Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

Lijia Yu.

Headquarters of the New Second Regiment.

Zhou Tianyang sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

He has been in this position for a long time.

Ever since Kong Jie left, he had been thinking about the same question.

Wang Xiuying's matter cannot be delayed any longer.

Although there were still nearly ten months until March 1939.

But some things are better arranged as early as possible.

What he fears is...

Before he could speak, the brigade headquarters sent Wang Xiuying to another location.

Frequent transfers of Eighth Route Army cadres were the norm.

Today you're in this place, tomorrow you might be moved to that partition.

Wang Xiuying is the secretary of the brigade headquarters' Party branch and also the wife of the brigade commander.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be transferred away so easily.

But Zhou Tianyang knew the truth.

It was precisely because of her rich experience and strong abilities that the organization sent her to the place where she was most needed at a critical moment.

Last winter, she went to southern Hebei to mobilize women for work, and the trip lasted for more than a month.

What if next spring, she's sent to another place?

What if she went to another base and something happened to her along the way?

Zhou Tianyang dared not gamble.

He had to secure Wang Xiuying's assignment in the Second New Regiment before issuing any further orders.

Zhou Tianyang put down his water glass and took a deep breath.

Then he took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and laid it on the table.

He mentally reviewed the wording to make sure there were no flaws before he picked up his pen and wrote the first line.

"Brigade Commander and Political Commissar:"

Since its establishment, the Second New Regiment has initially formed a system in military training and combat, but there are still significant shortcomings in political education and ideological work.

Of the more than 1,400 people in the regiment, new recruits accounted for more than 70%, most of whom came from rural areas and had low levels of education.

The understanding of the Eighth Route Army's policies, discipline, and the situation of the War of Resistance Against Japan was not yet in-depth.

Although they received daily indoctrination from company and platoon cadres, they lacked a political education system.

If this continues, it could affect the combat effectiveness and cohesion of the troops.

Zhou Tianyang paused, his gaze lingering on the line he had written for a moment.

He had considered this beginning for a long time.

It needs to appear urgent, but not contrived.

The Second New Regiment does indeed have this problem; it's not something he made up.

Those new recruits who went directly from the fields to the battlefield had only a limited understanding of the Eighth Route Army, which was limited to fighting the Japanese and protecting their hometowns.

They know very little about these things.

The company and platoon leaders were busy with training and combat, and they didn't have much energy to do ideological work.

This is an objectively existing shortcoming.

His suggestion was perfectly reasonable.

He picked up his pen again and continued writing.

"Therefore, our regiment earnestly requests the brigade headquarters to send an officer with rich experience in political work to provide guidance."

Assist our regiment in establishing a systematic political education system, cultivating grassroots ideological backbone, and laying a solid foundation for the long-term development of the troops.

If possible, please arrange for Comrade Wang Xiuying, the Party Branch Secretary of the Brigade Headquarters, to come and provide guidance.

As far as I know, Comrade Wang Xiuying has long been engaged in political education and mass work.

He accumulated rich experience in underground work in the White areas and enjoyed high prestige among cadres and soldiers.

If she could come to the Second Regiment for a period of time to provide guidance, it would be a great help to the political development of our regiment.

Zhou Tianyang paused here and added a sentence.

"Given the importance of Comrade Wang Xiuying in the work of the brigade headquarters."

However, the current shortcomings in the political work of the new Second Regiment have indeed affected the overall development of the unit, and it is hoped that the brigade headquarters will take this into consideration.

He put down his pen and read the letter from beginning to end.

The wording is appropriate and the reasons are sufficient.

Reading the entire letter, it's clear that a grassroots regimental commander is reporting practical difficulties to his superiors.

The normal procedure for requesting organizational support.

Zhou Tianyang put the letter into an envelope.

He placed the letter on the corner of the table and called out towards the door.

"Correspondent!"

"arrive!"

A young soldier ran in from outside the courtyard and stood at attention.

"Go and call Zhao Wenlong here."

"yes!"

The messenger turned and ran, his footsteps quickly disappearing outside the courtyard gate.

Next, we just have to wait for Zhao Wenlong.

Less than fifteen minutes.

Hurried footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

Zhao Wenlong pushed open the door and walked in, his forehead still covered in sweat.

It was obvious that it ran directly from the training field.

"Commander, you wanted to see me?"

"Please sit down."

Zhou Tianyang pointed to the chair opposite him.

Zhao Wenlong sat down, his gaze fixed on Zhou Tianyang's face, waiting for him to speak.

Zhou Tianyang didn't rush to speak, but instead pushed the letter over.

"You will lead a company and set off first thing tomorrow morning to deliver this letter to the brigade headquarters."

Zhao Wenlong glanced at the envelope, and his expression immediately became more serious.

"Commander, is it alright to just send this letter over?"

"Should I wait for a reply from the brigade headquarters?"

"Waiting for a reply."

Zhou Tianyang's tone was calm, but carried an undeniable certainty.

"After the letter is delivered, wait at the brigade headquarters until the brigade commander has read it, then come back."

Zhao Wenlong nodded and put the letter in his pocket.

"Okay, I understand."

"Commander, which company should we take?"

"First Battalion, First Company".

Zhou Tianyang thought for a moment and then said.

"One hundred and twenty men, fully armed and with plenty of ammunition, walked the mountain path."

"Be careful on the road; the Japanese patrols have been more frequent lately."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong stood up, stood at attention, and saluted.

"I'll go and inform the company right away; we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

He turned to leave, but Zhou Tianyang called him back.

"etc."

Zhao Wenlong turned around, waiting for him to continue.

Zhou Tianyang paused for two seconds, as if considering his words, before speaking.

"Wenlong, once you get to the brigade headquarters, just give the letter to the brigade commander."

"Please be careful on your way back!"

Zhao Wenlong looked at Zhou Tianyang's expression.

Although I was a little curious, I didn't ask any more questions.

He nodded.

"Don't worry, Commander, I've got it."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the courtyard.

Zhou Tianyang sat at the table, watching Zhao Wenlong's figure disappear outside the courtyard gate.

He finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Wenlong went personally, leading a company, so safety was guaranteed.

As long as the brigade commander agrees to his request.

Wang Xiuying will come to the new Second Regiment with Zhao Wenlong.

As long as she stayed in the Second New Regiment, she wouldn't be sent anywhere else.

What happens next March is none of her business.

Zhou Tianyang stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually darkening.

The distant Taihang Mountains stand like a silent barrier, quietly protecting this land.

The training at the threshing ground has ended.

The soldiers walked back to their quarters in twos and threes, some chatting and laughing, others cleaning their guns.

Wisps of smoke rose slowly from the kitchen chimney, disappearing into the twilight.

Zhou Tianyang watched for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He stood there for a while, then turned around.

I sat down at the table again, took out paper and pen, and began to write out my training plan.

Night fell.