"Don't move, there are mines planted by the Japanese over there!"
The bullet hit the ground in front of the bearded man, splashing a handful of dust.
The two people, who were stimulated to fight back, received the reminder and saw the large crater caused by the previous landmine explosion not far away. They suddenly broke out in cold sweat and were terrified.
"Thanks for the reminder, brother!"
At this moment, the one-eyed dragon and the bearded man finally let down their guard.
If the other party hadn't reminded him, Beard's little move would have stepped on a landmine, and neither of them would have survived!
"Brother Niu, there are eight groups coming, go and bring them in."
Zhou Yang turned his head and shouted towards Niu Er.
"ah?"
Niu Er was stunned for a moment, then ran towards the door, opened it, and took the bearded two in.
As soon as the two bearded men came in, they were shocked when they saw the Japs lying on the ground.
"Here, our people have already called over?"
The bearded man pointed at the Japs on the ground, with confusion on his face, and couldn't help but turn to the one-eyed dragon and ask.
Niu Er shook his head quickly and said to Zhou Yang who was walking down from the sentry tower: "These little devils were all killed by the living god himself!"
"Niu Er, my surname is Zhou, and my last name is Yang."
Seeing Niu Er calling himself a living god, Zhou Yang smiled at him and said, then he hugged his fists towards the one-eyed dragon.
"How can it be?"
The bearded man looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.
However, the blood flowing out of the Japs was still bright, and besides Zhou Yang and Niu Er, there was only one strange cow around.
Niu Er looked like an honest villager at first glance, but if he said he killed people, he didn't have that temperament.
If this man hadn't killed him, could it have been the cow?
This time,
The eyes of the one-eyed dragon and the bearded man changed when they looked at Zhou Yang, and they became extremely respectful!
Especially the bearded man. After confirming that Zhou Yang alone had killed these Japs, his eyes looked at Zhou Yang like twinkling stars, as if he were looking at an idol. He introduced: "My name is Zhang Long, and this is me."
Squad leader, Zhang Ligong."
Zhou Yang nodded and threw the backpack he was holding on the ground: "I'm hungry, everyone, come over and have something to eat."
It contains canned food and marching rations that he cleaned out from the space supplies he brought with him.
The four of them sat on the steps of the big house.
Zhou Yang happened to inquire about the situation here from the mouths of these people. Although he had seen the movie Bullfighting, the specific background of the movie was not clear. The whole movie revolved around Niu Er, who had never been out of the mountains.
For a man who is illiterate and honest, his environment is limited to this village.
Zhou Yang has watched the second story for too long and experienced time travel. Apart from a few impressive scenes, he can no longer remember the specific plot.
"What kind of territory is this place? But it is also occupied by the Japanese?"
Zhou Yang took out his saber, pierced the can lid with a strong force, and pried open the can lid with a slight lift. Looking at the confused eyes of the two cyclops, Zhou Yang took out the prepared words: "I am from the Tianjin Zhou family.
I went to West Point Military Academy in the United States five years ago. I returned to China after completing my studies last year. However, I encountered a shipwreck on the way back and lost contact with my family. After a lot of twists and turns, I returned to China. After returning to Tianjin, I found that there was
Already occupied by the devils!
Fortunately, there were still a few loyal servants in Tianjin, and I learned from them that my family had moved to Chongqing. So I went all the way south, but encountered rebels on the way, and got separated from my servants during the bumpy journey.
Now, along the way, I have lost my way and I don’t know where I am.”
After Zhou Yang's words, the two of them sighed at how miserable this man was, and at the same time they couldn't help but stand in awe.
Although Zhang Ligong and the others did not know where the United States was, let alone what West Point Military Academy was, they could tell that the young man in front of them had studied abroad!
He is a person with great knowledge!
In the pre-Qing Dynasty, it should be worth a Jinshi!
Under the guidance of the political commissar, they have considerable respect for knowledge. Especially, this man is both civil and military. He can kill more than twenty well-trained little devils with one shot!
The one-eyed dragon took a closer look at Zhou Yang, and sure enough he felt that he had a tall and straight figure, with a strong and iron-blooded aura, and a bit of a fragrant aroma of books.
Although the clothes he was wearing were stained with mud, they were obviously of Western style and made of unusual materials, not something ordinary people could wear.
"Mr. Zhou."
Zhang Ligong raised his fist towards Zhou Yang and introduced: "Zhang Long and I are both mud-legged. We have never been out of this flat mountain area in our lives. We are not familiar with the outside world, but we still know a little about this three-acre land.
This is the border of Shandong, Pingshan County, and the mountain below us is called Pingshan. Years ago, Pingshan County was occupied by the Japanese. Our squadron broke into pieces and went up the mountain to fight guerrilla warfare with the Japanese.
In addition to our Pingshan Squadron, there are also the Qingcheng Squadron, the Qingyuan Squadron, and the Kuomintang Liao Qingshan Division on the mountain. Because the guerrillas and the Japanese are constantly fighting guerrillas, the Japanese now not only carry out raids, but also set up roadblocks everywhere in Pingshan.
A blockade has been set up, and it is very difficult for Mr. Zhou to continue south to Chongqing!"
"yes."
Throwing away the empty can, the round can rolled far away.
Zhang Ligong saw Zhou Yang's melancholy expression and said, "The king's flag is changing at the top of the city. The situation is changing rapidly. There is a tug-of-war on the front line. We don't know when our troops will be able to fight back.
Sir, why don't you go back with us and wait until our people come back before heading south to Chongqing."
Zhou Yang did not answer Zhang Ligong in a hurry, but frowned and took out the cigarette from his ear, turned on the lighter and lit it.
Looking at Niu Er who had been hungry for who knows how long and kept eating, Zhou Yang patted his shoulder: "Brother Niu Er, why don't you come with me to the Zhang brothers' place to stay for a while?"
Hearing this, Niu Er raised his head and glanced at the cows nesting there: "I promised Camp Commander Sun to take care of Xiaohua for him."
"Battle Commander Sun?"
Zhang Ligong raised his eyebrows: "But Battalion Commander Sun of the 3rd Brigade of the 115th Division?"
Niu Er thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said vaguely while chewing something: "I don't know, others call him Camp Commander Sun."
Zhang Ligong said sadly: "It must be Battalion Commander Sun Baochuan. He was once stationed in Pingan County. Battalion Commander Sun went to the front line and died for his country in early this month."
"Ah? What to do with the cow?"
Niu Er heard this and asked blankly.
No one answered Niu Er,
The sun in the sky has gradually set in the west, and with the gloomy sky, there is already some twilight.
The mountain road was far away, so Zhang Ligong and Zhang Long were not in a hurry to go back, so they thought about spending the night in the village, and made an appointment with Zhou Yang and Niu Er, and the four of them would set off back together early tomorrow morning.
Niu Er was asked to find some clean houses, and the four of them moved in.
In the dead of night,
The snoring of the bearded man in the side room could be heard faintly, bringing a bit of popularity to this quiet village.
"Sir, what's the difference between the Eighth Route Army and the people's people?"
In the room, Niu Er boiled a pot of water for Zhou Yang and placed it on the Kang table.
After hearing this, Zhou Yang pinched the wick of the kerosene lamp on the kang table, and the flames that were jumping suddenly calmed down. Zhou Yang stretched out his hand, dipped his hand into the water in the pottery bowl, and wrote "eight" and "人" on the table.
": "Look, the ones that are not sealed are the eight-character characters of the Eighth Route Army, and the ones that are sealed are the Chinese characters."
"This is eight, this is human."
Niu Er looked at the words on the table: "My father once told me that a person is trustworthy and a good person is a good person. A person who keeps his word is a good person. Thank you sir for teaching me."
Niu Er and Zhou Yang talked a few words, but in fact they were of little value. Niu Er's understanding of the world was too narrow. Most of the time, it was like a chicken talking to a duck and playing the piano to the cow.
After Niu Er left,
Zhou Yang was lying on the kang alone, but he couldn't sleep.
I looked out the window at the moon that had hung in the night sky for some time, and I was thinking wildly in my heart, which was quite complicated. Sometimes I was thinking about things in the wasteland, and sometimes I was thinking about the world of reincarnation, and finally I didn’t know when I was lost.
I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, it was already time for the faint morning light to pour in.
I was planning to set off early in the morning, but there was morning fog again in the mountains.
Fortunately, the sun was rising, and the morning fog in the mountains quickly dispersed. However, as we were walking, Niu Er was nowhere to be seen.
Not only Niu Er, but also the cow has disappeared.
