Jin Erling finally came back, and he also brought back the medicine to treat the gunshot wound. He Ping's heart was relieved suddenly. She happily ran into the kitchen to cook corn paste. Jin Erling also found a black medicine jar from the corner and started to make a fire and boil the Chinese medicine she got back.

The corn was ripe, and Jin Erling and He Ping took it. The Chinese medicine he had taken for Zhou Yougen was also boiled. With He Ping's help, Jin Erling pried open Zhou Yougen's teeth and poured the chilled Chinese medicine soup to Zhou Yougen who was still sleeping.

Not to mention, the Chinese medicine doctors in that small town are really capable. Zhou Yougen saw the effect shortly after drinking Chinese medicine. His body temperature began to gradually drop. Zhou Yougen, who was lying on the bed, turned red and his breathing was not heavy. "Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

He Ping was in a state of anxiety this day. Now seeing Zhou Yougen getting better and better, her heart suddenly felt relieved. When Jin Erlang was still busy boiling another can of Chinese medicine for washing outside, she could no longer help but feel tired, and finally sat at the table and started to take a nap.

Jin Erlang's house has three main rooms. Seeing that He Ping started to take a nap, he arranged for He Ping to go to the kang in the west wing to sleep. Ziji told He Ping that he would sleep here with Zhou Yougen tonight.

Maybe it was because the pressure was too great during the day, maybe it was because I was really tired, maybe it was because I trusted Jin Erlang too much, after He Ping entered the west wing, she went to bed, and she didn't even tie the door latch of the west wing.

It takes shijiānshijiān to boil medicine. When the pot of medicine was washed outside, it was all the time until midnight. Zhou Yougen's breathing was completely stable. Seeing his face under the light, Jin Erling was about to go to bed.

But just here, a scream came from the west wing. It turned out that He Ping had a nightmare. The exclamation was made by her in her sleep. It was He Ping's exclamation that reminded Jin Erlang, and it also aroused Jin Erlang's eager heart.

Jin Erlang didn't care whether Zhou Yougen, who was lying on the kang, would wake up. He tiptoed into the west wing and then occupied He Ping's body.

Early the next morning, Jin Erlang came to the east wing where Zhou Yougen lived. Shihou who came in was carrying a large pot of boiled Chinese medicine and a long white cloth on his arm.

Seeing Jin Erlang's expression on his face, Zhou Yougen couldn't help but feel angry again. He pointed at Jin Erlang and cursed: "You Erlang, are you doing what you did? You are forcing a woman, you are committing a crime..."

Jin Erlang was not annoyed. He put down the guys in his hand and smiled at Zhou Yougen and said, "Platform Commander Zhou, what did I do? Didn't I just marry a wife last night? Didn't your Eighth Route Army say that the military and civilians are together? I tell you, you still sent me a gift."

"Do you still want to give me a gift? If you do things like you, you will be beheaded in our Eighth Route Army." Zhou Yougen sneered.

Jin Erlang was not afraid either. He untied Zhou Yougen's top, dipped cotton into the basin and started to clean Zhou Yougen's wounds. While cleaning, he said, "Platform Commander Zhou, I am not the Eighth Route Army, not even the militia. Your Eighth Route Army rules don't control me. Besides, even if you Eighth Route Army shot me, can He Ping change the situation that became my wife last night?"

Jin Erlang's words were a bit rogue, which made Zhou Yougen's speech conclude for a moment.

After being bored for a long time, Zhou Yougen asked Jin Erlang: "Miss He Ping is okay, right?"

Seeing that Zhou Yougen never said anything like shooting again and began to care about He Ping, Jin Erlang smiled quietly and said, "Plane Commander Zhou, don't worry. She was going to die at the beginning. I said something to her all night last night, and now it should be fine."

Speaking of this, Jin Er said to Zhou Yougen with a shy face: "Platform Leader Zhou, everyone says that you, the Eighth Route Army, are very good at doing ideological work. You can also advise her to let her live a good life with me in the future, okay?"

Jin Erlang did such a bad thing and asked Zhou Yougen to do He Ping's ideological work as the Eighth Route Army. This guy is so that's too much. Zhou Yougen glared at him and started to get angry again.

Jin Erlang had already prepared. He cleaned Zhou Yougen's wounds and said while packing up his things: "Platform Leader Zhou, don't get angry either. I, Jin Erlang, is an ordinary person. He Ping was a traitor a few days ago. According to your united front policy, we are all the objects of your unity and education. If you don't do your ideological work well, you will not complete the tasks assigned by your superiors."

"Task? Your *mother*'s name is a shime mission?" Zhou Yougen finally got angry. While cursing, he picked up the cotton ball with potions beside him and smashed it at Jin Erlan.

Liu Zhenghong finally returned to the Hu family shack. Unlike the one he set out from here, there were only a hundred soldiers following him. These soldiers were dark and thin as Liu Zhenghong. Many people slumped on the ground when they arrived at the Hu family shack, without any movement.

No wonder, after so many days of desperate battles with the Japanese and puppets and such a long distance, the officers and soldiers all had a feeling of escaping from death. Now the team has finally arrived at a relatively safe base. The tense and tense of the officers and soldiers finally relaxed, and many people no longer wanted to walk.

After Liu Zhenghong came to the northwest Henan region, he had been fighting with Hu family shacks as the center, which was regarded as the center of the Eighth Route Army commanding the military and civilian war of resistance.

The Hu Family Hut used to be a temporary place for fishermen to rest on the beach. It used to be very dilapidated, but in fact it was just a place name. Since the Eighth Route Army came, here began to flourish. Before the Japanese sweep this time, there were more people here, the people began to build some new houses, and the shops began to increase, and the entire area began to be prosperous.

The central location of the Japanese sweeping this time was the Hu family shack, so the people naturally ran away and the troops had already moved. However, the house could not follow people, and the Japanese could not find the Eighth Route Army and the people, so they spread all their anger on the house. After the Japanese arrived here, their only military achievements were to set fire. All the buildings with roofs were lit by them, and they did not even let go of the half-person-high thatched cottage.

Now the Hu family shack is left with only dark ruins. Some people who came back secretly were searching silently in the ruins, looking at the ashes that there were still things that could be used after cleaning.

After resting for a while, Liu Zhenghong stood up and said to his subordinates: "I inform the kitchen team to take out some food, we will set up a big pot to cook something, remember to serve each of the people a bowl."

The kitchen squad leader hesitated and said, "Political Commissar, we brought some food back this time, but the amount is not large. If our troops can still use it, and the people come to eat it, the food will not last a few days."

Liu Zhenghong turned around and said, "Did you forget what we have no food to eat? Then the people will send food to our troops when they are hungry. The people are suffering. When the Japanese burn, their families will be full of shime. Don't worry about it. Please help me overcome this hurdle first."

The kitchen squad leader was also a poor man, and he also felt miserable as the family members were, so he turned around and took the people to prepare the meal.

"We must build a brand new village here!" Looking at the busy but silent people in the ruins, Liu Zhenghong couldn't help but clench his fists and said to himself.

A few days later, all the troops of Iijima and Shimada were withdrawing from the base, and Yuan Dahuzi also brought the main force back. This period of time, the main force was fighting with the troops on the island, because the elite soldiers and generals were here, and the weapons and ammunition were relatively sufficient. Although Yuan Dahuzi suffered relatively few losses, it was the first time for them to fight with the Japanese for a day like this, so the ammunition was consumed a lot and the troops were very tired.

After all the troops returned to Ziji's base, Liu Zhenghong presided over the first military and political meeting after the establishment of the First Military Sub-district in northern Henan. In addition to the commanders of the Eighth Route Army and above the company commander, village chiefs and clan leaders in the Difāng.

At this meeting, Liu Zhenghong, as the political commissar of the First Military Sub-district, announced several decisions, that is, the main task at present is to rebuild the home and resume production. Military and political departments at all levels must act urgently around this goal, the army and the people must unite closely, and build the people's houses before heavy snow comes. One person must not be frozen to death or starved to death in winter!

The decision of the military sub-district was naturally welcomed by the people, but some military cadres were a little confused, so some people quietly found Liu Zhenghong and said, "Political Commissar, our Eighth Route Army's mission is to fight the Japanese. Now we help the people work all day long. Is this still a team?"

Speaking of this, he pointed his finger at the direction of the Ninth Detachment and said, "Political Commissar, there have been people over there who have been yelling, saying that we will not fight. Now we only work and not fight, isn't this just a matter of deed?"

Liu Zhenghong said: "You comrade, you have a problem with your thoughts. When you hear the cicadas, you don't grow crops yet? They say that shime is not important, what is important is what the people say. Haven't we talked about it long ago? The people are water, the Eighth Route Army is fish, and the people are living water, where is the Eighth Route Army fish? If you don't want to work, just want to fight, right? As long as you settle the people, there are shihou you can fight in this battle..."

Liu Zhenghong was born as a teacher, so his eloquence was naturally very good. Political propaganda was also first-class. The big truths and small truths were naturally one by one. Seeing that Liu Zhenghong was talking, the man quickly escaped before he could finish his words.

"You run to shime? I haven't finished speaking yet." Liu Zhenghong shouted at his back without any intention.

"Political Commissar, I'm wrong. I'll go to serve your living water now." The man ran away without looking back.
Chapter completed!