The war came to an end for the time being, and Shang Zhen really transferred all his men back from the front.
He has two purposes for doing this. One is that everyone can accompany Little Dustpan, and the other is because they also need to rest.
In fact, despite the fact that this is an era of war, when it comes to a certain army, the frequency of combat is actually not high without major battles. Usually it is just rest and training, and once there is a mission from above, it still depends on The will of the chief officer.
If the chief officer is an active anti-war faction, then of course he is really doing something. If he is following the crowd, he has tasks above, but he still needs to preserve some strength. As for those who are passively resisting the war, then If there's a war, it's just a side trip for the croaker.
However, this kind of passive resistance also has its merits. If you have someone above you, for example, if you are a direct descendant of someone, then you can just slip away. Even the commander-in-chief of the group army can't do anything to you if he wants to deal with a certain passive resistance. The chief officer needs someone’s nod.
Then if you passively resist the war and have no one at the top, and it happens that the top needs to catch a negative example to scare the monkeys, then you will be doomed, such as the SD Provincial Chairman who was shot.
To be honest, there is nothing wrong with a group of stragglers like Shang Zhen and others. It is rare to see them fighting the Japanese army so frequently. In other words, they are rare!
Of course, this is also because Shang Zhen saves people when fighting, and they will not fight head-on with the Japanese army, otherwise they would have wiped out all their men long ago.
Now that there is no longer a war, life is nothing more than food, clothing, housing and transportation. Things like food, clothing, housing and transportation have become realistic and trivial.
Shang Zhen and the others are now too far away from the 337th Brigade. They have always been used to making a living on their own, and they don't even expect the 337th Brigade to pay them. Besides, the 337th Brigade is by no means rich.
To feed war with war, Shang Zhen and the others naturally have a way.
"Is there anyone who wants to buy guns? We need to sell guns in exchange for housing and food!" On this day, in the village adjacent to the hospital station, the loud shouts of Northeastern people suddenly rang out.
The idea of soldiers selling guns is new!
Amidst the constant shouting, the people in the village were alerted and gathered around.
"Did you see it? The authentic Japanese 38-gai!" Qian Chuan'er was demonstrating to the people with a 38-gai captured from the Japanese army.
He made a "crack" sound, skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun and pulled it back, and then a slender rifle bullet fell out of the gun. He pushed again and again, and another bullet was loaded.
Then he pointed the rifle towards the crown of a big tree ahead: "The Japanese are not very good, but this gun is still very authentic.
This gun is very powerful. If you practice it well, you can hit it over 600 meters without going astray.
This gun is long enough, and when the bayonet and the little devil fight with the bayonet, it will definitely penetrate the place before other guns!
Just this gun can definitely be exchanged for two cows in the northeastern part of our country, and they have to be one male and one female!
If there is one you like, trade early and get it early. Trade early and you will make money! "
Qian Chuan'er's saliva spattered out as he peddled hard. After shouting, he looked expectantly at the gathering of people below.
"My ox can plow, but your gun can farm? It's not as good as my hoe!" Suddenly, an old man below muttered in a low voice.
This was said a bit coldly, and the people nearby laughed, while the soldiers of the Northwest Army looked on coldly.
"I said to you, old man, you are unreasonable!" Qian Chuan'er's talkativeness has been practiced for a long time. He retorted directly, "The little devil has already arrived at the door of your house. You still want to be honest?" Farming? Is that possible? Then you have to use two tools, a gun in one hand and a hoe in the other.
If the Japs don't come, you have to take a hoe to the ground. If the Japs are coming, you have to use a gun to protect your food!
You still want to dig food in the fields like before, is that realistic?
Besides, you should have heard of that little devil’s virtues even if you haven’t seen them before!
As soon as the little devil comes, they won't let go of the old lady or the little girl, let alone the young girl or daughter-in-law!
Do you want to prevent your wife, children, and children from being bullied by others? Then you have to rely on yourself to protect yourself, why? Can you get angry just by talking? That depends on the gun!
The stupid little devil is here, just give him a shot. Your land is still your land, your food is still your food. If you don't have this gun, let alone your food and your land. , your wife and children, hum, hum, hum——"
Qian Chuan'er said a few more "hums" to arouse the imagination of the people below. As for how inhuman the Japanese were, he didn't believe that these people didn't know.
Right behind Qian Chuan'er, Shang Zhen and the others were there.
Selling guns is not a trivial matter. Shang Zhen and his gang are all here. How can Qian Chuaner be the only one who sells guns? At this time, Mr. Wang also spoke.
"Don't you believe it? We have been fighting from the Northeast to you. We have seen this kind of thing too many times. The little devils bully women. What will the gentlemen do then? You!" Mr. Wang stretched out his hand and pointed at one of them standing below with envy. The young man looked at the rifle.
"Don't think I'm scaring you. When the day comes when the little devil comes into the village and harms women, you can ignore others, but you won't care about your own family either?
If we carry a pickaxe handle, a sickle, and a potato stick to fight against the little devils, how can we still use the real thing in our hands? "
When Old Uncle Wang said this, the people below actually nodded, but Shang Zhen and the others had smiles on their eyes. What did Old Uncle Wang say? Why did you get the potato scratched out? This is bullying southerners who don’t understand...
Northeastern people call the thing that holds firewood two-toothed and three-toothed, which means there are several iron rods on it. Of course, some are also called naozi.
But what kind of thing is this potato scratcher? That's actually for peeling potatoes.
Just think about it, how big can a potato be? When you think about how big a potato is, you can imagine that it would never be bigger than an adult's slap! Who the hell knows how to scratch a kid with a potato when he fights with a kid? Are old ladies fighting? Don't you think this is funny?
But no matter what, after Qian Chuan'er and Wang Laomao singing together for a long time, the person below is really attracted to him.
Older people are mature and prudent if not timid, but young people will never think so much. Someone asked: "Then what do you want to exchange for the gun? We don't have any money!"
"We'll use our guns as rent to rent a house big enough for the thirty of us to live in and shelter from the wind and rain. And the food doesn't have to be good. We'll eat whatever you eat.
Since we have no supplies, we can only trade our guns with you. "Old Mao Wang replied when he saw someone talking to him.
As soon as he said this, the people below started talking with a "buzz".
In the eyes of ordinary people, the price charged by Mr. Wang and his friends is actually not high, that is, they use their guns as rent and exchange for some food. Although the food consumed by each of these thirty people eating horse chews must be quite a lot. But the Japanese rifle in his hand is not bad either!
And all they need to consider is whether having such a gun in their own house will cause other problems. Junqu Pavilion
"The boss is really sincere about selling guns?" The people below discussed for a while and then someone actually came forward.
"Of course, this thing doesn't matter whether you eat or drink." Wang Laomao said when he saw someone coming to say hello. At the same time, he looked at the person and saw that the person was an ordinary person in his thirties dressed up.
"Then I'll buy two for my family, but we have to discuss the price carefully. After that, you have to teach us how to shoot." The man said.
"Do you have a house that can sleep so many of us?" Qian Chuan'er asked.
"Yes, we have six brothers. We are short of people to do the work, but we are short of guns. If the Japanese really come over, the six of us can still fight for the Japanese." The man replied.
Wang Laomao nodded when he heard this and looked at Shang Zhen, and Shang Zhen also nodded.
"We have to have a good chat, and we have to see your house." Mr. Wang replied.
Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao had discussed the matter of selling weapons in advance, and they did not want to sell the guns to local big players.
As for this person, he would naturally want to keep a gun for self-protection when his family wealth is too much. However, for such a large family, there is a high possibility of becoming a traitor for the sake of their family wealth. Shang Zhen and the others do not want to cause trouble for themselves.
Since someone has the intention to buy a gun, Wang Lao Mao naturally wants to bargain with them.
But just when Shang Zhen and the others were about to follow the middle-aged man to that house, someone suddenly shouted: "During the Anti-Japanese War, your Northeast Army didn't want to fight the Japanese, but you dared to sell arms here?"
With this voice, the people below immediately shut up. The crowd split to both sides, and several people from the Northwest Army stepped forward. "Hello, Xiao Yan?"
"It's me, who are you?"
"Seven years ago, the girl in Emily Hotel, do you still remember?"
As soon as Xiao Yan heard "Emily Hotel", his breath was suffocated, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Really you? You...where are you?"
Seven years!
He had been waiting for this call for seven years! !
Although so many years had passed, he could never forget the girl who appeared in his life like a flash in the pan.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you, nor am I demanding anything. I... I just can't worry about Amy." The woman paused, took a deep breath and said, "Amy... is your daughter."
"What! My daughter?"
Xiao Yan exclaimed, and his heartstrings tightened instantly.
"She is six years old this year. She is very cute and looks like you. I hope you can take good care of her for me after I leave."
"She is afraid of the dark and likes to sleep with her doll in her arms at night..."
Listening to the woman's words, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly suddenly stopped, and he quickly interrupted her and said, "Don't worry about it. If you have anything to do, tell me. I'll come to you right away and I'll help you solve it."
"It's useless, you can't fight them..." The woman smiled bitterly and said, "I will send Amy to..."
Before the woman finished speaking, a man's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
"Do you think you can hide?"
Then there was a scream and a loud bang.
That's the sound of a cell phone falling to the ground!
Xiao Yan's heart thumped, as if his heart had been hit hard by someone, and he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey..."
No one answered!
Only the noise echoed and the signal was interrupted.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Yan was so anxious that she almost crushed her phone to pieces.丅 Zai Aiyue Xiaoqing app
After a few seconds, the woman's shout came again on the phone.
"Let me go, let me go!"
"Xiao Yan, you must find Amy and take care of her!"
"Promise me that you will take good care of her!"
"Promise me!!!"
Listening to the heartbreaking voice, Xiao Yan's heart was bleeding. He shouted anxiously into the microphone: "Let her go, let her go!"
But he shouted for a long time, but there was no response from the other end of the phone. But the woman's voice was getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, and becoming more and more desperate!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! !
Xiao Yan was very anxious.
He exchanged his youth and blood for this peaceful and prosperous age, but his woman and biological daughter were bullied!
Unforgivable!
Xiao Yan was angry like never before, and a ball of fire burned in his chest, as if it was going to burn the whole world to ashes.
He wished he had wings and could fly there now.
Just when he was about to collapse, a man's disdainful voice came from the phone receiver: "This bitch actually wants to find someone, haha..."
Xiao Yan hurriedly said sternly: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to touch her hair, I will kill all nine of your tribes!!"
"Tsk, tsk, what a loud tone! I'm so scared!"
"You must be that wild man. If you are really capable, come here quickly. Otherwise, in a few hours, I may never see her again."
"As for that little bastard, the end will be even worse, or his hands and feet will be broken, and he will be rushed to the street to beg, or his heart, liver, and eyes will be gouged out, or he will become the target of some perverted old men to vent their anger. Tsk tsk, I think It’s so pitiful to even think about it!”
The man's words were full of teasing, disdain, and deep provocation.
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Xiao Yan roared with red eyes.
"Let's wait until you find me, haha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yan only heard a crisp sound and the call was interrupted.
"Damn!!!"
Xiao Yan shouted loudly, and the thick murderous intent surged out of his body like a tide.
In an instant, the situation changed and the whole world was shocked!
I think of Xiao Yan, who spent ten years in the army and wiped out more than a million enemies. At the age of only twenty-seven, he became invincible and aspired to the supreme position, and was awarded the title of Zhenguo!
He holds immense power and has unparalleled achievements!
There is no one like this before, and there will be no one in the future!
But now, if he can't even protect his own women and daughters, how can he protect these hundreds of millions of people?
The three thousand Predators who were undergoing special training outside the camp were so frightened by this terrifying murderous intent that they all knelt on the ground, trembling.
The five war kings of Daxia came after hearing the news.
"Supreme!"
"Brother!"
The five war kings all stepped forward with expressions of concern on their faces.
"Supreme, what happened?"
Mobei Wang Long Zhantian asked in a trembling voice. He had followed Xiao Yan for many years, and he had only seen such terrifying murderous intent once.
That was three years ago. Due to a rebellion, tens of thousands of Mobei troops were trapped and thousands of men died fighting.
Xiao Yan, one man and one sword, rushed into the enemy's base camp and killed the traitors among thousands of people.
In that battle, there were rivers of blood and mountains of bones!
In that battle, 800,000 enemies were killed and they were so frightened that they retreated away!
That battle made everyone realize what it means to be angry and lay down millions of people! !
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