Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Today's ambush to the Sakata Squadron was to inform the troops in advance, otherwise these subordinate troops would not be able to arrive at the ambush site within the specified time.

The closer to the regiment headquarters, the smaller the number of independent regiments, and basically all of them returned to their respective stations.

When he entered the village, there were less than 200 people around Li Yunlong.

"Zhang Dabiao!"

Li Yunlong stopped and shouted.

"To!"

A strong man immediately ran to Li Yunlong.

"Let me introduce. This is Zhang Dabiao, the battalion commander of the first battalion. This is the old man I brought from the new regiment. This is my guard, Qiao Lin, Zhang Dabiao. I have guards now, so you don't have to go there every day. The regiment headquarters went to me and called for a report."

Li Yunlong introduced the two of them.

"Hello, Captain Zhang!"

Qiao Linduo was coming, Li Yunlong saluted Zhang Dabiao as soon as he finished speaking.

"I have seen your performance on the battlefield just now. For a while, I feel relieved that the regiment commander has you protecting me."

Zhang Dabiao saluted in return, and shook hands with Qiao Lin specially.

The army is like this, the strong are respected regardless of their position.

"Okay, let's go, Lao Kong, Lao Xing, let's go back and have a drink? I still have a few bottles of burning knives hidden."

After winning the battle, Li Yunlong was in a good mood, and walked towards the regiment headquarters with his arms around Kong Jie, the deputy commander, and Xing Zhiguo, the chief of staff.

As a guard, Qiao Lin naturally followed closely behind the regiment leader.

It is said to be the regiment headquarters, but it is actually a private house vacated by the people in the village.

In the small courtyard of less than [-] square meters, there are two cave dwellings dug by the mountain, and there is not even a guard at the gate of the courtyard.

Such a crude regiment headquarters shows how difficult the conditions of the Eighth Route Army are.

Walking into the cave dwelling where Li Yunlong lived, the first thing that catches the eye is the kang that occupies half of the room.

Straw mats were spread on the Kang, and a small Kang table of three feet square was placed in the middle, and the corners of the Kang were piled up with rolled up quilts, which were greasy, and the original color could not be distinguished.

As soon as he entered the door, a smell of stinky feet came over his face. Qiao Lin subconsciously rubbed his nose, thinking that Li Yunlong was really similar to the one on TV, and he was so informal.

"I said, Lao Li, can't you wash your feet? What's the smell in this room? Can people still enter?"

Qiao Lin didn't dare to complain about Li Yunlong face to face, but someone dared.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Kong Jie retreated holding his nose. Obviously, the smell in the room made him unbearable.

"I said, old Kong, you are poor and fastidious, old man, I am not a hut, what's the smell?"

Li Yunlong pursed his lips, as if he was dissatisfied with Kong Jie's comment on the smell in his room.

"You have climbed snow-capped mountains and walked across grasslands. I think you have no other skills, so you have developed a pair of stinky feet. With your feet, it will be difficult to find a wife in the future. The bride will have to smoke out when she enters the house!"

Kong Jie continued to complain to the end, and it could be seen that he had a lot of resentment towards Li Yunlong's feet.

But just talking about it, the few people present were all rushed through the hail of bullets, and they were not afraid of death, but how could they be afraid of mere foot odor?

Soon, Li Yunlong took out two bottles of white wine from the cabinet in the corner, plus a portion of peanuts wrapped in oil paper and placed them on the kang table.

Chapter 380 Seven different leaders

The three of them sat cross-legged on the kang without taking off their shoes.

Take the stoneware bowl full of gaps and fill it with wine.

Qiao Lin stuck to his duty as a guard and stood motionless at the door.

He is not qualified to sit in this kind of leadership-level banquet.

"Qiao Lin, what are you doing standing up? Sit down and drink together!"

After Li Yunlong picked up the bowl and took a sip, seeing that Qiao Lin was still standing, he beckoned him to sit down.

"Head, I can just stand, you guys drink!"

Qiao Lin shook his head, and went to sit down without being so serious.

"Qiao Lin, don't be so restrained. The Eighth Route Army is equal, and we don't have to obey orders on the battlefield. There is no reason for us to sit while you stand. If Lao Li tells you to sit down, sit down, don't be polite to him!"

Kong Jie also spoke, and moved in to make room for Qiao Lin.

It was all said and done, Qiao Lin would lose face if he didn't go there again, he rubbed the back of his head, walked over to sit beside Kong Jie with a smirk.

Xing Zhiguo took an empty bowl and poured him a bowl of wine.

"Qiao Lin, you have made great contributions in today's battle, and I respect you on behalf of our regiment commander!"

Sitting on the kang, Li Yunlong said with a smile while holding a wine bowl.

Kong Jie seemed to like bickering with Li Yunlong, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "What about the command, the command of the independent regiment is sitting here, do you need your representative?"

This is true, a regimental commander, a deputy regimental commander, and a chief of staff. The leadership of the independent regiment is indeed here, and further down are the battalion commanders of the battalions.

"Going into battle to kill the enemy is a soldier's job, and I should do it all. Thank you, Chief, for your love."

Qiao Lin quickly picked up the wine bowl with both hands, and said sincerely.

It's not that he's being modest, it's that he really doesn't feel that he has done such a great thing.

In the three years on the peninsula, he led the Dark Blade to perform countless missions, destroyed the strongholds of the Mi Army, blew up the airport, and wiped out the ace troops of the Mi Army, all of which were more powerful than today.

In his opinion, he just did what he should do, and he was far from doing meritorious service.

"Lao Li, did you see that the guards are more enlightened than you, and you just won the battle, and your tail is almost up to the sky. You should learn from Qiao Lin in the future."

Kong Jie would never let go of any opportunity to ridicule Li Yunlong, and said immediately after taking the conversation.

"Captain Kong, don't say that. The commander is a man of real ability. I joined the army because of him."

Qiao Lin complimented Li Yunlong just right.

Li Yunlong, who had been made a bit uncomfortable by Kong Jie, immediately smiled when he heard this.

"Drink! Drink!"

The wine is not a good wine. After one sip, the stomach feels like it’s on fire. I don’t know how long the peanuts have been stored.

But this drink was very enjoyable, there was no distinction between superiors and subordinates, and the four of them gathered around the small table, as if they were old friends.

They made wild jokes, chatted about the situation of the war, and while exposing each other's shortcomings, they did not forget to mention the little things when they were fighting together.

Qiao Lin looked at the three of them, Li Yunlong and Kong Jie, who sometimes laughed heartily and sometimes had flushed eyes, and suddenly felt a little envious of them.

I once had a group of comrades like this, friendships worth my life, and I don't know how they are doing now.

Although it is clear that they are no longer in the same time and space, but I can't help but miss them in my heart.

The war on the peninsula is over, and life will return to peace. I don’t know if Lei Gong and Head Nurse Qiao are married, and if Yu Congrong is still as impulsive. Pinghe should learn to be more cheerful, and Huang Dachuan will also meet the girl who really belongs to him.

Zhang Xiaoshan should eat more, he is a leader, he is too thin and has no momentum, Li Ming likes to study the radio station, whether Yang Zhengkai is still exercising, Liu Tianlong does not know which army he has served in. ． ．

In a trance, faces flashed before my eyes, each with a special story.

Just when Qiao Lin was engrossed in his thoughts, his ears suddenly quieted down. He was startled, and immediately came back to his senses, and found that the other three were staring at him.

"You boy, did you get drunk before finishing a bowl of wine?"

Li Yunlong pointed to the remaining half bowl of wine in front of Qiao Lin and said.

"How can I, I still have a bit of a drinker, but seeing you like this, I suddenly feel a little envious."

Qiao Lin quickly made an expression of not looking down on people.

"Envy what?"

Kong Jie asked curiously.

"I'm envious of the relationship between you two. I haven't joined the army for long. This should be the friendship in the war, right?"

Qiao Lin smiled, sincerely, from the bottom of his heart.

"Hehehe, well said, this is friendship in battle."

Several people were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed heartily: "Come on, come on, let's do it!"

Picking up the wine bowl, he drank it all in one gulp. The burning sensation gave Qiao Lin a different experience.

Perhaps the emergence of the system is to allow oneself to experience military life in different eras.

Li Yunlong, who laughed at Qiao Lin's poor drinking capacity, was the first to get drunk.

Before finishing the two bottles of wine, Li Yunlong's eyelids began to fight, and his head dozed off bit by bit.

Several people put Li Yunlong flat on the kang, and covered him with a quilt.

After a while, the snoring sounded.

"There's still half a bottle left. Let's go after drinking. It's not easy to drink Lao Li's wine. This guy always closes the door and drinks secretly."

Kong Jie picked up the remaining half bottle of wine with a smile, and divided it among the remaining three people, exactly one bowl for each person.

Xing Zhiguo has a gentle temperament and doesn't like to talk much. Most of the time he plays the role of the audience, a bit like Pinghe.

On the contrary, Kong Jie never stopped talking, pulling Qiao Lin to talk endlessly, more like Yu Congrong.

In the ranks of the Eighth Route Army, the regiment-level cadres can be regarded as the chiefs, but Qiao Lin didn't feel the airs of the chiefs from them.

Very approachable, which is how Jolin feels.

Perhaps only the people's army can train such cadres.

After the banquet ended, several people left contentedly.

Before leaving, Xing Zhiguo specifically confessed that Qiao Lin would live in the empty cave dwelling in the future, and he would send a set of bedding over later.

Qiao Lin stood in the yard, stretched, and his joints cracked.

A few bowls of wine won't make you drunk, anyway, there's nothing wrong, so Qiao Lin just started exercising in the courtyard.

Without any equipment, I can only do the simplest project, push-ups.

One hundred, two hundred, one thousand, two thousand. ． ．