The War of Resistance

It was already afternoon, and a gust of southwest wind blew, and the whole mountain road was filled with a bloody smell.

From the Japanese soldiers who died one after another to the puppet soldiers who basically died at once, there are now more than 200 dead people on this mountain road.

The Japanese soldiers were fine, they died gradually during the attack, and they seemed sparse on the mountain road.

But many puppet soldiers were killed by the Japanese machine guns in groups. After the death, the bodies were piled up and in various shapes.

The blood flowed from the pile of corpses to the low-lying areas. Most of them flowed down the hillside, but a small part flowed into the cracks in the rocks next to them.

The crack in the stone can allow a person to sit in it with his knees bent, but there is a dugout next to the mountain road, and the terrain is lower.

Water flows to the low places, and so does blood, so there is a blood puddle as big as a basin.

And at the edge of the blood puddle, a puppet soldier named Jiao Fenghe stood between the blood puddle and the stone wall.

The stone wall was not as strong as a blade, but at least within his height, it was straight.

So in order to avoid the blood that soaked his shoes, he could only stand against the stone wall like a stick!

He had to stick his feet to the stone wall as much as possible to temporarily avoid the invasion of the blood, so he felt like he had been punished.

This kind of punishment is to stand against the wall, from the bottom to the top of the heel, calf, buttocks, back and back of the head all have to touch the wall.

How long can a person stand like this?

The answer varies from person to person. Jiao Fenghe has a good physical fitness, but he still can't stand the blood that is still slowly but unceasingly gathering.

In the end, he could only helplessly watch the bright red blood flowing to his feet and soaking his shoes.

Gradually, he felt that the blood seeped into his shoes, and he felt that his feet had a sticky feeling.

This feeling is very bad and made him feel sick.

But even so, he should be content.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity and hid in the pile of dead bodies, and killed a Japanese soldier, then now it would not be other people's blood, no matter whether it was the Japanese or his companions, that would wet his shoes, but his blood would wet other people's shoes!

Who is Jiao Fenghe?

Jiao Fenghe was the puppet soldier who lay down and pretended to be dead when he saw the situation was not right, and then killed a Japanese soldier and hid in the crevice of the mountain.

Now he didn't know how long he could live. If the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain launched another attack, it would probably be his death.

But he just came in in a hurry, but he even threw his rifle on the spot.

And now, there are rifles seven or eight meters away from him, and not just one, there are both the Hanyang rifles he used and the Japanese Type 38 rifles.

Anyway, that's it, and he has fallen out with the Japanese. Even if he wants to be on good terms with the Japanese, how can the Japanese treat him as a human being?

With a weapon in hand, at least he could grab someone to take the blame before he died. It was impossible for him to say that when the Japanese devils attacked here, they raised their guns to kill him, and he would pick up a handful of blood on the ground and smear it on his face, right?

So he should get a gun. If the gun is a box gun and has a few grenades, it would be even better.

But the problem is that he knew that when he killed the Japanese soldier, he was seen by the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

There must be a gun aimed at this place. As long as he moved out of the protection of the stone, the Japanese bullets would arrive.

Jiao Fenghe endured the sticky feeling on his feet and looked at the gun outside the gap, and at this time he heard the gunshot.

The gunshot made him shudder involuntarily, and he leaned his body against the stone wall.

But then he squatted down, took two steps forward under the cover of the stone, looked down the mountain, and quickly shrank back.

No, he didn't see those Japanese dwarfs who were only as tall as his shoulders holding guns!

Maybe it was the Japanese devils shooting from behind?

Jiao Fenghe thought to himself and stepped back. When he hit his butt against the stone wall again, he looked at his shoes that had been filled with blood and wanted to cry but had no tears!

When he went to get a gun later, he should take off another pair of shoes, Jiao Fenghe thought to himself, but suddenly he saw a small stone from top to bottom into his eyes, and then hit the blood puddle in front of him.

The blood was sticky, but this did not prevent the stone from hitting the blood puddle with a "gurgle", and then blood drops splashed on his face.

When Jiao Fenghe subconsciously looked up, he saw a smiling face on the big rock across the mountain road!

This sudden scene made Xiao Fenghe stunned, but he was not afraid because he saw that the face was a Chinese face!

Small nose, knife-shaped face, small eyes, but it makes people look festive!

Just as Jiao Fenghe was about to talk to the person, he saw another person crawling up behind that face.

Later, this person had a simple and honest face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips, which formed a sharp contrast with the boy who just grinned at him.

Jiao Fenghe could feel that although this person was lying down later, he must be tall and big, with one hand open like a palm leaf fan, and the other hand holding a poplar pole!

"Boy, you are peeing and playing in the mud here, and you are having a good time!" The man with a small nose and small eyes spoke.

At this time, Jiao Fenghe noticed that this person with a small nose and small eyes spoke with a northeastern accent.

Who are the people who speak northeastern dialect in this place? And they are also talkative, Jiao Fenghe knows without asking! Even if the other party is not wearing a military uniform.

Just when he didn't know what to say, the person opposite asked: "Boy, what's your name?"

"Jiao Fenghe." Jiao Fenghe answered honestly, and he suddenly felt a faint hope of escaping from the predicament.

"Oh, so your last name is Jiao, this is the first time I have met someone with the last name Jiao." The little nose and small eyes said, Jiao Fenghe could feel a kind of evil light in the little eyes?

"What's wrong with the last name Jiao?" Jiao Fenghe was puzzled.

"Nothing, nothing." The man with a small nose and small eyes said, and then he chuckled twice, introducing himself: "My name is Qian Chuan'er, from the Shangzhen Camp of the Northeast Army."

"I can see that." Jiao Fenghe nodded

"You are a very brave boy. The Japanese machine guns didn't even hit you, but you knew to hide and killed a Japanese devil.

We all admire you in the back, so I decided to come and help you." Qian Chuan'er said.

"What help do you have for me? Can you save me?" Jiao Fenghe asked, his eyes lowered to his shoes that were soaked in blood.

"Big old fool, give him the thing!" Jiao Fenghe heard Qian Chuan'er say when he looked up.

It turned out that the stupid, big, black and thick guy behind him was called "Big old fool", and the skinny guy with a small nose and small eyes in front of him was called Qian Chuan'er, which was just as his name suggested.

Jiao Fenghe was thinking in his heart, and he saw that Big old fool didn't make any big movements and just stabbed the poplar pole towards him with a flick of his hand.

Jiao Fenghe quickly reached out to catch it, and when he got it in his hand, he noticed that the poplar wood pole was actually five or six meters long!

And when he looked at the end of the poplar wood pole next to his hand, there was actually a wire with a hook tied on it.

He suddenly understood why the two Northeast Army soldiers came here.

They might not be able to save him, but with this wooden pole, he would never be depressed to death.

With this wooden pole with a hook, you can hook the weapon you want!

Jiao Fenghe was about to say thank you, but Qian Chuan'er said again: "We can only help you here. When I came here just now, I almost got shot by the Japanese. If you want to live, you have to talk to your eight generations of ancestors."

"Why?" Jiao Fenghe asked subconsciously. He didn't understand what his desire to live had to do with his eight generations of ancestors who had already been buried.

"Let them bless you and let the Japanese not hit you before dark." Qian Chuan'er said.

Jiao Fenghe was actually a veteran, and he had also dealt with the Northeast Army. He hated the Northeasterners' chatter.

In terms of emotion and reason, he should thank them for sending him the wooden pole. Although they didn't directly send him a gun, he should also say thank you.

But just when he wanted to say thank you to all his eight generations of ancestors, Qian Chuan'er had already turned around and crawled back.

Then Qian Chuan'er's voice floated over again: "If you want to survive, there is another trick. See if there are any Japanese soldiers' clothes. You can get a set and put it on. I guess the Japanese soldiers may not recognize you when they come."

Hmm? Jiao Fenghe's eyes lit up. This is a human saying!