The War of Resistance

The sun has risen, and there is a faint gleam in the snow field, but the winter is still cold.

But at this time, Shang Zhen and Leng Xiaozhi have temporarily forgotten the cold.

That's not because the two of them hugged each other. In the temperature of minus 20 degrees, the two of them hugged each other just a little less cold than before. It's impossible to say it's warm.

Shang Zhen and Leng Xiaozhi temporarily forgot about the cold, but it was because Leng Xiaozhi slipped into Shang Zhen's arms and was dishonest, but she stuffed her cold little hands from Shang Zhen's cotton padded coat, and directly stuffed them into Shang Zhen's arms. In the trembling armpits.

Leng Xiaozhi's cold paws were stuffed into Shang Zhen's warm armpits, which made Shang Zhen shiver!

"Oh, little aunt, can you calm down a bit?" Shang Zhen really didn't want to take advantage of Leng Xiaozhi.

"I'll take it out when it's hot." Leng Xiaozhi said with a grin.

But now she has already figured out that Shang Zhen has a good temper. In her mind, I promise you three lives and three lives, so what if I just use you gǎ to cover my hands?

Shang Zhen was speechless, and could only let Leng Xiaozhi's hand rest there.

After a while, Leng Xiaozhi felt that her hands were warming up, so she reluctantly pulled them out.

But as soon as she moved her hand, she felt that her hand touched something, and then her hand moved again inside Shang Zhen's clothes.

"Where are you gawking?" Shang Zhen said angrily.

Shang Zhen is also a company commander now, but he was dressed in a shirt when he was mixed with Hao Zhenglong's special training team.

Even though Leng Xiaozhi was courageous, he didn't have the nerve to stuff his hand into it, but it was between Shang Zhen's shirt and cotton padded jacket.

"What's in your pocket?" It turned out that when Leng Xiaozhi pulled his hand out, he touched the pocket inside Shang Zhen's cotton coat.

"Three Lives Three Worlds!" Shang Zhen said angrily, "Oh, I'll take it out for you, don't be fooled!"

Hearing what Shang Zhen said, Leng Xiaozhi pulled his hand out.

How could there be something like Sansheng III in the pocket of the padded jacket, it contained the photo that Leng Xiaozhi gave Shang Zhen, and the four words written by Leng Xiaozhi on it were "Three Lives III".

Shang Zhen reached out to take out the contents of the pocket, but it was wrapped in a piece of paper, judging by the size, it should be a photo.

It's just that when Leng Xiaozhi took the paper and opened the paper, her eyes lit up, and there was not only the one she gave to Shang Zhen, but also a photo of Shang Zhen himself, and these photos were all It was taken by them in Xi'an photo studio at that time.

"This photo of yours belongs to me!" Leng Xiaozhi began to declare his sovereignty.

Shang Zhen didn't say a word, he stretched his military uniform and continued to look at the road.

"Look at your unwillingness, do you really think I'm the wrong person?" Leng Xiaozhi was unhappy.

"Lai Taer!" Shang Zhen said with a stern face but a smile in his eyes.

"Let's be lazy, you can also write on this photo and give it to me!" Leng Xiaozhi said domineeringly.

"What kind of words do you write in winter?" Shang Zhen was not happy.

"I have to write! I promise you three lives and three lives, so why do you have to promise me forever?" Leng Xiaozhi quit, and took out his pen from his clothes after speaking.

Shang Zhen glanced at the fountain pen and couldn't help laughing: "The pen is pretty good, if you can make it come out of water, I will promise you for the rest of your life."

It turned out that Leng Xiaozhi's fountain pen was a very advanced fountain pen nowadays.

China only produced the first fountain pen in the 17th year of the Republic of China (1928), and those who can use fountain pens nowadays are not ordinary people!

The reason why Shang Zhen said that was because the weather was too cold, and the ink in the pen pouch had already frozen!

"Then who are you embarrassing?" Leng Xiaozhi said disapprovingly, and then she opened her mouth and stuffed the pen into her mouth.

"So you guys are educated, that's how you got all your ink!" Shang Zhen was annoyed and funny.

Leng Xiaozhi closed her mouth and held the tip of the pen in her mouth without making a sound.

After a while, she felt that the water in the pen would melt a bit, so she took it out and grabbed Shang Zhen's hand and said, "Write quickly, it will freeze in a while!"

Shang Zhen wanted to tease Leng Xiaozhi again, but seeing Leng Xiaozhi's shining eyes full of longing, he finally stopped talking, took the pen, and wrote crookedly on the photo. , The words "forever and ever" are even worse than the old cockroach crawling.

"You're so petty, you really write about your whole life!" Leng Xiaoxiao said childishly, but she still put away the pen after all.

But just when she was about to put away Shang Zhen's "signed photo", Shang Zhen suddenly said: "Get down, these bastards are really catching up!"

Leng Xiaozhi was terrified when she heard what Shang Zhen said, and casually stuffed the photo into the pocket of the overcoat she was wearing.

She didn't have any overcoat herself, but this overcoat was given to her by Shang Zhen and the others when they pretended to be the Northeast Army before passing the checkpoint.

There was indeed movement on the road below, but it was a truck driving over, and the truck stopped at that high hill. Since Shang Zhen and Leng Xiaozhi are now on the high point of the hill, it seems Very clear.

The two of them saw someone jumping off the truck and looking at the snowy road with their guns in their hands. Needless to say, they were looking for the footprints of the two of them.

"It belongs to the military." Leng Xiaozhi said.

Shang Zhen and the others were only a hundred meters away from those people, and the clothes the other party wore were very messy, so it didn't look like they belonged to the Northeast Army.

"I don't understand why there is such a big hatred between all Chinese people?" Shang Zhen said in a low voice.

His tone was a bit complicated, with some incomprehension, emotion and sighs.

"Class struggle." Leng Xiaozhi said.

"What?" Shang Zhen didn't understand, he really didn't know what class struggle meant.

"The rich and powerful belong to the same gang, and the poor and poor people belong to the same gang. The rich and powerful don't let the common people live. If the common people hate the rich and eat the rich, then fight them.

This is how the original peasant uprisings came about, and it is the same now. "Leng Xiaozhi explained.

Shang Zhen didn't say a word, but he felt that this was really the case.

At this time, the people who got off the truck had already started to search along both sides of the road, apparently looking for footprints.

"There are only a dozen or so people in total, how courageous they are!" Shang Zhen said angrily.

"You don't mean to do something to them, do you? There are a lot of them." Leng Xiaozhi reminded.

"It's not about the number of people." Shang Zhen replied, "If they see the two of us, no, they see my footprints, we just don't do anything.

However, we have to think of some tricks, beating people hard is a bit too much! "

Shang Zhen said while thinking, after a dozen people got off the car, there must be two or three left in the car!

In Shang Zhen's thinking, it is better to have one thing less than one thing more. If the opponent does not find his footprints, then of course it is better not to fight.

But it was only after a while that Leng Xiaozhi said: "It's so bad that they are standing there again!"

Shang Zhen is an experienced veteran.

He and Leng Xiaozhi came from the other side of the road and walked onto the road.

Because this section of the road is a high hill, there is no snow, so there are no footprints on the road.

And when walking from the highway to this hill, Shang Zhen even put Leng Xiaozhi off his shoulders on the way off the road, and walked over with Leng Xiaozhi on his back.

Then he went back to treat his own and Leng Xiaozhi's footprints with wormwood branches.

But no matter how you deal with it, there will be some traces left in the places he scratched.

And now those military spies are left in the traces he cleaned up, obviously they were discovered by others!