"Oh, your old man finally came out of the mountain?" Little Dustpan looked at Wang Laomao and said, at the same time, he glanced at Ju Hongxia who was standing behind Wang Laomao.
Just the little dustpan's expression was all in the eyes of Wang Laomao and Ju Hongxia.
Ju Hongxia's face turned red.
It was like a red cloth at that moment, just because the little dustpan glanced at him just now, but his eyes stayed on her belly.
Wang Laomao and Ju Hongxia haven't gone downstairs in the past two days, but that doesn't mean they know nothing about what's going on below.
Even after the two of them had finished making out, Wang Lao Mao ran to the stairwell of the second floor and eavesdropped on what the soldiers were saying.
In the words of Mr. Wang and Ju Hongxia, these little bastards don’t know how to chew their own tongues from behind!
The result of Mr. Wang’s eavesdropping was that the soldiers were talking about whether Mr. Wang would make a certain part of his bride bulge like a mountain!
"I said, you little brat, what are you looking at? I know you are going on a mission, and we want to go with you!" Mr. Wang glanced sideways at the little Dustpan God and said.
If you want to talk about blushing, it's orange-red clouds, but Wang Lao Mao's face really hasn't changed at all. He looks so young, as if he is glowing with the second spring of his life!
This is such a strong psychological quality. At this moment, the soldiers who looked at Mr. Wang sighed inwardly.
"Hey, what mission can we have?" Qian Chuan'er replied with a playful smile.
"Stop talking nonsense with me!" Mr. Wang refuted Qian Chuan'er unceremoniously.
Now the soldiers downstairs are fully armed, with all kinds of long guns and short cannons. They obviously look like they are going to the battlefield.
"There are tasks, but they are not big jobs. We are just going to catch a few petty thieves. How can we dare to do the work? You old man will take action?" Qian Chuan'er continued with a smile.
"I don't think I've been downstairs for the past two days. You little bastards are going to rebel!" Mr. Wang continued to scold.
Half of the soldiers were smiling, but no one answered. I just didn't know how many of them were complaining. You also know that you haven't gone downstairs for several days! If you don't go downstairs, this small building will probably collapse due to your efforts!
And there was a reason why they didn't answer Wang Laomao's words. It was just because Shang Zhen said, if anyone dares to talk about Old Uncle Wang again, I will tear his mouth out!
"Shang Zhen?" "Shang Xiaozi?" "Ma Gan'er"
Mr. Wang scratched his neck and shouted. Because he was shouting in such a hurry, he even shouted out Shang Zhen's nickname from a few years ago.
"Uncle Wang, why are you calling our leader a nickname again? You have to pay attention to our leader's image!" Qian Chuan'er reminded quickly from the side.
"Image? What image? Who dares to talk about image in front of me, Mr. Wang? Remember when Shang Zhen was a recruit, what did I do?" Mr. Wang showed off his seniority.
"Oh, platoon leader, I'd better shut your mouth first, so you can be merciful!" At this time, Ma Erhu Zi appeared.
Ma Erhuzi always feels that he and Shang Zhen are different from others and Shang Zhen.
The reason was naturally because Ma Erhuzi was very close to Shang Zhen's third brother Li Fushun, and Li Fushun entrusted Shang Zhen to him before he was killed in battle.
Wang Lao Mao turned over the old almanac, which was nothing more than saying that when Shang Zhen was a recruit, Wang Lao Mao was Shang Zhen's platoon leader, and at that time, Wang Lao Mao asked others to stuff smelly socks into Shang Zhen's mouth.
In Ma Erhuzi's opinion, Shang Zhen is now the leader of them anyway. Although the official is not a big one, he is still a senior officer. Well, even though you, Mr. Wang, are very senior, you can’t tell Shang Zhen’s original embarrassing story!
After Ma Erhuzi reminded him, Wang Lao Mao also felt that what he said was a bit outrageous and was not saving face for Shang Zhen!
But just when Mr. Wang was about to call Shang Zhen again, he heard Chen Hanwen mutter something.
"I said you are a damn scholar, what are you doing?" Mr. Wang said with his eyes raised.
Chen Hanwen was afraid of Mr. Wang, and he said this out of anger. Seeing Mr. Wang glare at him, he was so frightened that he ran away.
In fact, Mr. Wang still heard what Chen Hanwen said just now, and he just pretended not to hear clearly.
What Chen Hanwen muttered was, "You don't want to look good, but you still want to look good!"
But even though he heard Chen Hanwen's words clearly, Mr. Wang also knew that he was not doing this very well these days. How could he let Chen Hanwen say it again?
In fact, Wang Laomao's psychological quality is not as strong as the soldiers imagined.
Before he went downstairs, he had been lucky for a while, and he and Ju Hongxia came down fully armed.
Seeing that Chen Hanwen was frightened by him, when Mr. Wang was about to call Shang Zhen again, he saw Shang Zhen walking in from the outside, and He Liang was with Shang Zhen.
"Boy Shang, do you want to go to Gaha?" Wang Laomao asked again when he saw the real owner.
Shang Zhen behaved as usual. He was not surprised why Mr. Wang came downstairs, as if it was a matter of course that Mr. Wang came downstairs.
"Uncle Wang, we are going to catch some traitors." Shang Zhen replied.
"Traitor?" Mr. Wang was surprised, "Are there any more traitors in Nanjing? Is it necessary to catch a few traitors with such a large array of troops?"
"Uncle Wang, you don't know. A few days ago, a group of traitors attacked our lookout post outside Nanjing. We happened to capture another survivor. According to the survivor's confession, there were Japanese in Nanjing who were very good at martial arts and marksmanship. Yes, so it's better to be careful." Shang Zhen answered seriously, or in other words, he was serious in the first place.
I have to say it’s Mr. Shang, look at how steady he is! Wang Laomao couldn't help but admire Shang Zhen again in his heart.
"Since you said that group of traitors, be they Japanese, are so powerful, we will go with you!" Mr. Wang said.
"Isn't it right that none of you should go?" Shang Zhen glanced at Ju Hongxia who was standing behind Mr. Wang, hesitated and said.
"How can that be done? From now on, I will be with you, and we will share the joys and sorrows together!" Before Mr. Wang could speak, Ju Hongxia had already taken a step forward and said.
Shang Zhen glanced at Ju Hongxia again and ignored it. Instead, he said: "Everyone, let's go!"
Shang Zhen spoke as if he didn't hear Xu Hongxia's words, but Ju Hongxia thought this was a kind of tacit consent, so she touched the box of cannons given to her by Wang Laomao and stood firmly beside Wang Laomao.
Shang Zhen and his group set off.
In fact, Shang Zhen was not as calm as he appeared.
When Mr. Wang was talking to the soldiers, he had already heard it outside the house.
And when he saw Ju Hongxia standing firmly with Wang Laomao, he didn't know why he thought of Leng Xiaozhi.
It would be great if that girl was with him. If that girl was with him now, she would definitely fight alongside him as firmly as Ju Hongxia.
But what Shang Zhen didn't know at this time was that Leng Xiaozhi, whose calf had been bandaged, was being carried by Mo Jianchen in the mountains.
"Don't think that you can do anything if you carry me behind your back. It's impossible for the two of us in this life." Leng Xiaozhi is indeed very Leng Xiaozhi. She has already understood some of Mo Jianchen's thoughts. While walking with her on his back, she made her words clear.
"How about the next life?" Mo Jianchen refused to give up.
"It won't work in the next life, the next life, or the next life. I won't say how good Ma Gan'er and I are. At least I owe him several lives!
From a belief perspective, my life belongs to the noble revolutionary cause we are undertaking.
From a personal point of view, my life already belongs to Ma Ganer! Leng Xiaozhi murmured as she hugged Mo Jiancheng's neck. She also wanted to know what Shang Zhen was doing now.
