In desperation, Dachun told the military secret that the district independent regiment would return to Laiyuan in three months. You know, this is a big mistake that violates organizational discipline. If someone is exposed, Dachun will definitely not be able to be the captain, and maybe he will have to be punished.

He said it, but Dachun did not regret it. If he could get Ermashan food assistance, he would be willing to take two more punishments.

Hearing Dachun's words, Uncle Guo's head immediately turned back and asked, "District Independent Regiment? Does Laiyuan have this army?"

"Of course, there is, our captain is now the third company commander of the independent regiment." Nengzhu also knew that this was a mistake. He was unwilling to let Dachun carry the thunder alone, so he said first.

As a veteran and an adjutant beside the division commander, Guo Shu naturally knew very well that if there was really a regular Eighth Route Army in Laiyuan, it would definitely be a good thing for Ermashan. Laiyuan's Japanese puppet army would never keep their eyes on Ermashan, a small bandit nest. In other words, if the tree attracts wind, the Eighth Route Army Division Independent Regiment will attract all the attention of the Laiyuan Japanese.

Although Xiaole and Gen Ge had spent money to make the Japanese temporarily relax their vigilance against Ermashan, after all, Ermashan has killed Japanese devils in the past two years, and maybe one day the matter will be revealed. If you can find a strong friendly army as a helper at this time, it will definitely be a good thing for Ermashan. Although you are not sure whether the independent group exists in Dachun's mouth, and you don't know what the combat effectiveness of this independent group is, after dealing with the Communists for many years, their style and discipline are deeply admired by Uncle Guo, and you have already believed in what Dachun and Nengzhu said.

"Okay, just tell us such a confidential military information about Captain Zhao's ability to tell us the bandit leader, I borrowed the five thousand kilograms of grain and one hundred kilograms of salt in Ermashan." Uncle Guo directly agreed to Dachun's request. When he made this decision, he once again ignored the opposition of the second leader Han Qi.

Logically speaking, Uncle Guo, who has never been in charge of copycat affairs, should not make such a decision, but for the sake of the safety of the copycat, he made a tyrannical decision for the first time.

"Master Guo, what do you know is true or false..." Han Qi was not angry with Master Guo's tyranny, but just complained endlessly. He still couldn't untidy the knot, and his prejudice against the Communists seemed to be deeply rooted.

"Second, can you say less? Listen to Mr. Guo." The third leader interrupted Han Qi and ignored whether he was happy or not.

Xiaole was very happy. She thought that Uncle Guo and the others would not be willing to borrow food, but this matter suddenly turned 180 degrees, and the result changed as she spoke. She was very willing to lend food to Dachun and the others, not because of personal relationships, but sympathized with the people who could only eat one meal a day. Suddenly she remembered what Dachun said, "Even if she borrowed five thousand kilograms of grain, everyone would not be able to get one every day in the next three months.

Two grains, one ounce of grain may not be enough for a meal, let alone one ounce of grain, and it will be like this for one day, and it will be like this for nearly one hundred days in the whole three months and nearly one hundred days. She had a sudden inspiration, got up and walked to Uncle Guo, and made a series of gestures, meaning: Didn’t you just say that you would give them 1,000 pounds of grain and 20 pounds of salt? What you borrowed was borrowed, and what you gave was given. You are a man, a great hero, and you can’t keep your word.

Dachun and Nengzhu never dreamed that Xiaole, who had never expressed his opinion, finally gave them such a big surprise. They borrowed five thousand kilograms of grain and one hundred kilograms of salt in total, and finally gave one thousand kilograms of grain and twenty kilograms of salt. It was inevitable that they would feel grateful, and they also gained a little more understanding of Xiaole, a fair boy.

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Wu Fei didn't know what was happening in the village, nor did he know that Xiaole used Uncle Guo's own words to send him more grain and salt to the Baishishan guerrillas. He sat in front of the wooden house door without distraction, carrying his spear.

The chair she sat on was brought out by Xiaotong, and the butter she used to wipe the gun was brought out by Xiaotong. Even the tung oil that oiled the guardrail on the gun was also prepared by her. Wu Fei joked: "Xiaotong, tung oil, there are tung oil anyway, so it will not be so troublesome next time. Just use you to oil it."

Xiaotong just smiled and went into the kitchen. She was about to start preparing lunch. The four of them were all alone.

He carefully wiped the guardrail on the gun with tung oil, his movements were very gentle and soothing, and he had never been so cared for by his flesh. It was not that Wu Fei could not find anything to do, so he passed the time like this, but that he also wanted to have a shiny gun like Uncle Guo.

When I was rubbing the gun, I recalled the steps of Uncle Guo’s gun removal that day. Fortunately, there was no omission from beginning to end. Wu Fei has this confidence and can now repeat it completely without any mistakes.

"How is it? Are you much more comfortable these days?" Wu Fei devoted himself to gun swiping and meditation, so that Xiaole and Uncle Guo didn't notice it when they came back, and they raised their heads until they heard Uncle Guo's voice.

"Well, it's much better, I think it's almost done." Wu Fei responded to Uncle Guo's words, but his eyes looked at Xiaole beside him. He seemed to be in a good mood today, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"That's good, that's good." Uncle Guo rarely talks, and he always keeps himself in the dark room all day long. Since he came back from the provincial capital, he has said no more than ten words to Wu Fei, and most of them are such words of concern for his well-being. However, today he seems to be different. Before returning to the house, he actually said something more: "If you are really bored, you can get more familiar with your gun, or you can ask Xiaole for some knowledge of reconnaissance and operation. If you have something that you can't understand, you can ask me when you are having a meal."

"Oh, I remember." Wu Fei was a little surprised, but he did not show it to his face, but just nodded heavily.

When he turned his eyes to Xiaole, he found that this guy was blushing. Didn’t Uncle Guo just ask him to teach me? Why did he blush? He must be guilty and blushed because he thought he couldn’t teach me. Yes, it must be like this! Wu Fei thought he was self-righteous and concluded. But then he thought that she couldn’t speak and could not understand sign language. How could he teach this? Alas, it would be fine if you teach yourself, why did you still have to borrow Xiaole’s hand? You really don’t understand.

Wu Fei treated Xiaole as a boy with preconceived ideas, and thanked Xiaotong for this. If she hadn't swear to say that she and Xiaole were boys, Wu Fei would not have been stupid until he hadn't discovered Xiaole's true gender. Now he only treated Xiaole and Xiaotong as his best partners and his loyal comrades. Xiaole's full girlish thoughts were all poured into this stupid boy. She deliberately alienated Wu Fei during this period, which was just a manifestation of her desire to cover up.
Chapter completed!