the next day.

Since Ouyang woke up, he has been confused for a while and he doesn't even know his name.

Yang Zhihua told Ouyang: "I saved you in the suburbs near the Wengcheng. Logically speaking, you should be a Wengcheng person or a person around the Wengcheng, but your accent obviously means that you are not from Hunan or Hubei, and you tend to have an accent in the area of ​​Peking, so I brought you to Shanghai for treatment."

He paused and said, "As for your name, I think you should look at this jade pendant!"

After saying that, Yang Zhihua took out a white jade pendant from his pocket of his shirt, and a red strap was attached to the jade pendant and handed it to Ouyang.

Ouyang took the jade pendant the size of his thumb and immediately felt a warm feeling. After a brief observation, Ouyang saw two words engraved on it - Ouyang!

Yang Zhihua said: "These two words may be your name or your surname. Of course, it is not ruled out that you are an important person."

For a moment, Ouyang put the jade pendant on again, laughed, and said, "Since I forgot my past, then I will be called Ouyang from today!"

Time passed by bit by bit, and several days passed in a blink of an eye. Ouyang's injuries gradually improved, and his face became much rosy.

During the few days of free time, Ouyang read a large number of books and newspapers, especially when reading the newspaper about the China Anti-Japanese War, he always felt a little palpitations in his heart.

A thing called "Patriotism" from the depths of his blood has always made Ouyang unable to sleep or eat.

"Maybe this is what I lost!"

Ouyang thought in his heart.

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At noon.

Ouyang and Yang Zhihua were in the living room and after lunch.

Yang Zhihua asked, "How are you doing these two days? Are you still dreaming?"

"Um!"

Ouyang looked dim and sighed: "It's still the same. As long as I fall asleep, I can always see golden swords and iron horses, rumbling artillery fire, and corpses in my head. They are all soldiers. When I want to peek further, I feel a splitting headache, and the pictures in my mind are full of bloody scenes!"

"Is there anything else?"

Yang Zhihua immediately asked: "Or can you be sure where you come from? Where is your home?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Although I can always see some things, according to the books I have read these days, the things I dream of are all so-called fragments of memory, small fragments, and when I think about it hard, my head is about to explode, and it is hard to bear the pain!"

As he spoke, Ouyang felt very uncomfortable!

The harder I try to recall, the more painful my head will be.

Just like when I was taking a nap yesterday afternoon, I almost fainted from the pain when I thought about it yesterday, my body was covered in sweat and my clothes were soaked.

The most desirable and most fearful thing in the world is the unknown.

Ouyang said again: "But one thing I'm sure I must have been a soldier before I lost my memory, and a soldier of the Eighth Route Army!"

"So, I decided to go north to North China in a few days to find the Eighth Route Army, or maybe someone knows it?"

soldier?

Yang Zhihua's expression suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Ouyang, remember, you may be a soldier, don't tell others, otherwise there may be a disaster. After all, Shanghai is now the territory of the Japanese."

After pausing, he said, "Didn't you decide to go north? This way, when the matter in Shanghai is handled, I will go north with you and take a look."

"Thank you!"

Ouyang bowed and thanked him.

Ouyang is very grateful to Yang Zhihua from the bottom of his heart.

The ancients said: A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water; a grace to save the people is even more recreated!

After Yang Zhihua left, Ouyang picked up the newspaper again and looked at the newspaper on the front line.

soldier!

Although Ouyang lost his memory, he was sure that he must be a soldier through some memory fragments!

The Eighth Route Army soldier!

"As long as I go north to North China, I will definitely be able to awaken my memories."

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The White Tiger Base Area of ​​Taihang Mountain.

The brigade room of the 512th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.

Liu Tongluo asked Zhao Gang: "Political Commissar, is there any news coming from the Wengcheng today?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang shook his head and said, "It's still the same, but if there is no news, it is good news. At least it leaves us a little hope. The brigade commander may still be alive."

Although everyone knew that Ouyang might be no longer alive, after all, he was deeply injured and fell from a cliff, how could he still be alive?

But everyone still cannot accept this reality or accept this fact.

Although the 512th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army left the Wencheng, a squad of soldiers still left in the Wencheng to search for Ouyang's whereabouts!

You have to see people alive and die with corpses!

At this moment, Chief of Staff Wang Yaqiao walked in, holding a telegram in his hand. After coming in, he said directly: "Old Liu, Lao Zhao, the approval document for the construction of our 512th Brigade Airport by the headquarters has finally come down. Come and take a look!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang and Liu Tongluo immediately picked up the telegram and read it.

"Bang!"

Liu Tongluo immediately slapped his fists, waved his fists, and said, "This is really good news. With these experts sent by the headquarters, our airport will definitely be built in the shortest time!"

Zhao Gang also nodded and said, "We must pay special attention to this matter. I will arrange the matters of the arrival of experts in advance. As long as our airport is built, our flight brigade can soar in the sky of the Taihang Mountains in the shortest time."

He paused and said, "Oh, by the way. Chief of Staff, do Chief Instructor Gao Zhihang have any other requirements for recruiting our new stage pilots?"

"hehe!"

Wang Yaqiao smiled and said, "Old Zhao, don't worry. I have issued all orders. Everyone in my 512th Brigade must cooperate with the construction of the Gao Zhihang Flight Brigade."

"Anyway, in one sentence, no matter who Gao Zhihang likes, all departments must release people. Even Lao Li and Da Ya, I personally greeted them. At first they were worried that I would pry away their hearts, but now they nodded in agreement and made a promise to me!"

Although Ouyang's succession caused a huge blow to all the soldiers of the 512th Brigade, the work of the 512th Brigade was still carried out in an orderly manner.

After all, Ouyang's previous series of actions laid a solid foundation for the 512th Brigade.

The 512th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army now requires people, people who need to rob guns, money, weapons and ammunition, military supplies, logistics supplies, etc., and there is no shortage of them.

There are also heavy weapons such as tanks, heavy artillery, and aircraft, which make the combat effectiveness of the 512th Brigade seem to be the most powerful brigade in the entire Eighth Route Army organization.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the current strength of the 512th Brigade, it is enough to defeat any brigade of the Eighth Route Army!

As the combat effectiveness of thousands of new recruits is also improved, the 512th Brigade will undoubtedly become stronger. With one or two months, even if the strength of a brigade is used to defeat a Japanese brigade, you will not be afraid at all and will be able to win the battle!

"Report!"

At this moment, a loud sound came from outside the combat room.

Zhao Gang, Liu Tongluo and Wang Yaqiao immediately turned around and looked at it, but it was Chen Shen and Lan Yanzhi.

"Brig Commander, Political Commissar, Chief of Staff!"

Chen Shen and Lan Yanzhi shouted in unison.

Liu Tongluo shook his head and said, "Let me say it again, I am the deputy brigade commander, not the brigade commander. Our 512 Brigade can only have one brigade commander, that is brigade commander Europe, you understand."

Both Chen Shen and Lan Yanzhi nodded.

"This time I called you two, the headquarters and our 512th Brigade were going to give you a task. This task was also decided by the brigade commander himself when he was there."

Liu Tongluo said in a deep voice: "Your mission is to go to Shanghai!"

"Shanghai?"

Both Chen Shen and Lan Yanzhi became confused.

"That's right, it's Shanghai. You must set up your own newspaper in the French Concession of our 512th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. As for the funding of the activity, you can rest assured. At the same time, our comrades in Shanghai will also actively help you!"
Chapter completed!