After the impromptu meeting held by Zhou Weihan and the others, the food on the dinner table was already cold, and the three of them had a simple meal.
Zhao Gang immediately arranged for someone to compile the meeting minutes and issued official notices to all groups that night.
Ci County, West Garden, Fourth Regiment Headquarters.
Regiment leader Wang Yigong and political commissar Gao Zhiheng could hardly sleep at night these days.
Before the war, the fourth regiment was a large regiment with more than 1,600 men. In the battle at Changzhi Airport, a quarter of the number was reduced. The second battalion, which served as the main force, was crippled, and the other two battalions also suffered a lot of casualties.
The second battalion commander Han Zhiqian and deputy battalion commander Yang Xiansheng were adapted from the Jinsui Army and Sichuan Army that Zhou Weihan had rescued from the prisoner of war camp.
Under the dazzling light, Wang Yigong's face was sallow and his eyes were red. He recalled that we endured the torture of the Japanese together in the prisoner-of-war camp and fought against the Japanese together. Whenever he thought of his sacrificed comrades, Wang Yigong couldn't help but feel panicked and depressed.
in mind.
"Is there no news from the headquarters yet?" Wang Yigong's dry voice sounded.
"Old Wang, how can torture be faster? I know you are anxious, but it is okay to be so anxious. The situation has been reported. Wait, wait!" Gao Zhiheng had two bubbles on his mouth, but his mouth
He still comforted Wang Yigong.
"The first and third battalions have rushed to the station. The second battalion suffered heavy casualties this time, and the soldiers are emotionally unstable. You want me to see the second battalion stay with the regiment first, and I will personally do the ideological work of the soldiers. What do you think?"
Gao Zhiheng continued.
"It's up to you!" Wang Yigong replied.
At this time, in the compound of the former 97th Army Headquarters, now the Fourth Regiment Headquarters, a burst of noise could be heard.
"Gua Wa Zi, if you dare to stop me, Wang Yigong, Wang Yigong, come out. Damn it, don't hide from me!" Yang Xiansheng, the commander of the second battalion, was standing at the entrance of the regiment department with a wine bottle in his hand.
He cursed loudly.
The guards at the regiment stopped Yang Xiansheng, but there was nothing they could do about him.
"Battle Commander Yang, the regimental commander and the political commissar have been so angry these past two days that they can't even eat. You'd better stop touching him!" The guard pulled Yang Xiansheng aside and advised him in a low voice.
"What's wrong with him when he's so angry? My brothers from the second battalion haven't been laid to rest yet. I won't leave until this matter is resolved!" Yang Xiansheng shouted deliberately.
The sequelae of war can be found in every era. After the war, some suppressed issues suddenly burst out. Wang Yigong also deliberately let the soldiers burst out their suppressed emotions.
The day after the Fourth Regiment returned to Xihuayuan, one of our comrades in Changzhi came over.
This comrade served as a guide for the Fourth Regiment in Changzhi. After the Fourth Regiment retreated, he stayed and followed the movements of the Japanese troops in Changzhi.
Later, when I saw the Japanese army dumping the soldiers in the barren mountains, I organized people to try to bury the bodies of the soldiers, but the Japanese army sent plainclothes to keep watch in the dark.
As a result, our comrades suffered a heavy loss and suffered more than a dozen casualties.
When the soldiers of the fourth regiment learned of this, they all clamored to bury the remains of the fallen soldiers.
At this time, Wang Yigong strode out of the regiment headquarters.
Seeing Yang Xiansheng acting drunkenly in front of the regiment department, Wang Yigong's suppressed anger was suddenly ignited: "Yang Xiansheng, damn you, you drank some cat urine and you still know what you are doing. You are now a cadre of the Eighth Route Army."
, is this how you set an example?"
Just because Wang Yifong tolerates the emotions of soldiers does not mean that he tolerates battalion-level cadres like Yang Xiansheng taking the lead in making trouble.
"Bring me a basin of cold water!" Wang Yigong immediately asked the soldier to fetch the water after seeing Yang Xiansheng's appearance of being a dead pig and not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
Wang Yigong personally poured a basin of cold water over and poured it down.
It's August and the weather is sultry at night.
Yang Xian got excited, rubbed his neck, and shouted loudly: "It feels good, it feels good, give me another fucking pot!"
What a hob, when Yang Xiansheng was in Sichuan, he was a disciple of Brother Pao. He responded to the call and led a group of brothers to join the army.
Nowadays, there are not many brothers who joined the army together.
After learning that the bodies of the soldiers who died in the Second Battalion had been tortured by the Japs, Yang Xiansheng couldn't bear it anymore and was expressing his emotions in his own way.
When Wang Yigong saw Yang Xiansheng's unsparing look, his scalp was numb with anger. He touched the gun box on his waist with his right hand again and again, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Guard, put him in solitary confinement!"
Two guards came forward to take Yang Xiansheng away.
"I'll go by myself!" Yang Xiansheng put the bottle to his mouth, Gu Dong took a big sip, and then threw the bottle to the ground.
Yang Xiansheng raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, and strode towards the confinement room.
In the courtyard, the soldiers of the guard company watched quietly, and Wang Yigong also raised his head.
At this moment, Gao Zhiheng walked out of the regiment headquarters quickly.
"The headquarters sent a telegram ordering our regiment to immediately deal with the matter of the soldiers who died at Changzhi Airport!" Gao Zhiheng stood at the door and shouted loudly.
Excited voices resounded throughout the courtyard. Yang Xiansheng's steps stopped for a moment and he turned around to look.
At this time, Wang Yigong could not bear it any longer and soaked the telegram with hot tears.
"Yang Xiansheng!"
"Arrived!" Yang Xiansheng responded loudly.
"Assemble the soldiers of the second battalion immediately!"
"Yes!" Yang Xian stood at attention and saluted a military salute with trembling hands.
Then he walked quickly to Wang Yigong and Gao Zhiheng, and knelt down on the ground.
"Regiment leader, political commissar, it's not me, Yang Xiansheng, who is causing trouble. It's really my heart that's blocked. I'm not very enlightened and have no future. I can only be a bastard in this life!"
"When Commander-in-Chief Liu announced the "Complaint to the Army and People of Sichuan Kang", I took 132 children from my hometown to join the army and walked to the World War II zone wearing straw sandals. As a result, Yan Laoxi did not provide food, pay, or replenish ammunition, and the brothers took
Armed with a broadsword and wood to kill the Japanese!"
"The troops around us were constantly being dispersed and reorganized, and there were fewer and fewer brothers around us. Later, we entered the Little Japanese Prisoner of War Camp. It was the detachment leader who rescued us. The brothers made up their minds to follow the Eighth Route Army!"
"Now there are only seven brothers from my hometown left with me. Whenever I close my eyes in the past two days, I see the shadows of my brothers. Brothers are not afraid of death, but I can't explain it to the elders in my hometown. I can't let my brothers
The corpses are exposed in the wilderness!" Yang Xiansheng collapsed on the ground, wailing, and couldn't help but hit his chest.
He never cried while fighting thousands of miles from central Sichuan; he never cried when he fought bloody battles with the Japanese army at Xangkou; nor did he cry when he was brutally tortured by the Japanese army in the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp.
At this point he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Wang Yigong stepped forward to help Yang Xiansheng up, and then said: "Good brothers, let's take back the bodies of the soldiers together."
At this moment, we are comrades-in-arms, comrades, and even brothers.
