However, before leaving, Kuroshima Morita still called Nishitakei to the front.

"Xizhujun, you must restrain the entire wing during the two days when I am not here."

"No one is allowed to take a step out of the stronghold before I come back."

"Especially this guy Jiro, you must watch over him for me and never let him do whatever he wants."

"Hayi!" Nishitake paused, "Don't worry, captain, during the two days when you are away, I will definitely be optimistic about Jiro and the entire wing."

"Yosi."

Kuroshima Morita left with confidence.

For the sake of safety on the road, Kuroshima Morita took away the armored vehicle squadron in addition to the guard team.

But Jiro Kuroshima, the captain of the guard team, did not follow him. He said that he had suffered a stomachache last night, and Nishitakei could probably guess Jiro Kuroshima's thoughts.

It was just to sneak out to burn, kill and plunder while the team leader was away.

But he was not very worried about this because he could stop him.

The Japanese army's military discipline was still very strict. The regiment commander was not there, and his deputy was the highest commander. Anyone who dared to disobey his military orders would be engaged in military law.

However, the morale of Black Island United is indeed somewhat problematic now.

So Xizhu wanted to boost morale through the Chinese New Year.

In order to have a good New Year as much as possible, Xizhuyi also put a lot of effort into it.

First, I contacted the chairman of Baijia Village to maintain the situation and bought more than 100,000 kilograms of wheat straw from the surrounding villages.

Then pile the wheat straws on the outside of the Tiger Pavilion stronghold, and a bonfire was lit every fifty meters.

The puppet army also kept adding wheat straw to ensure that these dozens of bonfires could burn all night, so that the eighth Route Army came from afar and the Japanese troops in the stronghold could discover it.

Doing so requires a lot of wheat straw.

But the Japanese army in the stronghold can have a peaceful year.

By the way, since the Meiji Restoration, the Spring Festival has been changed to January 1st of the Gregorian calendar, which is New Year's Day, and the first day of the first lunar month became the old Spring Festival. But until now, most Japanese are still accustomed to celebrating the original old Spring Festival. The Japanese are really used to celebrating the Spring Festival until they have to wait for the defeat and surrender.

After it got dark, all the officers of Xizhu Yiji invited to the cafeteria of the stronghold.

Li Yunlong plans to ask the Independent Group to celebrate the New Year in advance, while Xizhuyi plans to let the Heidao United have a party for two days.

He even planned to contact the comfort station in Yangquan County at noon tomorrow and send a group of comfort women to the Huting stronghold.

The canteen has already set up a banquet, and the food is extremely rich. There are even traditional Japanese delicacies such as Yuzuo and sushi, and of course, Japanese sake is indispensable.

"You guys, today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the day after tomorrow will be the old Spring Festival."

"Here, I wish you all a happy new year in advance."

After saying that, Xizhu raised the wine cup as soon as he finished speaking, and the officers also raised their wine cups one after another.

Only Jiro Kuroshima sat without moving, and the Japanese also dragged his "sick body" to attend the dinner.

Nishitake glanced at Jiro Kuroshima and continued, "While wishing everyone a happy New Year, I also want to make three rules with you. During the two days when the captain of the regiment was away, I hope you can restrain your respective troops, not fight, not cause trouble, especially not go out privately, if you violate the military law!"

"Hayi." Dozens of officers stood up and paused.

Xizhuyi said again: "But as a gift for the New Year, the kitchen will provide you with fine wine and food in the past two days. Comfort women will come to work hard tomorrow at noon. Everyone can enjoy it."

"Onboard!" The officers cheered when they heard this.

Jiro Kuroshima finally stood up and bowed his head.

However, the Japanese's heart had already flown out of the stronghold.

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

For Chinese people, this is also the most important festival of the year.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Eighth Route Army will celebrate the New Year, which means that these three days should be the time when the Eighth Route Army is most relaxed in its vigilance. Maybe we can take this opportunity to teach them a lesson.

But instructor Xizhu is an obstacle, and he will definitely stop him.

Thinking of this, Jiro Kuroshima picked up his wine glass and walked towards Nishitakechi.

"Instructor." Jiro Kuroshima said, holding a wine glass, "I'll to you."

Before Nishitakechi was transferred to the position of the deputy captain of the Kuroshima United, like Kei Tojo, he served as the equestrian instructor of Kuroshima Jiro and his group of non-commissioned officers, so Kuroshima Jiro was more accustomed to calling him instructors.

"Jirou." Nijiko said with a slight pause, "Are you in better health?"

"It's not completely done yet," said Jiro Kuroshima, "but it should be fine to have a few drinks."

"Drink as little as possible." Nishijo Chi reminded, "Wine will stimulate the stomach and intestines and aggravate the condition."

"Hai." Jiro Kuroshima said, "After the instructor's glass of wine, I will go back to the dormitory to rest."

"Yo Xi." Nijo accepted it happily, and then he was out of control.

After Jiro Kuroshima, officers came forward to toast.

Xi Zhuyi originally wanted to drink a few drinks, but she forgot everything as soon as she started.

In the end, I got drunk.

...

In Yang Village.

The sky gradually darkened.

The backyard of the independent group's headquarters is rare in bright lights.

Not only are the upper room and the two sides, but even the yard is filled with tables, with a total of more than a dozen tables.

Although it is a little simpler, there are still a few hard dishes, which are already considered a top-notch meal for the Eighth Route Army and are rarely eaten a year.

Nearly a hundred cadres including Guan Dashan, Zhang Dabiao, Sun Desheng and other ranks walked into the backyard with a chat and laughter. They were immediately happy when they saw these dozen banquets.

What a great guy, so rich?

Hearing the jokes outside, Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, Kong Jie and Wang Ye also walked out of the upper room.

"Brothers, come and sit here." Li Yunlong greeted, "It's time to eat, it's time to eat."

While speaking, Lao Wang, the chief of the cooking squad, brought more than a dozen pots of hot dumplings with more than a dozen kids.

"Who, there are dumplings?" Wei Dayong took a steamed dumpling from the basin of Lao Wang and said with a smile, "What day is today?"

"Monster, are you confused by equestrianism?" Sun Desheng quipped, "Today is New Year's Eve."

"You're so dumbfounded." Wei Dayong fought back while chewing dumplings, "New Year's Eve is tomorrow."

As the two of them quarreled, nearly a hundred battalions and company platoon cadres had already sat down one after another, and more than a dozen tables were almost full. The Independent Regiment is now really strong.

Li Yunlong laughed and said, "The monk is right, tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

"But our Independent Group doesn't have to wait until tomorrow, we will have to eat it tonight."

Zhang Dabiao said: "Captain, why should the New Year's Eve dinner be advanced? Is there any particularity?"

"Hehe, I'll keep it aside first and tell everyone later." Li Yunlong smiled and said, "This year is a rare fat year for our independent group."

"So we have to have a good meal and celebrate!"

"By the way, I wish our independent group a better year next year!"

After saying that, he turned his head and said to Zhao Gang, "Old Zhao, why didn't I see wine? How can I drink without wine in the New Year's Eve dinner? Such a good dish must have wine. Take out the wine quickly."

"No." Zhao Gang flatly refused, "You can't drink."

Li Yunlong was unhappy when he heard this and said angrily: "I can't eat the New Year's Eve dinner without wine."

Zhao Gang refused to let him go, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to eat, no one will force you."

Seeing that the two were about to have a quarrel again, Wang Ye quickly stood up to smooth things over: "Political Commissar, everyone says that being drunk will make things happen, so you have to be drunk to make things happen. You say it's okay? It's okay to drink in moderation."

Kong Jie also said: "Political Commissar, brothers have been busy all year long. Let everyone have a fuss tonight. They just want to worry about it all year round."

At this time, Zhao Gang actually regretted it a little.

But I just said it too quickly and I can't take it back.

But now Wang Ye and Kong Jie gave him a step and followed him down.

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "Then everyone has one bowl, only one bowl is allowed."

When Li Yunlong wanted to fight again, he was stopped by Wang Ye, and he turned his back to Zhao Gang and said with his lips: "Big Bowl!"
Chapter completed!