"Fu Shunzi!" Old Mao Wang shouted, and when he shouted, the soldiers around him looked at him in surprise.
Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, then his old face turned red, and then he became depressed.
Only then did he realize that Li Fushun was dead.
Although he did not see how Li Fushun died, Shang Zhen told him that his third brother Li Fushun was killed by a Japanese bomb and was not even buried at the time.
When Mr. Wang listened to Shang Zhen talk about Li Fushun's death, he didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's good to die. Once and for all, you don't have to worry about human affairs anymore."
That's what he said, but at that time even Shang Zhen felt Wang Lao Mao's uncontrollable despondency.
The morning sun was warm and bright, shining through the gaps between the trees on Wang Laomao's face, and his face became clear.
He already has wrinkles on his forehead, and the stubble on his chin is even heavier. If he weren't wearing a military uniform, his old face would give people the impression of an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life.
Mr. Wang took out the pack of cigarettes Hou Kanshan gave him yesterday from his pocket, took out one and lit it.
He took a long puff, and the spicy taste of the tobacco made him feel like he could forget something.
But when he blew out the smoke and it turned into light blue under the sunlight, one familiar face after another seemed to appear in the smoke, and the last one was Li Fushun.
"Forget it." Mr. Wang muttered to himself, and then shouted, "Go! Call those students!"
The reason why Mr. Wang calls him Li Fushun is because when he has something unclear, he is used to calling Li Fushun to come over for discussion.
But when he realized that Li Fushun was no longer here, and when he looked at the people around him, who did he discuss with?
Hou Kanshan only knows how to flatter horses, Chen Hanwen is sour and rotten, Qian Chuan'er is not familiar to him, and Er Fool is a fool at first sight. As for Li Fushun's cousin Ma Gan'er, let's forget about it.
Now he doesn't even have anyone with whom he can discuss matters. At this moment, he still has to make the decision on his own.
Soon the seven students stood in front of Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang's eyes swept over the faces of the seven students, seven young faces that were a little embarrassed but still full of energy.
Mr. Wang only knew that these students were students from Northeastern University in Shenyang. After Shenyang was occupied by the Japanese army, these students would go to the pass.
Ever since Mr. Wang met these students yesterday, they have either been fighting the Japanese army or being hunted down by the Japanese army.
When they were finally safe, it was already dusk, and everyone was very tired and wanted to drink water, eat and sleep.
But now that all the problems have been solved, some things must be faced eventually.
"Are you still going to the pass?" Wang Laomao asked.
Of course, the "Guan Nei" here refers to Shanhaiguan, and the so-called "breaking through Guandong" means leaving Shanhaiguan, and the Northeast is also a place outside the Guanhai, that is, Guandong.
"Of course I want to go." The male student wearing myopia glasses replied.
Mr. Wang frowned and asked again: "Are you all going?"
"All go." This time, Mr. Wang received a unanimous reply. Regardless of boys or girls, the seven students answered unanimously.
Mr. Wang lowered his head and frowned in silence.
"Sir, aren't you going? Or are you going to stay and continue fighting the Japanese invaders?" the male student asked carefully.
But he didn't get a reply from Mr. Wang, because Mr. Wang was lighting his second cigarette.
Now that Mr. Wang was talking to these students, the soldiers around him naturally noticed it. When they saw the student asking this question, they also gathered around.
What the students asked was exactly what soldiers like Chen Hanwen, Hou Kanshan and others were concerned about.
Most of the people were looking at Mr. Wang, but Hou Kanshan looked at the three female students with twinkling eyes, especially the most beautiful one.
The reason why Mr. Wang remained silent was precisely because he could not make up his mind. Should he and the others stay in the three northeastern provinces or go into the customs with these students to find the main force?
If we stay, all the big cities and arsenals will be lost, and this war will probably be difficult to fight.
If they go to the pass to find large troops, their own battalion will be defeated. The battalion commander Zhang Lianjie is also missing and is probably killed in action.
Just a few of them went to other teams, why don't they use them as cannon fodder?
After Wang Laomao pondered, he naturally threw the problem to the students opposite.
The students looked at each other. At this time, the student wearing glasses finally asked in a low but firm voice: "Sir, I want to know why our troops have to withdraw to the pass?"
"Huh?" Mr. Wang raised his head and glanced at the male student.
He saw the stubbornness in the student's eyes through his glasses.
But will Mr. Wang answer their questions? Just like the discussion between him and his soldiers yesterday.
The answer is, that's impossible!
Mr. Wang didn't have any bad feelings toward these students, nor did he have any good impressions.
He really couldn't understand why these students came all the way to the pass, but he didn't want to discuss it with these students. In his mind, he was, you little brat, am I telling you this?
Because of disdain, because of contempt, the male student wearing round myopia glasses who asked him the question was already nicknamed "Glasses" by him.
Therefore, the disdainful Mr. Wang ignored the question about the glasses and asked instead: "If you still go to Guannei, Jinzhou has been lost now and there is no train, so you have to walk, and you may encounter people on the way. Aren’t you afraid of the Japanese?”
"We're not afraid!" Glasses replied.
The words about the glasses directly aroused Wang Laomao's inner chill.
Fuck, aren’t you afraid? Aren't you afraid why you would run away when you see the Japanese? And I lead people to risk their lives to protect each other? Pretend!
Although Wang Laomao did not express his position at this time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling.
From the look on his face, anyone who knew him well knew that he was laughing at this student in his heart.
It's just that Mr. Wang hasn't finished laughing at this man who doesn't know how high and thick the sky is, and the hair on his mouth hasn't fully grown yet, when another student answers.
"Jiujiu and Lao Qin fought together to fight the national calamity. We will fight until the end of the war until blood is shed." The student said loudly.
Um? The words spoken by this student were very impressive. Although maybe five and a half of the six soldiers didn't understand them, everyone looked at that guy.
This student looks just ordinary, with nothing outstanding about him. He wears ordinary student clothes. The shoes on his feet have "opened their mouths" and the buckle is also broken.
However, compared with the glasses just now, although his words were full of classical Chinese but not as sour as those glasses, the most important thing was that the momentum of his words still shocked Wang Laomao and the others.
"Say it again!" Wang Laomao couldn't help but increase his tone.
"Jiujiu and Lao Qin, we fought together to fight the national calamity. We will fight until the end of the war until blood is shed!" the student replied loudly again.
This time the student spoke more slowly and his tone increased.
This time, except for the first sentence "Jiujiu Lao Qin" that Mr. Wang and the others didn't understand, they understood the next three sentences.
For a moment, even Mr. Wang, including Mr. Wang, felt that his body suddenly felt warm, and that was the feeling of pulsating blood.
But the problem is that after saying this, Wang Laomao's face turned slightly red but he remained silent.
The student only had the courage to speak out with the passion of the young man. Seeing that the officer in front of him turned into the Xu Shu who entered Cao's camp again, he didn't know what to do.
"Actually, we are also afraid." This was the third person among the students who spoke.
The first person who spoke made Mr. Wang and the others' eyes light up, because the person who spoke was the most beautiful one among the three female students.
"The Japanese invaders are like wolves and tigers and lack education. How could we not be afraid?" the girl continued, "but we are more afraid of staying."
"Why?" Before Mr. Wang could speak, Hou Kanshan answered.
As for why Hou Kanshan wanted to grab the conversation? But there is only one answer: Hey, man!
"Have you seen the Japanese invaders kill our entire village? We want to fight the invaders but we don't have the ability yet, and those who have the ability have left, so why do we stay?" asked the female student.
Just one word from this female student was like a large horseshoe needle used to sew a food bag and was magically transformed into six small sewing needles, and then it was in the hearts of the six Northeastern Army soldiers headed by Wang Laomao. Prick hard!
This sentence is even more poignant than the sentence just now, "Until the blood is shed, there will be a truce until the death"!
It is the duty of a soldier to fight until blood is shed and there is no truce until death.
But to be honest, if a soldier's sense of honor is a little small, although this sentence can make their blood surge, it is not enough to get drunk like a person who drinks too much.
But what does this sentence "all the capable people have left" mean?
This is absolutely heartbreaking!
