When I woke up in the morning, a burst of fresh air rushed into my nose.
As a habit, he immediately raised his ears and listened to what was going on nearby. Of course, it was not Zhang Sixing's illness. No matter who had lived on the battlefield for several years, he would have this reaction.
It's quiet nearby, but in the distance there are the sounds of chickens crowing, scolding calves, and the deliberately long "Tofu Le... Tofu Oh..." that sounds like an ancient ballad.
This is the village that "Lao Tian" brought them to. When they arrived last night, the dark village was quiet. In the faint light, they could only see the silhouette-like houses of the village and a few dogs barking "bark woof".
Because it had only been dawn for a few hours, there was no intention to disturb the village residents, and then... luckily there were enough cars, and all the soldiers slept in the cars.
It was already a bit cold in November, but fortunately the cars of the International Merchant Group all had thick canvas hoods, and the soldiers crowded in the cars and relied on each other's warmth, so it was not too cold.
Last night, Zhang Sixing and Hansen Raul were crowded in an armored vehicle.
I opened my eyes and stretched out my hand... My heart skipped a beat. Where are my clothes?
On the battlefield, both guns and weapons will be placed within easy reach.
If you are lucky and have the opportunity to sleep on the bed, weapons and equipment should still be placed where you can touch them with your eyes closed, and they should be placed in order.
Although I didn't sleep on the bed last night, the floor of the armored vehicle was quite flat, and the wide seats on both sides could be regarded as a bed.
And he was grateful to the military camp in his heart. Regardless of the children who carried burdens everywhere, and the old smoker Li Youtian was a veteran. But he still understood that people just need food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Without anyone noticing, when retreating from Sihang Warehouse, one person just made the quilt.
Calmly, eyes narrowed to a slit, first observed the surroundings.
Well, why do some people speak Japanese...
"In fact, you and your subordinates can join our anti-war alliance, and we will send you to Yan'an, that is... once you get there, you will be far away from the battlefield and can still study..."
A female voice came. Probably in order not to disturb Zhang Sixing's voice, the speaker's voice was soft.
But the content...
"Not going"
Yamaoka Tetsujiro's voice was cold and decisive, but the female voice was not moved at all and continued,
"I heard that you were captured by your commander and had a duel with him. Mr. Yamaoka, I understand your respect for the honor of the samurai..."
"Okay, there's no need to say anything more about you. I don't understand what you said about the samurai. I'm not interested in what you say."
Hearing the conversation outside, Zhang Sixing was also a little unhappy. Why did he start poaching people just after he arrived? Of course, dividing and disintegrating is a consistent strategy.
Everyone is not familiar with it yet, so it would be too early to start now.
Turning over and sitting up, he saw at a glance that his clothes were neatly folded and placed at the door. When he unfolded his military uniform, he was surprised to find that every tear in his uniform had been repaired properly.
The messy military uniforms that were hung up during the battle were full of holes. It was obvious that the people who mended the clothes put a lot of effort into them.
But in rural areas, there probably wouldn't be military green thread. Because the rips sewn in the black thread made his m38 paratrooper suit look a bit like the skin of some monster.
"Peng...crunch...squeak..."
The requirements for the doors of armored vehicles should not be too high, and the maintenance of weapons by the militiamen of the Merchant Group of All Nations is really not very good.
The conversation outside the door stopped, and the scene outside came into view.
Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who appeared to be wearing an unmarked Japanese officer uniform, was sitting on his knees by the campfire, bending over.
"grown ups"
He nodded slightly and looked at the woman who came to poach someone.
He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket that was a little too bloated for a village girl, and a military cap. His hair was no more than the chin, a "revolutionary haircut" that was popular in the army during the Northern Expedition. He was wrapped in leggings, tied with an armament and equipped with a small pistol.
From the looks of things, she looks like a city girl, but she has stayed in the countryside for who knows how long, and the skin on her face is a little rough and dark.
If she dresses up in the city, she can be considered a pretty girl.
When he saw Zhang Sixing, he immediately saluted,
"Hello, sir."
He returned the greeting casually and was about to speak. Tetsujiro Yamaoka was already busy beside him. He poured the boiling water from the campfire into an unknown type of enamel basin, and prepared towels, soap, toothbrushes, and razors next to it.
At first glance, the goods are really neatly prepared, and they are all brand new. He probably bought them now.
He reached out and touched his chin and then the back of his head.
The stubble on the beard is a bit prickly, and the back of the head is also a bit prickly to the touch. The German army generally has a "hazelnut hair" that cannot be left, and it needs to be groomed after a few days in the German army to maintain military appearance and discipline.
When washing his face, brushing his teeth, and shaving his head and beard, Zhang Sixing refused Yamaoka Tetsujiro's help. It is true that he was an officer, and he was also equipped as an orderly in the German army, but he was used to doing it himself.
"Oh my god, sir, this is China, you..."
The guy who got up later, Hansen Raul, who claimed to be his orderly, got up even later than Zhang Sixing, and before he could wash his face or brush his teeth, he immediately whistled "Shhh" when he saw the woman.
At this time, Zhang Sixing, who had already started shaving, raised his head and touched his chin with his hand. He felt a little out of control and stopped him in German,
"Hansen, teasing a Chinese girl like this is not a good choice. She is carrying a gun. Also, what is the first thing you do after waking up from the battlefield?"
Knocking his heel with a "pop" sound, Hansen Raul replied loudly in German,
"It's about sorting out military appearance and discipline."
After answering, he touched the hair on the back of his head with his hand, looking reluctant.
After Zhang Sixing finished cleaning up his personal hygiene and was about to find something to eat, Tetsujiro Yamaoka handed over a comb and an aluminum 5 tube that looked like toothpaste.
"grown ups"
I'm a little curious. The German army's standard "hazelnut hair" often uses Vaseline to make the long hair on the top of the head shiny. Zhang Sixing doesn't like this very much. Soldiers don't need to overdo it.
And Vaseline has many uses on the battlefield, now is not the time to enjoy it.
I took the comb and dipped it in the water, then combed it carelessly for a few times, and then I finished styling my hair.
Just after finishing all this, I planned to talk to "Old Tian". They were eager to "poach people", but they heard someone shouting,
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat..."
Behind Lao Tian, there was a large group of people. Some were holding bowls and chopsticks, some were carrying small square tables, and most of them were carrying large iron pots in pairs.
If nothing else, when it comes to mobilizing the people, the People's Army definitely has some skills.
In fact, from Zhang Sixing's perspective, this is actually the reason why the people know why they should support and support him.
Yes, there is no support for no reason in this world, nor resistance for no reason.