I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 145: Being escorted out of the country by the deputy commander

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Song Wenwan smiled and glanced at the man.

But he secretly thought in his heart: There was nothing wrong with what this person said at the beginning.

Why does the subsequent topic about the "united front" sound a little off?

You say that you, a comrade of the red regime, have to obey the orders of the Kuomintang now?

Have you forgotten what happened ten years ago? Aren't you afraid that you will be eaten up by others without leaving any residue?

The man continued, "When we were working in Moscow, we often received teachings from great figures. We..."

After hearing what he said, Song Wenwan immediately understood his identity.

It was not the group that went back to Yan'an last year, but the group that went to Jiangxi from Shanghai.

Song Wenwan's eyes rolled, and just as he was about to doze off, someone handed him a pillow.

What did you come to this world for? It's just two things!

One of the things was to fund the Eighth Route Army in fighting the Japanese invaders.

Another thing is to stand up for the person who introduced you to the party.

The 200,000-strong Sichuan and Gannan coalition forces on my side are just watching quietly from behind.

How is it that you, a few outsiders, can't tell who is the big and small king?

Song Wenwan listened to the leader talking and secretly gave Qian Ganshi a look that said "don't worry".

I waited until the leader finally finished speaking before I accepted his invitation and followed him to meet new friends.

Seeing that they had gone far away, Secretary Qian quickly ran into the yard, ready to report to the minister.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the yard, he saw his leader enjoying the cool under a big tree in the yard.

Qian's forehead was full of black lines, and he said with a bit of complaint: "Leader, so you are here. Why don't you help get the person back?"

The minister glared at him and said, "What are you robbing for? This isn't a matchmaking arrangement."

When Secretary Qian saw his leader, he looked calm and unhurried.

He chuckled and said, "I'm just afraid that Commander Song will be dragged over by them, right?"

The minister thought about it and decided that he couldn't just let Xiao Song be taken away by them.

This kind of thing can be a big or small thing, but in the future, I'm afraid it will become a stain on Xiao Song.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a person, this great man, who had just returned to the headquarters from the front line yesterday.

He hurried out to a place and asked him to help Song Wenwan out of the predicament.

(The eating scene is too difficult to write, so I decided to give up and just write it simply!)

Song Wenwan followed and was welcomed into a yard by a group of people.

Song Wenwan walked in and greeted everyone humbly.

But when he looked carefully, he realized that these faces looked so unfamiliar.

Think about the old photos from 1949, these people basically never showed up.

It seems like I'm really not familiar with you guys...

After the banquet was served, the host began his friendly speech.

But as soon as the other person opened his mouth to speak, Song Wenwan wanted to smash the plates and curse.

The man opened his mouth and said that he wanted to welcome Song Wenwan on behalf of the organization.

Song Wenwan: You represent the organization? How dare you say that!

Who asked you to represent? Does my party introduction person know about this?

Then he launched into a long speech about how he had such and such a way when he was in Moscow.

It is said that he is now in Yan'an and has so much say.

Willing to obey the Anti-Japanese United Front and also willing to obey the United Front represented by Commander Song.

The main meaning of his words was that he hoped Song Wenwan could support him.

This enabled him to further improve his political status in Yan'an.

Song Wenwan: You want to harm me, you definitely want to kill me!

Soon Song Wenwan became angry, not because of the chattering person in front of her.

What really made him angry was the food on the table in front of him.

These are all real delicacies from land and sea, especially the dish of braised prawns.

It was sent by Song Wenwan wrapped in ice cubes, hoping to change the taste for the seniors.

He had advised them many times, but the seniors had always been reluctant to eat it. He didn't expect that these people would bring it to the table today.

There are also snow-white steamed buns made with Fuqiang flour, Wuchang rice from the Northeast, Black Mountain pork, and so on.

These were all provided by him as support, and usually the senior veterans were sent to the front line.

The seniors themselves can only eat millet porridge now, which made Song Wenwan cry several times.

Now that it has been served to me, how can I feel embarrassed?

I really want to say: There is a word called "horse", but I don't know whether I should say it or not.

Song Wenwan thought about it and realized that her current identity was still a warlord of the National Army, so she didn't need to give him any face for the time being.

“Oh, you’ve been there so long and they didn’t say anything.

When will our land be returned to us? That is what Comrade Lenin promised.”

Then with a "bang", no one expected that Song Wenwan would actually throw the chopsticks directly.

At this moment, the door slammed open with a bang and was pushed open with force.

The deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army strode in.

He said in a dignified manner: "Commander Song, you are not staying in your defense zone, but you are wearing our military uniforms and showing off everywhere.

You might as well go back earlier, or your family will worry about you."

Song Wenwan said in a boastful tone: "I am still the deputy commander-in-chief of the Second War Zone. I..."

When he saw the deputy commander-in-chief, he gave him a look of majesty without even being angry.

Song Wenwan shrank her neck, said "goodbye", turned around and left, looking like she was running away in panic.

The deputy commander-in-chief glanced at the people present and snorted coldly.

Then he led his guard troops and personally "escorted" Song Wenwan away.

That night, in the secret base in Hengshan, Song Wenwan finally waited for a meeting with the leader.

Song Wenwan was very excited at this moment, thinking that the leaders cared very much about his safety.

For safety reasons, every time I met him, I had to run over a hundred miles to see him in Hengshan.

Song Wenwan went to the kitchen personally and made a meal of braised pork for the leaders.

He even added a few more red peppers, which made the leaders sweat profusely while eating.

He accompanied the leaders to eat and presented them as if he were presenting a treasure.

He recounted the story of how he dropped chopsticks, which made the leaders laugh.

The next morning, although he had not slept all night, he still said goodbye to his leaders and rode back to Longnan.

It was a journey of nearly 1,500 miles, and Song Wenwan had to ride a horse and change cars along the way.

It took him more than four days to hurriedly return to his mansion in Longnan.

Fortunately, there was a system to help him navigate. Even so, Song Wenwan almost fell into the ditch several times due to fatigue driving.

By the time he arrived at his doorstep, it was already evening four days later.

When he walked into his house, the housekeeper almost didn't recognize him. He thought he was a beggar from somewhere and almost had him kicked out.

Song Wenwan was kicked back to his bedroom by Zhu Bei. Song Wenwan looked at Zhu Bei and could only smile foolishly.

Before Zhu Bei could get him some water to wash his face, Song Wenwan had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Zhu Bei had no choice but to help him wipe his face, take off his clothes, wash his feet, etc.

Seeing Song Wenwan's thighs bleeding from riding horses, Zhu Bei was so distressed that she burst into tears.

When Zhu Bei was applying medicine to him, the iodine was a little irritating to Song Wenwan's wound.

Song Wenwan would hum from time to time, but as soon as he turned his head, he would start snoring again.