The little soldier who was chatting with Lao Zhong took Lao Zhong's ID card and ran towards the village in the distance. He turned back and shouted: "The chief mentioned you, I will report it right away. Don't wander around."
This is not Wangjiayu, but Luxiyu Village next to Wangjiayu, which is still a few miles away from Wangjiayu.
Further ahead is the blockade area. Anyone who enters Wangjiayu must first confirm their true identity in several surrounding villages before being released. If you rush in rashly, I'm sorry, you are very likely to be patrolled by soldiers.
Arresting him as an invading agent is no joke.
"Mr. Wang, let me wait here for a while. Comrade Chief will be here soon." Lao Zhong was very clear about the rules inside, lit a pot of dry smoke, squatted on the ground and said to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu teased the little warrior and nodded indifferently.
As the head of the headquarters, safety must be the most important thing. If bad guys sneak into our military headquarters, who will be responsible if something goes wrong.
"Can your two green balls really buy two villages?" The little warrior held the gun and looked at the jade ball in surprise, and asked weakly: "Are you a wealthy landlord?"
In his impression, his village had hundreds of people and thousands of acres of land.
In the past, these lands belonged to the landlords in the village. When he was a child, he let the landlords graze their cattle. Two small balls could buy two such villages. This is not a landlord's old wealth, but a particularly big landlord's old wealth.
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"Landlord and old man!" Wang Xu thought seriously and said, "I don't count, I am a patriotic businessman. Do you know what a patriotic businessman is?"
The little warrior shook his head and subconsciously took a few steps back.
He doesn't understand patriotic businessmen, but grandpa said that rich people are bad.
Wang Xu looked like a rich man at first glance, and he was probably not a good person, the little warrior thought in his heart.
Wang Xu didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that the little soldier was afraid of him, he pretended to be fierce and whispered: "You guessed it right, I am the landlord and the rich man. I will tell your father as soon as I enter the village.
I will buy you and make you a serf for my family."
"I, I don't want to be a serf!" The little soldier looked about to cry. Just when Wang Xuda was about to laugh at him, he saw the muzzle of the gun coming across and cried: "I will kill you, a big landowner!"
...boom...
"I am Cao!" Hearing the gunshot, Wang Xu's heart pounded and his mind went blank.
Yu Zecheng said that there is great terror in the face of death, and people who do not undergo strict training will be frightened and overwhelmed.
Wang Xu had previously felt that Yu Zecheng was exaggerating.
Now he didn't think so anymore. Looking at the little soldier who was crying and pulling the trigger, he felt his legs were a little weak.
"Xiong Doll, who asked you to shoot!" Old Zhong was also anxious. He threw away the pipe and pot in his hand and snatched the gun from the little soldier.
The little soldier was so frightened that he couldn't hold back his cry. He choked and said: "He is a landlord and a rich man. He wants to make me a serf. I don't want to be a serf."
"Fuck!" This was the second time Wang Xu cursed because he couldn't hold it back.
For the first time in his life, he discovered that some things should not be said carelessly. If you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning.
When he looked down, he saw that the bullet did not hit him, but flew past his sleeve and tore a hole in it.
Wang Xu didn't know whether he should be lucky or not. The little soldier obviously didn't have many chances to shoot, and his shots were inaccurate. The gun in his hand was only fired once, just by pulling the bolt. It would take an old Red Army soldier to come here, I guess.
If you are reimbursed for one shot, then you can cry without tears.
"Mr. Wang, it's true that you shouldn't say something nonsense, it will kill someone!" Lao Zhong took the gun, his face turned red from suppressing it.
If Wang Xu had been his subordinate, or one of his own, Lao Zhong would have scolded him long ago.
If you think you are a tough guy and talk to a little Red Army about being a landlord and a rich man, the other party will not shoot you, but they will still let you eat.
In 1938, a certain division commander rode a tall horse, wore a Japanese officer's military uniform, and was shot by friendly troops. This is a lesson learned from the past that was forged with blood and tears.
"Whoever fired the gun, who is shooting!" As soon as a shot was fired, the chief stationed in Luxiyu Village was also alerted by the gunfire.
Wang Xu held his left arm and looked at the chief and guards coming from a distance, with an expression on his face that made him laugh or cry.
He thought about it many times, but none of his meetings with these founding fathers had been so embarrassing.
Should I hate it? I can’t.
Wang Xu is not a person who shirks his responsibilities. He knows that he did not complain about the shot. He was just looking for a cure. If he was not killed, he would have earned it.
Looking at the hole in the sleeve of his left arm, Wang Xu secretly gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "Every time you suffer, you gain wisdom. If you survive this time, you must remember this lesson. When you face strangers in the future, you must not
No more nonsense."
As a modern person, the way you speak is inevitably influenced by modern times.
But if there is, it depends on the occasion. Some of the jokes you think may not sound so to others.
The mistake Wang Xu made was to ignore the hatred that ordinary people, especially the revolutionary ranks, have for landlords in this era.
Is this kind of joke allowed? No, Wang Xu made such a joke and the other party fired. It’s hard to say who is right and who is wrong.
"Comrade Deputy Chief of Staff, this is Mr. Wang from Tianjin. We are the traffic officers of Tianjin." Seeing the chief coming, Lao Zhong quickly dropped his gun and stepped forward to salute a military salute.
The chief waved his hand, glanced at Wang Xu, who was holding his arms, and scolded the young soldier: "Nonsense, this is a patriotic businessman from Tianjin. Who asked you to shoot? Isn't this nonsense?"
After saying this, the chief quickly stepped forward, personally inspected Wang Xu's injury, and said comfortingly: "Mr. Wang, Tianjin has already sent a telegram regarding your matter. We sincerely welcome your arrival. This time
,this time..."
The chief looked apologetic and wanted to say that this was a misunderstanding, but he was embarrassed to say the rest.
Wang Xu smiled bitterly and shook his head. This Comrade Deputy Chief of Staff will be famous in later generations. He was also the highest officer of our party who died during the Anti-Japanese War. He still has to give him this face.
"Chief, I'm fine, but this little soldier..." Wang Xu paused, looking embarrassed.
When he saw Wang Xu's expression, the commander thought it was Wang Xu expressing his dissatisfaction, and quickly apologized on behalf of the soldier.
The little soldier was still in a state of confusion. He looked pitifully at this and that, not knowing what he had done wrong.
I found that everyone's expressions were not very good, and the chief even had a dark face, and he burst into tears.
"Mr. Wang, I will strictly criticize him when I go back. This kind of thing will never happen again." The leader felt bitter and could only try to comfort Wang Xu.
After all, Wang Xu's identity was unusual. He was a patriotic businessman who came from Tianjin to inspect the headquarters. He was almost killed by his own people in front of his home. If such a thing were to be revealed, the impact would be very bad.
Wang Xu looked at the chief's face, then at the sobbing little soldier, shook his head firmly and said, "No, I mean, this little soldier still needs to practice his marksmanship!"
Wang Xu did not blame the little warrior, because this time the responsibility lies with him. He is an adult and needs to be responsible for his words and deeds.
I remember that in modern times, Wang Xu had seen such news. When the White-Haired Girl musical was just released, the actor who played Huang Shiren was acting out the plot of forcing Xi'er, and the soldiers below actually opened fire.
At first, everyone thought this man was a spy.
Later, after an investigation, I found out that the soldier who fired the gun had a sister who was harmed by a landlord, and he couldn't figure out why he hanged himself. Seeing that Huang Shiren wanted to harm Xi'er, the soldier thought of his sister without having a second thought.
Just raise the gun.
Wang Xu thought about it seriously and found that the actor who played Huang Shiren was really unjust and it would be a shame for him to die.
"Mr. Wang, it's very, very humorous!" The chief did not expect that Wang Xu would say this in the end.
Lao Zhong was stunned for a moment, he couldn't let the chief down, so he praised: "Yes, it's quite humorous..."
In this way, a crisis of trust gradually faded away with a few humorous words.
Only the little soldier who fired the gun looked at everyone aggrievedly, not knowing what happened.