The country is broken

The soldiers in the four rows still stood silently.

Wow! ~~~~~

Soybean-sized raindrops swept across the sky, covering the soldiers in the fourth platoon. The soldiers in the other platoons saw that the fourth platoon had no intention of hiding from the rain. Several squad leaders and soldiers went to persuade them to hide from the rain. , but the fourth platoon, from the squad leader to the ordinary soldiers, seemed to have never heard of it, and there was still no wavering.

"Brother Bao, did you order the fourth platoon to take shelter from the rain! If this continues, they will get sick." Chen Jiayao looked at the fourth platoon of soldiers standing upright in the storm from the door of the district team office.

"Let them go! They won't listen to my orders." Wang Bao waved his hand, and the four platoons sometimes have the same virtue as Li Wei - stubborn. [

The thunder became louder and louder, and the raindrops became more and more urgent. The officers and soldiers in the four rows were drenched from top to bottom, but as if the wind and rain had nothing to do with them, the water on the ground began to spread.

Clap clap! ~ The rain splashed everywhere, Fan Guowen could no longer hide in the house to shelter from the rain, but stepped on the stagnant water in desperation, and stood at the door of Li Wei's house against the wind and rain, standing upright like the four rows of soldiers, he How could the boss who was still talking and laughing on the battlefield, killing enemies with a wave of his hands become like this.

The soldiers in the fifth row saw the action of the platoon leader Fan Guowen, looked at each other, and gradually began to gather, walked out of the room, stood on the side of the fourth row, and also formed a square formation.

The soldiers in the first row, second row, and even the third row did not speak, and the platoon leaders and squad leaders did not give any orders. All officers and soldiers spontaneously started to line up in the rain.

All the soldiers of the 12th district team neatly set up five square formations in front of Li Wei's house in accordance with the order of the establishment. Without any rain gear, all the officers and soldiers ignored the wind and rain and stood with their heads held high. Be perfectly still.

It was dark already.Lightning illuminated the entire camp area from time to time, and light and darkness alternated instantly.

Boom! ~

Huge thunder exploded over the camp area, deafening. A large willow tree at the entrance of Shijing Village was entangled by lightning. The remaining black smoke curled away.

The soldiers of the 12th district team who were dazzled by the lightning suddenly found out.At some point, a figure appeared at the door of Li Wei's house, leaning against the door frame.

Li Wei grasped the door frame weakly, letting the rain wet himself, he glanced at his comrades outside the door, and said softly: "I want to eat."

The soldiers outside only maintained the sound scene for five seconds. In an instant, the entire camp was overturned by the cheers of the soldiers, and the huge cheers even overwhelmed the continuous explosion of thunder in the sky.

As long as he is willing to eat, it means that he still wants to live and continue to fight side by side with his comrades in arms. The silent anticipation of the 12th district team finally moved Li Wei.Even if you don't live for yourself.We must also live for the entire district team, the army and the people of the entire base area.

"This bastard Weizi!" Wang Bao wiped his face and shook off a handful of water droplets.

I don't know whether it's tears or rain, and he said to the soldiers beside him: "What are you doing, hurry up and get some food for the fourth platoon leader, and make a big pot of ginger soup, so that the soldiers don't get cold."

There was a fire in the kitchen, and the soldiers in the cooking team waved kitchen knives to chop up rotten ginger, and kept grabbing a handful of chopped ginger and throwing it directly into the boiling hot cauldron. The strong smell of ginger dissipated, filling the entire camp With this fragrant and pungent smell. The soldiers of the five platoons of the 12th district team all drove back to the dormitory under Wang Bao's scolding, and the result of the collective impulse was that they were all stripped naked.Waiting for the uniform to dry honestly is a rare scene.

Seeing Lin Xinyu carefully feeding Li Wei with sugar water, Wang Bao sat on the bedside and sarcastically said to Li Wei: "Elm lump, you finally got the hang of it! It's rare to see you say one thing and do another .”

"Hey! ~Because I suddenly realized that I am afraid of death." Li Wei smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Haha! Are you afraid of death?!" Wang Bao seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at Li Wei and said to others, "Listen everyone, Comrade Li Wei actually said that he himself would be very afraid of death." In the eyes of Li Wei, Li Wei's several actions in the battle were different from seeking death for ordinary people. Now Li Wei actually told himself that he was afraid of death.There is nothing more ridiculous than this.

Everyone else laughed, not in the manner that the Eighth Route Army should have. [

For a long time, Li Wei has participated in this time and space with the mood of playing games. Knowing the direction of history, he fought side by side with his comrades without hesitation, enjoying the years of iron-blooded war that the revolutionary ancestors were proud of. However, after losing all his skills, the protection he had always relied on for self-protection was gone, and his heart fell into inexplicable panic. The dangerous actions he had dismissed in the past made Li Wei suddenly realize that life and death were only a thin line away from him. What he saw was that all the soldiers in the 12th district team stood in front of his house without saying a word. Even in the storm and thunder, no one moved. What does this mean? !They need him, even if he loses his internal strength, the collective needs him, even if he is afraid, but without any blame or complaint, the whole collective silently waits for his return, which makes him moved. At any moment, this All teams take it as the highest honor not to abandon their comrades in arms.

"Boy, you have grown up!" Wang Bao patted Li Wei on the shoulder, and forced a smile: "However, you just need to figure it out. Since ancient times, whoever dies in life has to be born to be great, and to die is to be glorious." , these days, no one is afraid of death, everyone wants to live, but for the sake of our Chinese people's life, sometimes we die alone, so that countless people have a chance to live, this life is worth living, and death is also worth dying It's worth it." Wang Bao, who walked on the long journey, has a deep understanding of life and death.

"Stop talking, huh, I already regard myself as a dead person now." Li Wei shook his head, if not for the support of his comrades, he might not be able to untie this knot.

Although the news of Li Wei's loss of power was strictly blocked by the 12th District Team and a gag order was issued, it still spread to the Japanese, and the militiamen who got the wind mobilized the troops in the Japanese stronghold on the border of the 12th District Team overnight. It was sent to the desk of Wang Bao, the captain of the 12th district team.

In mid-April, the Japanese and puppet troops dispatched more than 11 people to launch a large-scale raid on the Beiyue area. The smell of gunpowder in the entire Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei theater became stronger again. At the beginning of the second ten days, more than 12 Japanese and puppet troops in the Shandong theater suddenly rushed to the Qinghe area. The main force of the No.12 division was quickly mobilized, and fought hard against the enemy for three rounds. In the future, the enemy's offensive was stopped. Although the Japanese army did not direct its forces to the [-]th division team, it still made the [-]th division team tense for a while.

Feeling that the wind was wrong, Wang Bao immediately proposed to send the sympathy and propaganda team stationed in the base area back to the Kuomintang-controlled area to avoid a surprise attack by the Japanese army.

At the end of April, those condolence propaganda team members who had formed a deep friendship with the military and civilians in the base area reluctantly went south and returned to the Kuomintang-controlled area safely under the escort of a squad from the 12th district team, leaving this land that was about to become a land of continuous war.

On May [-], [-], following the first anniversary of the May [-]st raid, which caused great trauma to the Eighth Route Army, almost all the Eighth Route Army in the North China base area learned the lessons of last year, and the intelligence network was extended as far as possible, and their eyes widened. Keep an eye on the movement of the Japanese army.

Perhaps it was a taste of the sweetness of forcing the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army away from the garrison in [-], severely injuring the main force of several Eighth Route Army, and opening up a large area of ​​public security. The Taihang Mountain base area, which has learned a lesson, did not repeat the mistakes of last year. It continued to send out small-scale troops to harass the main force of the Japanese and puppet troops along the way, to make use of their strengths and avoid weaknesses, and adhere to the [-]-character guerrilla policy. However, the main force of the Japanese and puppet troops has never Then I found the location of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, but repeatedly failed.

At 12 o'clock in the morning on May 5th, after passing through the inspection by the sentries at the gate of the [-]th district team, several breathless young people went straight to the district team duty room which was still on. At night in Ning Ye, all the barracks immediately boiled up after only ten seconds of silence, and the sound of the wind carried by the clothes and quilts on the kang head was fine and dense. Still not slow, the emergency getting up and dressing movements that have been rehearsed several times, neatly as if a person, soon the sound of footsteps, the school field in the camp area was immediately full of people, according to the system, whispered assembly passwords one after another.

In just 5 minutes, the 12th District team was fully assembled. At this moment, Wang Bao inserted the pistol into the waist holster and walked out of the office. He just got reliable news that nearly seven large Japanese troops around the 12th District team The torches in the stronghold were soaring into the sky, and the puppet army inside the stronghold urgently sent information. The Japanese and puppet troops in the Central Hebei area took advantage of the 12 Japanese puppet army in Shandong and the main force of the 12th division, and the superior troops of the 12th division were inseparable. At that time, troops were sent to wipe out the base of the [-]th District Team to avenge the attack on the Japanese barracks in Renqiu County, the destruction of the airport and the destruction of the Yiguandao and other cults that they supported, and completely pulled out the thorn in the side of the [-]th District Team.

"Comrades! The enemy has launched a sweep. According to reliable information, there are about [-] enemies coming. Obviously, they are coming for us. It is unwise to fight recklessly with such a large group of enemies, so we need to move immediately. , Fight guerrilla warfare with the enemy. Before we leave, we have to make good arrangements for the villagers so that they cannot be murdered. I order, first row, to help the villagers make arrangements before we evacuate. All important equipment and facilities must be hidden. The second platoon cleaned up the camp, and did not let the enemy get any valuable intelligence clues, and the other three platoons packed all the important items in the camp and moved them to a safe place." Wang Bao made a brief pre-war mobilization and task arrangement , waved his hand and said: "Start to act!"

This was the first time that the 12th district team faced the sweeping of heavy Japanese and puppet troops. Wang Bao, the district captain, was both nervous and excited.