The kerosene lamp finally went out, but the voices started talking again in this dark ancestral hall.
It's just that everyone else has shut up, so the voice becomes particularly clear.
"Uncle Wang, who is so blind and makes you angry? Let's go get him!"
When have we, the Northeastern Army, ever heard an old lady humming like this! "The one who spoke was Hu Zhuzhu.
"Stop talking! Go to sleep! If you don't sleep, get out and serve as a sentry!" Mr. Wang cursed angrily.
"I slapped the horse's hooves and got kicked!" Hu Zhuzhu muttered and fell silent.
As a result, silence returned to the ancestral hall, and soon snoring began.
But at this moment, there was a whisper again, and then Mr. Wang asked in a low voice: "It's already this time, are you going out to do something?"
"Check the sentry." It was Shang Zhen who answered him.
"Go." Mr. Wang said helplessly, but then he muttered, "You're still not tired!"
What Shang Zhen wanted to say, how could he not be tired? But what can I do if I’m tired?
They followed the defeated troops first to the south and then to the west. When they arrived at this village, they had another battle with the Japanese army.
The battle was won, and he had enough food and drink and slept well, but Mr. Wang insisted on asking about the origins of the defeated soldiers and the battle.
One person tells a story, and others add a few words. After all this tossing, it's almost midnight, not to mention that it's almost dawn.
Others can sleep, but Shang Zhen cannot. This is the helplessness of a person in charge.
Although the soldiers who followed him were all veterans, and they also arranged sentries, Shang Zhen was also afraid that the sentries would be lazy, so he would always check on him before he would feel relieved.
In the darkness, Shang Zhen walked out alone. When he reached the end of the village, someone else asked: "Password!"
"Walking all over the street!" Shang Zhen replied casually, and then asked, "Return to the order!"
"Little girl, come to the edge of the well!" the person in the darkness answered, and that was Ma Tianfang's voice.
The so-called password refers to a way for troops to identify each other in the dark.
The password just needs to be easy to remember and catchy, so that everyone can understand it. There are no certain rules for what words to use as passwords.
Educated people will certainly come up with some nicer written words when giving passwords, but for people like Shang Zhen to use passwords they are naturally familiar with, and that is undoubtedly Northeastern dialect.
"Walking all over the street (gāi)" is a sentence often said in Northeastern dialect. Not to mention whether Chinese people in other places can understand this sentence, at least the Japanese cannot understand it.
"Little girl goes to the well" is a nursery rhyme from Northeast China.
This nursery rhyme goes like this: "The little girl goes up to the edge of the well, slides and smashes her buttocks, and she smashes her buttocks in eight pieces!"
This nursery rhyme talks about the characteristics of Northeast China.
Today's wells all have pulley handles. When the bucket comes up from the well in winter, the splashed water will freeze on the edge of the well, so it will be very slippery. This is how the little girl slipped and fell on her buttocks. Come.
It is basically impossible for one party to guess the next password from the above password when the enemy and we are fighting.
For example, in a later TV series, the password used by the Japanese army was the so-called "cherry blossoms are blooming under Mount Fuji". This is just the conjecture of writers. It is too simple, just like a pair.
In the darkness, Shang Zhen and Ma Tianfang gathered together.
"Are you sleepy?" Shang Zhen asked.
"I'm not sleepy, didn't I have a good sleep earlier?" Ma Tianfang replied.
Shang Zhen nodded and did not say anything more about the matter. He then asked, "Where are the little dustpan and the money string?"
The sentry was arranged by Shang Zhen, and only three people were released. One was Ma Tianfang, and the other two were Xiaodustpan and Qianchuaner.
Erhanzi's sacrifice made Xiao Dustpan feel very guilty, and Qian Chuaner and Erhanzi had the best relationship.
But the dead have passed away, and the living will eventually live. Others have started talking and laughing, but the little dustpan and Qian Chuan'er have a sullen expression.
Shang Zhen didn't want the two of them to be stimulated anymore, so he asked them to come out as sentries.
"The two of them have just left. Let's go in another direction." Ma Tianfang replied.
"Oh, I'll go for a walk too, don't be careless." Shang Zhen said.
Not all villages are fortresses.
Shang Zhen and the others only came here to look for food. Generally speaking, the farther south you go, the longer the history of the villages is, the more high-walled the compounds are, and the same is true for areas with many bandits.
However, the walls of this village are not very high, and some of them have even collapsed.
Then this kind of village is already similar to what Northeastern people call a village. There is no protection around it, and it is easy for outsiders to come in.
It makes sense for Xiao Dustpan and Qian Chuan'er to go out for a walk, and it makes sense for Shang Zhen to go out for a walk.
Shang Zhen walked towards the street. When he walked to the gap between a house and looked to the east, there was a trace of fish belly white in the eastern sky, and one star was exceptionally bright.
The sky is getting brighter again, daytime is coming again, and I don’t know what will be waiting for these people today.
However, this thought only flashed in Shang Zhen's mind. He was neither Chen Hanwen nor Chu Tian. He did not have the habit of being emotionally moved by the scene.
Just like now, when he was fighting and marching every day, he had no thought or time to think about Leng Xiaozhi.
Shang Zhen is not an educated person, but this does not mean that he is not an uneducated person.
If you want to have an ending with Leng Xiaozhi, then you must at least ensure that you are alive.
But having said that, whether a veteran can survive depends not only on his ability but also on his luck.
Even if she is very good at using Qi and can survive in the end, what about Leng Xiaozhi? She is helping Gao Huaide to "steal" guns and ammunition from the Northeast Army warehouse to the Eighth Route Army. Who can say that Leng Xiaozhi is not in danger?
There are too many variables, too many unknowns, and it is useless to think about it. It is better to survive wholeheartedly.
Shang Zhen was walking on that street. Just when he was about to turn into an alley, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead.
"——" Shang Zhen opened his mouth. He originally wanted to call him "Little Dustpan" or "Qian Chuan'er", but he suddenly closed his mouth again.
Because with his keenness, he noticed that something was wrong with the footsteps!
People like Shang Zhen now wear any kind of shoes, some wear cloth shoes, some wear rubber shoes, but none of them wear the big-toe shoes of the Japanese army.
But when Shang Zhen heard the faint footsteps, it felt like the sound of the heels of the Japanese army's big-toed shoes on the ground!
When he thought of the big-toed shoes of the Japanese army, Shang Zhen instinctively hid in the corner of the room next to him. He exposed half of his face and looked into the darkness.
Those thin footsteps were only thirty or forty meters away from Shang Zhen.
They say the darkness is the darkest before dawn, and this is true.
But Shang Zhen looked forward carefully, and then he discovered that there was something slightly whitish on the arm of the shadowy figure coming in front.
That's a white towel! That must be the white towel used to distinguish ourselves from the enemy in the dark night, because white things are slightly more eye-catching in the dark night.
Shang Zhen instantly realized what the white line he saw was, and what he also realized at the same time was that this group of people must be the Japanese army.
It cannot be said that the Chinese army does not have white towels.
But as the Chinese officers and soldiers who retreated from the Songhu battlefield are wallowing in mud every day, who would have such a snow-white towel? Anyway, Shang Zhen didn’t believe it!
