Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 115 Pay tribute to the dead and fight for the living

 Late the next night, Guan Weimin once again came to the door of Team Leader Li's compound.

This time he did not choose to go through the gate. Instead, after making sure that there were no suspicious people around, he first sprinted and then used his strength to climb over the wall.

As a scout who has experienced many battles, the sound of landing is not loud.

 But Leader Li, who had been waiting, heard the noise and immediately walked out of the room. In order not to miss the last chance for revenge, Team Leader Li has not rested for a whole day.

 After going out, the old man discovered that it was the Eighth Route Army soldier he had met yesterday. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and took the other party back to the room.

"Comrade, you are finally here! I haven't slept all day because I was afraid of missing you! Don't worry, no one has come to see me during this time, and I have never been out."

“I didn’t drink alcohol today and my mind is very clear. What we discussed last time still counts, right?”

Seeing that the other party was straight to the point, Guan Weimin nodded, and then gave his suggestion. In his view, war is not something that ordinary people should directly participate in, otherwise it would be the wrong idea when he joined the army.

Although it was dangerous to ask the other party to sing in an opera, he was sure that he could guarantee the safety of the old man.

"Leader Li, we have already arranged this operation. You don't need to take such a big risk. According to our group's plan, you only need to sing a play. The group will give you a song before going to Wangcun." map."

"At that time, you can just perform as usual. When you change your clothes in the middle, our soldiers will suddenly launch an attack to attract the enemy's attention."

“Take advantage of this period and follow the route marked on the map to evacuate the village and someone will pick you up. As long as you strictly follow the planned time and route, your life safety can definitely be guaranteed.”

Even though Guan Weimin spoke sincerely, the old man in front of him was still not interested in this plan. He shook his head very stubbornly, stared into Guan Weimin's eyes and emphasized his request again.

"You guys should give me a few bombs. The old man has been dreaming about my relatives these days. I must avenge this myself."

“And you Eighth Route Army, it’s not worth it to make plans for an old man whose body is half buried in the ground.”

“I can replace a few more Japanese before I die, so it’s worth it.”

 After persuading for a long time, Guan Weimin still did not change Team Leader Li’s mind. In desperation, he was ready to give up this plan. He really couldn't accept civilians giving their lives to cover the people who originally needed to protect them.

Before leaving, the old man opposite held him tightly and refused to let go, and said in a pleading tone:

“Comrade, please! These days are too painful for me! I have nothing now, and I can’t wait to be reunited with my family right away!”

"After you came to me, I realized that there was such a chance for revenge. If I can take a few devils with me, then I can have the honor to see my child down there!"

　　When he heard these words from the tearful Team Leader Li in front of him, Guan Weimin was deeply shocked. He saw determination in the old man's eyes and knew that the other man would definitely go to Wangcun to sing the last show in his life.

The commander of the reconnaissance company slapped himself hard. At this time, he already regretted coming to see the other party. But now that the matter was at this point, he could only analyze it seriously:

“I suggest you don’t go directly to that old devil, Katsuhisa Muramoto.”

"According to my investigation, he is suspicious by nature. He must have felt that you were avoiding me in the past, but now you suddenly come to your door. He must think that there must be a monster if something is abnormal."

“But if you pretend to be passing by Wangcun and are caught by the traitors without noticing, then everything will be explained.”

 Seeing that Guan Weimin did not refute what he said, he instead provided suggestions. Leader Li understood that the other party no longer objected to his participation in the operation.

As a folk artist who has been in the world for many years, Team Leader Li still thought clearly about this kind of thing. He wiped his face, regained his mood, nodded and said:

"Don't worry, I will arrange this matter, and it will definitely not be a bad thing. I am going to set off at dawn, and I have to trouble you to keep an eye on it then."

“In case something goes wrong on my side, you can arrange other plans in time.”

After the two continued to discuss some details, Guan Weimin left here and returned to the headquarters of the 772nd Regiment.

At the same time, Leader Li went out to find his disciple who had been closed down. Because he was not confident about his master, this young man had been living nearby.

On the day he offended Muramoto Katsuhisa, in order to prevent Xiaozhi from retaliating against the entire troupe, Leader Li called everyone in front of him.

The old man distributed the savings he had saved over the years to everyone as money for settling down. Even though the youngest disciple cried and shouted that he didn't want to leave, he still drove the young man out of the door. The reason why he called the other party back today is because the old man didn't want to interrupt this line of inheritance.

 Jin Province is originally a relatively closed inland area with a long history and profound cultural heritage. Coupled with the long-term operation of the egg dancers, the folk artists here have gradually developed their own unique art.

Leader Li originally wanted to pass on his skills to his son, but now the Japanese have made him lose everything. Before leaving, he decided to hand over all his wealth to his last apprentice.

 Seeing familiar faces approaching, the old man’s wrinkled face showed a bright smile. He first took out a package from the drawer in the room, and then handed it to the young man in front of him.

“Xiao Ma, here is the master’s last remaining sum of money, as well as the property deed to this compound. I have important things to do, and I probably won’t be able to come back.”

"As soon as day breaks, you hurry up and get rid of the compound. You can sell it for as much as you want. After that, you leave the city and run to the territory of the Eighth Route Army. Master has never been there. Please help me see if the base is really as good as everyone says." ”

Facing the last words of instructions, the young man immediately understood what the old man was going to do. Tears welled up in his eyes when he thought of everything he had with his master from being taken in as a child to now.

"Master, can you please not go? If you really want to go, then take me with you. I have been taking care of you these years, and now it is time for me to repay your kindness."

　　Although his apprentice is very filial, Leader Li still hopes that he can survive. Unlike himself, who is already in his final years, the other person's youth has just begun.

"Silly boy, you have to live well. You have to go and see for the master what it will be like on the day when the Japanese are driven away."

“You must remember that you must learn morality before you learn art, and you must be a human being before acting! What the master regrets most in his life is that he sang for a little devil. I hope you can be an upright Chinese in the future.”

 After saying these words, the master and the disciple embraced each other.

That night, the sound of drama that had not been heard for a long time reverberated throughout the compound. Leader Li corrected his young apprentice over and over again, and time seemed to have returned to the peaceful days nine years ago.

 Early the next morning, the sun rose high.

Leader Li packed his luggage. There was his favorite costume, which was made for him by his dead wife before she was alive.

The old man looked back at his young apprentice who was still sleeping, left a suicide note that he had prepared long ago, and left.

 Because he was illiterate, he specifically asked Guan Weimin to write it for him. In order to prevent his young apprentice from secretly going to Wangcun with him, he prepared a small dose of Mongolian sweat medicine in advance.

After taking one last look at the compound where people used to come and go, he headed towards the place agreed with Guan Weimin.

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 After returning to the regiment headquarters, Guan Weimin told his battalion commander everything.

 After learning the news, Huang Yourong was silent for half a minute. His clenched fists showed that he was not very calm in his heart.

Although his genius has just dawned, Cheng Xiazi has already gotten up and is ready to start handling today's official duties. The second battalion commander knocked on the door and walked into the room after getting the other party's permission.

“Captain, do you think we, the soldiers, have failed if we cannot protect the common people?”

This topic is very heavy. Although he doesn't know what happened to his battalion commander, Cheng Xiazi still said what he heard from the brigade commander before.

“War is a test of a nation’s endurance. Both we and the devils are enduring in the process of consumption, and now we are competing to see who has more endurance.”

"But one day, we will let Xiaotian pay for his debt with blood! Pay tribute to the dead and fight for the living!"

After hearing Blind Cheng’s comfort, Huang Yourong felt much better. He explained all the current combat plans and then left here.

I'm coming

 (End of this chapter)