The War of Resistance

"Lao Deng, why haven't you watched the white chicken in the past two days?" In the darkening dusk, Solo flew to the side of Old Hantou from the cooking class and asked in a low voice.

The old man was smoking a big pipe, and as he wrapped it with his mouth, a little red light appeared on the top of the pipe.

Solo just waited, but who would have thought that Old Hantou would ignore him after exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Hey, Lao Deng, are you pretending to be deaf for me? I want to ask you something?" Solo Fei was unhappy.

"Inquire about what you should inquire about, and don't inquire blindly about what you shouldn't." At this moment, the old Hantou gave him a sentence.

Laodeng is definitely not a good word in Northeastern dialect. It can be reluctantly understood as "old thing".

It is a common phenomenon in today's Northeastern Army to use foul language.

Lao Hantou didn't mind Solo calling him Lao Deng, because he usually scolded Solo.

"Why do you need to ask? You really think I don't know what that kid is doing." Shan Fei disapproved of Old Hantou's attitude, but he should be glad that he didn't say the word "deserter".

Because at this time, Old Hantou, who was sitting on a broken wooden pillar in the yard, suddenly stood up and called "Batalion Commander."

"Don't **** me!" Shan Fei said dissatisfied.

But when he turned around subconsciously, he was dumbfounded because battalion commander Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er were standing behind him.

"Battalion, battalion commander." Solo Fei was a little at a loss. He didn't know that Shang Zhen was right behind him as soon as he entered the yard. He wasn't sure whether Shang Zhen heard what he said about Bai Zhan just now.

But the answer came next, because Shang Zhen said with a long face: "Your company commander never told you not to talk behind your back, or next time, be careful, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Shang Zhen's words were harsh enough. At least in Solo's memory, the battalion commander had never said such words before. So Solo was so frightened that he straightened his back and said "Yes".

Shang Zhen ignored Solo Fei and sat down on another wooden pillar next to Old Hantou, thinking deeply.

There were marks of slashing with knives and axes on the wooden pillar, as well as dark red blood stains.

That was because Shang Zhen and his camp had killed a few horses and had been engaged in guerrilla warfare. They really had no food.

Shang Zhen remained silent like this. He could neither leave nor leave alone, so he became embarrassed.

In the end, it was Qian Chuan'er who glanced at Shang Zhen's face and said, "Why don't you get out of here?"

Shan Fei stood up and left as if he had been granted amnesty, and Qian Chuan'er followed him out of the hospital.

How could Shang Zhen care about those two people anymore? He glanced at the big smoking pot with Old Han's head flashing, and he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, but this one smoked I was a little anxious, so I choked and coughed.

"If you can't smoke, don't smoke." Old Hantou advised.

Shang Zhen threw the cigarette to the ground, but still stared at the night in a daze.

The old Hantou glanced at Shang Zhen worriedly, took another sip from his pipe pot and blew out the smoke before slowly saying: "I'm at home. There are seven of our brothers in total. I have four brothers and two Sister, I am an old pimple."

Shang Zhen didn't know what Old Hantou was going to say, so he didn't say anything and just listened quietly.

"My father and his six brothers, my father is the eldest.

My grandfather celebrates his sixtieth birthday.

Let’s talk about it. There were only six brothers and sisters in my father’s generation. There were always four or five girls and boys in that family, and I was the seventh brother. My eldest brother already had four children at that time. So what do you think of us? How much does a big family get when they come together? "Old Hantou continued.

At this moment, Shang Zhen responded: "There are quite a few people there."

Isn’t that what a big family is like? Shang Zhen can completely imagine it.

However, there are only two brothers in their family. He would also like to have more brothers and sisters, but his mother is not in good health.

So when he was a child, Shang Zhen was very envious of the many brothers in the children's fights. If his own aunts and cousins ​​broke bones and connected tendons, they could organize an intensive class!

"When my grandfather celebrated his 60th birthday, everyone from my family came, and neighbors also came to celebrate his birthday. In the winter, we set up a running water mat in the yard. It was really lively at that time!" Lao Hantou sighed. got up.

Shang Zhen could hear the nostalgia for the past in his tone, so he blurted out: "What's wrong? If the little devil comes to Zhandong Province, he won't be able to live a happy birthday, right?"

But Old Hantou replied: "This really has nothing to do with the little devil. Before the little devil comes, my father will be gone."

Shang Zhen said "oh".

He was just in a bad mood and wandered over here to chat with Old Han Tou. He didn't expect that Old Han Tou mentioned his grandfather but it had nothing to do with the current matter.

"What I mean is that after my sixtieth birthday, my father will be gone, and my father will be gone as well, and I will join the army as a soldier again.

When I returned home after serving as a soldier for several years, all my uncles and aunts at home had also separated, and some even moved away. There was no longer the same lively atmosphere!

I won’t mention it now. It’s been almost ten years since I left home, and I don’t know what kind of trouble the little devil has caused to our family. There will never be such a big scene in this life. "Old Hantou continued to ramble, and Shang Zhen heard the sadness in Old Hantou's tone.

Shang Zhen originally just came here to relax, but he thought that Old Hantou started nagging about this again. How could this be such an annoying topic?

But just when he was about to get up and walk away, the old Hantou suddenly sighed again and said: "I went back home some time before we left the three eastern provinces. My father is gone, and only my mother is left."

Shang Zhen, who was about to get up, couldn't help but think of his mother and became a little distracted and didn't move.

"It must have been ten years ago. I was already forty at that time, and my mother was almost seventy.

My mother said, "Oh, they're all gone, and I'm the only one left alone."

I said, Mom, Xiaoqi is unfilial.

My mother said, bullshit, what does it have to do with you? There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. "

How can there be a banquet in the world that never ends?

Shang Zhen couldn't help but feel his heart move, and the faces of people he was familiar with began to flash before his eyes, such as his third brother, such as the second idiot who died in the battle, such as Xiao Dustpan who followed the Northwest Army to recover from his injuries and now has no news, such as This time Bai Zhan became a deserter again.

Shang Zhen suddenly felt that he had figured out something.

Some things are like fighting the enemy by yourself. What happened happened, and when it happened, you have to admit it. You have to do the things in front of you immediately and without delay. You have to find ways to destroy the enemy and save yourself.

And some of these things include the loss of companions, the death of death, the disappearance of disappearance, and the escape of escape.

This is essentially the same as what happened during battle. Once it happens, it cannot be changed, because change is a trend that no one can control. Is this what the old fool said about the impermanence of all things?

No, I still have to go find the old man, Ben Lao Nao.

Shang Zhen stood up as he thought to himself, and at this moment he glanced at the old Hantou who was sitting with him on the wooden pier.

The old man was smoking again, and the night had turned dark, so he could only see a figure and the red light that occasionally flashed while smoking.

Could it be that, as Big Old Stupid once said, this old Hantou was enlightened by an expert?

But this was just a thought that crossed Shang Zhen's mind, just like one of the thoughts that crossed his mind more than the stars in the sky in his life.

Because of this, Shang Zhen thought again that people have too many thoughts, and they just forgot about the idea that they might fart.

Where can there be so many masters in this world? The old fool must be considered an expert, but as for myself, having killed so many Japanese devils, maybe I am also an expert in the eyes of others.

Shang Zhen couldn't help but laugh in the dark, and then walked out of the yard.