The soldiers were generally not tall. Although no one among them stood up, they were not as tall as a small dustpan.
You must know that Xiao Dustpan is the shortest among Shang Zhen and the others.
If you only looked at their heads, Shang Zhen felt that those officers and soldiers looked more like Japanese.
But looking at their ragged clothes, wearing straw sandals, and a few of them carrying old rifles, they were obviously Chinese soldiers.
If Shang Zhen and the others, who had marched long distances and fought a battle with the Japanese army, were like coolies working at the dock, then these soldiers were like beggars!
However, the clothes they wore in the shabby house were all standard clothes. They were obviously soldiers.
Shang Zhen and the others were all looking at this team, and the people in that team were also looking at them.
It's just that Zhang Zhen and the others looked at the soldiers with curiosity, while those soldiers looked at Shang Zhen and the others with a common look.
"I don't know which miscellaneous army they are from." Hu Zhuzhu muttered in the team.
Hu Zhuzi's voice was always loud. Although he felt that his voice was already very low, there were still soldiers on the opposite side looking at him, and they had already heard his strange words.
"Shut your stupid mouth! You're talking as if you're not a ragtag army." Mr. Wang scolded angrily.
Hu Zhuzhu was speechless.
Yes, it’s as if the Northeastern Army is not a miscellaneous army.
Even though the Northeastern Army now bears the name of the Central Army, it is still a miscellaneous army.
They are a miscellaneous army. In Northeastern dialect, they can be called Bu Yanchou.
What does it mean not to smoke? It means that your status is too low, and others won’t give you cigarettes because they look down on you!
Therefore, compared with other miscellaneous armies, the Northeast Army is only half a pound to half a pound, and no one can pick anyone.
At this time, Qiu Bo had already asked from the front: "Who are you brothers from? Do you know where the 67th Army is?"
The soldiers looked at Qiu Bo but no one responded, as if Qiu Bo was nothing but air.
Okay, no need to ask, people heard what Hu Zhuzhu said just now!
"What does this mean? Were they all deafened by the Japs' cannon?" Qiu Bo muttered in a very low voice.
Although Shang Zhen and the others also fought positional battles, the most Japanese artillery fire they experienced was infantry artillery.
Although the lethality of the infantry cannon was already astonishing, they had also heard of shells that were thicker than that of the infantry cannon.
When that kind of shell explodes, the shock wave and explosion sound can completely deafen people.
Qiu Bo saw that the camp was full of injured soldiers and still ignored him, so naturally he couldn't get angry with them.
At this time, Mr. Wang stepped forward.
He directly took out a box of cigarettes, smoked out the cigarettes one by one, and handed them to the wounded.
The so-called "smoking and drinking do not separate families", not to mention that this trick is really effective, the wounded people really took the cigarettes handed over by Mr. Wang.
People always need something to rely on. The wounded soldiers lacked clothes and medicine, and there were no bandages to bandage their wounds. They only used rags. Many wounded soldiers were frowning. If they could smoke a cigarette at this time, , can somewhat divert attention from the pain in the body.
"You don't know which army I am from. You just know that we are from the Sichuan Army." This was when someone from that team finally stood up and spoke.
Shang Zhen looked at the man's clothes. Although the clothes were in tatters, they were clearly the clothes of an officer.
But the officer was also injured, and his arm was hung around his neck.
"Fuck, who are you quarreling with me? Are you pretending to be a brat?" When the other party opened his mouth and it was me, Hu Zhuzhu was not happy at first.
When he was about to say something more, Shang Zhen had already glared at her fiercely, so Hu Zhuzi shut up again.
"Does our division commander know this?" At this time, another soldier stood up and said.
"Sir?" Shang Zhen and the others were stunned for a moment.
The reason why they were stunned was because the level of division commander was high enough.
Generally speaking, those at the brigade level are only school officers, and those above the division commander are general officers. The highest level that Shang Zhen and the others have seen and are more familiar with is the brigade commander level.
Was the war so miserable? Are all the division commanders injured? Shang Zhen glanced at these short officers and soldiers in shock.
As I said just now, they are from the Sichuan Army, which means they are from Sichuan.
Shang Zhen was really not familiar with Sichuan people. This was the first time he met a Sichuan person.
Although he was not familiar with it, it did not prevent him from knowing which direction Sichuan was. Sichuan was naturally in the Sichuan Basin, surrounded by high mountains. The road to Shu was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and Shang Zhen still knew it.
People from Sichuan came to Songhu to fight? There are always places thousands of miles away, and it seems that there are no trains in Sichuan nowadays!
"Then sir, how did you get to Songhu from Sichuan?"
"Use your feet." The Sichuan Army division commander said.
Listening to what they said, Shang Zhen and the others looked at the straw sandals under the feet of these Sichuan soldiers in shock.
Since the Northeastern Army left the three northeastern provinces, that is, after leaving their hometown, they felt that they were already very poor, but only when they saw the Sichuan Army did they know what true poverty meant? Did the Sichuan Army actually wear straw sandals and walk thousands of miles to come here to fight against Japan?
For a moment, Shang Zhen's heart was filled with respect for these officers and soldiers.
"What are you doing with the 67th Army?" the Sichuan Army division commander asked.
"Report to the commander, return to Jian to fight the Japanese!" Shang Zhen stood at attention and answered respectfully with his chest raised.
"If you want to win, this is the Siberian tiger, not Guawazi! The 67th Army is in the direction of Songjiang." The Sichuan Army division commander praised, and then stretched out his hand to point to the southeast.
"Thank you, sir!" Shang Zhen stood at attention and saluted but did not give a military salute.
"He's a veteran, go ahead." The Sichuan Army division commander said.
So Shang Zhen and the others changed their direction to the southeast.
As they move forward, they will naturally have to pass these Sichuan officers and soldiers.
But at this time, Hou Kanshan ran out of their queue and said something to the Sichuan officers and soldiers.
When Shang Zhen looked at Hou Kanshan, he saw Hou Kanshan waving his hand to let them go first.
After some distance away from the Sichuan officers and soldiers, Mr. Wang said, "Why is this dead monkey running around with those group of little monkeys?"
And this is one of the disadvantages of Northeastern people, their speech is hard to hear.
Although they were full of respect for the Sichuan Army who traveled thousands of miles to the Songhu area to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, due to the short stature of Sichuan people, they were directly called little monkeys by Mr. Wang when talking behind their backs.
"It seems like he got something for those Sichuan people?" Xiao Dustpan said as he walked back and looked back.
"This bitch has a habit of pulling things on the battlefield. I don't know what he picked up and gave to those little Sichuan people." Old Mao Wang continued.
After a few more minutes, Hou Kanshan caught up from behind, panting.
"What have you been doing?" Little Dustpan asked curiously.
"I chatted with those Sichuan people." Hou Kanshan replied.
"We have a hard time listening to the Sichuan dialect they speak, but they still pay attention to you?" Little Dustpan asked disapprovingly.
At this time, everyone saw Hou Kanshan pointing at his disfigured face before replying: "Did you see my face? You were beaten by the Japanese!"
Many of them are also wounded soldiers, and I am also a wounded soldier. "
Everyone nodded, Hou Kanshan's theory was established.
Since everyone was fighting the Japanese, there were so many wounded in the Sichuan army, and Hou Kanshan's face looked scary, but he had a common language with those Sichuan soldiers.
"What did you get for those Sichuan people just now? Did you give them cigarettes again?" Little Dustpan asked again curiously.
"No, I happened to have some medicine in my hand, so I gave it to them." Hou Kanshan replied.
"We dead monkeys didn't show this appearance in vain. Now we all have the heart of a Bodhisattva!" Old Man Wang said. It was unclear whether this was a compliment or a criticism of Hou Kanshan. Medicines are always the most precious. of.
However, according to Mr. Wang's understanding of Hou Kanshan, after Hou Kanshan's temperament changed drastically, Hou Kanshan should have seen the wounded soldiers of the Sichuan Army and remembered the time when he was injured, so he couldn't bear it.
"Guess what I asked about?" Hou Kanshan said again at this time.
"Who knows what you asked about?" Little Dustpan pouted.
When others thought that Hou Kanshan was trying to sell himself out, Hou Kanshan said: "They are a division. When they came, there were more than 7,000 people. Now there are only so many left, less than 500 people in total."
Hou Kanshan's words were very calm and not exaggerated, but the content of the calm words shocked Shang Zhen and others. Everyone couldn't help but pause, and then they all turned their heads and looked at each other. He threw himself at the resting team.
There are more than 7,000 people, are there only 500 left?
"Were they all defeated in a war?" Shang Zhen asked in surprise.
"They said yes, half a day." Hou Kanshan replied, while Shang Zhen and the others were shocked.
At this time, Shang Zhen and the others seemed to see the short Sichuan soldiers carrying worn-out rifles, carrying straw hats on their backs, and wearing worn-out straw sandals, charging towards the Japanese army.
Shang Zhen and the others, who lacked vocabulary, no longer knew how to describe that scene.
But at this time, Chu Tian said something, and that sentence only had four words: "Bleeding and Drifting"!
After a while, Shang Zhen and the others turned around and walked forward again, but it was Wang Laomao who muttered again: "Don't always say that our Northeast Army can fight, others can fight even better!"
