Rise From Eight Hundred

After receiving the military order, the whole army of the independent battalion started to operate like a precision machine.

Tang Dao, who received the second secret order from the headquarters again, found Lei Xiong, and the two had a long and frank talk.

"Brother Lei, I wonder what you think of me?" Tang Dao sat opposite Lei Xiong, handed him a cigarette, and asked seriously.

Since Songjiang, Lei Xiong, the second-in-command of the Fourth Battalion, and Tang Dao have been apart for a long time. Even if they are together, it is because of the urgency of the war. The two are mostly commanding operations in the front, and rarely have time to have such a face-to-face long talk.

But Tang Dao knows that this mission of escorting students to the north, especially after reaching the mountain, when the entire independent battalion needs to choose that road, it is absolutely impossible without the support of Lei Xiong, the second-in-command.

He is now the backbone of the independent battalion, but Lei Xiong also has a very high reputation. Apart from other things, most of the old members of the Fourth Battalion have now become squad-level officers. If Lei Xiong raises objections, the minds of the grassroots officers who have followed him for months or even years will definitely change.

This has nothing to do with Tang Dao's leadership. China is a society that values ​​human relationships, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

It is only a matter of time before the two of them have a conversation. It is better to take advantage of the opportunity of the secret military order to speak out. If Lei Xiong has different opinions, Tang Dao still has a chance to correct his mistakes. The worst result is that Lei Xiong takes some people back to his Imperial Guards, and Tang Dao takes Tie Xin and the part that goes with him all the way north.

Although Lei Xiong looks like a fierce Zhang Fei, only those who are familiar with him know that he has a very clear mind and is a very wise person.

The reason why he has not been promoted in the Imperial Guards for several years is that he is too angular, just like a hexagonal warrior, which makes the superiors' heads hurt. It's not that he doesn't know how to be smooth, but that he disdains to be smooth.

But he is extremely capable and not suitable for officialdom, but very suitable for the battlefield. Naturally, a fire support company commander is the most suitable position for him. If he had not chosen to follow Tang Dao and escape from the Sihang Warehouse, away from those who have adapted to the so-called officialdom rules, an army major would probably be his highest military position.

Although Tang Dao's question was not so straightforward, Lei Xiong had already heard a lot of his meaning. He narrowed his eyes slightly, was silent for a moment, and answered very seriously: "You are very strong, so strong that I feel powerless. But, sir, do you know? When the division headquarters first ordered the establishment of the Sihang Battalion and you were the battalion commander of the Sihang Battalion, I was actually a little unconvinced at first."

"Well! Brother Lei, you are a veteran officer, and you are superior to me in terms of seniority and experience." Tang Dao nodded.

"Hey! I admit that I am superior to you in seniority, but what about battlefield experience!" Lei Xiong smiled instead. "Sir, don't comfort me. I can see that you may have fewer years in the army than me, but you have much more battlefield experience than me, although I don't know where you got all this battlefield experience."

"As the battles were fought one after another, I found that I was wrong." Lei Xiong sighed. "If I were the commander of the Sihang Battalion, I might be able to lead my brothers to escape, but I can never do what you did, leading my brothers to kill more than a dozen Japanese fighter planes and miraculously wipe out a heavy artillery brigade.

Haha! In the future, whenever I think of how I can show off to my fat boy how awesome a battle I fought in the past, I will laugh in my dreams!"

Lei Xiong was laughing.

Tang Dao felt a pang of pain in his heart for no reason.

Because he knew that this was the simplest wish buried in the heart of the usually strong army lieutenant colonel in front of him. After this battle, go back alive to hug his son. The photo he had shown him should still be kept close to him in his chest pocket!

"Brother Lei, believe me, no matter how long this battle lasts, we will definitely win!" Tang Dao said seriously.

"Hehe! I believe you, but I don't know if I can live to see that day, but that's no big deal. As long as my child can be filial to his mother, I will save enough money for him to marry a wife while I am still alive. I can't be a father for nothing." Lei Xiong looked relaxed.

Then, he took a deep puff of cigarette and looked at Tang Dao with the same seriousness: "Sir, just say whatever you want to say. Since I have chosen to follow you, I will not have any second thoughts. Whether it is to return to the 88th Division or to the Sichuan Army, I will follow you."

"This is the military order given to me by Generals Wu and Guo of the Command Headquarters. Take a look first." Tang Dao took out the hand order sent to him by Xiao Chong, the personal guard of General Wu.

"After this battle, my independent battalion will go to Pengcheng to receive a batch of military equipment to be sent to the 22nd Army?" Lei Xiong glanced at the hand order and was completely stunned.

He probably never dreamed that the combat mission that the independent battalion was about to accept would require a march of thousands of miles.

Lei Xiong of the 22nd Army certainly knew that the 200,000-strong Sichuan Army that went out of Sichuan to fight against the Japanese was divided into two armies in total.

One is the 23rd Army led by the Sichuan Provincial Chairman. The 43rd Army they are currently in is affiliated with this army. They set out from eastern Sichuan and went down the river to the Songhu battlefield.

The 22nd Army set out from northern Sichuan and went to Shanxi along the Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway. It was led by another big boss named Deng in the Sichuan Army.

This was an independent battalion that crossed the east and west, covering a distance of nearly 2,000 miles.

谷/span\u003eHowever, as they were both part of the Sichuan Army, it was normal to send them weapons. When he first met the 43rd Army, Lei Xiong, who was already used to German weapons, felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at the old sleeves and old Hanyang-made rifles in their hands and the straw sandals with exposed toes on their feet.

However, with the combat power of the independent battalion, although the task of transporting weapons was arduous, it was not enough for Tang Dao, the chief officer, to talk to him specifically. Soldiers should obey orders as their first duty, and this principle has been deeply rooted in Lei Xiong's bones.

"Then what! After the task of transporting weapons is completed." Lei Xiong got straight to the point.

"The journey is long, and with the changes in the battlefield, my independent battalion will not be able to return by then, so we will stay in the north to fight the Japanese invaders and fight independently behind enemy lines." Tang Dao's answer was also very clear.

"What do you mean?" Lei Xiong was such a smart man that he immediately understood what Tang Dao meant.

The independent battalion would not belong to the 22nd Group, and the so-called battlefield behind enemy lines was the main battlefield of that army.

"We will unite all friendly forces that can be united." Tang Dao was not too straightforward this time, but he knew that with Lei Xiong's wisdom, he would definitely be able to hear his slightly cautious words.

Lei Xiong did not reply quickly, but fell into silence.

Tang Dao did not force him to express his position immediately.

After all, these are two teams. Even if both sides are wearing the same military uniforms and the same cap badges, people in both teams know that when there is no Japanese invaders, the common enemy of the entire nation, two tigers with different political views will inevitably fight.

After a long time, Lei Xiong's somewhat confused eyes gradually became firm. He threw the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers to the ground, crushed it with his feet, and looked at Tang Dao: "I am a soldier. Soldiers should obey orders as their first duty. As long as we fight the devils and don't surrender, you say where to fight and how to fight, you just need to give orders, Lei Xiong guarantees to execute the orders."

"Okay! With your words, Brother Lei, I feel relieved." Tang Dao stretched out his hand to Lei Xiong. "Believe me, we will all live well. When the war is over, I will accompany you to visit your sister-in-law and nephew. When your nephew gets married, I promise to give him a big gift."

Lei Xiong also stretched out his hand and shook Tang Dao's hand fiercely, but his face was not so happy, but a little sad. "Sir, you are a little unkind."

"What?"

"You seem to be reminding me that when you marry Tan Tai reporter, you must remember to give a big gift! I have to say it in advance, at most 20 dollars, no more, the rest is my wife money for your nephew."

"Haha! 20 is 20, but you, brother Lei, can warm up the brothers with this standard first." Tang Dao laughed.

It seems that he can marry the beautiful reporter at any time.

Tang Dao on the battlefield of love is as confident as Tang Dao on the real battlefield.

Tang Dao, who has communicated with Lei Xiong and gained enough support, has forgotten his "difficult" future father-in-law.

Fortunately, he had a cavalry platoon leader who remembered his poems when he was 13.

That guy was still reciting "night" silently when he got on the horse, which was more serious than recording military orders.

However, Comrade Lu Sanjiang's hard work was not in vain.

When it was late at night, Lu Sanjiang, who was sitting around the bonfire, wanted to get close to his superior, the future Taishan. As a result, the "handsome uncle" was unhappy with a certain brat who coveted his daughter, so he told a few historical stories and recited a poem describing the night in a very arrogant manner, showing off his talent as a Jiangnan talent and telling a bunch of big-headed soldiers that you are just like your superiors in this regard. You are just a little scum. Are you stunned by my talent?

Lu Sanjiang looked up and stared at the night, posing in the same calm and relaxed posture as a certain superior.

The vicissitudes of life and the slightly low and sad voice are matched with the sentence "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light!"

Absolutely!

The handsome uncle was frozen into a stone statue in the darkness!