The War of Resistance

After a while of rushing, Wang Laomao and the others finally ran four or five miles away. He felt that he should be fine, so he slowed down the marching speed.

Then he ordered the army not to stop, and to eat in shifts.

And how to change shifts to eat? That is, the people who ate first got into the carriage.

The so-called meal was a large pancake made of corn flour for one person, and there was even a dish, but the dish was beans stewed in meat oil!

When Wang Laomao and the others rushed into the village this time, they were rushing to a large family for dinner.

That family didn't eat a single bite, but they pulled them all back.

"Should be all right?" Hou Wangshan said

"Who knows." Wang Laomao replied, "No one can figure out what happened to Little Japan now, when they attacked the Peking University, they stepped on it in advance.

Now that they have occupied Jinzhou, who knows if there are any of them here. "

As low-level soldiers, Wang Laomao and the others did not know that the Japanese invaders had sent people to search for information on Chinese soil many years ago in order to occupy China.

Some of the maps drawn by the Japanese army are more detailed than those of the Chinese!

Now that the Japanese army has occupied Jinzhou, and there are still several cities on the way to North China, it is entirely possible for the Japanese army to conduct investigations in advance and even collude with traitors.

"These **** eyes are darkened, and they don't know where they are going in front of them." Old Mao Wang complained.

"Platoon leader, haven't you entered the customs?" Qian Chuaner asked beside him.

The implication of Qian Chuaner's words is undoubtedly that since you have entered the customs by train, you should have a general impression of where the train is going.

"Who can remember such details, you should remember pretty girls!" Old Mao Wang said dissatisfied.

It was only after Mr. Wang finished speaking that he felt that something was wrong. He glanced back subconsciously, and it seemed that the three female students didn't notice what he said, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Mao Wang is over forty, he is not young after all, he becomes more stable when he gets older, and he is always embarrassed to say inappropriate things in front of girls.

Qian Chuan'er suppressed the laughter in his heart, and didn't say anything more.

On the way, Qian Chuaner once discussed with Ma Erhuzi why Old Mao Wang was so proud of looking at the mountain.

Ma Erhuzi's answer was very simple, that is, Old Mao Wang has a gangster spirit.

Wang Laomao's military quality as a veteran is beyond doubt.

But just imagine that the old commander of their Northeast Army is a big bandit leader. How could his subordinates not be bandit-like?

Because Wang Laomao has a bandit spirit, he likes Hou Wangshan, a follower, to serve him.

In the same way, don't look at Wang Laomao and the others who went to the village just for a while, in addition to bringing in vegetables and food, they brought out dozens of catties of corn.

As for how the corn was made, do you still have to ask?

And just this, Hou Wangshan, who is Wang Laomao's follower, also said that this is the sound of gunfire outside. If it weren't for the sound of gunfire, we would have to make some white noodles!

Qian Chuaner also asked him, how do you eat the white noodles? Would you like to make dumplings?

Hou Kanshan replied, don't tell me, if I can get white noodles, I will bring out all the pots from that house!

Qian Chuan'er came to the air and said, save yourself, you don't have to carry the pot out of others, do you?

Hou Wangshan looked at the Erhanzi's malicious joy, which undoubtedly meant that Erhanzi was so big that he could be a cooking soldier.

"Platoon Leader Wang!" A crisp voice sounded, it was Leng Xiaozhi running up from behind.

The people in front naturally looked at Leng Xiaozhi.

Leng Xiaozhi's average stature is just over 1.6 meters, but her body proportions are very good, and she feels light when she runs, like a deer in the mountains.

Seeing Leng Xiaozhi approaching, Hou Wangshan couldn't move his eyes away.

"Just now you said that you couldn't figure out where this place is, I have a map in my hand!" When Leng Xiaozhi was talking, Old Mao Wang and the others noticed that Leng Xiaozhi was actually holding a roll of cardboard in his hand.

At this time, Old Mao Wang couldn't help but feel that his face had a fever. The female students behind him still heard what he said about beautiful women just now!

After Wang Laomao took the paper and opened it, he saw that the map of Liaoning Province was drawn on the hard paper, and the small circles representing the place names were very detailed one by one, but they were consecutive. The villages that entered the customs are all marked!

"I was afraid that we would have to walk here, so I found it from the school library." Leng Xiaozhi explained.

Before Wang Laomao praised Leng Xiaozhi, Hou Wangshan said in a low voice: "You are really a caring person!"

It's just that he didn't expect it, Leng Xiaozhi. Without even looking at him, he said, "Just use it, Platoon Leader Wang, then I'll go back first."

After speaking, they turned and left.

If it were someone else who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and they ignored it, they might just be flirting with each other.

But Hou Wangshan didn't feel it, but he still looked obsessively at Leng Xiaozhi's back when he was walking.

"Did you see the way that dead monkey looked at you?" Li Yajuan asked Leng Xiaozhi who had returned to her side.

"It's not a good thing, ignore him!" Leng Xiaozhi replied.

Now the three female students hate Hou Wangshan more and more.

It's just because Hou looked at the mountains and looked at them with bad eyes, and he was always indebted to people.

For example, when they went to steal corn earlier, they had a fight with the owner of the corn field.

But when the owner of the corn field saw that Shang Zhen had shot and killed two Japanese soldiers, he was paralyzed with fright.

Hou Wangshan, who came back later, gave the middle-aged man two big mouths at the beginning.

Yes, that middle-aged man fought with these students, and the students suffered a lot. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But this does not mean that these students have no basic concept of right and wrong.

After all, they were the ones who went to steal other people's corn, and they were only protecting their own things. What do you think about the two slaps that Shan owes Baden to others?

Thinking of Hou Wangshan's unpopularity, Leng Xiaozhi and Li Yajuan turned their gazes back to Shang Zhen beside him.

At this moment, Shang Zhen returned to his original appearance, fiddling with guns silently.

This time Shang Zhen made another contribution.

Two Japanese soldiers were killed, and two 38-type rifles were seized, as well as four round grenades.

But after his meritorious deeds, he did not have the high spirits after his deeds, but he was always thinking about the use of those Japanese guns and weapons.

Seeing Li Yajuan looking at Shang Zhen with affection again, Leng Xiaozhi laughed, "Like a piece of wood."

"It's not like wood, it's not a hemp stick, it's a sweet stick, the cutest sweet stick in the world." Li Yajuan added secretly.

"Then why don't you take a bite?" Leng Xiaozhi teased her.

"You think I dare not?" Li Yajuan pretended to be calm, and smiled shyly after a while, and Leng Xiaozhi also laughed lightly.

What Li Yajuan and Leng Xiaozhi said naturally belonged to the whispers of girls.

At this time, Shang Zhen didn't know that he had become the cutest sweet stick in the world, and this sweet stick became the nickname that the students secretly called him in the future.

Note: Sweet stalks are a kind of sweet sorghum, about the thickness of a thumb, and can grow more than two meters high. Just like sorghum or sugarcane, they are section by section. They are usually eaten as snacks, peeled off the outer skin and chewed. The flesh inside is sweet, and the residue is spit out after chewing.