"Okay, okay, Mu Dun'er, he's dead." Shan Ying waved to the team members behind him, asking them to continue searching, but he put away his big bow, walked forward gently and knelt down to watch.
A shepherd boy with tears in his eyes.
The shepherd boy raised his head with tears in his eyes. When he saw the mountain eagle, he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. He started crying loudly, "Uncle, Dahei was killed by a little devil."
Gently holding the crying little Mudun'er into his arms, Shan Ying comforted him softly: "Don't cry, Mudun'er, Dahei is a good person. He is worthy of being a sheep from the Taihang Mountains, and he can also help Mudun'er beat the sheep."
Devil."
The mountain eagle has such keen observation skills. When he got closer, he saw that the horns on the sheep's head were still stuck on the buttocks of the Japanese invaders' corpses. He knew that this violent ram that even he wanted to go butt at the beginning was definitely dead.
The biggest guarantee for Dun'er's survival. Without its sharp horns, Shan Ying knew that Mu Dun'er would definitely not be able to survive the sword of a vicious Japanese invader.
And Shan Ying knew even more that Mu Dun'er's tears were not only sad about the death of the black goat, but also filled with fear. He had smashed a person to death, even if it was an enemy. For a child, that was extremely painful.
Cruel.
In war, women and children should be allowed to go away. But in China, this is not possible. Now, all the people are in arms.
"Uncle, it was Dahei's credit for killing this little devil. Is it considered a good job?" Mudun'er, who had been buried in Shanying's chest and cried bitterly for a while, asked Shanying with sobs.
"It must be good. Even if it is a sheep, as long as it kills Japanese, it will be good." Shan Ying replied without hesitation.
"Then, can you not let my father and the others eat it? It was Dahei who saved Xiaohei and me." There was a hint of hope in Mu Dun'er's eyes.
The mountain eagle couldn't help but smile, stretched out his hands to pick up Mudun'er, let him sit high on his shoulders, and then ordered loudly: "Zeng Tu, go and dig a hole on the slope and bury the black sheep."
Now, let’s erect a monument for it and write a memorial to the Yiyang Tomb.”
Zeng Tu and another soldier were slightly stunned, but they still obeyed the order. Although sheep were just food in their eyes, to the little shepherd boy, they were his companions and relatives. He raised three green wolves and a
Naturally, the officers and soldiers of the Giant Panda Independent Regiment understood this.
"Uncle, is it possible to do this? When the Japs are completely driven away in the future, your Dahei's tombstone will also say, "All five Japanese invaders were wiped out here." Shan Ying asked Mu Dun'er with a smile on his face.
He said, "Also, Mu Dun'er, you are a little hero! You killed three little Japs by yourself and seriously injured two others. According to the military regulations of our independent regiment, you can be awarded the Medal of Bravery."
The reason why Shan Ying dared to say this was because once Tutu analyzed the footprints and found that there were only five enemies fleeing north. Now, just one mile away from the entrance of Zhaojiacun, all five Japanese invaders were killed, except for two.
They died under his arrows without any resistance, and the other three were all killed by a little shepherd boy and his sheep.
"Uncle, can I ask you something?" The little shepherd boy suddenly asked timidly after hearing that he had won some "brave" medal.
"Say." Shanying nodded with a smile on his face.
After almost a whole day of pursuit, they finally killed all the elite Japs who dared to lurk into the defense zone. Even though they were as calm as an eagle, they couldn't help but smile.
"Um, can I exchange that medal of bravery for rice?" Mu Dun'er looked carefully at Uncle Shanying, who had a cold face and a warm heart, and asked softly.
Shan Ying was slightly startled, and then his face became solemn.
Mudun'er's face suddenly turned red, and he struggled to jump off Shan Ying's shoulders, tears welling up in his eyes, "Uncle, my little sister is too young to eat the dried meat you saved last time..."
.However, I still want her to live! She has never called her mother or brother!"
"Mudun'er, I'm sorry. I didn't bring too many supplies last time because I was on a reconnaissance mission, so I couldn't help your family much, but this time, your medal is enough." A trace of guilt flashed across Shan Ying's face and he turned his head.
Shouted: "Old Tan, Mingyuan, you two, go and collect all the dried meat we have, no, all the rice dry food they brought with them in the 9th Company, just say it is what I, Shan Ying, want, Young Master
Return to the camp for how many nights and get double the amount."
Although the 9th Company of the 386th Brigade, which followed closely behind, was not as fast as the special forces, it had almost reached the cornfield slopes at this time. In addition, hundreds of mountain people holding hunting guns, hoes and hatchets were watching.
The bodies of four Japanese invaders who were killed.
However, not many people took the initiative to go into the cornfields. The miserable deaths of a few little devils showed the horror of the cornfields. The people in the mountains were naturally familiar with this, and they also had traps in the cornfields.
Not long after, two special forces soldiers came over with the commander of the 9th company and four soldiers, carrying about a dozen bags of dry food.
"Brother Shanying, I heard that there was a little hero who led little Japs into a trap and killed several of them, and even killed one himself. I, Zhou, must come and see our little hero." From a distance, Captain Zhou's
A loud voice rang out.
Mudun'er's tear-stained face was filled with radiance. However, it was not because of the title of little hero.
Instead, his eyes were fixed on the dozen or so bulging dry food belts. As long as Uncle Shan Ying didn't lie to him, there was plenty of white rice in them, which could make rice porridge for his little sister to survive. This is what
Mudun'er's happiest thing.
He fulfilled his responsibility as an older brother.
"Here, the little hero is here! But he was still crying just now!" Shan Ying couldn't help laughing, and he scratched his wooden nose, which was gray and stained with tears, like a little painted face.
.
Shanying loves this little shepherd boy from the bottom of his heart.
This was their second meeting, and he didn't expect that the stubborn and strong little boy in his previous impression would give him such a big surprise.
"Tsk tsk, awesome, awesome. I have been a soldier for so many years and I haven't killed a single kid yet! Little guy, you'd better kill three or four at once." He circled around the bloody corpse of the Japanese invader.
Circle, Captain Zhou couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
Overjoyed, he simply sat down next to the shy Mudun'er and patted his waist, "Little guy, tell me how you did it. Do you see? This pistol is the authentic one I captured."
Made in Germany, wait a minute and it will be yours."
The food issue has been solved, and Mudun'er's worries that were once suppressed in his heart are gone, and he has returned to his true nature as a naughty boy. Whether he is a man or a boy, he likes guns. When he saw that the uncle wanted to give him a pistol, he would not
He was so unhappy that he danced and told how he met the Japs, how he led the Japs into the cornfield, how Dahei fought with the Japs to the death, and how he finally killed the Japs with stones.
I heard a few adults baring their teeth and secretly exclaiming that they were lucky. They were all experienced warriors. They didn't know what the little devil had planned. They were obviously being chased in a hurry and were planning to go to the village to cause trouble to the people.
They were too afraid to shoot.
If they hadn't met this clever little shepherd boy, they might have succeeded. And if they really used old women and children as shields and coerced the people to run towards Jingxing, could they have fired?
Company Commander Zhou and Shan Ying quietly looked at each other. The answer was that they themselves didn't know. Even if they had tempered their nerves hard enough in countless wars, if they were asked to shoot at their brothers and sisters, they still would not know.
Can't give myself an accurate answer.
In fact, they know very well in their hearts that the answer has already been determined.
They are not generals, they are just soldiers. They cannot regard each living life as a number.
Without Mu Dun'er, their mission would have failed and even injured dozens of Zhaojiacun villagers.
"Mudun'er, can you tell me how you concluded that they are Japanese imps?" Captain Zhou asked the key.
No matter how Mu Duner led them into the Jedi, the premise was that he had to distinguish that they were Japanese soldiers and not other troops of the national army. Not all national troops wore blue uniforms, there were also yellow uniforms, such as
Guijun.
"This is what Uncle Shan Ying told me." Mu Dun'er replied.
Shanying was stunned for a moment. He had stayed at Mudun'er's house more than ten days ago, and he had talked with Mudun'er about his experience of fighting Japanese Japs in the Northeast, but he never mentioned the Japanese military uniforms or the characteristics of the Japanese.
, is it useful to tell a kid? There is almost no difference in appearance between Japanese and Chinese.
"Hey, Uncle Shanying told me that the little devil has some bad habits, for example, he loves to be clean. And the guy who gave me this peed on his hand. Not only did he wipe it with leaves for a long time, but he was already so thirsty that he wanted to do it.
A little water for washing hands. Besides, Uncle Shanying also said that we Chinese soldiers are very poor, so why would they give me this thing? If they are not Japanese little devils, who else can they be?" Mu Dun'er
He proudly took out the milk candy given by Miyamoto Kazu from his arms and showed it off, and finally couldn't help but add: "Also, if we were Chinese bosses, we would either call them little bastards or little brothers, but that's not the case.
One called me kid."
Everyone was stunned for a while.
It turns out that they are showing off their wealth too much! Also, the title is also very important! Of course, the most important thing is not to be too clean.
"Haha, you little kid, uncle, I'm convinced. From now on, these three points will be compiled into the manual, so that the common people can learn from it and don't be fooled by the little devils who lurk in disguise." Captain Zhou laughed loudly,
He reached out and pulled out his pistol and threw it to Mudun'er. "This gun belongs to you, but it only has five rounds of ammunition. You should shoot sparingly."
Mudun'er happily took the gun and listened to Lao Tan beside him explaining where the safety was and how to load the gun.
Over there, Captain Zhou Dal looked at Shan Ying with saliva, "Brother Shan Ying, look at the distribution of the spoils this time... Your independent regiment's reconnaissance brigade has made great efforts, otherwise all the guns, ammunition and helmets
All the leather boots belong to you, our 9th company only needs that field radio that is about to fall apart, you see..."
Shan Ying couldn't help but smile. This was a good idea! No wonder the regimental commander went to the 386th Brigade Headquarters and was so beaten by the autumn wind that he lost a lot of weight! This is the only way to achieve the same results.
"Brothers from the 9th Company are all dispatched this time. They should be the first to take the lead. All the spoils will belong to the 9th Company. However, there is something I have to discuss with Company Commander Zhou." Shan Ying looked over there.
Mudun'er, who was playing with the gun enthusiastically, came up with an idea.