The War of Resistance

The Japanese army's attack did not stop, and the soldiers headed straight to Beijing, and the city of Nanjing was already overcrowded.

There are displaced people begging on the street, and the local people in Nanjing City are also talking about it. Soldiers with guns and ammunition keep running past on the street, and there are military police patrolling everywhere, which is to gather the broken soldiers who entered Nanjing City Reprogramming is ready for another battle.

At this time, in an inn, Qian Chuan'er was yelling at Bai, and beside him were people like Shang Zhen, and opposite him was the shopkeeper of the inn.

Xiehu Lazhang is a Northeast dialect, and no one in the Northeast dialect can figure out which word to use for that pronunciation, anyway, it means exaggeration.

"I said, shopkeeper, you are still guarding your family business, so run for your life, haven't you heard the rumor that the people in the city are running for their lives?" Qian Chuan'er had been talking for a while. , not to mention the spittle stars flying straight, but it is also extremely exaggerated.

The shopkeeper heard Qian Chuaner lying there in vain, only Nuonuo responded.

Facing so many soldiers with loaded guns, and even more than one gun in each hand, what can he say?

Yes, among Shang Zhen and the others, the one with the fewest guns has two, while the one with the most guns is three.

These three guns are the box cannon, the flower machine and the Japanese 38-style rifle.

The bullets of the Box Firework Mechanism are universal, but Shang Zhen and the others have run out of bullets, and they haven't got new supplies yet, but they must not throw away the gun.

And the box cannonball mechanism has no bullets, so how could they not have weapons to fight in their hands? So the 38-style rifle became a must-have option again.

Chinese since ancient times! There is a saying of a family of soldiers and bandits.

Although this is the city of Nanjing, facing Shang Zhen and the soldiers who looked like they had come down from the battlefield, especially Hou Wangshan, who had a ferocious look on his face, the well-traveled treasurer was secretly startled, You can only deal with it carefully.

"I said shopkeeper, you can't keep humming, don't think I'm joking, look at our brother." Qian Chuaner said, and stretched out his hand to drag Hou Wangshan over.

And Hou Wangshan certainly knew what Qian Chuaner was going to do, so he smiled very cooperatively.

It's just his smile, what should I say?

It's light enough to say that ten people have watched Ban Layue, but the point is, anyone who looks at Hou Wangshan's face will feel a sense of terror, his smile is uglier than crying!

When it was said that Hou Wangshan had no inlaid teeth, his smile was wide open, but now he smiled and showed two big gold teeth.

That big gold tooth was really pure gold, shining golden, but with such a brilliant gold tooth inlaid in his mouth, it just gave people the feeling of being a dog's tail.

"See our brother's face, he was beaten by the Japanese devils!

You have been in the capital all along, and you have no idea how inhuman that little Japanese devil is.

Seeing people murder, seeing houses burn down, old ladies in their 70s and 80s, and girls as young as eighty or nine years old, were all harmed by them.

You still dare to stay here, I bet that if the little devil breaks into Nanjing City without raping, burning, killing, looting, looting, then he is not a little devil! "

Qian Chuan'er used Hou Wangshan as a witness to testify, and the shopkeeper's face changed when he said it, at least in Qian Chuan'er's eyes.

"Sirs, you are able to come to the small shop, it is so splendid. Please rest in the small shop for a while, and I will get you some food. It is already very hard to fight the Japanese devils." The shopkeeper saw the string of money. Er still has the intention to continue talking, after all, it is a very sensible thing to say.

Huh? The shopkeeper is very discerning!

At this moment, Shang Zhen and all of them reached such a consensus in their hearts.

"However, there are quite a lot of customers in the small shop now, let me gather those customers together, so as to make a big room for the bosses and officers!" The shopkeeper continued.

"Then I'm really talking about the shopkeeper!" Qian Chuan'er said happily.

But at this moment, Hou Wangshan said again: "Since the shopkeeper has such a heart, please ask the shopkeeper to find a single room for us two officers!"

Um? As for Hou Kaishan's words, not only the shopkeeper was taken aback, but even Shang Zhen and the others were a little taken aback. There were a total of three of them, and they were all wearing tattered soldier's clothes. Which of them is the chief?

"Why don't you bother the shopkeeper to get a single room, as long as we can sleep in a big bunk." Shang Zhen said.

But before the shopkeeper could reply, Hou Wangshan said again: "How can that be? Even though we only have about 30 people now, the person who is talking to you now is our team leader!"

Head? How dare you blow it! Shang Zhen thought to himself, which one do you think looks like the leader, Wang Laomao or me?

But before Shang Zhen could say anything else, the shopkeeper said wittily, "Okay, okay, please wait a moment, bosses, I'll go clean up the people."

After the shopkeeper said this, he hurriedly slipped away from the door.

"What do you need for a single room? It would be great if you could get a Datong bunk. How long has it been since you slept in a bed?" Shang Zhen complained to Hou Kanshan.

That's right, Shang Zhen and the others haven't slept in bed for a long time. Since they entered the Songhu battlefield, they have been sleeping in the open and camping in the wild.

And now they have finally entered Nanjing City. Although Shang Zhen and his veterans think that Nanjing City is not very safe, after all, the city wall is so thick and there are tens of thousands of defenders. They always need to rest.

According to the habits of Northeast people, it is of course best to be able to sleep on the kang, but that has undoubtedly become a luxury.

As for being the leader of their group, Shang Zhen would enjoy the treatment of an officer and get a private room with Old Mao Wang, but he never thought about it!

Since Shang Zhen was talking to Hou Wangshan, he was naturally looking at Hou Wangshan, but he gave himself a wink when he saw Hou Wangshan, and then he glanced behind them.

Um? Shang Zhen understood the meaning of Hou Wangshan's glance.

He just glanced behind them, and then suddenly realized that there was still a person standing behind them.

This time He Xiangcai, Fan Chanchan and Qiao Xiong who came back with them were nothing more than a woman, and that woman was Xu Hongxia dressed as a policeman.

Shang Zhen was helpless.

He is not a child now, what does he not understand? So he said nothing else.

It's just that they waited in the inn room for a long time, but they didn't see the shopkeeper come back, so Old Mao Wang said angrily, "Little Duozi, why do you show me the shopkeeper?"

The little dustpan went out of the house after hearing the sound, and he came back after a while and said, "I didn't see the shopkeeper, nor did I see him clean up the guests in the house."

"Huh?" Shang Zhen felt something was wrong at this moment.

But just when Shang Zhen wanted to speak out his inner thoughts, they heard the shopkeeper's voice from outside the house: "Those people are in this room!"

What is this called? Shang Zhen and the others were in a daze again.

But at this moment, they heard a loud voice from outside the house: "Where do these stragglers come from, how dare they make trouble in Nanjing City, see if I don't deal with them?!"