The War of Resistance

There was a sound of surprise in the dilapidated house. It was a sound of surprise. Although the sound was suppressed very low, the joy still seemed to make the dust in the room tremble.

The reason was that the soldiers in the room looked at the few people who had appeared in front of them with great surprise and shock.

The one squatting in the middle is Shang Zhen, and the one squatting with Shang Zhen is Bai Zhan.

But there were four soldiers behind Shang Zhen, especially the big man who could hold up two men even though he was also squatting, which was enough to shock Mr. Wang and the others!

But Shang Zhen's eyes swept across their faces, and there was a kind of kindness in his eyes that only belonged to men.

In such a huge battlefield, hundreds of soldiers are killed every day. How can they reunite together? Is this easy? It’s not easy!

"You kid, you still know how to come back from the dead!" In the end, it was Mr. Wang who spoke first, and then Mr. Wang hit Shang Zhen on the shoulder with his fist.

Wang Lao Mao's hit was so hard that Shang Zhen, who was already squatting on the ground a little unsteadily, trembled backwards.

Then he touched the big man squatting behind him and steadied himself. At this time, Mr. Wang and the others felt like they were in shock.

"Hehe." Shang Zhen smiled.

Shang Zhen smiled like this, and everyone laughed too, but what Shang Zhen said next made everyone unable to laugh: "I'm back from the dead, but this time we won't all die together, right?

Let’s talk later. Let’s see if we can survive today! . "

When he said the next sentence, Shang Zhen stood up, bowed and walked forward.

Yes, the joy of rendezvous was immediately replaced by the dangerous enemy situation. They had experienced countless battlefields, but if they were discovered by the Japanese army this time, it would be a desperate situation, the kind of desperate situation where the group would be wiped out!

The front of this house is naturally the location where Wang Laomao and the others observed previously, which means that the pile of rubble is still there, and the body of the Northeast Army soldier is still buried.

But now the exposed part of the body, that is, the part below the calf, has been buried by Mr. Wang and the others.

Qiu Bo, who followed Shang Zhen, glanced at Shang Zhen and frowned when he saw Shang Zhen reach the rubble pile and start to lie down and crawl forward.

It is now mid-April and the weather is starting to heat up.

Although the temperature was not very high, the body of the anti-Japanese soldier had a faint body odor after being left there for a long time.

Do veterans like Shang Zhen and others need to take a special look? The nose only needs to smell it to know what it smells like.

"A brother from the Northeast Army was killed here, and we buried him." Qiu Bo finally reminded Shang Zhen in a low voice.

Shang Zhen said "Oh" and walked around the rubble in front of him expressionlessly, but looked forward from the side.

It's just that Qiu Bo didn't know that Shang Zhen's heart was not as peaceful as he appeared on the surface.

As a veteran, Shang Zhen had heard that the fortifications of the Chinese army were completely destroyed by Japanese firepower when they were defending their positions. In desperation, they piled the bodies of their fallen brothers in front of them as a bunker.

However, Shang Zhen's experience in positional warfare was limited, and he had no experience in that area.

Thinking about it, the defenders who used the corpses of their brothers as bunkers were helpless. Now, whenever possible, he would not climb over the fallen Northeastern Army soldiers. This is also a kind of respect for the brothers in the same trench.

On the other hand, Shang Zhen was sighing in his heart. He was sure that the fallen Northeast Army brother was from Lu Dahu Camp, but he didn't know who it was, and he didn't know if he had met him or even met him. know.

However, Shang Zhen also knew that now was not the time to be sentimental. He observed the situation outside for a while and then retreated, while Qiu Bo stayed in place as an observation post.

Shang Zhen was new to this house. In a war, no matter how powerful the enemy was, he still had to make preparations. He had to observe the terrain first.

Seeing Shang Zhen walking through the remaining rooms in the house, Mr. Wang followed him this time.

This time, he didn't say that Shang Zhen "finally came back from the dead." Instead, he muttered in Shang Zhen's ear with great interest: "Boy, okay, he is an official material after all!"

Shang Zhen glanced at Mr. Wang in confusion, wondering why Mr. Wang said this.

"You see, your kid has only been away for more than a month, so he has formed another team, that big guy who looks like a black iron tower, tsk tsk." Mr. Wang praised sincerely, not knowing where he was. When you praise Shang Zhen, you still praise the big man, or both.

Mr. Wang really praised me sincerely.

Mr. Wang, however, has a common problem among Northeastern people, that is, they cannot say nice things well.

It's like someone's little boy is growing up very healthy and strong. If ordinary people look at it, they will say, "Oh, this kid is so good-looking. He will be as strong as a calf when he grows up!"

But there is a kind of man who, when he sees someone's child growing strong, reaches out and slaps the child's exposed fleshy buttocks, and then slaps the child until he cries.

Northeastern people call such men hóuqīn'er, and no one knows how to write those two characters. Anyway, it means that adults like children very much but don't know how to express them, so they are careless.

And when this kind of character falls on Mr. Wang, when others see Shang Zhen, they will say, "Oh, boss, you are back!"

But when it comes to Mr. Wang’s mouth, it becomes, you are finally back from the dead!

So in Mr. Wang’s opinion, it’s easy for me to praise individuals!

But then he saw that Shang Zhen, instead of showing a happy expression after hearing his words, the corner of his mouth twitched, ignored him at all, and went to another room instead.

Oops, this little bastard has lost his temper after not being seen for a few days! Mr. Wang was angry.

But he didn't know what Shang Zhen was doing mentally at this time.

When Shang Zhen heard Wang Lao Mao say that he had gathered a team again, he felt like a needle was really stuck in his heart.

Although it was impossible to stab him to death, it still stung his heart!

What can he say to Mr. Wang? Said to be! I, Shang Zhen, gathered another team, and at most there was almost a company!

But now, out of nearly a company, there are only five left in total including himself!

The brothers who had saved him had all been killed!

The Northeastern Army brother you mentioned who was buried might be the brother I know!

So at this moment, if Mr. Wang talks about this topic, how can Shang Zhen be in a good mood?

Shang Zhen looked around with a calm face and returned to the middle room. Most people were still hiding in the middle of the room, helpless.

But at this time, Qiu Bo, who was observing from the front, whispered: "Oh no, the little devil has started searching!"