In the past time and space, Sun Yongqin can be said to be famous in the Chengde area, whether it is when he rose up and fought bravely against the Japanese or after he was framed and sacrificed by some people of the Kuomintang, Sun Yongqin's name has always stayed in the Who's Who of Chengde County.

The history of the Republic has always defined him and the army under his command as the Anti-Japanese Salvation Volunteers, and Sun Yongqin and the generals and soldiers of the Volunteers who died in battle are also called martyrs. And the title of martyr is not something that can be obtained casually, in those unspeakable eras, it was only obtained by the Red Army itself.

The reason why Sun Yongqin was able to obtain it was simply that in the coming months, it was the underground party members of the Red Army in the northern region who would guide him in the battle. Even if he didn't have so many supplies like Liu Lang in this time and space, Sun Yongqin also killed and injured more than 5,000 Japanese puppet soldiers in more than a year of resistance, striking a blow to the arrogance of the Japanese invaders.

Otherwise, Liu Lang has reason to believe that this person can definitely have a place on the list of generals of the Republic.

Since he and the independent regiment are about to leave the north and return to the south, then, let the rut of history continue to follow its own trajectory, Liu Lang wants to see if a peasant army that is far more powerful than the past in time and space will repeat the mistakes of the past.

Liu Lang saw a battalion commander of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army who was called over in the tent, a middle-aged man with a head and a brain.

If Liu Lang hadn't happened to see this name in the historical records of the Anti-Japanese Salvation Army, he would definitely regard this middle-aged man as an ordinary northern peasant.

"Sir Liu, is there anything wrong with coming to me?" Seeing that Liu Lang kept smiling and looking at himself without speaking, the middle-aged man finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Liu Lang hesitantly.

"Wang Pinglu, a native of Rehe Zunhua, joined the Red Party in the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, and was ordered to join the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army in April of the thirty-third year of the Republic of China. Liu Lang chuckled.

The middle-aged man's eyes froze slightly, and he shook his head and said, "Chief Liu, I don't quite understand what you're talking about. ”

"Haha, Camp Commander Wang, I didn't understand! Then I will repeat the tasks assigned to you by your Zunhua Special Committee, and wait for the opportunity to guide Sun Yongqin's subordinates to join the ranks of the people. Liu Lang laughed.

When he heard Liu Lang describe his tasks word for word, the middle-aged man was straight, and his eyes under the two thick eyebrows stared at Liu Lang sharply, which was very different from the image of the northern man who had been in the north before, and he had a lot more momentum.

"Since Head Liu has already talked about this, it is meaningless for Wang to conceal it, I don't know what Director Liu has to say." Wang Pinglu, who had already felt that his identity had been revealed, was talking while staring at Liu Lang with his eyes, but on the other hand, he quietly touched his hand to his waist.

Liu Lang's personal strength is not unseen by Wang Pinglu, who is the commander of a battalion, he is definitely the master of the three armies, but the people who come out of the red army have a common virtue, that is, no matter how strong you are, you have to fight first.

The courage of the vast majority of the Red Army Party members is definitely much stronger than that of most of the Kuomintang Party in this era.

Even if he knew that Liu Lang was born in the Kuomintang and was surrounded by his guard company, Wang Pinglu, who is now called a red bandit by the Kuomintang, has no intention of tying his hands.

"Hehe, Battalion Commander Wang, no, Commissioner Wang, you don't have to be nervous, now it's not south of the Great Wall, there is no Kuomintang Red Party, now there are only Chinese, I just appear as a military adviser to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, I want to have a good chat with you, if you don't want to talk, you can go out." Liu Lang hurriedly waved his hand to explain his intention.

By the way, he stopped this Wang commissioner who successfully persuaded Sun Yongqin in the past time and space, and it was better not to pull out the box cannon in his waist.

Seeing that Liu Lang always smiled and stood with his hands in his hands, he had no intention of disfavoring himself at all, Wang Pinglu was also a little unsure of the meaning of Liu Lang's move, "It's no problem to talk, but don't say it if it's persuasion, I, Wang Pinglu, will never be a lackey of your Kuomintang." ”

Liu Lang really wanted to use his teeth to express his admiration for the directors of the drama, it turned out that they could fabricate bun thunder and shoot 800 miles with one shot, but in this kind of righteous Ling Ran's lines, there is really no nonsense, and the red party people really like to talk about it.

But how to say it! Liu Lang still admires them in this era. In this era, they have nothing but faith, no rights, no wealth, but the vast majority of them still choose something that is firm in their spirit.

It is not without reason that history finally chose them.

Of course, this is also the most important reason why Liu Lang chose to see Wang Pinglu, the peasant army is not short of equipment and supplies now, and Deng Wenbu, who will be stationed in Qinglong Mountain, 300 miles away, will be the captain of their transport brigade in the future. What they lack now is spiritual things.

Liu Lang believes that in this regard, the red troops, who have no one to stand out, are absolutely the best guides.

From afternoon to evening, and then from evening to late at night, Liu Lang talked with this underground person of the Red Army for four hours, and when Liu Lang sent Wang Pinglu out of the tent, the two had already clasped their hands tightly together, very comradely.

Wang Pinglu left satisfied.

Liu Lang was also very satisfied, he not only solved the current problems encountered by the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, but he also finally took advantage of this to send his olive branch to the Red Army.

Liu Lang believes that with this contact, the next time, the red army will not be more vigilant, and Taizu, who will return to the supreme power of the red army after two years, will make the red army more broad-minded, especially in this era.

Soon, on the second day, under the auspices of Sun Yongqin, Wang Pinglu, the former commander of the Third Battalion of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, was promoted to deputy commander of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, presiding over the work of the newly established political department of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army. The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army will abolish the regimental and battalion establishment and will be divided into four corps, each with a squadron below the squadron and a detachment below the squadron, and each corps and squadron will have a deputy captain in charge of ideological work.

If someone who is more familiar with the red troops, they will be surprised to find that, in addition to the different official titles, those leaders who are in charge of ideological work are clearly political commissars and instructors in the red troops.

Those squadrons and detachments are the former companies and platoons, but the scale has been slightly expanded, and this division will make the troops more flexible, and when fighting the Japanese army, they can also mobilize the corresponding forces more quickly to participate in the battle.

When the Anti-Japanese Salvation Army began all this, Liu Lang and Deng Wen's cavalry brigade quietly embarked on the way home.

PS: For what some book friends said about advocating the Red Party again, Fengyue feels that the choice of history has its inevitability, Fengyue will not deliberately advocate and will not be black, and try to stand on a fair position, but, for all of us now have a peaceful life, we should still learn to be grateful after all, not just to abuse and attack. Fengyue was held in Nanning on December 2.