"Uncle Old Wang!"
"My father-in-law!"
"My father-in-law's eyesight!"
"Lord Tarzan!"
"You really beat me up, I will never dare to do it again!" The little dustpan tied to a tree called out all the names about his father-in-law, and kept begging for mercy.
But why does Mr. Wang care what the little dustpan calls himself? He held a willow branch in his hand and kept beating it on the little dustpan.
Although it has entered autumn and all the leaves have fallen, Shang Zhen and the others are all wearing tattered summer clothes. Coupled with the long march and fighting, all the flesh is exposed on the clothes.
So the thin wicker slapped on the little dustpan's body was painful, and it was exactly this effect that Mr. Wang wanted.
Can it hurt your muscles and bones? That's impossible. How could a wicker stick, which is just a little thicker than a thumb, be pulled on the body and cause internal injuries?
But does it hurt? How could it not hurt? It's like pricking someone with a needle. It won't cause serious harm, but the pain is inevitable.
The little dustpan is begging for mercy, and Old Man Wang is scolding the little dustpan.
Little Dustpan called Mr. Wang a title about his father-in-law, and Mr. Wang responded with an angry curse, such as, "little bastard," "little bastard," "little deflated calf," "bastard," and then the wicker It fell on the little dustpan's arm, the tibia in front of the calf, the top of the foot, and the back of the hand.
It really hurts and hits you, it will only hurt you, but it won't cause any serious harm!
Mr. Wang whipped him over and over again, whipped the little dustpan and cried for father and mother. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
"I said you guys are so mean, you are all just watching the excitement!
Brother Huzi! Qiu Bo! Tiger pillar! Those one and a half scholars, please save my life! "The little dustpan was so beaten that he grinned. Seeing Mr. Wang sternly slapping his face, he could only ask others for help.
It's just this kind of thing, who can't understand it? Wang Lao Mao was just causing him pain, not killing him, so why were they trying to stop him?
"It's so good to love deeply but also to be responsible deeply, so good!" Chu Tian said.
"Hit this little bastard well, make him worry, and make everyone fear for him!" Hu Zhuzhu said.
"A small tree will not grow straight if it is not repaired, and a tree will grow tall if a person does not repair it!" Qiu Bo said.
"Then it won't work if I go out to fight the Japanese. Then if our leader goes out to fight the Japanese alone, why will he be praised when he comes back?" Little Dustpan was beaten and still had a hard mouth. Seeing that no one was helping him, he actually Climbed up Shang Zhen.
But at this time, Little Dustpan didn't know that he was tied to the tree by Mr. Wang and the others. He didn't look back, and Shang Zhen was standing behind him.
Shang Zhen looked at Mr. Wang playing the dustpan with annoyance and amusement.
Originally, he wanted to beg for mercy, but when he heard what Little Dustpan said, he said: "Kick me to death! This is what will happen if you act without permission in the future!"
"Ah?" At this moment, Little Dustpan realized that his only savior was behind him, but he was also offended by him.
So he was beaten again by Wang Laomao's wicker whip.
It was already the afternoon of the second day after Shang Zhen and the others followed the Guizhou army to attack the Japanese army at night.
After receiving the small dustpan, Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao returned, and on the way they met other soldiers who were waiting for their return.
Erhanzi's sacrifice was an unexpected situation, and there was no chance of saving it.
However, Xiao Dustpan still has a chance of survival if he goes deep into the enemy camp alone. Therefore, although everyone cannot forcefully break into the enemy camp, they still look forward to Xiao Dustpan's return after all.
In the end, the little dustpan did not disappoint them.
After participating in the battle, of course they needed to rest and retreat to the rear to eat and sleep.
But after they finished repairing it, cleaning up the disobedient little dustpan entered Mr. Wang's agenda.
其实所有人都明白小簸箕挨揍，那是因为王老帽对他好，爱之深责之也切那揍（就）是这个意思。
The friendship between men will never be as explicit as the men and women in later TV series, although everyone knows it in their hearts.
So it’s not unfair at all for this little dustpan to be beaten!
After half an hour, the dustpan was finally put down.
Mr. Wang was tired from beating his hat, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and picked up a cigarette again. Little Dustpan no longer cried for his father but instead had a smile on his face.
"I said you are a bitch, you are so happy to be beaten like this!" Hu Zhuzhu said from the side.
"You know nothing!" Xiao Dustpan retorted, "This is because my father-in-law feels sorry for me. He knows that I have to fight the little devil too hard, so he can relax my muscles and bones!"
The little dustpan's words made everyone laugh.
But he said something more begging for punishment: "My father-in-law is scratching my itch. This is so comfortable. It really relieves the itch!"
"You little bastard!" Little Dustpan's words made Mr. Wang, who was sitting on the ground, jump up in anger. Little Dustpan was so frightened that he ran away, grinning as he ran.
Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. It is impossible to say that it does not hurt at all after receiving so many wicker whips!
And Old Mao Wang stood up from the ground just to scare the little dustpan. He didn't want to use his old arms and legs to chase the nimble little dustpan.
When Little Dustpan saw that Mr. Wang stopped chasing him, he hid aside and sat on the ground with a smile.
"Little Dustpan, I saw you throwing a grenade at the Japs' machine gun position. It's over. As soon as the flare dimmed, you disappeared. Can you tell me where your cat was at that time? He ran to the Japs' lair alone. What's going on inside?" Hou Kanshan asked curiously.
Last night everyone was happy to see that the little dustpan was fine.
After fighting for so many days, everyone was tired and retreated to the rear to rest. So even now, no one knows how the little dustpan escaped from the Japanese position.
"After I threw the grenade, I thought that as soon as the kid's flare lit up in the sky, if I ran back, I would be a target, so I jumped into the trench in front." Xiao Dustpan explained.
When Xiao Guo said this, the people next to him showed the same expression.
In fact, some of them also guessed it.
At that time, the flare dimmed only for a moment. When the flare was raised again, the small dustpan disappeared.
Therefore, it is impossible for Little Dustpan to run back, so his only way to survive is the anti-tank trench.
After all, the flare is not the sun. Since the light from the flare does not shine vertically into the trench, the trench is naturally dark.
Presumably it was in that situation that the little dustpan was able to fish in troubled waters and escape.
Sure enough, what Little Dustpan said just confirmed their guess: "I entered the trench and ran to the left. When I met the little Japanese on the way, I threw a grenade.
While running forward again, I bumped into a group of Japs. I stabbed them blindly with my bayonet. After rushing over, I hid until the Japs stopped firing flares. "
There is a sense of self-satisfaction in the little dustpan's story.
Old people like Shang Zhen, Wang Laomao, Ma Erhuzi, Chen Hanwen, Qiu Bo and others really grew up watching the little dustpan.
They met Xiao Dustpan in 918, when Xiao Dustpan was still a child.
But the troops were so strong, and looking back, it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye. Five or six years have passed, and the little dustpan has now turned into a big boy. He has grown very tall and is stronger than before.
And now the triumphant expression of the little dustpan is the same as he was five or six years ago, which reminds old people like Shang Zhen of the little dustpan who was as clever and ghostly as a little monkey.
While Xiao Dustpan was talking, Qin Chuan, who was already leaning next to him, reached out and poked him.
The little dustpan followed the point of Qin Chuan's chin and saw a woman wearing a black police uniform walking towards the place where they were resting. That was Ju Hongxia.
Different women have different temperaments.
Although this Ju Hongxia is from Shanghai, her walking posture and her lotus-like figure give people a feeling of beauty and sassiness.
Ju Hongxia saw all the soldiers looking at her and smiled and didn't care. Instead, she walked directly towards Mr. Wang.
At this time, the little dustpan that told about her escape experience was no longer important, and Ju Hongxia became the focus of everyone's attention.
The same was true for the little dustpan, but he whispered: "A certain old man asked me to recognize him as my godfather, but I refused, and only recognized him as my father-in-law.
I wonder if the little girl will let the old man be her godfather? "
"Impossible! Don't worry about taking in that goddaughter." Qin Chuan lowered his voice and said, "I guess it's impossible for you to ask for a wife, but it is very likely that you will need an extra stepmother, a godmother!"
As soon as Qin Chuan said this, everyone laughed in a manly way.
At this time, Chen Hanwen, a half-literate scholar, whispered: "The jackdaw on the old dead vine tree, the dead vine is going to bloom today!"
With a sound of "coaxing", laughter suddenly sounded in the woods where they were resting. It startled a jackdaw on the tree even if you didn't say it was serious. Of course, the Northeastern people called it an old bird.
