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Chapter 848 Chapter 847 Another year has come
According to the detachment's regulations, home leave is divided according to the length of service. For example, a soldier with three years of service can visit his family twice a year, a soldier with two years of service can visit his family once, and a soldier with one year of service can't... Although this regulation is only limited to soldiers from the Beishan base, it is already a very relaxed policy. For other troops, let's not talk about whether they have home leave or not. Even if they do, they don't have the conditions to go back!
In order to take care of the mentality of those soldiers who are not local, every time there is a home leave, the veterans who stay in the team will have their food standards increased accordingly. And there is another key point, that is, the postal service has been realized between the Beishan base and the Beiyue District, Taihang Second District, Third District and First District.

Although the soldiers from Beiyue District, Licheng, and Shexian could not go home to visit their families, they could write letters and send them home every month! Moreover, the allowances saved by the soldiers and the spoils of war distributed to the soldiers could also be sent back home by postmen after obtaining the organization's consent!
In addition, these veterans have another benefit, that is - taking pictures! Yes, taking pictures! When they captured Ping'an County and Yangquan, they seized many cameras! Some of these cameras were carried by the Japanese military reporters, some were the personal belongings of Japanese officers, and some were seized from the photo studios run by the Japanese!

In order to strengthen their rule over the occupied areas, the Japanese invaders created a thing called a "Good Citizen Certificate". The Good Citizen Certificate required a photo, so the Japanese invaders opened many photo studios.

Photo studios are not free, they require people to pay! Of course, some good citizen certificates do not require photos, but the physical information is more detailed. For example, height, age, appearance, address, how many scoops and winnowing baskets are in each hand, and the fingerprints pressed by the index fingers of the left and right hands, etc.

Cameras were seized so often that it was no longer a surprise. Besides, there were also a lot of films in the Guizi Village, so the detachment arranged for each soldier to take photos. And those veterans who could not go home could wear new uniforms every year, wash themselves, take a half-length portrait, put it in an envelope, and let the postman send it back to their hometown!

This policy is much better than those soldiers who completely cut off contact with their families when they join the army!

The military families can stay at home and see photos of their children. They can feel relieved knowing that their children are living a safe life in the army.

Of course, there were also those who did not need postal services, because some soldiers were orphans and had no family to contact, and even their fellow villagers were massacred.

As a military unit divided into five levels, the special forces have the highest level and the best benefits! Of course, the battles are also the most dangerous, and the training is the strongest and most tiring!

When everyone else was on holiday, the Taoist priests of the special forces also got a half-month holiday. Even their master, the old Taoist priest Chen Jue'an, who was in charge of the medical and health work of the base and became the director of the newly established Beishan Detachment Field Hospital and the director of the Medical and Health Department of the Beishan Base, also got a half-month holiday.

West of Liangjia Village, at the foot of Mantou Mountain, Taoist Master Chen put on his old Taoist robe and looked at his disciples who were still in military uniforms. His eyes looked at their faces one by one, and his expression became much softer. Since he joined the guerrillas in the winter of 38, more than five years have passed!

5 years, how many 5 years can there be in a lifetime? But what comforted the old Taoist priest was that none of his disciples, including his junior brother Zhang Jueming who was smoking quietly, died and were all alive and well! Moreover, in these 5 years, the number of Japanese puppet troops that they directly or indirectly eliminated must have been several thousand, right?
At this time when the nation is in danger, being able to enter the world, defeat the Japanese pirates, and still live well, isn't this a kind of happiness?
"Let's go, let's go quickly and come back quickly!" After the old Taoist priest said this, he jumped on his horse, whipped the horse, and galloped towards the direction of Qingfeng Temple...

It was already January 1944, and the twelfth lunar month had arrived. The time for the family leave arranged by the detachment was actually calculated so that the comrades who were visiting their families could return home after celebrating the New Year.

The river had already frozen at this time, and the waterwheel had been dismantled in time. It had snowed heavily a few days ago, and the whole earth was desolate and bleak.

The wind blew through the treetops, making a whistling sound. Some hungry sparrows chirped and jumped in the trees, then flew up and flew towards a house in the distance where smoke was rising from the chimney.

Chirp... quite a few birds have already settled on the tree outside the yard, such as a few turtledoves with white circles on their necks mixed in with the sparrows. In addition to turtledoves and sparrows, there are also some small fat chicks with snow-white bodies and black eyes, which look like large dumplings, settled on the tree. At this moment, the birds are looking at the chicken coop in the yard, trying to find a little food in the chicken feeder. The reason why these birds have not taken action is because there is a woman in the yard, a woman wearing a red flowered cotton jacket and a scarf on her head.
Swish...swish...The woman was not very old, and her appearance could not be seen because she was wrapped in a scarf, but from the lightness with which she swung the broom, it was clear that she was a young woman.

"Mom...Mom..." The door was opened a crack, and a chubby little boy showed his rolling eyes and called softly to the woman.

"I know, Baoer, close the door quickly..." The woman smiled happily and quickened the pace of sweeping the snow.

Soon, a space was cleared in the yard, and then the woman took a basket, scattered some chaff on the ground, closed the basket, and propped up one side of the basket with a wooden stick connected to a rope.

After doing all this, the woman pulled one end of the rope, pushed the door open and entered the house. Then the mother and daughter watched the birds in the tree through the crack in the door...

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. The birds on the trees saw everything, but they ignored the baskets on the chaff. All they had eyes for were the yellow chaff.

Flutter...sparrows and doves landed one after another, and then quietly jumped towards the chaff, without paying any attention to the fact that they had fallen into a trap.

"Mom...there are quite a few..." Xiao Baoer whispered in the woman's ear, but his eyes were fixed on the birds in the yard.

"Mother of the child, I'm back. The team has granted me a leave to visit my family!" A young and anxious voice sounded outside the courtyard gate, startling the birds in the yard...

Creak... The front door was pushed open, and the door to the house was also pushed open. The woman, holding the little boy in her arms, walked towards the yard in two steps, and ran into the man's warm arms. Although there was a little baby between them, the woman felt incomparable warmth and happiness.

"Dad?" Little Baoer looked for a long time before he recognized that the man in military uniform was his biological father, and he called out weakly.

"Ah...haha..." Hearing the child's cry, the young soldier laughed heartily, scaring the birds in the trees so much that they flew far away before they dared to stop...

(End of this chapter)