The little boy said goodbye to his aunt and went for a walk on the street. He saw a few beggars on the street begging for a few coins, so he happily ran to the mosque in the west.
Xiaowuzi followed quietly.
Near the mosque is a gathering place for Muslims. On both sides of the narrow alley are shabby thatched houses and bamboo sheds. It hasn't rained at all these days, but the ground in the alley is full of black and smelly water. Pedestrians have to jump on broken bricks every few steps.
Two little beggars, only four or five years old, held in their hands a handful of change that the kindhearted person had just given, ran to a half-grown man and handed it to him, and then ran away happily, with joy on their faces.
The half-year-old boy was probably about the same age as the fifth boy, but he was not as tall as the fifth boy, and he was also skinny and skinny. After taking the money, he lowered his head and got into a straw shed.
Xiaowuzi followed him and got in.
The young man was very alert. When he heard someone following him, he turned around and took out a knife from his waist, with a wary look on his face.
"Gaha?"
Xiaowuzi smiled slightly and said, "I'll ask your boss to come."
Xiaonian said again: "Here, I have the final say. What do you do?"
Xiao Wuzi looked around and saw a chair next to the Eight Immortals table, so he sat down generously, took out the gun from his waist and put it on the table with a "bang".
"I'll say it again, call your bosses. If you talk nonsense to me again, don't tell me I'll kill you?"
When the young man saw the gun, he was startled and a little scared, but he still walked to the backyard with an angry look on his face.
After a while, a click was heard, and the sound of click came from far to near. The door curtain opened, and a middle-aged man came in, leaning on crutches under his armpits. He was somewhat bald, but had thick eyebrows and a stubble on his face. He came in and looked Xiao Wuzi up and down, clasping his hands in his fists
"There is a cloud in the northwest sky. Where can the gods come to visit?"
Xiao Wuzi also clasped his fists: "We share a flower from all over the world, and the green forests in the world are one family."
The middle-aged lame man leaned his crutches against the wall, raised his legs and sat on the kang, and pointed at the big kang: "Come here, crutch on the platform and chew grass?"
Xiaowuzi clasped his fists again: "The boss is throwing away thousands of dollars."
The lame man used the pipe pot to dig out the smoke in his pocket, and answered: "Tiger head and ten thousand men."
Xiao Wuzi said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you are all a liar. I won't follow your heresy anymore. My name is Xiao Wuzi. I am from Emu Haishan Camp. I have been separated from my brothers. I came to Brother Wang just to ask Brother Wang for help." I want to know which mountain top the Haishan Camp will settle on?"
While talking, he took out a few bills from his pocket, about a hundred yuan, put them on the kang and pushed them forward.
"A little thought, buy a pair of shoes for the children."
In this era, more than one hundred yuan was a lot of money for the boss. Wang Laizi's little eyes flashed with gold as he looked at the stack of money.
Wang Laizi lit his pipe and took a puff. He was silent for a long time and then said slowly:
"If you ask others, I really don't necessarily know. If you ask Lao Haishan, you're still asking."
After Lao Haishan separated from Xiao Wuzi, he led his team out of camp and headed eastward into the mountains. Although spring had begun, the snow in the mountains had not melted at all and it was still as cold as winter.
The Japanese at the consulate did not get the letter until dark in the afternoon. It was said that the workers in the mine had rioted and killed about a hundred people from the mine protection team in the Qianyao mining area and a small group of Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese officer was so angry that he almost killed the messenger. In the evening, the whole city was under martial law. He sent a squadron of men and horses, fully armed and equipped with guns, to chase into the mountains to the east.
When we chased them to the mountainous area, there was no way left. I looked at the footprints left by these people and couldn't go any further.
The Japanese officer had no choice but to retreat, leaving a small team of people to monitor here, and led the others back home.
Lao Haishan seized more than 40 horses in the mine. In this era, horses were the most important means of transportation in Guandong. After the team entered the mountainous area, everyone abandoned the carriage and tied most of the goods to the horses, leaving the remaining shoulders Pick up a carry bag so that you can enter the deep mountains where there are no roads. The Japanese, on the other hand, could only look back and sigh, because they did not dare to abandon the heavy weapons pulled by carts and venture into the mountains.
But Lao Haishan's team separated in the mountains near Tui Tuan.
Yang Baoqing was a company deputy of the national army. He heard that there were people from their national army in Mudanjiang, so he told Lao Haishan and Zhang Guorui that he wanted to find their people.
In fact, in the Northeast at this time, Ma Zhanshan, Feng Zhanhai and other people who were flying the banner of the National Army had long been dispersed by the Japanese. Where was the National Army left? They didn't know where they heard such unreliable news.
Zhang Guorui is an old party member who used to have a grudge against these beleaguered troops. Although the Kuomintang and the Communist Party have now joined forces and fought against Japan together, Zhang Guorui still has nothing to do with them. It's better to be separated, so as not to look at each other and get upset.
Lao Haishan said to Yang Baoqing: "Brothers, we need to take care of each other when we meet in the future. However, there are ugly words ahead. If anyone surrenders to the enemy, it will be a mortal enemy, and there will be no friendship left."
Yang Baoqing smiled proudly: "Brother Haishan, I have nothing else but a loyalty to protect my family and my country. I would rather die than surrender to the enemy in this life. We will meet again soon." After saying that, he cupped his fists and led his dozen or so people. Go towards the mountain to the east.
At this point, there were only about thirty people left in the team. However, Lao Haishan is a local tiger. He has been hanging out in the Emu, Dunhua, and Mudanjiang areas in recent years, and he is very familiar with this place.
Therefore, Lao Haishan sent out green forest posts widely, recruited troops, and restored his Haishan camp. Within two or three months, his previously separated brothers came to surrender one after another. With Eighth Route Army prisoners of war as the backbone, his team expanded to more than 200 people.
In June, in the wilderness, someone betrayed them and they were blocked in the village by Japanese soldiers.
The Haishan Battalion fought their way out, fought their way out, and rushed out.
This battle resulted in heavy losses, with only fifty or sixty people remaining, and everyone was injured. Haishanying had no choice but to go north and entered Shulan and Wuchang territory.
Later, there was no news from Haishan Camp, and these people seemed to disappear out of thin air.
When Wang Laizi said this, he stopped. At this time, he had smoked three bags of cigarettes. He said that this was all he knew. He knew such details because his younger brother Wang Laoer joined the Haishan Camp in May. In that battle, Wang Laoer didn't know whether he would live or die.
Wang Laizi is the boss of Jiaohe Street and is relatively well-informed. If he didn't know the news, no one would know it either.
Xiaowuzi was very grateful to Wang Laizi. Although he had not found the team yet, he still knew the general direction.
Songjiang Bao, Weizi of the Du family. The fifth son lived in the uncle's house and tidied it up. The grass on the house was changed, the kang was dug out, the yard was leveled, and he went up the mountain to cut a lot of firewood and came back. I was so tired these days that I just slept on the pillow, and my days were very fulfilling.
Du Kui returned to the office and his men told him that there was a letter. He tore it open and a bullet fell out. Du Kui was shocked. When I opened the letter, there were only a few words. The first was to thank him for taking care of Sun Guizhi and his wife, and the second was to ask him to help find Liu Youde. It was signed to Xiao Wuzi.
Cold sweat broke out on Du Kui's forehead. He knew Xiao Wuzi very well. As soon as he left his house that day, there was a riot in the mine the next day. It is said that more than a hundred Japanese soldiers and mine protection teams died. The Japanese barracks was filled with blood that day, and then Xiaowuzi disappeared. No one believed that it had anything to do with him.
Two days ago, Du Kui's immediate boss, the hard-working deputy director of the police station, was hanged at home.
The police went to a lot of people but found no clues at all. It was obvious that it was a homicide, but they couldn't find the perpetrator. They finally decided to commit suicide.
Du Kui was really scared. He went home and greeted Sun Guizhi. He took Guizhi's hand and said, "Xiao Wuzi is not coming back? If you see him again, tell him that I want to talk to him. This child may have some feelings for me." It’s a misunderstanding. This needs to be explained clearly so that we can deal with it in the future.”
Sun Guizhi said: "This child has returned to our village. If you want to find him, we have to go back. We just happen to go back to see the old man."
