He saw the bodies of two national army uncles wearing national army uniforms in the grass. One of the uncles had no shoes on his feet and was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage.
Regarding the military uniforms of the national army and the military uniforms of the Japanese Japs, the encounter with several Japs a few days ago has given Mu Dun'er the best knowledge. Anyway, Mu Dun'er is sure that he will not make the mistake again.
Already.
The two national army uncles who hugged each other and fell in the grass must have been in a good relationship before they were alive. Xiaomudun'er looked at the two "remains" looming in the grass from a distance. You put your arms around my waist, and I put my arms around your neck.
, I thought with sadness in my heart.
Of course, if you knew that the Chinese little shepherd boy would think this way, the two thieves who were cold and tired after running around all night, hugging each other to keep warm, would definitely say: Little friends, don’t tell me that you don’t know that there are things in Taihang Mountain at night in autumn.
How cold.
The Taihang Mountains belong to northern China. At night, not to mention winter, even in autumn, the temperature will drop to about zero degrees. Otherwise, Mr. Zhao would not have written a poem like "The blood outside the Niangzi Pass is like frost."
The two frost-covered "bodies" didn't hug each other and fall asleep, with their faces close to each other and their necks wrapped around each other. This was because they were restrained because the other was a man.
In the face of the severe cold that can freeze people to death, there is no longer any distinction between superiors and subordinates. Or, since the day when the two of them escaped from death squads one after another clinging to each other, Second Lieutenant Matsuda and "Sooner or later will die"
"The superior soldiers have become a symbiosis of "never leaving the focus". If they could return to Japan, they might choose to live together. Now they are sleeping with each other in their arms in the cold mountains of China.
What does it matter?
Lieutenant Matsuda was awakened by a strange itching coming from the end of his nose.
After opening his eyes, what caught his eye was not only the autumn colors of the mountains, but also the face of a child with a face covered in black and red but with a bright smile.
A typical face of a Chinese child in a high mountain area.
"Who are you?" Second Lieutenant Matsuda was so frightened that he reached for the rifle beside him. After his hand was empty, his heart sank and he skillfully rolled over several times to escape from the danger zone.
If he is a Chinese veteran, he can tell that he is a Japanese soldier just by looking at his individual tactical movements that are different from those of the Chinese army. But obviously, Mu Duner has no way of knowing this.
You know, the old man from the national army in front of you is indeed alive and kicking around.
"Haha, uncle, I'm sure you weren't hurt! Why are you sleeping here? My father said that you can't sleep in the grass in the mountains. Not only will you freeze your body, but there will also be wild animals." Mudun'er chuckled.
He was very young, and he was very young and mature enough to teach the somewhat overly nervous old man from the national army in front of him.
A somewhat sad Mu Dun'er approached and found that the two "bodies" seemed not dead. After all, he was still a child. After all, Mu Dun'er was still a little scared and didn't dare to put his hand under the nose of the corpse to see if there were any.
I was so angry that I had to pull out a piece of dogtail grass and test it under Lieutenant Matsuda's nose.
Some heavy snorting made the dogtail grass move wildly, and at the same time it woke up Lieutenant Matsuda. The continuous rolling crushed not only the flowers and plants in the Taihang Mountains, but also made Mu Dun'er extremely happy. The rolling was so powerful,
He certainly won't die.
In his little heart, uncles from the national army like Uncle Shanying are the best people in the world. Not only did they fight the Japanese, but they also gave the little girl something to eat. A few kilograms of white rice made into rice paste was enough to ensure that the little girl persisted.
See Xiao Hei giving birth to her cubs. And the two people in front of them are wearing military uniforms like Uncle Shanying?
Ikehayashi was also woken up. He immediately rolled and crawled towards Second Lieutenant Matsuda. For several days in a row, it had become a habit of the upper class soldiers to live well as long as he hugged Second Lieutenant Matsuda's thigh, even if it was just a Chinese child.
appeared, the upper-class soldier who had received rigorous training also chose to snuggle up to Commander Matsuda first.
Looking at the giggling little boy in front of him and the pot-bellied black sheep that was watching them warily and no longer eating grass, Lieutenant Matsuda finally saw the situation in front of him clearly. They were discovered by a Chinese shepherd boy and his sheep.
At that moment, Second Lieutenant Matsuda's heart was definitely filled with ferocious flames. The Chinese pair in front of him was extremely fragile to the two of them. With just one pounce, he could kill the Chinese pair in front of him.
The little boy pounced on him like an eagle catching a chicken and easily broke his neck. And the big-bellied sheep could become a fragrant roast lamb, even though he could clearly feel the twinkle in the sheep's eyes.
He was so alert that he even lowered his head, revealing his little horns.
Animals have a keen sense of danger that puts all humans to shame.
"Uncle, don't worry, your gun can't be lost. I'm afraid it will get soaked by the dew and get damaged, and it will be hung there. Your gun is so heavy, not as light as my gun at all." Mu Dun'er pointed.
A tree two meters away said seriously.
Following the direction he pointed, two guns were hung on branches one meter high. Obviously, it was difficult for a seven or eight-year-old child to hang a four-kilogram rifle one meter high.
A lot of strength. As for the gun he mentioned, the duo obviously didn't care. It was a wooden gun! It was naturally light.
"Little brother, where are your adults?" Seeing that the Chinese child did not recognize his identity, Second Lieutenant Matsuda temporarily extinguished the fierce flames in his heart, gently waved his hand behind his back to stop the murderous intention of the superior soldier, and cautiously began to inquire.
"My father and uncles have gone to help the uncles in the national army, and I don't know when they will come back." Mu Dun'er shook his head and replied.
"Oh!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda was determined and was about to signal to the private to kill this lone Chinese boy.
It's not that he likes killing, but that although this little boy seems harmless now, if he is allowed to return to the village, others will probably know their whereabouts. What's even more frightening is that they are still very close to the Chinese army.
Well, if it fell into the ears of Chinese soldiers, the flaw of the two of them sleeping in the grass would not be hidden from the regular army.
They needed to escape from this mountainous area, and if anyone wanted to blame them, they could only blame this Chinese kid for being so unlucky.
"By the way, uncle, wait a minute." Mu Dun'er seemed to suddenly remember something, and before Lieutenant Matsuda gave the order, he ran over there.
This run frightened the two Japanese soldiers. Did they discover something was wrong? They were really unwilling to use their guns. The sound of gunfire meant that their whereabouts were exposed.
However, they were a little powerless and didn't know what to do in a short period of time.
Even though Mudun'er's legs were quite short, he was very fast. Moreover, the vigilant look in the eyes of the remaining female black sheep convinced the duo that as long as they made any changes, they would first have to get past this one.
The ewe with its tiny horns is of course no big deal, but if it scares away the little Chinese boy, it will be a big deal.
They could only watch helplessly as the little boy's back ran further and further away until he was almost out of their sight. He bent down and dug for something in the soil. Then, under the puzzled eyes of the duo, they looked at him again.
He ran back with his short legs.
"Huh~~~Huh~~~~Uncle, you are hungry! Here, I just baked two sweet potatoes this morning. They are a little small." Mudun'er breathed heavily and shyly asked the two who didn't know why.
The Japanese soldier showed off two black balls he was carrying in his dirty clothes.
Obviously, he was shy, not because of anything else, but because those two dark things were indeed, as he said, too small.
However, it is only as long as a fist and not as thick as a bayonet.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda and Senior Soldier Ikehaashi looked at each other in confusion, what the hell is this? Can this be eaten?
Seeing the two people hesitating, Mu Dun'er's red face looked a little anxious because of running back and forth for several hundred meters, "Uncle, it's delicious. If I hadn't been lucky today, I might not have been able to find such a big one."
There were beads of sweat on his red face, and there was some hope and grievance in his eyes. Although he knew that he wanted to give it to the soldiers of his country, not to Japanese people like himself, but for some reason, Second Lieutenant Matsuda's
Still feeling soft in my heart, I reached for one, threw it to the superior soldier, picked up one myself, and broke it in half.
The sweet potato pulp, which is as yellow as gold and has been roasted until ripe, exudes an alluring aroma. Even though they stole a few steamed buns to satisfy their hunger last night, for two strong soldiers, the consumption of this day and night is too much.
, naturally it is far from what one person and two steamed buns can solve, but because of the need to escape, the belly is forced to forget the fact that it is still empty.
But now that they suddenly woke up from their sleep, their stomachs couldn't be coaxed anymore. Coupled with the excitement of this alluring aroma, their stomachs began to growl at the same time. They had been roasted so dark that it made people feel uncomfortable.
The slightly disgusted sweet potato skin could not stop the protest from the belly. At that moment, the two of them no longer cared about anything else, not even the scalding temperature of the sweet potato flesh, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
"How's it going? Uncle, I'm not lying to you! Even Uncle Shan Ying said the sweet potatoes I baked were delicious." Mu Dun'er quietly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and asked with some pride.
"Well! Little brother, why don't you eat?" Second Lieutenant Matsuda habitually used politeness from Japan.
Then he suddenly discovered that the little Chinese boy only had two pitiful little sweet potatoes in his pocket, and they were divided between the two of them. The second lieutenant's pride as an officer suddenly made him feel a little embarrassed.
"Uncle, you guys eat. Only when you're full can you fight the little devil. I just ate in the morning, I'm not hungry." Mu Duner patted his stomach and said.
Although, the rapid growling in his belly made his red face even redder.
The simple little boy is telling lies with his eyes open.
"Little brother, can you tell me why you hate the Japanese so much?" For some reason, Second Lieutenant Matsuda suddenly wanted to communicate with the Chinese child in front of him who he had never even looked at.
From this lie, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of fear. It seemed that what was scary about the Chinese people was not their tenacity, but their attitude.
"Because they want to take away my big black and small black! And their big iron bird." Mudun'er pointed to the sky, "They also burned our house. When I grow up, I will also learn from it.
Open the iron bird and fight them."
"Uncle, let me tell you, not only will I fight with little Japs in the future, but my Dahei has also killed a young Japs. He just used its horns to stab the kid with a knife in the butt."
Mudun'er praised Daheiyang proudly, and then a trace of sadness flashed across his face, "It's true that my Dahei was also killed by the Japanese."
The duo's whole body was cold at this moment. If such a small Chinese child, even the sheep he raised, had to fight to the end with their empire, tens of millions of Chinese people, could the empire really conquer them?
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PS: I recommend the new book "The Farming World of All Heavens" by the "idiot old man" of the military group. It belongs to the military fantasy category and deals with seedling cultivation. Book friends who like this kind of books can save it first.