The War of Resistance

"Old Uncle Wang!"

"Old man!"

"Old man's eyes!"

"Master Taishan!"

"You really beat me up, I won't dare again!" The little dustpan tied to a tree called all the titles about his father-in-law, begging for mercy.

But old hat Wang doesn't care what the little dustpan calls himself? He took a willow branch in his hand and kept whipping it on the small dustpan.

Although it has already entered autumn and the leaves have all fallen, Shang Zhen and the others are all wearing tattered summer clothes, and with the long-term marching and fighting, all the clothes are exposed.

That's why the thin willow sticks hurt the little dustpan's body, and that's exactly what Old Mao Wang wanted.

Can it hurt your muscles? That's impossible. How could a wicker that is thicker than a thumb be pulled on the body and cause internal injuries?

But does it hurt? Then how could it not hurt? It's like pricking someone with a needle. It won't cause any serious harm, but the pain is inevitable after all.

The little dustpan is begging for mercy, but Old Mao Wang is scolding the little dustpan.

The little dustpan called Wang Laomao to address his father-in-law, and Wang Laomao responded with a curse, for example, "little bastard", "little bastard", "little bastard", "**** bastard", and then the wicker It landed on the arm of the little dustpan, on the tibia in front of the calf, on the top of the foot, and on the back of the hand.

It's really painful to hit, at most it will cause Rinko, but it will never cause serious harm!

Old Mao Wang turned and whipped it down, and took out the little dustpan, crying for father and mother, wanting to cry but without tears.

"I said that you are really not mean, you are all watching the fun from the sidelines!

Brother Huzi! Qiu Bo! Tiger Zhuzi! Those one and a half scholars, save my life quickly! "Little Dustpan was beaten so hard that his teeth were grinning. Seeing that Mr. Wang was twitching with a straight face, he had no choice but to ask others for help.

It's just this kind of thing, who else can't understand? Old Mao Wang just made him hurt, and didn't mean to kill him, so why did they stop him?

"Love is deep and responsibility is deep, good, good!" Chu Tian said.

"It's a good job beating this little bastard, making him feel uneasy, and causing everyone to be worried about him!" Hu Zhuzi said.

"Small trees don't go straight if they don't repair them, and people don't repair them, they just chirp!" Qiu Bo said.

"Then why can't I just go out to fight devils? Then if our leader goes out to fight devils alone, how can he be praised when he comes back?" Little Dustpan was beaten, still stubborn, seeing no one helping him, he unexpectedly Climb Shang Zhen.

It's just that Little Dupan didn't know that he was tied to the tree by Old Mao Wang and the others, and he didn't look back, but Shang Zhen was standing behind him.

Shang Zhen looked angrily and amusedly at Wang Laomao playing the dustpan.

Originally, he wanted to plead for mercy, but when he heard the little dustpan say that, he said: "Beat me to death! This will be the end for anyone who acts without authorization in the future!"

"Ah?" At this moment, the little dustpan realized that her only savior was behind her, but she was also offended by herself.

So he was beaten again under Wang Laomao's wicker whip.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when Shang Zhen and the others followed the Qian army to attack the Japanese army at night.

After Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao picked up the small dustpan, they returned, and on the way they encountered other soldiers who were waiting for them to return.

Erhanzi's sacrifice was an emergency, and there was no chance of saving it.

But Little Dustpan went deep into the enemy camp alone, after all, there was still a glimmer of life, so although everyone couldn't rush into the enemy camp, they still hoped that Little Dustpan would return.

In the end, the little dustpan did not disappoint them.

After participating in the battle, of course they need to rest and retreat to the rear to eat and sleep.

But after they finished repairing, tidying up the disobedient little dustpan entered Old Mao Wang's agenda.

其实所有人都明白小簸箕挨揍，那是因为王老帽对他好，爱之深责之也切那揍（就）是这个意思。

The friendship between men will never be revealed like the men and women in later TV dramas, although everyone knows it in their hearts.

So this little dustpan was not wronged at all!

After half an hour, the small dustpan was finally put down.

Mr. Wang was tired from playing with his hat on. He sat cross-legged on the ground and picked up a cigarette again, and the little dustpan was smiling instead of crying.

"I said you're a scumbag, you're still so happy to be beaten like this!" Hu Zhuzi said from the side.

"You know what a fart!" Little Dustpan retorted, "It's my father-in-law who loves me, knowing that I beat the little devil too hard, so he loosened my muscles and bones!"

What the little dustpan said made everyone laugh.

It's just that he said another sentence to be beaten: "My father-in-law gave me a tickle, this one is so comfortable, it really relieves the tickle!"

"You little bastard!" Little Dustpan's words made Old Mao Wang who was sitting on the ground jump up angrily, scared Little Dustpan ran away, and after running, he grinned.

Capital crimes can be avoided, life crimes cannot be escaped, and it is impossible to say that it does not hurt at all after being whipped by the old man!

And Old Mao Wang stood up from the ground just to scare the little dustpan, he didn't want to use his old arms and legs to chase the nimble little dustpan again.

Seeing that Old Mao Wang stopped chasing and beating him, the little dustpan hid aside and sat on the ground with a smile.

"Little dustpan, I saw you throwing a grenade at the little devil's machine gun position. It's over. When the flares go dark, you disappeared. Tell me, where was your cat at that time? You ran to the little devil's den alone What's going on inside?" Hou Wangshan asked curiously at this moment.

Seeing that the little dustpan was fine last night, everyone was happy.

After fighting for so many days, everyone was very tired and retreated to the rear to rest, so even now, everyone does not know how the little dustpan ran back from the Japanese army's position.

"After I finished throwing the grenade, I thought that the kid's flares would light up in the sky. If I ran back, I would be a living target, so I jumped into the ditch in front of me." Little Dustpan explained.

As soon as Xiao Guo said that, the people next to him showed their original expressions.

In fact, some of them also guessed.

At that time, it only took a moment for the flare to go dark, and when the flare was raised again, the small dustpan disappeared.

So it is impossible for the little dustpan to run back, so his only way out is the anti-tank trench.

After all, the flare is not the sun, because the light of the flare does not shine vertically into the trench, so the trench is naturally dark.

Presumably, it was in that situation that the little dustpan was able to fish in troubled waters and escape.

Sure enough, what the little dustpan told just confirmed their guess: "When I entered that trench, I ran to the left, and I threw a grenade when I met a little devil on the way.

When I ran forward again, I bumped into a group of little devils, and stabbed them blindly with a bayonet. After rushing over, I hid and waited until the little devils stopped firing flares. "

There is complacency in the little dustpan's narration.

Old people like Shang Zhen, Wang Laomao, Ma Erhuzi, Chen Hanwen, and Qiu Bo really grew up watching the little dustpan.

They met Xiao Dupan in September 18th, when Xiao Dupan was still a child.

But the army is so miserable, looking back, it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, five or six years have passed, and the little dustpan has now become a big man, and he has grown very tall and stronger than before.

And now the smug expression of the little dustpan is what he looked like five or six years ago, making Shang Zhen and the others think of the little dustpan that was as clever and ghostly as a little monkey back then.

The little dustpan was talking, when Qin Chuan, who was already leaning against him, reached out and poked him.

And the little dustpan looked along the point of Qin Chuan's chin, and saw a woman in a black police uniform walking towards their resting place, that was Ju Hongxia.

Different women have different temperaments.

Although this Ju Hongxia is from Shanghai, her walking posture and her lotus-growing figure give people a beautiful and sassy feeling.

Seeing that all the soldiers were looking at her, Ju Hongxia smiled and didn't care. Instead, she walked directly to Old Mao Wang.

At this time, the little dustpan telling about her escape experience is not important, and Ju Hongxia has become the focus of everyone's attention.

And the same is true for Little Dustpan, but he said in a low voice: "A certain old man, if you want me to recognize him as a godfather, I would not agree, I only recognize him as my father-in-law.

I don't know if the little girl will let the old man be her godfather? "

"Impossible! Don't worry about others taking that goddaughter." Qin Chuan lowered his voice and said, "I guess it's impossible for you to ask for a wife, but it's very likely that you need another little mother, little godmother!"

As soon as Qin Chuan said that, everyone laughed in a manly way.

At this time, Chen Hanwen, a half-lost literati, said in a low voice: "Withered vines, old trees, jackdaws, today the withered vines are going to bloom!"

There was a sound of "coaxing", and laughter suddenly sounded in the woods where they were resting. Don't say that you really startled a jackdaw on the tree.