Everyone subconsciously carried out his order and stood at attention. They were wondering what the cause of the fuss was? Was their company commander fucked? Was there a new commander?
Then I heard the young officer shouting an order: "Everyone look to the left."
Only then did everyone realize that six machine guns had been set up on the roof of the shack on the left where they were sleeping. The black muzzles of the guns were pointed at them, and they looked at the eerie seepage. They all had a bad premonition in their hearts. Not yet.
When everyone came to their senses, the officer shouted again: "Everyone look to the right again."
Everyone turned their heads and looked to the right again. What was surprising was that they saw dozens of masked men, holding weapons of various types that they knew and did not recognize, but they looked scary and were pointed at them. Now they did not dare to move at all.
The young officer, who was Zhou Wen, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, they are well-trained soldiers." Then he narrowed his smile and continued: "Introduce yourself, we are the National Army, you have been captured, don't you want to
Don't move even if you die, I promise not to hurt you."
How could the soldiers of the artillery company dare to resist when they saw how bad their company commander was? Besides, the artillery company didn't have many guns to begin with, so if they wanted to resist, they couldn't find anyone to fight with, right? So they all held their heads obediently.
Squat on the ground and wait for treatment.
At this time, the supporting company of the 18th Regiment also arrived, and the 150 men surrounded the artillery position. Zhou Wen handed over the prisoners to them, and asked them to search the shacks in the camp to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
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After explaining to the convinced company commander, Zhou Wen said to Zhao Dashan: "Brother Dashan, now take your brothers and carry all the boats to the river to help. I will report your situation to my superiors, just say
You are voluntarily surrendering, not surrendering, what do you think?"
So what? That's an extremely good result, okay? Taking the initiative to surrender means that you can keep your official position and may even be promoted. After all, even a high-ranking person understands the principle of buying horse bones with a thousand pieces of gold.
Zhao Dashan could no longer use the word 'thank you' to express his gratitude. Even in his mind, which had been paralyzed by the darkness of the old army for many years, he had doubts about whether Zhou Wen and Gao Xiaoshan would have a better future.
The thought of sacrificing one’s life in return.
Zhou Wen stopped Zhao Dashan from searching for suitable words of gratitude and said: "Brother Dashan, it is fate that we meet here. There is no need to meet outsiders. We have a long way to go, so hurry up and get busy."
After sending away Zhao Dashan, who was so happy that his heart was about to fly, Zhou Wen was about to turn around when a voice stopped him in place.
"Scholar, is that you?"
Zhou Wen suddenly turned around and found the source of the sound, a group of ragged civilians walking out of the shack. In front of him was an old man with a gray beard and a skinny body. That unfamiliar body, those familiar eyes, that familiar voice.
.....
"Old Uncle Wu!" Zhou Wen exclaimed, quickly stepped forward and hugged the body that was unstable and trembling with excitement. It felt like he was holding a piece of paper, and the body was so light
You can barely feel the weight.
Zhou Wen ignored the unbearable sour odor and the parasites all over Old Uncle Wu's body, and just hugged him without letting go. Tears burst out of his eyes, but his heart had sunk to the lowest point, and it continued to sink and break.
...
At this time, the team members heard Zhou Wen's scream and gathered around. Seeing that the slightly fat body that Old Uncle Wu was so familiar with was actually so thin, they all shed tears in unison. They didn't realize it yet.
More bad news is still waiting for them.
Zhou Wen suddenly came to his senses, hugged Old Uncle Wu and rushed to the group of people. While checking one by one, he shouted loudly: "Uncle Beard, where is Uncle Beard? Who is Uncle Beard?"
Suddenly, Uncle Wu's chest was pinched tightly by old Uncle Wu's fingers, which were shaped like chicken claws and were stained with dirt. "Scholar, stop looking for him. The bearded guy... the bearded guy is gone!" Old Uncle Wu's weak and hoarse voice shocked Zhou Wen.
The last bit of luck was torn to pieces.
"The entire supplementary regiment is gone, the devastating bombing, the blazing fire. Huzi... and the brothers are still sleeping, and no one has escaped!"
Old Uncle Wu's hoarse words continued to tear Zhou Wen's heart, which could no longer feel pain or sorrow...
Wang Huzi is gone. The group leader and elders who believed in themselves and spared no effort to support and care for themselves, the group leaders and elders who were picky and petty, the group leaders and elders who cut off the enemy's head with a high-spirited sword, the group leaders and elders who were affectionate and caring.
Yi, the kind-hearted bandit leader and elder...are gone.
The worry and ominous feeling deep in Zhou Wen's heart that he dared not tell anyone or even think about finally became a reality.
Zhou Wen suddenly couldn't feel where he was at this time. Is it Syria? Burma? Or Africa? Having lived in two lifetimes, he had never had such a feeling of sadness or numbness. He only felt that everything around him was strange yet familiar.
Strange yet familiar people, strange yet familiar heaven and earth.
He felt that the sky was getting lower and lower, making him unable to breathe. Even the body as light as paper in his hand became heavier...
Then, the bright sky pressed down like a mountain, squeezing out the suffocating air in Zhou Wen's chest, bringing out a string of brilliant red blood beads. His vision went dark, and he fell backwards...
...
When Zhou Wen woke up, it was already noon the next day. Feeling groggy, he struggled to sit up. He saw the concerned and sad eyes of his senior brother, junior brother, junior nephew, and other brothers.
Miaohua's heavy voice came: "Shanzi is accompanying Old Uncle Wu and the others. There are three people left in total..."
It turned out that not long after Zhou Wen and the others left the supplementary regiment, big changes occurred on the front line. Zhao Changshu led the Sixth Brigade and the supplementary regiment to fight and retreat. The supplementary regiment never found an opportunity to surrender directly to the National Army.
Then, out of care, Zhao Changshu, who organized the defense line in Yejigang, stationed the supplementary regiment in a village called Liujiahu in the rear, 20 miles away from the front line, and his brigade headquarters was in a village called Liuzhuanghu on the front line. As a result, the first
The next day, for some unknown reason, the National Army's aircraft and artillery missed Zhao Changshu's brigade headquarters and artillery position, and instead razed Liu Zhuanghu, who had no threat, to the ground.
"Old Uncle Wu had a stomachache because the group leader had not eaten vegetables for a long time. So he took his two old brothers to dig some wild vegetables outside the village early in the morning, thus escaping this disaster. They were all frightened.
When it was broken, I didn’t dare to look for Zhao Changshu anymore. I wanted to go back to Ertang Village, but the northwest army came up and captured the civilian husband halfway..."