What a beautiful white lotus

"Political commissar, political commissar!" A young man yelled and ran towards the shore.There was a young man squatting on the bank, he heard the shout behind him, turned his head quickly, and saw that the young man was already running close.The guy's face was flushed with excitement, and he ran so fast that he almost couldn't stop the car, and wanted to throw the young people called political commissars into the river together.

The young man was knocked to the ground, but he reacted very quickly, and almost instantly lifted the young man who was on top of him, and took two quick steps back, staying away from the shore to prevent himself from falling into the river.He stayed away from the river, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded the young man with a straight face: "Fizzy! Xiao Zhao, how many times have I told you, don't be so hasty in doing things, and don't call me a political commissar in public. What should the Japanese puppet and enemy agents do when they hear this?"

The young man called Xiao Zhao scratched his head in embarrassment, looked around, and smiled honestly: "Isn't there no one here?"

The political commissar shook his head, and looked back at the river behind him with lingering fear.

Xiao Zhao looked into the river with his head.In fact, this is a very shallow river, and the deepest part may not be able to submerge the waist.Everyone in the army knows that the political commissar has a strange problem. I don’t know if he is afraid of water or likes water. When he is alone, he especially likes to run to the river in a daze. They have changed positions a few times. The places where the political commissars go most often, if someone can't find the political commissar, they can look for the nearby river, and if they find one, the custodian can find him.But the political commissar is very afraid of water. Sometimes the soldiers go down to the river to take a bath and call the political commissar to go down with them. He was pale, yelled like crazy and started to convulse, as if he had been hit on the head, so scared that everyone pulled him ashore quickly, and dared not let him touch the water again.Later, I heard from him that it seemed that he fell into the water once before and almost drowned, so there was a shadow in his heart and he refused to go into the water easily.The contradiction is here. It is normal for people who have been flooded to be afraid of the water. They can hide as far away as they want, but the political commissar likes to squat on the shore. Xiao Zhao secretly observed once and found that the political commissar His eyes were fixed on the water, as if he was waiting for something to float by.

"Oh, that's right!" Xiao Zhao suddenly remembered, carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms, and opened the cloth bag layer by layer, revealing a pistol inside.He handed the pistol to the political commissar as if asking for credit, "Look!"

The political commissar took the gun, glanced at it and came to a conclusion: "White Browning pistol, where did you get it?"

Xiao Zhao stared at the political commissar's hand, and saw that he was skillfully checking the gun over and over again. He couldn't understand Baibo or anything, but it sounded like a very powerful thing, so he proudly said: "I picked it up!"

The political commissar responded without looking up, and pulled out the magazine of the gun to check: "Where did you pick it up?"

It is now 1943, and the place where they live is the anti-Japanese base area in southern Hubei. Since the fall of Wuhan in 1938, the war here has not stopped.In this place, there are the Kuomintang army, the Red Army, the Japanese puppet army, and the Japanese army.For a long time, these forces have formed a strange tacit understanding. Sometimes they live in peace, and they can even sit down and negotiate peacefully. Sometimes they will suddenly fight. The scale of the war ranges from a few people to dozens of hundreds There are thousands of people.Often walking on the road, you can see a few fresh corpses lying on the ground. If you are lucky, you can find weapons from the corpses by pawing.

Xiao Zhao told the political commissar where he picked up the pistol.The political commissar had already checked the firearms and told Xiao Zhao: "The gun is usable, but it has no bullets. If you want to use it, you must first find a matching bullet."

Xiao Zhao's expression was a bit disappointed: "Ah... I originally wanted to give this gun to you, the political commissar..."

Xiao Zhao's unit is the Fifth Independent Regiment, and the political commissar is the political commissar of the Independent Regiment.Their political commissar is a very strange person. He is very young. He looks like he is in his early twenties, but his knowledge is top-notch. I heard that he has gone to university. He not only knows Chinese characters, but also knows foreign languages. What's great is that he is very knowledgeable about firearms, no matter what kind of firearm comes to him, he can call it by name.He also knows how to repair and assemble firearms, and can also make explosives. He repaired many damaged firearms in the regiment. He also took the lead in setting up a small arsenal in the base area to manufacture ammunition and strengthen the strength of the armed forces.After the New Fourth Army came to southern Hubei, they also relied on this political commissar and asked him to give lessons to their soldiers, teaching them how to use and maintain firearms, so as to kill the enemy and save their lives at critical moments.

The political commissar weighed the White Browning pistol in his hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll accept it. I'll go back and see if there are matching bullets. Thank you."

Xiao Zhao immediately laughed plainly: "Thank you for what I'm doing, I don't need it anyway, I think this gun is small and light, it's quite suitable for you, political commissar!"

Xiao Zhao likes their political commissar very much.Not only him, but everyone in their regiment likes the political commissar very much.

Although this political commissar is young, he has many stories about him.Xiao Zhao is 19 years old this year. He has been in the army for more than three years. He used to fight guerrilla warfare with the guerrillas. The situation has improved in the past two years, and he joined the Fifth Independent Regiment.When he joined the regiment, the political commissar was already a political commissar.I heard that he used to be a member of the Kuomintang, and he also fought in the Battle of Wuhan. It was at that time that he came to southern Hubei. The Kuomintang anti-Japanese troops withdrew, but he stayed in southern Hubei and joined the Red Army in order to fight against the Japanese invaders. It has been more than four years now.

As soon as Xiao Zhao heard the political commissar's accent, he knew that he was not from Hubei. Later, he asked the political commissar and heard that the political commissar's hometown was from Chongqing. He had been away from home for several years and had never been back.The political commissar probably still has relatives in Chongqing. Every time he meets someone who has been to Chongqing in recent years, he will grab them and ask about his family's whereabouts, but every time he will show a disappointed expression.In this troubled world, Xiao Zhao also knows that there are too many things about being displaced and separated. Sometimes no news is good news. Compared to seeing his father's dead body with his own eyes, Xiao Zhao was somewhat envious of the political commissar. At least he still had hope, maybe when he returned from the war, he would be able to see his father.

Xiao Zhao saw the political commissar tucking his pistol into his waist, and squatted down by the river again in a daze.So he ran to the political commissar and squatted down, and asked, "Political commissar, when are you going back to Chongqing?"

The political commissar glanced at him: "What are you going back to Chongqing for?"

Go find your loved ones.Xiao Zhao wanted to say that, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it.He didn't want the political commissar to leave, and the political commissar left, what would their regiment do?And for the political commissar, if he finds that his relatives are gone after returning, he might as well not go back!

The political commissar suddenly said: "It's not that I haven't thought about going back to have a look, but my home is gone, so I dare not go back, for fear of hearing worse news after I go back." Waiting for someone, I thought I would have waited for a day or two, but then I waited for a month or two, and then I waited for a year or two... Now I don’t know how many years."

Xiao Zhao stared at him blankly: "Commissioner, who are you waiting for?"

The political commissar lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on the slowly flowing river in front of him: "The person who owes me his life."

Xiao Zhao was startled: "I owe you my life? Who did he kill?"

The political commissar shook his head: "He saved my life, and he saved it several times."

Xiao Zhao became more and more confused by his words: "Then why do you say he still owes you his life?"

This time the political commissar did not take over.

After a while, the political commissar stood up: "It's getting late, let's go back."

Xiao Zhao wanted to continue asking, but the political commissar's expression was very sad, and he suddenly couldn't ask.In fact, the political commissar had no expression on his face. Sadness was just a feeling. Xiao Zhao couldn't tell where this feeling came from, so he couldn't bear to ask any more.

The two walked out of the crossroad by the river and came to the muddy ground, talking one after another.The political commissar asked Xiao Zhao: "Have you cleaned your guns on time recently?"

Xiao Zhao nodded again and again.The political commissar usually looks very gentle, but when it comes to firearms, he is very serious. Although most of the weapons in their hands are scrap copper and rotten iron that the Kuomintang army picked up from the battlefield, the political commissars teach They are carefully guarded to prevent the gun from being damaged and misfired.When it comes to the battlefield, a good gun may save the lives of several comrades in arms.

Sure enough, the political commissar said seriously: "Tomorrow I will check your guns."

At this moment, a porter carrying a load came along the side road.The porter was bare-chested, and his tattered clothes were hung on his shoulders. His dark skin was stained with mud marks, and there was a long scar on his back. I don't know if it was a knife wound or something else. Caused.

The political commissar was talking to Xiao Zhao, and he glanced casually at the porter. With just this one glance, his whole body trembled as if struck by thunder, his eyes were fixed on the scar on the porter's back and he couldn't move.

Xiao Zhao noticed the abnormality of the political commissar, looked at the porter in front of him inexplicably, and suddenly got excited, protected the political commissar behind him, and lowered his voice: "Is he a spy?" In the fight against the Japanese invaders, they tried their best to deal with them, the communist army. In the past two years, there have been many tragedies, and many leading comrades have been killed.

The political commissar pushed Xiao Zhao away, ran towards the porter like crazy, and shouted sharply, "Stop!"