Chapter 658: "Harvest Season"

Autumn is coming again.

In October, the deserted fields regained their vitality after the war. Looking around, a golden wave swayed back and forth in the fields, as if telling the joy of harvest.

The sharp sickle shows a graceful rhythm in the waving of the farmers.

The batches of rice sheaths were like martyrs, falling down behind the farmers, and their heads were still unyieldingly in one direction, kissing the land. The roots were meditating on the ground, and the straw that stood unyieldingly on the surface was like the soul, showing the process of life.

The land will never reject the foundations of these martyrs. Even if they are buried underground, they will turn into black blood and nourish the cycle of life in the coming year.

In October, the sickle blooms, and the joy of harvest overflows the ridges, flowing on the ground, the wind blows, the unharvested rice fields are undulating, and the melody of the abundant fruit dances on the tip of the rice, and the farmers decorate the land become happy notes.

The war seems to have been far away from this land...

For such a busy person in the fields, it is no longer a new thing to meet Zheng Yong, the chairman of the Hubei Provincial Government, his parents.

Chairman Zheng Yong often appears among the people with a few orderly soldiers who are too familiar to him.

The panic when I saw Chairman Zheng was no longer able to see it now. The only thing that was replaced was kindness, as if Chairman Zheng was originally a part of them and his family.

Yes, these people have always called Zheng Yong the "Chairman" rather than a "general" or "commander-in-chief". These things seem to have nothing to do with the people.

"Chairman Zheng, have a sip of tea. This is what my second boy brought back from the county town. Good tea!"

"Chairman Zheng, eat a piece of dried potato first, but it smells so delicious, and it's about to start dinner."

With the greetings, Zheng Yong walked to the farmers who had just come up from the fields with a smile.

Tea is actually not a good tea, but the teapot handed by the old farmer to Zheng Yong is really good. The serious teapot from Dingshu, Yixing, seems to be a bit old.

"This thing is a good thing. If it is released during the prosperous era, it will be worth a lot of money." Zheng Yong looked back and forth with a teapot, and praised it in his mouth.

"No, my grandfather started using it. At that time, my family had a few small money, but didn't they buy it? When the Japanese entered the village, I took away this teapot without any possessions. This is my family heirloom."

Listening to the old farmer's smug words, Zheng Yong laughed: "Then you have to keep it away. You just put it on the ridge of the field. If you hit and knock it, it will be worthless."

The old farmer shook his head repeatedly:

"Chairman Zheng, you don't understand this. My grandfather told me that this treasure is spiritual. It must determine that you are its master. No matter how you place it, it will not run away.

But if you don’t recognize you as its owner, hehe, even if you hide it in an iron box and then bury it deep into the ground, you can watch it and it will be gone in two years..."

Zheng Yong and the people around him laughed together, and what the old farmer said was somewhat reasonable.

Zheng Yong took a piece of dried sweet potato handed over by someone, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while. It was sweet, so sweet, and it could be sweet all the time to the heart:

"I think this is the case, the harvest this year is pretty good?"

"Yes, it's not bad. After harvesting the rice, I can have a happy New Year this year."

"As long as you don't fight, you can survive no matter what."

"Chairman Zheng, what did I hear about the United States and the Japanese fighting? "

"Yes, I heard it too, and people in the county also said that Americans suffered losses because they were the boss."

"It is temporary to suffer losses. The United States bombed the Japanese capital not long ago and almost occupied the Japanese palace. That scared the Japanese." Zheng Yong smiled and swallowed the potato dry, saying:

"Japan's strength is not the same as the United States. As the war extends, Japan will inevitably fail..."

"Amitabha, that's fine. It seems that the war is about to end, and we can finally live a peaceful life."

"That may not end immediately, and it will take some time." Zheng Yong put away his smile and said:

"Not only here, the United States and Europe, are fighting hard. Now Germany and Japan have the upper hand, but as the war deepens, the situation will gradually tilt towards the allies."

The farmers seemed to understand, but they vaguely saw hope for peace from Chairman Zheng's words.

"Dazhuang, come here for me!"

At this moment, Zheng Yong suddenly shouted loudly at the opposite side.

Dazhuang and his companions, who were originally going to sneak away, saw that the commander-in-chief discovered him, looked at each other and walked to Zheng Yong with an awkward look on his face.

"Look at you like this, look at your promising prospects." Zheng Yong pointed at these people and said:

"How did you agree to me at the beginning? I did it well when I got to the army. Now I have been a soldier for a few days and become a deserter. I am ashamed of you!"

"Commander-in-chief, please listen to our explanation." Da Zhuang's face turned red and after a long time he said:

"We don't want to be deserters, really, really don't want to be deserters, but the training is too hard, we really can't stand it anymore, and the commander beats and scolds us again..."

"Fuck, what should I do if I go to the battlefield if I don't have much training? The commander beats and scolds you, it's for your own good! Tell me about you, a bunch of unscrupulous things!"

Dazhuang and his companions around him dared not speak, and the old farmer pulled Zheng Yong:

"Chairman, don't scold them anymore. We scolded them a lot a while ago. Chairman, you really have nothing to say to us. That's the end of kindness, but these little bastards really lost our face."

"Sit down, sit down." Zheng Yong sighed, sat down first, and waited for Dazhuang and his companions to shrink and sit down around Zheng Yong, Zheng Yong said:

"Can you be considered a hard work? When we were under German instructors, it was really hard work. The weight of just carrying weights every day is several times that of you.

I don’t want to tell you the truth, but one thing is that if you want to save your life on the battlefield, you have to practice hard, otherwise, you will be the first person who loses your head when you really go to the battlefield.

I heard that you have fallacies and don’t go to train now. When the Japanese fight again, you will fight with the Japanese again. No, this is not a matter of taking your life seriously.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just say that once you play bayonets, do you say that you only have a shoulder pole, and can you fight against the Japanese? I see, about ten of you are not the opponents of the Japanese!”

"Commander-in-chief, you are too underestimating people. Although we can't fight bayonets, we have the strength. I don't believe that those who are strong can suffer even if they are strong!"

Da Zhuang looked dissatisfied and muttered a few words.

Zheng Yong was not angry when he said this, but laughed and said, "Who is the most powerful person in your life or me?"

"That's probably Brother Dazhuang, he is the one with the most strength in ours."

Dazhuang raised his head and looked at Zheng Yong proudly after his companion's words.

"Get a few shoulder poles over." Zheng Yong said with a smile.

After taking the pole over, Zheng Yong chose one by himself, then pointed to Dazhuang, and then pointed to a young man who was about the same size as him:

"Let's just use this shoulder pole as a weapon. You and you two, I'll fight with you two alone!

Dazhuang picked up the shoulder pole and said after hesitating for a long time:

"This is not a joke. If you hurt you, we can't afford it!"

"Blow, blow with all your strength."

Zheng Yong's orderly soldier was unhappy: "Will our commander lose to you?"

These words made Dazhuang unable to get out of Taiwan, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"So, then we'll go!"

Dazhuang and his companions, holding two shoulder poles, rushed up with a fierce look. Dazhuang didn't believe it anymore. If two people could not beat one, then his face would be really disappointed.

After letting Guo Dazhuang use all his strength to stab, Zheng Yong nimblely pierce the shoulder pole in his hand out. The man in his right hand used his strength and could not stop it if he failed.

Zheng Yong's shoulder pole was stabbed into his chest, and he heard Zheng Yong's orderly shouting out:

"Die, die, you are dead, don't cheat!"

Amid the laughter, the man retreated with a red face.

Only Dazhuang was left. Before he could make the next move, Zheng Yong had already poked him over with a shoulder pole. After Dazhuang was hiding in a panic, he was not wary of Zheng Yong kicking him over to the ground with one kick.

Just when Dazhuang wanted to get up, a shoulder pole was aimed at his heart.

Zheng Yong smiled and handed the shoulder pole to others, and pulled Dazhuang himself up.

However, in less than a minute, the two strong men had been defeated by Zheng Yong.

"Now I know why you want to practice? The Japanese people who are much more skilled in bayonets than me." Zheng Yong unbuttoned his military uniform and his face was a little solemn:

"I used to say that there is a big gap in the quality of our soldiers compared to the Japanese, but what is the gap? It is not just reflected in weapons.

In terms of team combat skills, individual combat capabilities, etc., we must admit that we are lagging behind the Japanese. Weapons may not be able to make up for the short term, but individuals have a complete way to narrow the gap.

In the past, our company surrounded more than ten Japanese soldiers, but it was impossible to fight. Why? Because the Japanese knew how to defend, but we didn’t know how to attack!

So I have to urge you to train hard, Dazhuang, and you, I don’t want to see you die in vain because of your lazy life on the battlefield in the future. It’s not easy for your parents to support you so much!"

Dazhuang and his companions seemed to have some insights, and Zheng Yong smiled:
Chapter completed!