Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Weddings, wedding ceremonies... It is said that in ancient times, people chose to get married at dusk, when day and night alternated, which represented the union of yin and yang and was a great ritual of human relations.

I just don't know since when, the wedding has been put in the morning, and it's just when the sun rises, which makes people tired and no one can rest well. Therefore, marriage is also a physical work, without excellent physical fitness, it is difficult to bear the tossing all day long.

So, some places in Tianjin are good, weddings are held in the afternoon, and second marriages are held in the morning. Alas, we can't get up...

The wedding of Li Yunlong, the leader of the independent regiment, was naturally not held in the early morning or in the afternoon, but before noon, and the banquet started directly after the ceremony.

As the deputy commander of the Beishan Detachment, the director of the Liangjiacun Arsenal, and the deputy director and deputy chief engineer of the headquarters arsenal, Li Yuexuan naturally had to sit at the table, and at the table for the cadres.

"Comrades, fellow villagers, with the approval of the organization, today, Comrade Li Yunlong, the head of our independent regiment, and Comrade Yang Xiuqin become revolutionary partners. From now on, they will accompany each other for the rest of their lives and work together for the revolutionary cause..."

Political Commissar Zhao Gang was presiding over the wedding, Li Yunlong and Xiuqin each wore a big red flower and smiled brightly. However, Li Yuexuan was lost in thought as he looked at the table of dishes on the clock.

There were basically no decent dishes on the table. Fried chicken with toon sprouts was the only good dish on the table. In addition, there were some dishes with chicken as the main ingredient, which exuded an attractive aroma. In addition, there were some tofu skins and even wild vegetables such as bitter vegetables on the table.

Of course, at this time, it was good to be able to serve a seat, not to mention that there were several tables in the yard. It can be seen that Li Yunlong also spent a lot of money! What? He paid for it himself? Yes, if he didn't pay for his marriage, who would pay for it? The head of the independent regiment had an allowance of 5 yuan, and at this time, toothbrushes and tooth powder could be sold for yuan.

So, even though Li Yuexuan only gave me a dressing mirror, and the mirror is not very big, with a practical area of ​​only 15×20cm, it still cost several yuan. Of course, this is also a by-product of the arsenal, and is a subsidiary product of the glass factory's optical glass manufacturing.

Why does a glass factory make optical glass? Do you want a telescope? Do you want a sniper scope? As long as we have some penicillin, we can get the technology and personnel from the Russians. Why don't we build one now?
Therefore, although Li Yuexuan has not made much progress in the past few years in the arsenal, the information he released has provided too much help to the Eighth Route Army! Apart from other things, as long as our soldiers do not die directly on the battlefield, the wounded will be carried down and immediately provided with emergency assistance by professional medical soldiers. Then, for infection, there are sulfonamides and penicillin!

Although such medical conditions are not as advanced as those abroad, the number of casualties due to infection has dropped to an extremely low level. In a sense, Li Yuexuan has indirectly treated too many casualties. Anyone who has been injured should remember his kindness. Well, it seems that there is no point...

Li Yunlong's wedding was simple! The process was simple, the dishes were simple, and even the drinks were simple, just one or two glasses of white wine diluted with water per person, which was just enough to moisten the mouths of those who could drink. It wasn't that Li Yunlong didn't want to invite everyone to drink more, nor was it that the regiment couldn't afford to pay for Li Yunlong's drinks. The main reason was that there was still an operation tonight, so he couldn't drink too much!

The wedding ended quickly. Sister Xiuqin went to Li Yunlong’s new room to wait. Li Yunlong continued to drink with everyone. It was obvious that he was really happy. After all, it was one of the four great joys in life.

"Captain, I toast you a glass!" Zhu Ziming, an officer of the regiment, held up a cup of wine to toast Li Yunlong. Perhaps he felt guilty, so he drank it all and turned back to sit down. "Okay, comrades, have a good drink!" Li Yunlong looked at Zhu Ziming's back for a few seconds, then continued to talk to everyone to liven up the atmosphere.

Although the wedding banquet was simple, it was already past 1:30 pm when the meal was over, and Li Yunlong was a little drunk. But from his occasional shrewd eyes, Li Yuexuan knew that he was pretending. Of course, Li Yuexuan would not point it out, but looked at Political Commissar Zhao, and both of them turned their heads away tacitly.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Ziming paced around his room restlessly, his heart full of entanglement. He was a traitor, who gave up his faith and dignity, and betrayed his organization and comrades. But, it shouldn't be like this? He was also a passionate young man, who had fought against the devils on the battlefield and even killed several devils himself. How could he be like this?

In the Japanese prison, he had survived the tiger bench and pepper water, and even now, he still had scars all over his body, which were the marks left by whips dipped in salt water. The most serious ones were the two dark red scars on his chest, which were caused by the iron.

His nails have only grown out now, and he doesn't even dare to use force on his fingertips because the pricking feeling is really heartbreaking. But this heartbreak is nothing compared to the pain when his nails were pulled out. But why can a sentence from that Japanese officer make him give up his ideals and beliefs?

"Alas... Am I afraid of death? But what am I doing now?" When Zhu Ziming was thinking to himself, there was a knock on the door.

"Secretary Zhu, the political commissar wants to ask you to come over. Please go quickly. I'm leaving first..." After the people outside left, Zhu Ziming also went out and went to Political Commissar Zhao.

Then, he was controlled...

When Political Commissar Zhao showed a meaningful smile, Zhu Ziming immediately lost his mental defenses. He knew that he had been discovered long ago.

"Political Commissar, I confess, I tell the truth, I'm sorry to everyone..." Zhu Ziming began to explain all the problems like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, without any intention of quibbling.

Of course, what he could tell was actually meaningless, because according to the news from the sentries stationed outside Zhaojiayu, they had seen an unidentified team approaching secretly. And Li Yuexuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the meeting room of the regiment, also saw from the map that the flashing red dot was gradually approaching.

"Heh, stop. There are only 67 devils in total? Yamamoto is not good enough. It's been so long, and you only get such a small number of people?" There was no one around, and Li Yuexuan made a business statement that only he could hear.

"Attention, all departments, keep a close eye on the location of these people, don't panic, don't alert them, wait for them to get into our pocket formation!" Tianchuan gave his order on the mountain southwest of the village. (End of this chapter)