A fat, bald man wearing a monk's uniform walked towards him, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his round head:
"Amitabha, fellow military brothers, the monk is being polite." The monk put his hands together and saluted everyone.
He was carrying a front-loading gunpowder gun and a large cloth bag hanging on his body, which contained several homemade bombs instead of scriptures.
"Monk?" Long Wenwen came over with a gun in his hand and looked him up and down curiously: "Is this army yours?"
"The donor is joking. This is a revolutionary team. We are all like-minded comrades. There is no one who belongs to whom." The monk replied with a smile, and his unhurried tone sounded like a Zen.
"Oh, it's you!"
Sure enough... there was an acquaintance in the team, the guy who was full of ideals and passion.
The little bookworm excitedly ran to Liao Mingyu, patted the rifle in his hand and said happily: "Sir, you see I have my own gun now."
It was an old-fashioned weapon made in Hanyang. The handguard of the gun body was severely worn, and there was still visible rust on the bolt.
The little bookworm wanted to pull the gun bolt to show Liao Mingyu his progress, but the gun bolt was stuck and he couldn't move.
"Why can't you pull it open? I just fired a shot."
Liao Mingyu laughed secretly. He shook his head and said nothing. He picked up a small Japanese 38 cap from the ground and pulled the bolt cleanly with a "crack" sound:
"Look at this gun. It's much stronger than yours." He handed the rifle to the little bookworm.
The little bookworm took it and tried it, smiling so hard that the corners of his mouth were about to split: "Haha, yes, it's just a bit long, so I can use this one for comrades who don't have guns."
"Don't keep your finger on the trigger. Normally, the muzzle of the gun should be pointed down, and the safety should be closed. If you see that there is no cover behind the butt, hold it down and turn the bolt to close it."
Liao Mingyu patiently taught him how to use this 38-position, and this naive young man in the second grade of middle school made him feel a little unbearable.
If according to the plot, he will die under the gunpoint of the Japanese tomorrow. I hope his fate can be changed this time.
"Okay, let's go find some bullets on the little devil." Liao Mingyu said.
"good!"
The little bookworm smiled silly and joined the team that was cleaning the battlefield.
The 38-style style that the Sichuan Army looked down upon became a rare treasure in their eyes. The crooked machine gun was held in the hands of a guerrilla fighter and played around. It was obvious that it was their first time coming into contact with these weapons and they had no idea how to use them.
No matter what, it was worth the trip for them, and this group of people could now be regarded as exchanging a shotgun for a cannon.
However, the ruthlessness with which they cleaned up the battlefield was comparable to that of Kang Ya back then. Apart from guns and ammunition, all the clothes, pants and big-toe shoes they could get were stripped off by the little devils.
The little bookworm also kicked off his worn-out cloth shoes and put on the little devil's big leather shoes. However, it seems that the art of tying shoelaces was not taught in his school. After working on it for a long time, he got stuck.
A young soldier next to him shook his head helplessly, knelt down and tied his shoelaces for him.
"It's time to learn on your own. When I get chopped up alive by little Japanese, no one will teach you."
The soldier patted his leg, as if he was a big brother taking care of his younger brother without any objection at all. The little bookworm just kept giggling.
They all look like a group of fools, but it is this group of fools who are active in the isolated enemy-occupied area and never give up.
They come together to support each other. Everyone has the same soul and belief, and they will fight until death for what they expect in their hearts.
"Amitabha, my little monk's name is Shihang. Why do you brothers come to Heshun Town?" The fat Master Shihang introduced himself with a single hand, and at the same time he also asked everyone in the Sichuan Army.
"We are here to save people. What happened just now is too troublesome for you."
Liao Mingyu nodded to him. He did not tell Master Shihang about the investigation plan. After all, no one could predict whether these people would be captured by the Japanese one day. For the sake of operational safety, it was better not to say anything.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. We all fight against Japanese invaders, so this small favor is nothing." Shihang laughed loudly and carelessly, wiping the sweat on his forehead, he suddenly remembered something:
"By the way, if you want to save people, you should speak quickly. One of the little Japanese squadrons lives in Ciliang Temple. It's nine and a half miles away. They will be here in a short time."
"Well, I know that the Japanese equipment is of no use to us. You can take it and leave as soon as possible." Liao Mingyu also gave a Namaste. He still respected Master Shihang.
In the original time and space, he sent a group of Sichuan regiments across the suspension bridge, but he did not go over. He used a bomb to blow up the suspension bridge at the other end to stop the pursuing Japanese soldiers.
In the end, there was no explanation for his ending, but almost all the guerrillas sacrificed to cover Long Wenwen and others.
Perhaps Master Shihang did not live alone in the end, and chose to face death calmly with his companions.
They seemed like a mob, but they did not hesitate at all when facing the test of life and death. In the end, they just said to the retreating Sichuan Army soldiers: Just leave some grenades for us.
They are all unyielding men who will fight to the death!
"Leader, as your chief of staff, I have to make a suggestion. It is true that the guns are unanimous, but you'd better stay away from these people. These are the reds we avoid like the plague."
Meng Fanglia was a little worried. People with this kind of stance were the easiest to manipulate.
"In fact, they deserve to be respected." Liao Mingyu said seriously.
Before Meng Fan could answer, he shouted to the others: "It's time to go, the little devil is not deaf, he will be here soon!"
Everyone returned to Mr. Meng's yard. Liao Mingyu asked Meng's mother and Jiumei to quickly pack their things and prepare to set off with them, while the others were checking equipment and reloading in the yard.
Meng Yanzhi shuttled among the crowd, looking at this and that, but everyone was too busy to care about him now.
Seeing that no one in the investigation team was paying attention to him, he ran to Meng Fanlian again to try to get a response from his son: "Bring my book with you!"
Meng Fanlai turned around and didn't want to talk to him. Meng Yanzhi ran to him again and continued: "Bring my book with you?"
Meng Fan was extremely uncomfortable. He was still thinking about those books. He frowned and looked at his father, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
"What's that look in your face?"
For some reason, Meng Yanzhi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his son's fierce eyes, but his self-esteem did not allow Meng Fanle to be disrespectful to him.
"I asked you to bring me the books! Did you hear that? Isn't there room for a desk in China in such a big country!?"
"I'll take you, uncle!"
Meng Fan couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the rifle and pressed it against his father's chest...
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