Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

In mid-August, the harvest season has arrived. In this season of high expectations, the soldiers of the Taiyue Military Region cheered together with the common people. This is the season they have long been waiting for.

From sowing at the end of April to now, these crops have been growing in the field for hundreds of days.

The military and civilians in the Taiyue base area are integrated, and too much hard work and sweat have been sown on this dark land. The military and civilians unite to open up wasteland and cultivate. Everyone regards these pieces of crops as children under their protection. Can you be happy.

This kind of joy is like the sun shining on the earth, dispelling every darkness and warming everyone's heart.

New three regiment resident.

In Taiyue, Xiaoyue, and Nanyue villages, the joy of the harvest season is also lingering in the sky.

"Reporting to the head, the time has come, the big guys have already prepared everything."

Zhang boldly reported loudly, and several village chiefs were also waiting outside the regiment headquarters.

The village chiefs are grateful. Now there are only a few old and weak people left in the village. They were worried about the day and night, and they were always persecuted by the Japanese puppet army and bandits. Get up, don't take a needle and a thread, and help the plowing and planting. Even now it's the harvest season, the head of the Han also agreed to send soldiers to help the villagers harvest.

Han Feng came out from the regiment headquarters, holding a somewhat rusty sickle in his hand.

He looked at the soldiers who had already gathered outside the regiment headquarters, good boy, they all had things in their hands, those who had a sickle took a sickle, and bayonets without a sickle could also harvest. I couldn't find anything, so I just took a few kitchen knives.

"Cut the grain with a kitchen knife, you really have it"

As Han Feng said, the soldiers laughed together, and the squad leader of the cooking squad held up a gleaming kitchen knife and replied, "You, commander, don't underestimate my kitchen knife. The big guys rely on it to feed themselves on weekdays. Now Believe it or not, it is just as unambiguous when it is harvested."

Deputy group leader Chen Baoliang said with a smile: "That's right, but good steel must be used on the blade, old squad leader, don't cut the wheat while cutting the stone, and then open the knife edge."

Han Feng said: "Old Chen, don't worry, I still know the old squad leader's sword skills, this is called a sword in hand, I have it in the world.

Comrades, work harder for me in a while, don't let the old squad leader drag us to the back with a kitchen knife in his age. "

ooh ooh-

The soldiers who were familiar with the commander's temper didn't need to pay attention to military discipline at this moment. They screamed together to express their joy in their hearts, but what about the screams... Han Feng's head was full of black lines, and he almost fell to the ground.

The old squad leader of the cooking team smiled and lost his eyes, "With a knife in hand, I have the world", the head of the group said this sentence so brilliantly, it almost went to his heart, so that the old squad leader put this sentence Words become my future mantra and philosophy of life.

Later, during the Japanese army's sweep, the old squad leader was surrounded by heavy siege. He saw his comrades fell down one by one, and he was the only one left. With his weak body, he raised his gleaming kitchen knife and shouted, "With a knife in hand, the world will be destroyed!" I have, kill—" Then he rushed towards the enemy in a frenzy, and finally died heroically, falling in a pool of blood.

Of course, these are all heart-wrenching postscripts, all of which are not worth mentioning in this joyful season.

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"Then let's go, tell the brothers, after today's work is over, let the old squad leader make big steamed buns for everyone to eat."

ooh ooh-

The soldiers rushed to the yellow land in a valiant and high-spirited posture.

Before the harvest began, Han Feng shouted: "Comrades, life is like a battlefield everywhere. Killing devils is a battlefield, and harvesting rice is also a battlefield. Before harvesting, I have already divided you into groups. Let's use each row as a unit. Let's compare each other." Compare and rank.

Let me tell you first, the supplies in our group have been relatively abundant recently, but they can't be too extravagant. Meat is also available, but it's impossible for everyone to eat it.Computer side:

There are more than a dozen rows harvesting together in our Taiyue Village, so let’s compare and take the top three. Each row will neatly stack the harvested straw in its own area. When the time is over, Which three rows are the tallest, hey, the soldiers in the whole row, needless to say, eat meat. "

Ow—

The soldiers howled wolves, and after Han Feng gave an order, everyone was like crazy, harvesting straw frantically.

Looking at the harvesting scene at this moment, the soldiers are busy one by one, and their fighting spirit is high. Chen Baoliang, the deputy head of the regiment, is full of emotion:

"Captain, with you, harvesting can also be used as a battlefield."

Han Feng said with a smile: "People are like this. They are not afraid of being tired, but they are afraid that being tired is not interesting. Individual labor is boring, but group labor is always very interesting. As long as we stimulate this interest, the soldiers will have more fun." The labor mood is high, and it will get twice the result with half the effort when you start working."

"Taught." Chen Baoliang cupped his hands.

Han Feng said: "Old Chen, we cadres should not just talk but not practice, but should take the lead. In this way, how about we compare?"

"How to compare?"

"Comrades, our head and deputy head are going to bet on the game!" Xu Zilin yelled fearing that the world would not be chaotic. The soldiers became more interested in harvesting, and each of them was waving sickles, bayonets, and kitchen knives more and more quickly.

Han Feng said: "Old Chen, let's compare the amount of harvested straw. As for the lottery, I have been paying attention to your German Parker pen for a long time. Hehe, I always feel that it is very destined for me."

Chen Baoliang: ...

"Okay, old Han, I think your Browning pen is of good quality. If you want my Parker pen, you have to exchange it with Browning."

Han Feng laughed loudly: "What am I supposed to be, it's just a gun, okay, let's bet."

"It's a word."

Xu Zilin said, "I'll be the referee for you."

"Okay," the two replied in unison. Chen Baoliang has already made preparations, holding the sickle tightly in his right hand, and even holding a handful of straw in his left hand. He is waiting for Xu Zilin's order to start harvesting. .

Han Feng smiled, and also made preparations.

Then the two heard Xu Zilin shout: "I'll count to five, you guys get ready."

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

Xu Zilin began to count, "1"

"...5"

Han Feng's sickle was flying fast, almost without any pause. Holding the wooden handle of the sickle, he stretched the sickle to the front, hooked the root of the millet, and then pulled it hard, only to hear the sound of sizzling, and the blade slashed across The stubble, a lot of millet has been cut off by the root.

Look at Chen Baoliang, the deputy head, still holding a sickle in a daze

How could he have imagined that after shouting "1", it would directly become "5"?

With the tacit understanding between Lao Han and Lao Xu, this is a trick of himself

Chen Baoliang looked at Han Feng's faster and faster speed, not only felt like crying, but he covered the Parker pen pinned to his chest.

Long sigh:

Let me warm you up a little longer, old man

Han Feng: ...

"It's just a pen, old Chen, you can't be so exaggerated, can you?"

Chen Baoliang made a bitter face: "My old Chen has no wife and no brothers. After all these years, I have depended on this pen for my life. What do you think?"