Chapter 0013 Actor!

Style: Historical Author: Chi Dong Shu alsoWords: 2195Update Time: 24/01/18 03:47:30
"Hahaha, Dragon Boat Festival, how did these brothers perform? Hahaha, even I almost believe it."

When Wei Zhengcai left, Lao Hulu laughed so hard that tears came from the corners of his eyes.

It turns out it was all an act.

Duanwu already knew about Wei Zhengcai's arrival when he met Sun Shiyu and Lao Kan.

Duan Wu guessed that the people Wei Zhengcai brought here were to supervise the battle team. Not only did they have no effect in fighting, but they also held Shang Fang's sword. When the time comes, the command power may not necessarily fall into whose hands.

Dragon Boat Festival cannot allow such a thing to happen, because if there are such capable people in the Eighty-eighth Division and the Eighty-seventh Division, I am afraid that the Battle of Songhu will not be fought so passively.

That's why Wei Zhengcai saw Duanwu's impassioned pre-war mobilization as soon as he entered the door, and was frightened away by Duanwu.

"Hmph, these people are not doing their business, they are just doing evil things. Did you see, there is another phone call, they are planning to stay away from us on the south bank!"

Duan Wu patted the phone and was furious.

Lao Hulu also said angrily: "Then I'll throw him down."

"It's not better to throw it down now. Let's put it on the second floor first and let the brothers cook. Everyone has been hungry all day."

"Okay!"

Lao Hulu responded and was about to move the phone to the second floor. However, at this moment, Zhou Dabang, a veteran of the security group, ran in and reported: "Sir, please go out and take a look!"

"how?"

Duanwu frowned, thinking that Wei Zhengcai had left and returned.

But when I went out and took a look, I realized I was wrong. Outside the courtyard gate of Sihang Warehouse, there was a mountain of supplies piled up.

There were more than 50 long and short rifles, machine guns, about 8,000 rounds of bullets, nearly 200 grenades, more than 300 pieces of gold, and dozens of gold and silver jewelry.

At this time, there was no one outside the courtyard gate. Duanwu asked: "Who sent it?"

Zhou Dabang replied: "There was a group of soldiers and civilians passing by just now. They heard the military song of the 29th Route Army in the warehouse, and they threw things at the door."

Looking at the supplies on the ground, Duanwu thought a little. Yuzhou Dabang said: "Find a few brothers and move all the supplies in. When the brothers arrive, share them with the previous ones."

"Sir? Do we really want to separate?"

Zhou Dabang suddenly said this.

"We will divide it, and we will divide it tonight."

Duanwu ordered him to go down, and then Duzi left alone.

Zhou Dabang hesitated for a moment, but still took the people and moved everything into the warehouse.

Looking at what was in front of them, the soldiers whose faces were covered with mud and sweat showed innocent smiles like children.

They all come from poor backgrounds, and they really have no resistance to things like money.

Money is life to the poor. Without money, there is no food. If you don’t have money, you can’t afford medical treatment. Without money, they have no choice but to beg on the streets.

Therefore, when a person is in a state of poverty for a long time, things like ideals and integrity will gradually leave them.

But for some reason, there was something strange in their hearts at this time. While they were happy, something seemed to be suppressing their joy.

But they couldn't stop because everyone was laughing.

Duanwu was also smiling, and motioned to Lao Hulu: "Divide these oceans equally. The officer will take an extra ocean, and I will ask Wei Zhengcai to send the money directly to everyone's homes."

"good!"

Lao Gourd was very happy, but when he picked up the ocean and was about to share it with everyone, his body suddenly froze.

Lao Hulu slowly turned around and said with a slightly frightened expression: "Dragon Boat Festival? You don't really want to defend Sihang Warehouse, do you? Is this, these, the life money of brothers?"

When he said this, Lao Hulu's hands kept shaking.

At the same time, others also looked at Duanwu with fearful eyes.

Duanwu showed a warm smile and denied: "Where, everyone is overthinking, it is inconvenient to carry money with you. And the kid will hit you at any time, who can guarantee that you will still be alive tomorrow? Now, we still have this condition, Wouldn’t it be nice to send money home?”

Dragon Boat Festival asked back, everyone suddenly realized, and then they scolded Lao Gourd for scaring someone to death. Pure nonsense.

Some people followed and started throwing things in their hands.

Depression and fear were once again far away from them. Some of them just stay here for two days, then leave this hellish place and go home to live their own lives.

I don’t know why, but they believe in the Dragon Boat Festival. Or maybe it's because Duanwu was just a third-rate unit in the local army.

Such an army has nothing to do with the word 'hero', so they don't believe that Dragon Boat Festival really dares to stay and fight the Japs to the death.

They gathered on the roof of Sihang Warehouse with their meals in hand. While eating, they watched the familiar song "Zou Maicheng" being sung on the Nan'an stage.

They didn't know why, but they were still laughing. But only Duanwu knew that the common people were extremely disappointed with the Central Army, and they were using this song to mock the Central Army's retreat.

"The sword is as bright as frost and the horse is as fast as flying. I ride alone and rush through the Changban siege..."

Dragon Boat Festival suddenly stood up and started singing. Although the tone was indeed a bit unsatisfactory, it was sonorous and powerful.

The soldiers raised their heads to look at the Dragon Boat Festival, their pride arose spontaneously in their hearts, and they actually started singing along.

The loud sound of opera spread to the south bank. Passers-by heard this and looked up at the roof of Sihang Warehouse.

A little girl pointed to the four-row warehouse that looked like a sleeping beast, and said in a childish voice: "Mom, there is someone on the top of that building."

The mother looked along her daughter's fingertips with a smile on her face: "That's where the military uncles are guarding. As long as they are there, we will be safe."

"Um!"

The little girl nodded fiercely and continued to look up at the figure on the top of the building who could not be seen clearly, and the tune that she could not understand.

At the same time, more and more people were watching.

"Look, they're not gone, they're still here!"

"Well done, they are great!"

"Brothers, you sing well! Well done!..."

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Among the onlookers, some were delighted, and some even wanted to shout a few cheers to the Sihang Warehouse on the North Bank.

Dragon Boat Festival and others opened their voices more and more and sang "Changbanpo".

On the North Bank stage, everyone stopped when they heard Chang Banpo's lyrics. They looked towards the south bank together and actually smiled knowingly.

The old master said: "Since people like to listen to Changbanpo, then from now on, we will sing Changbanpo every day."

The young apprentice asked: "How long will it take to sing?"

The old master sighed and said, "Sing until there is no one in the building opposite."

In other words, even an actor understood at this time that such an army would not be able to hold on for long.

Because just imagine, if more than 700,000 regular troops cannot win a battle, how can a mere 100 local troops win?

But at the same time, they are also looking forward to a miracle! ...