The War of Resistance

In the darkness, Shang Zhen felt the light, and there seemed to be a hand gently touching his forehead in the light.

Shang Zhen couldn't help but frown, why did he feel that hand felt so familiar to him.

The hand was neither big nor small. It was square and felt like a small rake for working.

Due to too much work, my hands were covered with calluses.

So when that hand touched his forehead, he felt a stinging sensation.

Of course, Laba, that is also the Northeastern dialect. If it can be understood by Chinese people from the east, west, north, and south, that is, the hand that touched his forehead was a little sluggish, which could relieve the itch.

Is this my mother's hand?

Shang Zhen was confused.

He hadn't thought of his mother for a long time.

At first he felt that he had forgotten his mother, but now that he thought about it, it was not that he had forgotten, but that his memory had fallen asleep.

its not right! The day before September 18th, I joined the army. At that time, my mother who was lying on the kang could only breathe. So who was touching me now? Could it be that my mother came to see me somewhere?

Shang Zhen thought in a confused and sober manner.

As a veteran, Shang Zhen is not afraid of dead people, not to mention that the dead person is his mother.

But just when he began to miss the warm feeling touching his forehead, that feeling disappeared.

Following this, there was a slightly cool feeling on his forehead.

Um? This feeling is familiar and unforgettable to me. It feels a bit like Leng Xiaozhi's cold "little melon seeds".

When he was escorting Leng Xiaozhi to northern Shaanxi, he had to carry that girl on his back.

The girl naughtily put her hands into his collar. Those hands were like those in winter. Yes, it was the cool feeling now.

Should he touch her a little? He is already quite old. In his sleep, Shang Zhen's manly heart began to trouble her.

Memories sometimes fall asleep, but similarly, men's physiology sometimes just falls asleep.

It's just that Shang Zhen is Shang Zhen after all. Even at this moment, he was still subconsciously analyzing according to his habitual logic. He was hot and cold now, wasn't he just showing off?

The swing is actually malaria. It is a feeling of hot and cold, which is similar to the situation in Shang Zhen's dream.

In fact, what would Shang Zhen do?

Malaria is an intestinal infectious disease, and he just confused fever with tremors in his dream.

However, when he thought of showing off, Shang Zhen's thoughts finally retreated, and he turned over subconsciously.

And just turning over made him grin in pain. He woke up from half a dream and opened his eyes.

The sun had risen, and a beam of sunlight fell on his chest through the gap in the melon shed.

Only then did Shang Zhen realize that he actually slept until the morning of the next day. There was a hot feeling on his forehead. Where did it come from his mother's hands? That must be because of the sunlight!

Only then did Shang Zhen realize that he was in the melon shed of Xiaojiu's family.

Yesterday, after Xiaojiu brought him to this melon shed, he did not go to sleep immediately.

Just because his back was injured, it needed to be taken care of after all, and he couldn't reach it himself.

Xiaojiu got some water and helped him clean it. Shang Zhen was only injured for half a day. The blood had stopped but the wound had not scabbed. When Xiaojiu touched the blood, it started to flow again.

The pain is indeed painful, but when you think about the soldiers who died and were more seriously injured, this little pain is just a small pain in the ears! Shang Zhen endured it.

After cleaning, Shang Zhen randomly ate a big pancake and went to bed.

He couldn't figure out what the big cake tasted like, just because the big cake was stained red with his blood.

Shang Zhen slept in the afternoon yesterday, and now the sun has risen. He glanced at the skylight outside the hut, which was always around seven o'clock.

"Alas" Shang Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

His mother must be gone, and he doesn't know where Leng Xiaozhi is, but he will eventually return to the main army.

But when he climbed out of the shack, he saw Xiaojiu running over in a hurry.

"Oh! You're awake!" Xiao Jiu shouted in surprise.

Shang Zhen nodded.

What city can a child have? That Xiaojiu has already regarded Shang Zhen as a good friend who talks about everything!

But just when Shang Zhen wanted to say goodbye to Xiao Jiu, a kind-hearted child, what Xiao Jiu said shocked him.

"Did you know? Another person died in the village!" Xiao Jiu said.

What's the meaning? Shang Zhen didn't realize that two old people were beaten to death by Japanese soldiers in the village yesterday. Another person died today. What does that mean?

"Are the Japanese coming again?" Shang Zhen asked.

But at the same time, he thought in his heart, it's impossible. Could it be that the Japanese invaders came into the village quietly and shot people? Although I said I slept relatively soundly this time, there was no way I wouldn't wake up if there was gunfire.

"Oh! You didn't listen to me." Xiao Jiu said, "The village was on fire yesterday. Aren't there a few people who haven't come back yet? But after they came back, there were fewer people. I heard the adults said that they encountered Japanese in the wild. Devils, several people were beaten to death by Japanese devils."

Shang Zhen didn't respond. What he was thinking in his mind was that the Japanese were just beasts and bandits. It would be strange if they didn't kill people wherever they went. They didn't care whether Chinese people were in villages or in the wilds.

"But this happened yesterday." Xiaojiu continued, "I'm talking about the death in the village this morning. The Liu Neng who told you yesterday was killed in his own home!"

Um? Shang Zhen was really stunned this time, he didn't believe his ears.

Liu Neng was the villager who was the first to accuse him yesterday, saying that it was the resistance of the Chinese army that led to the Japanese killings.

Of course Liu Neng's name, Shang Zhen, was told by Xiaojiu.

Liu Neng's statement is actually very funny, ignorant and like a turtle. This statement is like the Japanese invaders saying to the Chinese people, if you all be good citizens of the imperial army, then the imperial army will be very kind to you. !

The statement about Liu Neng's awakening fits well with the statement made by the Japanese invaders.

If it were all like that guy Liu Neng said, the Chinese would not only be afraid, but would definitely have become slaves to subjugation!

But even so, Shang Zhen didn't have any overreaction on the spot yesterday. After being a soldier for so many years and fighting so many battles, he has seen many things.

He just regarded Liu Neng as an ignorant person, a kind of ignorant person.

But now, that guy Liu Neng is dead!

"How did he die?" Shang Zhen asked blurtly.

"I heard someone crying at their house this morning. When I went over to see you, I actually saw Liu Neng, but he only had a body and no head. I wanted to look again, but the adults kicked him back.

I heard what the villagers said. They said it was because I scolded you again yesterday. You went over in the middle of the night and ripped off his head, right? "Xiaojiu said again.

"What? Where is this? How is it possible?" Shang Zhen was really shocked by Xiaojiu, no, the villagers' really weird brain circuits.

He opened his mouth really wide, and after a moment of confusion, he came back to his senses and said urgently: "They are all Chinese, and I will kill him without any grudges, haha?"

"Yes, that's what I said, but some adults don't believe it. My father wouldn't let me move, so I finally took the opportunity to come over and report to you."

"Oh", Shang Zhen responded.

His mother's calloused hands and Leng Xiaozhi's slightly cold hands were all forgotten by him. Having fully woken up, he began to think about the matter in front of him.

Of course Shang Zhen didn't know what the situation was now, he just knew that Liu Neng was dead.

So how did he die? How was he killed? How did the head fall off? Was it chopped off with a kitchen knife, a machete, or an axe?

This kind of thing is like fighting on the battlefield. You must first determine the enemy's situation.

Shang Zhen began to think clearly, and while he was thinking, Xiao Jiu looked at him with clear eyes. It was obvious that this child believed in him.

It only took a moment, but Shang Zhen, who had already sorted out his thoughts, suddenly laughed and said, "Then the adults in your village didn't say they were coming to arrest me?"

Shang Zhen slept in the melon shed yesterday, and Xiaojiu came to help him deal with his injuries. People in the village should know this.

So, according to the brain circuits of those adults, it is reasonable for others to arrest him as a somewhat suspicious suspect.

"Someone told them, but no one dared to come over. You have both long and short guns." Xiao Jiu replied.

Shang Zhen grinned after hearing Xiaojiu's words and thought to himself, what are the folk customs of this place? The soft one is bullying the hard one!

But after coming back from anger, now that I have encountered this incident, how much does it still have something to do with me? Then he must go and have a look, Shang Zhen thought again.

"Let's go, you come with me, and I'll go to the village to see what's going on." Shang Zhen said.