"Director Zhou, this surnamed Yang is too arrogant, he is a few oldest, he dares to hang us here for almost half an hour, I don't think he wants to be the captain anymore!"

In the living room of the town hall in Jieshou Town, several people in gray cloth and cotton jackets are sitting here, and the water in the teacups has been filled several times.

Yang Ling's delay in showing up made a major adjutant who followed General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, to the capital of the border look a little impatient.

"Sir, please drink tea, please drink tea......"

Qian Fuming, the clerk who was temporarily transferred to be responsible for receiving the guests, saw the impatient appearance of this major officer, and he was also so anxious that his forehead sweated, but he couldn't help it, he had already sent someone to inform Yang Ling, he didn't come for a long time, and he didn't leave, so he could only accompany him here, adding tea over and over again.

"Drink tea, drink tea, you know to add tea to us, this tea is tasteless—" Another arrogant adjutant slammed his teacup on the table, also very dissatisfied.

"Chiefs, I'll send someone to see if Chief Yang has come back, the main thing is that our Chief Yang military affairs are too busy, this has just been a bloody fight with the devil, we don't have enough manpower, all aspects need to be handled by Chief Yang personally, please bear with me if I neglect it......" Qian Fuming delayed the time as tactfully as possible.

"You hurry up and call the man surnamed Yang over, you neglect Director Zhou, you don't have his good fruit to eat!" Adjutant Major urged.

"Hey, what are you anxious about, people have said that military affairs are busy, it's only been half an hour, and you can't sit still?"

Seeing that his adjutant looked impatient, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, sat there calmly.

"Director Zhou, it's not that we're in a hurry, I see that this surnamed Yang won a battle and went up with his tail in the sky, and he didn't take you seriously......" The adjutant of the major explained with a look of grievance.

General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department of the Theater of Operations, said with a smile: "I don't think there is any slackness, this is someone to accompany the hospitality, and it is good tea, we are uninvited, we are just disturbing other people's handling of military affairs, how can it be said that people don't talk about us, if you can't sit still, you can go outside."

The two adjutants glanced at each other, both of them shrunk their necks, and the cold wind was howling outside, who would want to go outside to suffer.

Qian Fuming was relieved when he saw General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, speak, he didn't expect this chief to be so easy to speak, otherwise he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"You go and get busy, let's sit here and wait a little longer."

Seeing that Qian Fuming was still standing next to him and laughing, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, waved him to get busy.

"Yes, sir."

Qian Fuming exited the house as if he had been amnestied, and hurriedly summoned the guards and asked them to hurry up and see what was going on with Yang Ling, who hadn't come over yet.

At this moment, Yang Ling, surrounded by a group of staff officers, strode towards the courtyard of the town office.

Qian Fuming saw that Yang Ling had finally passed, as if he had found the backbone of the main heart, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Chief Yang, if you don't come again, I don't know what to do." Qian Fuming also reported to Yang Ling with a bitter face.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "What, what else can be difficult to live in?"

Qian Fuming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Director Zhou has a good temper, but the two adjutants he brought are not good birds, and they have been saying bad things about you, sir."

Yang Ling waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's hard for you, you go and prepare the food first, I'll go."

"And to what standard is dinner prepared?" Qian Fuming asked Yang Ling, after all, this is the lieutenant general director of the theater command, so he can't be lazy.

Yang Ling thought for a while and ordered: "It's better to prepare according to our usual food, and see if we can get a fish to make a braised fish, and then make a few jars of burning knives, this weather can warm up your body."

"Yes, I'll go get ready." After Qian Fuming wrote it down, he immediately strode away.

Yang Ling tidied up his wrinkled military uniform, took a deep breath, and strode towards the meeting room.

He had just confirmed with the provincial commissioner that the person at the head of the line was indeed Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department of the Theater Command.

Although Yang Ling didn't know what a lieutenant general director was doing in such a dangerous place, it was a blessing or a curse, and he couldn't avoid it, so he still decided to meet Lieutenant General Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department who he had never met, in person.

Liu Sheng, Lei Xiong and other staff officers automatically stopped at the door, and Yang Ling crossed the threshold by himself and walked into the living room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Director Zhou and the adjutants who were talking in the room all looked up at the door in unison.

Although there were photos in this era, they were not as widespread as mobile phone photography, and only some newspaper reporters were equipped with them, so although it was a relationship between superiors and subordinates, the two sides had never seen each other in this occupied area.

Yang Ling was dressed in a straight military uniform, although his boots looked a little shabby, but his steps were sonorous and powerful, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge.

Looking at such a heroic and sharp young general, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, who was slightly fat, seemed to see what he looked like when he was young at the Whampoa Military Academy.

"The First Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, Colonel Captain Yang Ling has met Chief Zhou!"

Yang Ling suddenly retracted his feet a few steps away from Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, slammed his heels on the ground, and stood up to salute Director Zhou Fu with a standard military salute.

Seeing that Yang Ling exuded the iron-blooded and strong style unique to a soldier, General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department of Huangpu, couldn't help but feel a good feeling in his heart and hurriedly stood up.

"Captain Yang, hello, I am Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department of the Theater Command, the No. 1 Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu can fight, and has won consecutive battles, your Captain Yang has made great contributions, I saw it today, and I really have an extraordinary bearing, haha." General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, returned a military salute to Yang Ling, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

Yang Ling also put down his saluting hand and shook hands with Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department: "Director Zhou praised falsely, the brothers fought hard to win the battle of the Northern Jiangsu Corps, and I, Yang Ling, didn't dare to be greedy for merit, but Director Zhou came from afar, and I lost my welcome, and I lost my courtesy......"

"Hmph, Captain Yang still knows that he has lost his manners, we all waited for half an hour before showing up, your shelf is very big-" The major adjutant stood next to him, and when he saw that Yang Ling did not shake hands with him, he opened his mouth in a strange manner.

"Who is this?" Yang Ling's gaze turned to the stingy major, and his gaze was a little more fierce.

"Captain Yang, let me introduce you, this is Adjutant Liu Wei, who works part-time in the Staff Office of the Theater Command."

"Oh? It turned out to be Adjutant Liu. ”

Yang Ling only glanced sideways slightly, and then turned his gaze back to Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department: "Chief Zhou, you have come from afar, and I have already ordered someone to prepare wine and food for you to catch the wind and wash the dust......"

Liu Wei, the adjutant of the major with a proud face, thought that he was from the theater command and was also the adjutant of Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, and his words still had a little weight, and he made things difficult for Yang Ling, but he also wanted to brush up his sense of existence.

After seeing Yang Ling just let out an oh, he continued to talk to Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, and ignored him at all, which really made him angry, but seeing that Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, was present and had a bad attack, his face was flushed.