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"Let’s leave it to the board of directors to make a decision. We must have laws to follow in everything we do, and we can’t make a decision by patting our heads."
Zhao Wenjun said, "A word from the Commander-in-Chief is enough for this trivial matter. Will it be so troublesome?"
Zhang Yiping rubbed his head. "I’ll decide everything. I’m too busy. Now I want to go out with a rifle and shoot some Russians in the head to catch a beautiful young red army girl. Now I’m full of this … I’m not interested in him … You’d better get ready early for your 14th division. I’ll charge alone with a gun and never wait for you. Didn’t you find that the gunmen in my hand are going crazy?"
"Even I’m going crazy, not to mention these people. Are they far less controlled than me?" Zhang Yiping said.
"We have made all preparations to launch an attack early and on time to ensure that we can get Irkutsk in one go!" Zhao Wenjun stood at attention and said, "I asked my brothers to pay attention to the fact that there is a beautiful girl left for the commander-in-chief."
"Whoever catches a woman is the hidden rule of our army, and I am no exception. Even catching a woman needs someone to do it for me. I’m not old enough," Zhang Yiping waved and said.
Wen-jun Zhao said yes and then withdrew. Then Shi Weilan came in and told Zhang Yiping that the Russian translator had come and asked Zhang Yiping if he wanted to meet him.
Translation is also a guard company, but Zhang Yiping, who is a guard company, regards him as his brother. Whenever a new person comes over, he will personally meet him. But today, Zhang Yiping is also very dry-tempered. He waved and said, "God, God, just let him bring his rifle with him …"
The next morning, before dawn, the soldiers of the guard company ate the war meal and entered the position. The weather was exceptionally good. Last night, there was no rainy day, and there were still a few stars hanging.
When the morning light came, a soft light purple and a fish-belly white appeared in the east, and then the wonderful colors of Li rose appeared. The weeds and calamus beside the trench were originally dark, and then they also showed an oily green light.
Wang Weigang is behind Shi Weilan. He is a translator in the company, which is no different from ordinary Chinese. He is led by Shi Weilan, and he is not very familiar with the guard company. Naturally, he becomes Shi Weilan’s follower. When necessary, he can transform the translation position. Usually, the gunman makes it.
As soon as the soldiers of the guard company changed their decadent state yesterday, everyone was in good spirits and eager to try! Wang Weigang knew that after these guys learned that they were going to fight, they all took a shower, changed their clothes and carefully shaved their faces to make themselves clean and neat … Experienced soldiers all know that this is their means to prevent themselves from getting too excited before the war and avoid staying up late. After all, they haven’t participated in the battle for a year, which is a bit like the jumping for the first time that recruits participated in the battle.
Zhang Yiping also appeared in the trench with a rifle on his back. His clothes were wrinkled and his shoulders were a lieutenant.
Shi Weilan introduced Wang Weigang to Zhang Yiping and patted him on the shoulder and said, "As soon as you catch the Russian girl, you will be the translator!"
"ah! Commander-in-Chief, please forgive me for being a translator, not picking up girls for you! " Wang Weigang said.
"Of course, your main job is translation, but sometimes it is also necessary to help your brothers a little. We are all brothers, of course, to help each other …" Zhang Yiping laughed. "In addition, don’t call me commander-in-chief in the battlefield, call me lieutenant, sir, or boss …"
Tugen giggled and said, "I don’t care what he translated." What I like best is body language. I just like Russian women’s guns when I see them. Why should I sleep well after I finish talking so much nonsense? "
"Tugen you this coarse goods how can you compare with the boss? Boss, it’s called having an emotional appeal. You call a pig chewing peony and sleeping after eating it … haven’t you had enough sleep this year? " Vicke Wang taught.
"Well, chew well. Chew well. The most important thing is the way you like. Of course, you have to rely on your own luck. If you meet a Russian aunt and let you chew, you can’t chew as old as a tree vine …" Zhang Yiping laughed. He visited the company comrades one by one from one end to the other. The banter made the atmosphere lively to be continued.
Chapter 637 Rolling from the horizon
The soldiers of the People’s Army in the peripheral position of Irkutsk lay down in the deep trench and waited for the enemy to attack, and then gave the enemy a heavy blow with their rifles, killing all the invading Soviet enemies, just as political commissar Garrelov said, we sincerely protect the Soviet government, defend the Far East Republic and defend Irkutsk!
Garrelov’s parapet was narrowed into a line, and his eyes looked out at the past, staring at the starting position of the * * team in a light fog. Judging from the frequent activities of the * * team in these days, their attack may be a horse in front of them, or it may not be too far away.
Next to Garrelov is an old Red Army soldier. Turning his head, Garrelov can see that his face and cheeks are burnt to a long beard, and he can even smell the smell of burnt rotten eggs.
The beard of this Red Army soldier was burned by the "pig-burning method" because there was not a sharp enough repair tool. When the hair was cut, the match burned the beard and the flame burned. As soon as the hard hair burned to the skin, it was prepared to soak the towel in advance. It was much better than those blunt tools, so it was very popular among the soldiers.
After the rain stopped yesterday afternoon, Garrelov asked the officers and men in the regiment to take a short rest. One unit took a bath, shaved its hair and beard, and changed into new clothes. In the evening, he added food to let the officers and men have enough rest because he knew that the team would attack when the weather was good.
After a short night’s rest, the troops really took on a new look, and the soldiers rose again. They never kept cursing this ghost weather and kept complaining about the stagnant water and dirty life in the ditch.
On the surface, the officers and men have become positive and optimistic, but political commissar Garrelov and all officers know that the Chinese team is under strong pressure, and no one can really be optimistic. This optimistic and happy mood is likely to rain like the Siberian climate today.
Garrelov is an experienced Red Army guerrilla commander. Chita fought against the then Chinese team a year ago. At that time, the Red Army guerrilla soldiers were like this, but as soon as they pulled forward to attack the Chinese team, their faces immediately changed and their eyelids drooped, revealing dissatisfaction and gloomy hostility.
Last year, during the team battle, he witnessed that a company of infantry charged five times in a row and suffered heavy losses. When he was ordered to "continue to charge", the defeated troops of the company withdrew from the defense zone and rushed to the rear without authorization. At that time, he was ordered to lead a company commander team to intercept them. When he arranged his troops into a skirmisher line in an attempt to stop them from escaping, the infantry fired at the company commander team. Although they were only fifty or sixty people, he found that these people were crazy. Despair, heroism, desperate counterattack, self-defense, and desperate rush to death and destruction when the DuDu team fell down in the gun, because they think that the Chinese team is more terrible than the DuDu team, because they are throwing caution to the wind and death is the same everywhere.
Garrelov always shudders at the thought of this past! He glanced at the position of the * * team in the distance and then looked at the roast pig face next to it. You can see that his eyes are turning from side to side like yourself, and his heart is uneasy.
Garrelov’s political commissar thought, "Can China people really be defeated? It’s really frightening. Even Comrade Lenin’s encouragement won’t help?" If these soldiers really turn and run away like that one day, what should I do? Should I shoot? Is there nothing to stop them except shooting them? "
The pig face turned his face around. His face was red and his nose was red. It was really like a pig, but his eyes were frightened. When his eyes met the pig face, Garrelov came to a positive conclusion: "They are still afraid that they might really run away!"
"I will follow them to escape! "An idea jumped out of Garrelov’s mind. Do you know that China opponents know that they will stand their ground until they die?
A soldier over there hummed a song gently, which was born in the war. The lyrics were inspiring and the tunes were inspiring. The soldiers hummed along with it. Although it was low, everyone didn’t sing hard, but they heard the majestic and rough tunes from a distance.
"Across the mountain across the plain.
The guerrilla corps marched forward.
Vowing to recover the far east coast,
Completely eliminate the * * … "
Wang Weigang translated for Zhang Yiping. "Our flag is stained with blood.
The red flag goes to the front
Guerrillas along the Heilongjiang River
Our brave cavalry company "
"Our fame spread to all directions.
Will never be forgotten
We have made great contributions.
Famous for generations … "
Zhang Yiping hit the ground with a fist and cried, "Why the fuck didn’t I think of this song? I copied it first so that they didn’t have to sing."
Wang Weigang said, "This is the Far East Guerrilla Song, which was compiled in the first paragraph in 192. It said that it vowed to conquer the coastal areas and completely destroy the white bandit troops … Now they have changed to destroy our team."
"I could have sung this song ten years ago!" Zhang Yiping said.
"Then the Russians copied us. How despicable the Russians are!" Wang Weigang said.
Next to Shi Weilan, he said, "We should also sing a battle song. Can the Russians compete?"
No, Zhang Yiping made the soldiers of the 14th Division over there sing, "Forward, forward, forward, our team is stepping on the sun, shouldering the nation, hoping that we are an invincible force …"
There is little difference in the number of people on both sides, and each feels that his loud voice is more magnificent.
However, in the end, the winner depends on strength, because songs can’t kill people, but they can get there to boost their morale.
Zhang Yiping didn’t whine to Yu Bing. His security company was very calm. They were hunters. The more powerful they were, the more cold they were before the enemy.
Zhang Yiping stared at the watch tightly and watched the second hand move to a fixed position one by one. Suddenly, the sky suddenly fell and shook, and then it rolled from the horizon like thunder.
The artillery of the artillery division of the Northern Regiment has been fired, and the artillery has held back their strength. They want to declare war on the Soviet army with guns to see who sings louder and grander!