Chapter 7 Xie Gouzi, who took the blame for Li Daben
Chapter 7 Xie Gouzi takes the blame for Li Da’s fault
The Nine Columns are an armed force under the leadership of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army. The person who was scolding me on the phone just now was the famous 386th Brigade Commander.
Although the Nine Columns were called columns just to attract the attention of the Japanese, in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, they were actually brigade-level combat units.
Of the three regiments under the Nine Columns, only the old third regiment has combat effectiveness. It was severely damaged in the previous battles, and its personnel and supplies have not kept up. Not to mention the new regiment, which was just established, let alone the new second regiment.
In the command post, the commander's face turned red after being scolded, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his chest. He glanced at Xie Gouzi.
Xie Gouzi, the new commander of the third company, was a young man who looked a little stunned. He had a bleeding bandage on his head and stood in the middle of the room with a miserable look on his face, with snot and tears on his face.
"Did you hear that? You loser, I really want to shoot you."
Xie Gouzi sniffed and said aggrievedly: "Commander, can you rely on me? The order has not been passed to me, I don't know at all!"
The commander slapped the table and stared: "Who was the order given to? Is it someone from your third company?"
"Yes, but that guy has only been here for less than three days." Xie Gouzi burst into tears again, "It turns out he is a militia captain who was temporarily recruited to carry a stretcher. Who knows which donkey he wants to kick?
How dare you jump out to take orders!"
"Yes! As long as they're from your third company, you can't escape your involvement if you thank Gouzi!"
Xie Gouzi begged political commissar Ma with his eyes, and political commissar Ma quickly smoothed things over, "Commander, I want to thank Gouzi for his bravery in this battle, but he is injured, so just go around him!"
The commander was furious, and then cursed: "Even if he has only been in the army for a long time, as long as he joins the establishment of your third company, you are the one thanking the Gouzi soldiers! If something happens, you have to thank the Gouzi soldiers for it."
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Xie Gouzi's eyes were swollen from crying, and he sobbed and said: "You can beat me with forty military sticks, just one. I can't do this as company commander, so give it to someone else."
The group leader slapped the table: "I rebelled against you. I said a few words to you and even asked me to get on the board!"
Xie Gouzi wiped his face with his sleeve: "No, please let me come back and be a guard for you. Otherwise, I can be a leading soldier in any company. Anyway, I will never come back to the Third Company."
"You worthless thing, you are also from the Third Regiment after all!" the commander pointed at Xie Gouzi's nose and cursed.
Political Commissar Ma watched the commander start again, quickly interrupted him, and asked: "What is the origin of that militia captain?"
Xie Gouzi said quickly: "That guy was originally a Mai Ke who traveled from village to village. He was a good talker, easy to make things happen, and quite fond of our Eighth Route Army team. Later, when the army recruited troops, he came with all the village militiamen."
"What's your name?"
"I don't know his name, but everyone I know calls him Li Da Benshang."
"Hmph!" the commander said angrily, "What a great guy, I think he is just a loser. If he hadn't just joined the army and didn't understand anything, I would have shot you two together."
Just as he was talking, a soldier ran in and said: "Report to the commander and political commissar, a group of people came outside, saying they were sent by the headquarters."
The commander and the political commissar looked at each other and said, "Zhou Weihan, the leader of the new second regiment sent by the headquarters, has arrived. Let's go out and pick him up."
The battlefield has been cleaned up, but there is still a more difficult task, which is to identify people.
Those indistinguishable remains of severed limbs have long been laid to rest, and the identifiable remains of the Nine Columns warriors are being hurriedly listed by documents: Yan Yongwu, Zeng Quanzhi, the names of the martyrs are simply written on the papyrus.
On the book.
Every time a battle ends, the paperwork is almost numb due to such work.
No matter how great the victory is, there will still be sacrifices by our own people. Often the greater the victory, the greater the sacrifice.
Perhaps the only people who couldn't be happy when they heard that their troops had won a great victory were the clerks responsible for counting casualties.
How many of those heroes and martyrs who are sleeping underground have the same name and are regarded as someone else?
How many nameless people just disappeared from the world? The documents cannot tell.
Zhou Weihan looked at the families of the martyrs who came to look for the bones of their relatives from a distance. The clerk took them to a large cemetery and pointed to an unnamed wooden sign.
The family members sobbed softly or cried heartbreakingly, and the clerk also cried beside them.
For an army, the casualties in battle are a loss of 100 or 200 people, but for a family, it is like a broken beam and a collapsed sky.
Even though he had experienced life and death, Zhou Weihan's heart, as hard as iron, could not help but throb.
The clerk walked towards the command post with his head hanging down. He looked up and saw some family members of the martyrs coming again.
They had just returned home and walked back the same way they came. They brought a young and strong boy with them and handed him over to the army with tears in his eyes, with instructions: "Go be a member of the Eighth Route Army, kill the Japanese, and avenge your brother."
What a simple and lovely group of people. For the first time, Zhou Weihan felt that his mission in this era was to protect this group of people.
Jing Dagang tugged on Zhou Weihan's sleeve at this time, "Here comes the regiment commander, the commander of the ninth column, and the political commissar."
Zhou Weihan saluted, "Report to Commander, Political Commissar, Zhou Weihan is here to report!"
"Captain Zhou, our Nine Columns looked forward to the stars and the moon, but finally you are here!" the Political Commissar of the Nine Columns said happily.
"The Ninth Column is in urgent need of cadres. I asked for someone from my superiors. I didn't expect the headquarters to send you here. If the Ninth Column had a capable general like you earlier, we wouldn't have let the little devil escape this time." The commander sighed with emotion.
said.
"Okay, let's stop standing outside and let's talk inside the house!" the political commissar interrupted the commander.
"yes"
Zhou Weihan and Jing Dagang followed the commander, and the political commissar entered the room. The commander gently said to him: "Captain Zhou, your political commissar Liu Tianming of the 22nd Regiment and I were old comrades in the Red Army. I was the company commander at the time, and he
It’s the instructor.”
Zhou Weihan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I heard Old Liu say that he told me that your friendship was fought in blood. He still owes you a drink!"
The commander laughed: "Thankfully he still remembers it, but I forgot about it."
Zhou Weihan glanced at Jing Dagang, who understood and put the Zuoguan knife in his hand on the table.
Zhou Weihan explained: "Commander, we happened to kill a group of Japs when we came here. They must have escaped from the encirclement."
"That's great. One column beat a squadron of Japanese soldiers and let them escape. It sounds so cowardly. The brigade commander just called me and scolded me."
"Now I order Zhou Weihan to be the commander of the new second regiment of the Nine Columns. Due to the current shortage of cadres, commander and political commissar, you can do it alone for now!"
After hearing the commander's words, Zhou Weihan almost couldn't help but laugh. After all, no one wants to have a political commissar who can recite the curse.
It would be nice to meet a political commissar who is reasonable and familiar with military affairs, such as Liu Tianming.
If the group leader and the political commissar are not together, it will affect the development of the entire group.
Today's political commissars also have military veto power.
The most obvious example is that after the Eighth Army Division of the Central Hebei Military Region successfully broke through, the 30th Regiment lost contact and was still surrounded by the Japanese army.
Faced with the situation where an entire regiment was out of contact, the division commanders and political commissars of the Eighth Army each had their own plans and suggestions, resulting in great differences, and no one accepted the advice of the other.
The commander at the time advocated cutting off the wrists of strong men, but the political commissar had a different opinion.
After repeated consultations and discussions with no results, the political commissar directly activated the final decision-making power, sternly rejected the commander's order, and then ordered the entire army to turn around and return to rescue the 30th Regiment.
Later, the Japanese army took advantage of our unsteady foothold and surrounded us from all directions. At that time, the Eighth Army had only about 700 troops left after all the divisions were attacked. However, the Japanese troops that surrounded us numbered more than 4,000, and they were well-armed.
The soldiers of the Eighth Army Division performed very bravely, but unfortunately, due to the serious disadvantages of being outnumbered and not having superior weapons, in the end, except for a few soldiers who desperately completed the breakout, most of the soldiers of the Eighth Army Division were
He sacrificed himself heroically and sacrificed his life for his country.
Later, superiors learned this lesson and stipulated that at critical moments in battles, only the military chief had the highest decision-making power.
When he was at the headquarters, the boss didn't mention this matter. He just arranged three battalion-level instructors for the new second regiment. Zhou Weihan naturally didn't say much.
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission. Commander, please accept this sword as a meeting gift from me." Zhou Weihan said with a smile.
"Okay, I hope you will give me more meeting gifts like this in the future. Correspondent, take Captain Zhou to the camp of the New Second Regiment."
The words are divided into two parts.
"Ah-ah-sneeze!" Li Daben, who was locked in the solitary room, suddenly sneezed for a long time.
He rubbed his nose, with an ordinary look on his face, and looked around the warehouse that had been converted into a confinement room. The room was very spacious, with nothing in it, and was extremely bright and spacious, with a few rays of skylight shining down from the broken roof.
The door opened, and the little soldier in charge of guarding brought a jar of millet porridge, and several steamed buns were placed in front of Li Dajian, deliberately trying to challenge him: "Eat, great hero."
Li Da did not pick up the trouble, and pretended to be stupid and asked: "Hey, what's the noise outside? My ears are deafened by the cannon, so I can't hear clearly."
In the courtyard outside the house, several soldiers were stopping the excited Sweet Potatoes and cheering them on. The crowd was shouting and yelling.
"Li is so capable! Come out!"
"Come out! What's the order from above? It's obviously you who pretended to pass on the imperial edict!"
"That is, you have to risk the lives of several of our brothers and come out to pay for it!" "Pay for your life! Pay for your life."
The little soldier curled his lips and said to Mr. Li: "They all come to you to accuse you." "What?"
"I'm looking to settle a score with you!" the little warrior shouted loudly.
"I didn't make any mistakes, why are you looking for me?"
"You, just stay here and wait for the commander's opinion. If you walk out of this door now, they will tear you apart!"
A strange expression appeared on Li Daben's face. It only appeared for a moment, and then he returned to his original indifferent expression. He grabbed a steamed bun and put it in his mouth.
"Don't patronize yourself," the little warrior pointed inward with his hand, "Send it to the person inside as well.
After saying that, he turned around and walked out, and the door closed with a bang.
Li Daben looked in the corner and saw a man in military uniform sitting in the dark with his back to him. He couldn't see his face, only a big bald head, motionless like a monk.
Li Daben became interested and walked over gently with his steamed bun in hand.
I signed the contract yesterday and was really caught off guard. This is the second update and there should be more in the early morning.
It's almost too much, and the curtain is about to rise. I would like to ask for support from the handicapped party. If you don't say anything anymore, hurry up and write.