The sun has not yet risen, it is a cold dawn.
In a depression, a soldier woke up, looked at the gray sky, and couldn't help but sigh.
But he only sighed halfway before suddenly covering his mouth with his hand and looking around.
Is he on the battlefield? No, he is Qian Chuan'er.
The reason why Qian Chuan'er covered his mouth was because Shang Zhen said that the more difficult the situation, the less energetic he should be, otherwise it would make others lose confidence.
In fact, what Shang Zhen said is not very accurate. If it is correct, it should be that the more difficult a person is in a time, the less depressed a person should be to prevent infecting others.
But it is destined that Shang Zhen would not be able to say such words, because he does not have such a deep education, he does not know the word decadence, and what he expresses is only understandable but inexpressible. Fortunately, everyone understands it.
Qian Chuan'er stopped his sigh in time and looked around. He was relieved when he saw that they, including stragglers like Li Chenghong and Lu Di, were lying on the ground to rest. There was nothing abnormal.
This was already the dawn of the third day that Shang Zhen and the others were chased by the Japanese army.
They didn't know which immortal among the Japanese army they had provoked this time, and the Japanese army pursued them relentlessly.
Fortunately, Shang Zhen and the others were used to running away. They tried their best to dodge and maneuver, and ran away for two days without fighting the Japanese army.
Just when it was getting dark yesterday, they hid in this depression. Everyone stopped and did not make a sound. In the end, the Japanese army did not appear again.
It stands to reason that such a passive escape is definitely not Shang Zhen's style, but this time Shang Zhen really has no choice.
First, there were many Japanese troops.
Second, the Japanese army has good marksmanship. You, Shang Zhen, would never want to use a rifle to shoot at the Japanese army.
The third and most critical point is that this area is low-lying and there is no suitable terrain to ambush the Japanese army.
Fortunately, when Shang Zhen and the others left the village, they obtained enough food rations from the villagers, and they were not hungry for the past two days.
"His grandma is a jerk. When have you ever been so angry?" Qian Chuan'er cursed again in a very low voice.
But at this time, he remembered what he had said. His grandma's stupidity was learned from Mr. Wang.
When he thought of Mr. Wang, Qian Chuaner looked for Mr. Wang, but at this time he found that Mr. Wang was not by his side.
I remember that I was with his old Uncle Wang last night, so why weren't we together this morning? Did he go on guard duty?
Qian Chuan'er was confused. He then looked for them with his eyes. There were only about thirty people in total. Isn't it easy to find one person?
At this time, he discovered that Mr. Wang was not far from him. He was also lying on the ground at this time.
Oops, what's wrong with this old Uncle Wang? Is he sleepwalking? Why are you moving in the middle of the night?
Qian Chuan'er was thinking about it, when he discovered that there was someone lying just a few meters away from Wang Laomao.
It was only dawn. The soldiers who had been running desperately for two days were all exhausted and naturally they were sleeping.
These people all sleep while lying down. Only horses sleep standing up. Is there anything surprising about a person lying next to Mr. Wang?
However, that person was not wearing a military uniform but a uniform that was filthy but still black in color. That person turned out to be the policewoman Ju Hongxia!
This was nothing at first, but then Qian Chuan'er was surprised to find that there was a piece of oilcloth spread under the waist of Orange Hongxia.
Um? Qian Chuan'er couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
Where did Ju Hongxia get the oilcloth? Qian Chuan'er did know that Wang Lao Mao had an oilcloth. The oilcloth was not very big, only about one meter square.
Because of this oilcloth money string, I asked Mr. Wang specifically.
Mr. Wang said that he was old and had rheumatism in his waist and legs. This piece of tarpaulin could be spread on the ground to prevent moisture. When crossing the water, he could also wrap his gun to prevent it from getting wet.
But why did that piece of oilcloth end up under policewoman Ju Hongxia?
Qian Chuan'er is no longer a child now. He thought he and Li Yajuan were together in "Gulu" back then, so of course he knows that women are more afraid of cold than men.
All kinds of details, all kinds of characteristics, all kinds of clues were connected together. Qian Chuan'er temporarily forgot about the hunger and fatigue in his belly. He seemed to understand something.
"The age difference seems a bit big, right? The legendary love between father and daughter? Or is it the old cow eating the young grass?" Qian Chuan'er muttered in a low voice, like a person talking in his sleep.
But then he smiled hoarsely, thinking that this was nothing. If a rich man married a concubine, there would be a pear tree weighing begonias!
So Lao Wang said that if he really had some ideas, he would never make it public.
Not only will he not make any noise, but he will definitely help Mr. Wang with this favor!
Qian Chuan'er accepted Mr. Wang's favor, or in other words, he owed Mr. Wang a big favor.
Thinking back to the beginning, Li Yajuan and Leng Xiaozhi showed their affection for Shang Zhen, in order to avoid the emergence of that embarrassing triangle relationship. Wang Laomao jumped up to Qian Chuan'er and launched an "attack" on Li Yajuan.
As a result, the cunning Qian Chuan'er successfully "captured" Li Yajuan by using a scene from "Journey to the West" in which Zhu Bajie and the spider spirit bathe together in Pansi Cave!
Hey, this is interesting.
As Qian Chuaner woke up, his thoughts became more vivid.
At this time, he noticed again the little dustpan sleeping not far away.
With a "Puch" sound, Qian Chuan'er suddenly laughed.
Because he thought about the little dustpan always calling Wang Lao Mao Lao Zhangren.
That little dustpan doesn't want to call Old Man Wang his godfather, but instead wants to harm Old Man Wang's daughter who doesn't exist at all.
So if Mr. Wang and the policewoman really create a little person, but one without a handle, wouldn't it mean that the little dustpan will become an old cow eating young grass when it gets older?
Of course Qian Chuan'er would not say such words to anyone, but this did not prevent him from starting to think wildly.
Fighting the Japanese is very difficult and many people will be sacrificed.
But no matter how hard you are, you can’t always be gloomy. You also need to have fun in the midst of pain. Think about it, why not?
Qian Chuan'er thought to himself and smiled, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound coming from the distance.
This "boom" is louder than the "boom" of the Japanese mortars or grenade launchers!
And just when the "bang" had not completely stopped, Qian Chuan'er heard a sharp whistling sound coming from above his head.
The sound was no longer the "hiss" sound made by a small cannon with a thick arm, but the kind of elongated "ouch" sound.
The body is the most honest. As a veteran, Qian Chuan'er didn't turn around in his mind, but he instinctively turned over and buried his head. Then he heard someone not far away from them. There was a loud "boom" from the place.
The big cannonball fired by the cannon landed not far from them and exploded.
At this moment, all Qian Chuan'er's wild imaginations about Mr. Wang, the policewoman, and the small dustpan had disappeared.
Qian Chuan'er was confused.
Are the gang of little devils who are chasing people like me so powerful? In order to kill his own people, did he drag an infantry cannon over?
