The War of Resistance

"My lord Yuezhang, my son-in-law is very polite!" In the yard, Xiao Dupan clasped his fists and bowed to Old Mao Wang.

When Old Mao Wang saw Little Dustpan, he was very angry and funny. It turned out that he liked Little Dustpan very much, but he never thought that after Little Dustpan revealed his true nature, he would not only be lively and cute, but also Extraordinarily mischievous.

But at this time, before Old Mao Wang could speak, Little Dustpan said again: "The scholar taught me, you must be polite to your father-in-law.

Putting your left hand on top of your right hand when clasping a fist is called wishing Mr. Yue Zhang a long life, but if you put your right hand on top of your left hand, hehe, then it’s called—”

"What's it called?" Now that Shang Zhen couldn't continue practicing because of the little dustpan's mischief, he asked curiously.

"It's called returning to the west as soon as possible!" The little dustpan replied with a smile.

Amidst the loud laughter of "coaxing", Old Mao Wang really couldn't hold back his old face, he really didn't expect the little dustpan to be such a tired little plaything.

"Fuck off you bastard, see if I don't cut you a bastard!" Old Mao Wang scolded, he was lost by the little dustpan, but he used two "little bastards" in his words.

After finishing speaking, he really went to the small dustpan.

"Master Yuezhang, no, Old Uncle Wang." The little dustpan, no big or small, really made Old Mao Wang anxious and frightened, begging for mercy, turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

"What the hell, Mr. Yuezhang!" Old Mao Wang raised his leg and chased after him.

But just as the little dustpan ran to the gate of the courtyard, someone suddenly yelled outside: "Stand at attention! Brigadier Zhao is here!"

But that cry was a little late after all, and the little dustpan, who was afraid of being beaten by Mr. Wang and was eager to escape, slammed into the arms of a person who had just walked in from the courtyard gate.

To say that the man reacted very quickly, seeing the little dustpan colliding with it immediately, the man instinctively stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the little dustpan hit the palm of his hand directly.

Although the man was shaken by the bump, the palm of his hand was still on the shoulder of the little dustpan. The little dustpan that was running fast was like a jolly horse whose bit was directly strangled by the rider. Can't move at all!

"All stand at attention!" After all, it was Old Mao Wang who reacted quickly to such a matter. He stopped chasing the dustpan, and hurriedly shouted, and at the same time "slapped" to stand at attention.

Old Mao Wang recognized the person who came in, not only Old Mao Wang, but also Meng Laowai and Er Dan who joined Shang Zhen and his group did not.

Just because that person is the highest officer of the garrison here - the brigade commander surnamed Zhao.

And it was this Zhao Yuchang who almost shot the soldier who entered the house at night to see what other girls were doing in order to enforce military discipline!

The sound of standing at attention sounded, and the soldiers in the yard finally stood there with their heads held high, as if the banter between their brothers had never happened at all.

Han Liancai came in after Brigadier Zhao, and he cast a reproachful glance at Shang Zhen and the others.

Du Man died, and now Han Liancai took over Du Man's position as company commander, and he really became the company commander.

At this moment, what Han Lian was thinking was that we are usually brothers, and we can make troubles in private, but now the brigade commander ran into him, what would it be like?

"How old is it?" Brigadier Zhao let go of the small dustpan.

By this time, the little dustpan was blushing.

He hurriedly stood at attention and shouted: "I am sixteen this year, report to the officer!"

The little dustpan who had never talked to such a big official, when he was nervous, he put the "reporting officer" behind.

"You also went to the front to fight devils?" Brigadier Zhao asked curiously.

"Yes, sir, I've killed about a dozen devils!" Little Dustpan replied loudly when he heard the question.

When he was free, Xiao Dupan would also think about how many Japanese devils he had killed. He had the impression that he killed either six or seven.

But when most people are afraid that others will look down on them, they will exaggerate their achievements to some extent, let alone a child like Xiao Dupan, who has just grown up, he is no exception.

"More than ten?" The tall Brigadier Zhao looked at the little dustpan that was a head shorter than himself in shock. It seemed that he was really surprised that the little dustpan had such fighting power.

"How did you kill it?" Brigadier Zhao asked again.

"Playing with ghosts." The little dustpan was a little shy and a little proud.

Brigadier Zhao was taken aback by Xiao Dupan's reply, and then burst out laughing: "That's right! You're a big kid! Work hard, as a soldier, you have to protect your home and country!"

"Yes!" The little dustpan raised his chest proudly.

When Brigadier Zhao was dealing with the soldier who violated discipline that day, the little dustpan also saw it.

At that time, the sky was getting dark, and then the torches were lit, but the light was also dim, and the little dustpan felt that Brigadier Zhao was terrible!

Then his little dustpan went to the battlefield to kill the enemy and kill the little devils, and he relied on himself to play tricks, and then he killed those few little devils with great effort.

But someone who is an official can say "Pull him down and kill him!" He doesn't have to do it himself, and decides his life or death with a single word. Do you think it's scary?

But now that the brigade commander speaks well, he doesn't have the feeling of fear that made him feel that day. Instead, he is a rough and heroic Northwest man!

Young people worship heroes the most, so how can Little Dustpan not respect this Brigadier Zhao?!

"Don't be too restrained. I just heard that you guys are very good at beating devils. I happened to pass by and came in to have a look." Then Brigadier Zhao laughed when he saw Shang Zhen and the others standing like javelins.

But Shang Zhen and the others still stood upright.

The biggest official among them is Wang Laomao, the former platoon leader, and above that platoon leader is the company commander, battalion commander, regimental commander, and then the brigade commander.

The brigade commander said that we are not allowed to be too restrained, so we will not be restrained?

How is this possible? As far as this is concerned, Shang Zhen and the others naturally understand, this is the army!

This situation is like the ancient emperor Lao Tzu saying to one of his proud courtiers, "Come, give Ai Qing a seat."

Then which favored courtier can sit down like a golden sword? Then you have to sit down with your buttocks owed, and it’s not bad to be able to sit on your buttocks halfway!

At this time, Brigadier Zhao saw that Shang Zhen and the others were still standing still, but he didn't care.

Isn't that what an official is like, if he lets his subordinates do what he wants, it can be regarded as a favor to his subordinates, but if his subordinates are really free, he might think in his heart, is this my subordinate? It's too unruly!

"Are you practicing bayonet fighting?" At this moment, Brigadier Zhao saw Shang Zhen standing with his gun.

"Report sir, yes!" Shang Zhen replied loudly as he touched his heel.

How could Shang Zhen think that his brigade commander would stop by to inspect?

These days he kept practicing bayonet fighting, except for Wang Laomao, no one else was idle.

Although Shang Zhen didn't ask others to practice with him, after all, he is the leader now, so there is no reason for the leader to train others but not follow.

Besides, the people in the 29th Army treated them well. Although they said that they were not a good guy every day, and there was nothing delicious except for cornmeal and corn bread, but that was enough.

In order to retrieve Shang Zhen's little dustpan and the others, Du Man also sacrificed because of this, but the people of the 29th Army did not make things difficult for them. Based on this, the officers of the 29th Army are indeed kind in terms of life. !

Now that I have food and have seen the cruelty of the battlefield, it is always beneficial and harmless to practice more skills.

Shang Zhen and the others also wrapped straw ropes around the wooden stakes standing in the corner to make an imaginary enemy. It was a target for assassination, and there was still a big knife of the 29th Army on it!