Hu Yi put down the book in his hand and said coldly: "...Cultural survey? You should know that I am not interested!"

Song Xiaoci smiled sweetly: "Apart from Sister Su, Jiulian should be the most educated person. You really have to take action on this matter!"

Hu Yi has nothing to say this time.

The girl’s idea is indeed very special: “The division commander wants to celebrate his birthday, let each of your troops write a poem, and by the way, check out the cultural learning situation during this period!”

"You can ask me to give me a gift, but if you ask me to write a poem, are you deliberately looking for trouble?" Hu Yi had no good face.

"Stop, this is the task assigned by the political commissar. Each company of our independent group has to write one!" Song Xiaoci thought for a while: "Don't fool people, the political commissar said, everyone has to write one.

OK, let’s finish the cultural study in advance.”

Writing a poem?

Hu Yi was still confused. How could his superiors give such an inexplicable task?

With the temper of the teacher, he will definitely oppose having a birthday celebration for himself.

I have been in the army for so many years. When I was in the national army, it is normal for officials to celebrate my birthday and put a few tables on it, but this time I asked all the company commanders who were holding guns in each unit to write poems. What are you doing?

out?

He also said that the whole army wanted to recruit good literary talent, what did this matter?

Suddenly, I thought that Gao Yidao also wanted to complete this task, and suddenly felt that it was not that strange and a little funny.

Song Xiaoci was rarely disappointed when he saw this cold-faced battle: "I am now the propaganda officer of the Independent Group. This task must be completed within three days. Alas, have you heard me speak?"

Hu Yi had a joking expression, and finally looked up at Song Xiaoci, and suddenly realized that she was really good-looking: "If the Second Company can complete the task, the Ninth Company will have no problem!"

"Oh, that's fine... I'll hand the poem to me three days later, I'll leave first!"

Song Xiaoci left the bunker and felt inexplicably happy. She had been in the Independent Regiment for more than half a year, and she did a lot of publicity work. There was nothing else. As long as the tasks she issued, the Independent Regiment's soldiers were except for the Second Company and the Ninth Company.

Almost all of them are snatching their heads.

Therefore, the walls of the Ninth Company were full of slogans, and the soldiers' enthusiasm for beauty... to kill the enemy has made great progress.

Song Xiaoci served as an independent group culture teacher. As long as she attends classes, she will be filled every time.

In addition, she also organized a cultural work team for the independent group!

If it weren't for the faction that the foundation of the Independent Group was too weak, I would probably have been fully involved in the drama, Henan Opera Bangzi crosstalk storytelling and reciting poetry.

Song Xiaoci did a lot of work, so she naturally fulfilled her work. She thanked Captain Lu for putting down her airs and caring for her in her heart.

She didn't think much about it. As the leader, it was normal for him to care about the military's cultural publicity work.

This time, I received a task from the teacher for no reason and was about to be the host on the teacher's birthday. I felt very happy.

But she was a little strange. The teacher didn't say what day his birthday was, which made her speech always incomplete. However, she also understood that the teacher must have deliberately not said it in order to keep it a secret. If the birthday party is held

,Where did the Japanese send planes to bomb?

After leaving the bunker, I looked back and saw a circle of heads around the bunker. This is not surprising, I have been used to it.

I looked at the figure in the bunker.

You, the company commander, don’t even look at me directly, I will make you proud!

Hehe, if you can write poems, I will...

After thinking for a long time, I didn't think about what she was going to do...

I can't see the figure again when I walk away.

Several heads were finally stretched out from outside the shooting hole, and the little red tassel with a ponytail was stepped into the bunker from outside. The two big eyes of the thief looked around for a long time, and fell on the expressionless Hu Yi's face: "

Fox, what did she say to you?”

"You didn't hear it? Write a poem!"

"Writing a poem?" The expression on the little face gradually became strange: "Hahaha..."

"It's funny?" Hu Yi read a book seriously.

"You can write poetry?" Xiaopie said tilted: "It seems that you have taken the book back!"

"I can't write." Hu Yi finally didn't hold back.

"Isn't that funny?" Xiaopeng looked at Hu Yi and slapped the corner of his mouth: "Why are you laughing at?"

"Gao Yidao also needs to write!"

"First year of high school...haha...ahhh...ahh...ahh...ahh..." Little body almost laughed and turned his breath.

Master Hu nodded seriously and said, "Have you finished laughing?"

The ponytail trembled: "I want to laugh to death, tell me, what's going on? Hahaha, cough cough..."

......

The sky above the confinement room was bleak.

Song Xiaoci has been away for a while.

The tall figure suddenly stood up, his military uniform was so wrinkled that he disappeared. He tightened the belt around his waist, lifted the rifle leaning against the wall, and wiped the shiny bayonet to see the figure.

After leaving the windowless house, he walked straight towards the fort.

He bent down and went into the fort, arrogant and majestic: "Who is the last name of Hu, are you still in the mood to read books now?"

With this sentence, I know that Gao Yidao has something to ask for, because his first sentence should be called Hu Zaizai.

Hearing that he said, Hu Yi looked up and looked at Gao Yidao: "If you don't read books, do you go out to practice thorns if you don't read?"

Gao Yidao looked at this mortal enemy who had no intention of giving him face at all, and the two of them almost had a ignition in their eyes.

The person next to him who had a ponytail immediately understood why Gao Yidao came and shouted: "Great and powerful man, what kind of majesty do you want to show off when you come here?"

Gao Yidao was unsure. I had never been afraid of anyone when I tried to fight for bayonets. The matter of holding the pen fell on his head. He didn't know if the new student under him would write it, and he was unsure at all.

No one could escape when Song Xiaoci heard that tone, and finally spoke in a slight manner: "That poem, hehe, what is it?"

This is a humble person. Is this a powerful sword?

Xiao Hongying, who was sitting opposite Hu Yi, tore the corner of her clothes and held back her smile: "Of course we should pay attention to the matter of such a big life for the teacher!"

"Will it be difficult to write poetry?" When I thought of the solemn appearance of Secretary Song, I guess the student should not be able to write it... Xuan.

"It seems to be that difficult! Hahaha..." Xiao Hongying could no longer hold it back.

Gao Yidao stared at the bronze hammer: "I have students in my heart, just wait!"

Hu Yi finally raised his head and heard Gao Yidao meant that he was about to turn around and leave. He waited for a long time but didn't move.

Gao Yidao suddenly changed the topic. Perhaps because he knew something, he lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, I heard that you got the news of advancing to the team?"

......

A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

In the plains and wilderness, cold winds blew from time to time.

Some insects that are not dead still cry in the night.

"Reported, a large number of people appeared in the east, and they ran very quickly and quickly, and they could hear the sound of running footsteps." A soldier jumped off his bicycle after entering the village.

"Are there any blind eyes coming again?" Lao Meng, who heard the sound, walked to the door of the broken house, was stunned for a moment: "Let's go! Go and have a look!"

"Captain, the security army rarely crossed the blockade in the past six months. Could it be that the enemy knew that our main force had returned to the mountain and they came to defend the soft persimmon?"

Lao Meng knocked on the soldier's head: "Do you think we are soft persimmons? Hehe, Company Commander Hu is gone, but those enemies really think that my Qiufeng Guerrilla Team is soft persimmons? This time I put eye medicine on them

!”

"I'm itchy when I'm waiting!"

"Appoint a transfer now!" Captain Meng ordered the soldiers following him.

Immediately, the sound of gong ringing sounded in the village.

The common people who had practiced countless times had gone out with their bags on their backs and, under the leadership of the guerrilla warriors, began to run towards the north of the village.

"Hurry, hurry up, follow closely! A set of counting!"

"Thirty people, all arrived!"

"Two groups of numbers!"

“...all are here..."

The prepared team followed Captain Meng and the sentry and left the village eastward.

In the distance, a long string of torches winding on the road to the south.

The dozen fast horses that were fighting in the front row were heard, and the sound of horse hooves was snatched.

"Hehe, this situation is quite a big deal!" Captain Meng affirmed the situation. Hearing the squeaking sound of a bicycle coming from behind, he asked behind his back: "How long will it take for the villagers to transfer?"
Chapter completed!