"Axiu, Auntie is here to do this. Go and call Youtian up and help him clean up the bed." Youtian Niang walked out with a smile and said to Axiu.

A Xiu nodded shyly and turned to Meng Youtian's house.

Meng Youtian slept very late and was not awake yet. A Xiu walked into the room, hesitated for a moment, and gently sat on the edge of the kang, so he asked him to sleep a little longer. Last night, he wrote that light up the lamp and boiled oil so late, and he had been close to me for a long time. A Xiu blushed, his eyes turned on Meng Youtian, and he looked at him intently. Under the bath of the dawn, Meng Youtian lay down with one leg on his back, his legs stretched out from the quilt, his chest snoring slightly.

A Xiu looked at it blankly for a while, thinking that his exposed legs must be cold, but they can't stand it cold! Thinking of this, she gently touched it with her hands, and it was really cold, so she pulled the quilt and covered it with Meng Youtian. As soon as she touched Meng Youtian, Meng Youtian's eyes opened. When she saw that it was her, she immediately smiled.

"When will it take to get up so early?" Meng Youtian yawned, turned over and sat up with bare arms, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"You can sleep for a while." Ah Xiu glanced at Meng Youtian and quickly picked up the clothes next to him, "Put it on quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Not that cute." Meng Youtian put on a small jacket and put on his pants. Seeing Ah Xiu's back on his back, he couldn't help laughing. This girl was so pure and cute. She held hands and kissed her mouth, and her whole body was as soft as noodles, and her mind stopped.

"Okay, I'll wear it." Meng Youtian said, picking up the toothbrush and tooth powder, and asked with a smile: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." A Xiu turned around with a red face, stretched out her hand to fold the quilt, and said, "Auntie, let me clean up the bedding for you and bring it with you when you leave."

"What are you doing with a bedding for one or two days?" Meng Youtian said: "Don't be busy. I only have a stack of paper. Don't bring so many things. It's like moving, it makes people laugh at."

"Yes, but your legs can't stand it cold. It's better to bring them with you, it won't sink." A Xiu advised kindly.

"No, I'm not a child. I can't take care of myself?" Meng Youtian walked past A Xiu, arched A Xiu with his elbow, and teased: "I'll take you with me. I won't hold you last night!"

A Xiu bit her lip gently, looked up at Meng Youtian shyly and angry. Meng Youtian smiled and squeezed her eyes, and walked out of the house.

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A notice was posted on the signboard of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political Training Academy that the cadres of the county brigade and district squads had arrived here in advance, as well as the chief and deputy captains of militia in each village and village. This was due to Yang Jingyun's attention. It was also due to the strong recommendation of Wang Dashan, Fang Guobin and others, and there was a more important reason.

Although the siege of the Nine Routes was victorious, the problems exposed were also obvious, that is, except for Shili Village, the local guerrillas and militias in each village did not play their due role. Especially compared with the local troops on both sides of Pinghan Road north of Zhengtai Road and the north of Pinghan Road, there is a clear gap.

If you are behind in your work, you have to catch up, strengthen the leadership of local armed forces, strengthen the training and organization of local armed forces, and improve combat effectiveness. Only under this premise did Meng Youtian have the opportunity to enter the house and run to the Anti-Japanese Military and Political School to show off. Of course, Yang Jingyun said it tactfully, and when Meng Youtian came, he realized that things were not as he thought.

"Shili Village Combat Experience Exchange Meeting", Meng Youtian looked at the big sign and said that he was a little confused. He didn't want to be a teacher? Of course not. Meng Youtian thought it was a little simple. The Anti-Japanese Military and Political School naturally had regular channels for instructors from various subjects, the Eighth Route Army, well, it should be said that its predecessor - the Old Red Army, were all veterans in fighting guerrillas, absorbing some new things, such as mines, and the authenticity was a bit reluctant. How could a young boy make a point?

"In this big sweep, only the achievements made by the militias in Shili Village are still good." Yang Jingyun said a little apologetically: "The county has decided to strengthen local armed forces. You will first talk about the experience and experience of Shili Village's battle, which is very useful in boosting morale. Then, the experienced old instructor sent by the regular troops will officially start teaching "Guerrilla Tactics". I hope you can stay and listen carefully. It is beneficial to open the book!"

It turned out that things had changed. Meng Youtian pondered for a moment and nodded gently. It was normal for old guerrillas to look down on young people. In order to take care of the old instructor's face, it was nothing. If he had changed it to such a name, he would stay if he had been in harmony, and if he had not been in harmony, he would leave if he had not been in harmony... Forget it, what did he do, die less people for the country and suffer less losses. These nominal things can be ignored.

But Meng Youtian was not going to be sloppy and slapped his butt and left. He had his own arrogance. Why, starting from Jinggangshan, you were a guerrilla leader. But now you are facing new enemies, new weapons and equipment, and the guerrilla tactics of regular troops and guerrilla tactics of guerrillas or local troops cannot be used in the same way. Don’t think that if you know the “sixteen-character policy”, you can look down on people. Humph, why don’t you even have knowledge of the earthen buns when you have never taken planes, ships, or even trains?

The venue was a large mattress in the Military and Political School. In front were the head and deputy captains of the militia teams from each village who had just arrived, as well as several captains of the county brigade and district brigade. In the middle were students from the Military Academy, and behind were students from the Civil Affairs Institute who came to listen to it.

Because it is the name of communication and is not a compulsory course, many students come and think of leaving after listening for a while. Most of them are students from universities and middle schools in Peking and Baoding who are proud of their high level of education and certainly don’t take Meng Youtian’s footsteps seriously.

"Brother Meng, speak carefully, let's cheer you up." Meng Youtian sat in front, scratching his head with a little depressed feeling when he heard a crisp female voice.

It turned out that it was Qin Lianfang, Bai Junting, Li Yuehua, Miaomiao and others who came to support the show. Several girls were wearing short-sleeved bleached tops, with their arms exposed, and waved to him. They were young, beautiful, generous and decent, and their appearance immediately attracted the attention of many male students.

Meng Youtian waved his hand with a wry smile. He was almost a slap in a slap, and he still needed someone to help him. Moreover, this large mattress can sit for more than 300 people, but there is not even a microphone. So you have to shout? No wonder the singer was born with the development of audio equipment. Without hardware support, if you hold a concert, you can't shout out loud and feel severely lacking in oxygen! (){Piaotian Wenxue www.piaotian.net Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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