It is really difficult to control the volume of the voice. If it is too small, it may not be heard on the hill. If it is too loud, what if the enemy hears it again?
Shang Zhen began to listen carefully again.
There was still no movement from above for a whole moment, but Shang Zhen didn't give up. Just when he was about to throw stones again, someone above him spoke.
"Who do you think you are? I can't hear you clearly!" A voice above said in an innocent voice. Shang Zhen laughed when he heard the voice. It was obviously the voice of Ernie.
Only this idiot would talk like this when he couldn't figure out whether he was one of his own.
"I'm Shang Zhen! Ma Gan'er!" Shang Zhen said, slightly raising his voice.
In order to show his identity, he had no choice but to use his original nickname!
Once the hemp comes out, who can compete with it? This time it worked, and voices came from above again.
"Eh? Ma Gan'er!" The voice was silly, and there was a surprise in it. It was said by Er Jiazi.
"Who is Ma Gan'er?" The other voice sounded a little childish and full of doubts, but it was the sound of a small dustpan.
Little Dustpan joined Shang Zhen's group relatively late. When he joined, Shang Zhen had already become very good at fighting. Shang Zhen had already grown up at that time, so no one called him by his nickname anymore. I am familiar with Shang Zhen with a small dustpan, but I am not familiar with Ma Gan'er.
"Why did you come back again?" Erhanzi Hanhan's head poked out from the rock on the top of the mountain.
"There's so much nonsense, just pull down the rope and I'll climb back up!" Shang Zhen replied.
"Oh." Erhanzi responded, but then he said, "The rope broke (shé), the tiger pillar fell, and I only have half of it left!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you think of belts, sleeves, and trouser legs!" Shang Zhen really didn't know what to do.
But at this time, Shang Zhen also understood where the problem was today.
This problem is similar to what he had speculated before, that is, their rope leggings were broken for some reason. It may have been buckled or broken.
Then Hu Zhuzi fell halfway up and down. Unprepared, Hu Zhuzi yelled, and then he was heard by the sentry at the temporary medical point of the Japanese army. What happened next was unknown. Someone he's experienced.
A rustling sound sounded, and in the hazy night, the rope that was taken over again was really pulled down from above by Erhanzi.
Although the Japanese army's flares became weaker, Shang Zhen still managed to capture the rope end. He raised his toes and reached hard and finally caught it. The rope end was the clip on the front of a belt.
The Japanese army's flares became weaker, and the sound of "clang, clatter" came from the darkness. Finally, Shang Zhen pulled the rope and pushed himself to the top of the mountain by the Erhanzi and the small dustpan.
"Are you two alone?" Shang Zhen asked after taking a breath.
"Yeah." Erhanzi replied.
"You just said that Hu Zhuzi broke the rope and fell. Is he okay?" Shang Zhen asked again.
"It should be okay. I heard him say from below that his butt hurt so much from the fall!" replied the little dustpan.
Now the little dustpan and Erhanzi are also helpless.
They used leggings to get a rope to climb down, and one of them had to come first. The two of them climbed down last, and the tiger pillar was the third to last one. But who would have thought that the rope would be halfway up the tiger pillar? It’s folded.
Trouble started when the rope broke. The two of them wanted to get down from the top for a while, but it was impossible.
The Japanese sentry came over again, so the people below followed Du Man and ran away, leaving the two of them behind.
"Ma Gan'er, hehe." Little Dustpan smiled. He naturally thought Shang Zhen's nickname was quite funny.
"It's just a fool, what are you doing?" Shang Zhen said angrily.
"How come you, who are so good at hitting, are called Ma Gan'er? Are you really thin?" Little Dustpan asked again.
"Of course I'm very thin. What's weird about my name being Ma Gan'er?" Shang Zhen disagreed.
Isn’t that what people’s nicknames are? There are all kinds of names. If you feel aggrieved if others call you Ma Gan'er, then what's the difference between those who are nicknamed Xigou, those who are called Shougou, those who are called Ergouzi, and even those who are called Goubuli in Tianjin? Who can reason?
"Don't be too big or small. Your name is Shang Zhen. He is our leader now." Erhanzi corrected the little dustpan.
"Yes, I won't bark anymore." Little Dustpan quickly admitted his mistake after hearing what Erhanzi said.
What is a boss? If we go by the saying that the little dustpan was originally a beard, Shang Zhen is their boss or the shopkeeper. How can anyone call the boss Ma Gan'er?
With a "boom" sound, the Japanese army fired up another illumination device.
At this time, Shang Zhen, Erhanzi, Xiao Dustpan and three people were lying on the top of the mountain, watching the lighting strip streaking over their heads like a shooting star.
There is no doubt that the Japanese army is still looking for the Chinese army, or in other words, they are looking for people who sneak attack on their medical points in the dark night.
Everything is under the light, and there is no escape. However, the Japanese army did not expect that Shang Zhen and the others would be lying on the highest point of the nearby mountain. Unless the Japanese army climbed to the top of the mountain, they would be able to escape. , otherwise no one can detect them.
But just when the flare exploded again and light appeared in the distance, there were bursts of gunfire again, and at this time Shang Zhen had a bad feeling.
"What was the name of the boy who went down with you Shang Zhen?" Little Dustpan asked grandly.
"Two percent son." Shang Zhen responded.
Shang Zhen's bad feeling was naturally because he thought of Er Chengzi.
There are still gunshots in the distance, and the Japanese army is still firing flares, which shows that Nichengzi still cannot escape the pursuit of the Japanese army.
This man is made of iron, how many nails can he twist? Shang Zhen, who had full confidence in Erchengzi, was already worried.
"That kid is hanging!" At this time, Little Dustpan said, despite his young age, his mind was spinning very fast, and he also thought of the problem that Shang Zhen was thinking about just now.
"It's okay!" Only Erhanzi said carelessly, "That kid's shooting skills are accurate!"
"You can't kill him if your marksmanship is accurate?" Little Dustpan said disapprovingly.
The little dustpan's words left Erhanzi speechless.
Shang Zhen had no idea. He turned over and climbed up and moved closer to the edge of the top of the mountain and started to look south.
Seeing Shang Zhen like this, Xiao Dustpan and Er Hanzi naturally crawled over.
It's just that the Japanese army's flares were weak at this time, and they couldn't see what was going on when they looked into the distance. But at this moment, where the gunshots were heard in the distance, a few lights suddenly appeared.
But at this moment, Shang Zhen heard a gunshot, and the light flickered.
Shang Zhen felt even worse. The fire should be the light of a torch, but the Japanese army actually lit a torch!
And just now there was a little fire flickering, it should be that the Japanese soldier holding the torch was killed by Ni Chengzi.
Just as Shang Zhen was thinking about it, he heard the gunshots getting closer and closer, and there was even the "click-click" sound of Japanese machine gun fire.
Er Chengzi, please don't die, I still want to learn how to shoot with you!
Shang Zhen, who had experienced the cruelty of the war, found a reason for himself, but rather than finding a reason for himself, it was better to say that he was secretly praying that Er Chengzi would be fine and giving Er Chengzi an excuse to survive.
