japanese!

Several years later, the heroic deeds of the Hujuling Independent Regiment were still circulated among the people in the Longpan Mountain area, and the most widely circulated was the legendary second leader of the Hujuling, Wang Lichun, who made the Japanese frightened!
Chapter completed!