My Spy Years

  Chapter 413 Parents (Chapter 4 [I Can’t Blow the Evening Wind You Blow] Leader Jiageng 66)

   After Cheng Qianfan had breakfast, he did not leave in a hurry, and chatted with his wife for a while.

  He secretly estimated the time, and said goodbye to his teacher He Xuelin at the time when Peng and Ou might be going out.

  Driving a car, Cheng Qianfan drove slowly on Ma Sinan Road.

   From a distance, he saw Professor Peng Yuou who was holding a book handout.

   "Professor Peng, good morning." Cheng Qianfan lightly pressed the horn.

   "Inspector Cheng? Good morning." Peng Yuou looked surprised when he saw Cheng Qianfan, "Who are you?"

   "I rested at the teacher's house yesterday." Cheng Qianfan stopped the car, "Professor Peng, where are you going? Fudan Public School is not closed yet?"

   "Classes are suspended, I have something to do on Father Jin Road." Peng Yuou said.

   "Father Jin's Road? I just want to go to the police station. Professor Peng, please get in the car. I'll take you for a ride." Cheng Qianfan said.

   "This?" Peng Yuou hesitated.

   "Get in the car, it's on the way." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.

   "Then I'm bothering you." Peng Yuou opened the door and got into the car.

  …

   "Are any of our comrades hospitalized at Bethel Hospital?" Cheng Qianfan whispered while passing a cigarette to Peng Yuou while driving.

   "What happened?" Peng Yuou asked in shock.

   There is indeed a comrade who is being treated at Bethel Hospital, and this person is Comrade Zhou Hongsu.

   Zhou Hongsu, who was supposed to leave Shanghai and join comrades in northern Jiangsu via Pengcheng, went to Dalian. He developed a gastric ulcer and vomited blood. The organization secretly arranged for Zhou Hongsu to be treated at Bethel Hospital.

   This is top-secret information at the top of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. How did Huo Miao know?

  'Huo Miao' would never ask about this matter for no reason, something must have happened.

   "Does this comrade have a six or seven-year-old child, a boy?" Cheng Qianfan said, "There is a small mole under the right cheek."

  Peng and Ou's guesses were confirmed, and it turned out to be Comrade Zhou Hongsu, who had a son whose situation was the same as that described by Huo Miao.

"Yes, we do have a very important comrade who is hospitalized in Bethel Hospital. He has a son with a mole under his right cheek." Up to now, Peng and Ou can only tell the truth. Looking at Cheng Qianfan, he asked eagerly, "What happened? Has anyone been arrested?"

  …

  Xidi Siwei Road.

   There was a scorching smell in the air, there were various dead bodies everywhere, and there were ruins everywhere.

  He Guan picked the blood scab on his face, his facial muscles twitched from the pain.

  His goal was achieved, and he became sober in an instant.

   "Old Yutou, here is a cigarette." He Guan stretched out his hand and said.

   No one answered.

  He Guan retracted his outstretched hand, and he turned his head to look not far away. Old Yutou was lying there with half of his head gone.

   "Brother, yes." A voice rang in his ear.

   "You're still alive, boy." He Guan turned his head, looked at the immature face in front of him, and took the dark red cigarette, which was soaked in blood and dried by the fire.

   He casually lit a red cigarette on the burning ruins not far away, and took a deep breath.

   "Little Nail, after this battle, I'll treat you to the crab roe buns from Chunfeng Deyilou." He Guan patted Little Nail on the head.

   "I want to eat noodles made by Er Niangqin right now." Little Nail said with a smile. While speaking, he shivered and his teeth chattered.

  One of his arms was gone, it was directly smashed by the machine gun, it broke off like a piece of lifeless wood, and fell to the ground.

  Everyone said, 'Little Nail, you are lucky, this is not dead. '

  Little Nail said, 'It's Erniang who is reciting Buddha's name, bless her'!

  Little Nail is not a soldier of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Regiment. According to the kid proudly said, 'Ah, it's a regular army'!

  He is a soldier of the 261st Brigade of the 87th Division. There are only three people left alive in the whole company, including him, and they are assigned to support the security regiment.

   Now, the other two are gone too.

  Quanlian is the only one left alive.

  …

   "The devil is coming up!"

  Following a hoarse roar, the roar of the tank was heard, and the ground trembled.

   "Everyone is here, ready to fight." Mao Zhipeng, deputy of the security regiment, roared.

   "Kill the devil!" He Guan spit out the red cigarette **** in his mouth and roared.

   "Kill the devil!"

   "Kill the devil!"

   "Brother." Little Nail shouted.

   "What are you doing?" He Guan said without looking back.

  Little Nail poked him with something.

  He Guan turned his head to look, and saw that Little Nail was holding a mace tied with a red string in his hand, "What for?"

  Speaking, He Guan said to himself, "With you, a Shaanxi cold boy, by my side, my mouth is full of Shaanxi flavor."

  Little Nail laughed, "Brother, this is the amulet worn by my mother since childhood. It is very powerful."

   "The amulet your mother gave you, what did you do for me?" He Guan said angrily.

   "Brother, it's not for you, you're holding it." Little Nail grinned, the pain of his broken arm made him shiver all the time, "After the war, brother, help me bring this to my mother."

   "What are you doing?"

   "Eh, it can't be given to my mother's pension. When she sees this, she can think of it, and have a thought."

   "You have to do it yourself." He Guan turned his head to the side, "I can't help you with this."

  …

  He understood why the little nail did this.

  The roar of the tank is getting closer and closer, and you can see the plaster flag on the bayonet of the Japanese soldiers following the tank.

  The deputy of the security regiment, Mao Zhipeng, shouted loudly and with red eyes, "The seriously wounded who can still move, follow me!"

   As he spoke, the man from Qingpu rushed out of the trench with a grenade in his arms.

   "Come on!"

   "Mother, the child is not filial!"

   "Mom, my son is leaving!"

   "Father, mother! My son is not filial!"

Twenty or so wounded with missing arms, broken legs, and injuries all over their bodies ran, rushed, or limped, holding grenades in both hands, holding them with one hand, pulling strings with their teeth gritted, and rushed away screaming. go out.

  He Guan just watched.

  His teeth rattled!

  His hands gripped the middle-of-the-road rifle tightly!

  He just looked at it.

  Looking at the little nail biting the string of the grenade with his teeth, he rushed out with the grenade in one arm.

  Looking at the body of the regimental deputy who rushed to the front was like a rag, directly torn to pieces by the Japanese machine gun.

  Seeing that everyone kept falling down, they couldn't rush in front of the tank at all.

  Little Nail is small, perhaps because of this reason, the enemy did not target him immediately, and let him get close to the tank.

   But, he couldn't go any further.

  He saw that Little Nail was shot in the leg, leaned forward, and fell directly two meters in front of the tank's advancing route.

  He saw the little nail's teeth yank the string, and let out a roar—

   "Brother, Er's house is in Zhao's house in Yulin..."

   Then there was a huge explosion.

  The tanks rested, and the Japanese soldiers started sprinting with long guns.

   "Bayonet!" He Guan had a grim face, and rushed out with a rifle in his hand, "Kill the devil!"

   "Come on!"

   "Kill!"

   "Kill the devil!"

   "Father, mother, the child is not filial!"

   "Mother, mother, the baby is gone!"

"kill-"

   Ladies and gentlemen, the double monthly pass has started. I am urgently looking for a double monthly pass, thank you.

   The 4th more **** [I can't blow the evening wind you blow] The leader added 6/6.

  (end of this chapter)