The War of Resistance

When it was getting dark, two people came out of St. Peter's Hospital carrying a stretcher, and they had only just left the door of the hospital. Not far away, two people were already lying down from a place next to the hospital. He came up to the established courtyard.

"How's it going? Is it cured or not?" Someone asked in a low voice, which was the sound of a small jolt.

"The left arm was amputated." One of the two people carrying the stretcher replied, it was a string of money.

"Ah." Little Dustpan responded. The voice sounded a little disappointed but not surprised.

They are all veterans. In this case, it is lucky that Ma Tianfang can save his life. If he loses an arm, he loses one. After all, veterans have seen too many miserable things.

"Then why don't you stay a few more days? So much blood has been shed." Another person asked, that was Qiu Bo.

"We were carrying guns. We were discovered by the foreigner and had to leave. They were afraid that the Japs would come and kill everyone in the hospital." Qian Chuan'er answered again.

"Okay, let's go." This time it was Shang Zhen who spoke.

So two people explored the way ahead, two people carried the stretcher, and the four people quickly disappeared into the increasingly dense dusk.

More than an hour later, Shang Zhen and the four of them had already appeared outside this not very big city.

"Get everyone up, count the number of people and leave quickly. The further away from the big city, the better." That was Shang Zhen's voice in the darkness.

So low-pitched calls, the fussing of packing, and the slight clash of firearms were heard, and soon there were rustling footsteps heading towards the west of the city.

At daybreak, a team that looked so exhausted was still walking on the road. All of them were dressed in ordinary people's clothing, but everyone had weapons in their hands. This team was Shang Zhen and the others.

Shang Zhen and the others had been walking all night, and now they urgently needed to find a place to hide and rest.

It's just that it's not that simple. Now they still have about thirty people. Of course, these thirty people are pitifully small to fight against the Japanese army, but it is not that easy to find a suitable place to rest in enemy-occupied areas. Easy!

"Little Dustpan, follow me up front and find a place to rest as soon as it's dawn." Shang Zhen ordered.

So the little dustpan came forward, and the two of them quickly walked forward.

Another hour later, Shang Zhen and his group appeared outside a small village surrounded by hills.

The village was not big, just a few dozen families.

It's just that although there are few people, those whose walls have collapsed or their houses have collapsed or have gone too far, still have not escaped the abuse of the Japanese army.

Naturally, there would be no smoke from cooking in such a village, but Shang Zhen was attracted by the concealment here. He thought that the Japanese army had already massacred this village, so it was unlikely that they would return with carbine.

"Brother Hu Zi, Qin Chuan, you two will stand guard here first, and we will go into the village to have a look." After Shang Zhen gave the order, their exhausted team walked towards the village down the mountain.

As expected, they soon found the corpse in the village. As for the death condition, they could not describe it. It was no different from what they had seen during their march in the past few days.

At this time, not only Chutian's female student but also Gao Yuyan's face became pale again.

The two of them in this team didn't have much combat experience.

Chinese people talk about fate in everything. For example, some men are said to have "female fate", which means that it is almost as if they are loved by everyone when flowers bloom.

It's just that they can't figure out why the two of them are so popular!

It didn't matter that he was hiding in the graveyard at first, but this time he got directly into the pile of dead people!

But what can be done?

Gao Yuyan could also understand that it would be ideal for Shang Zhen to find such a village as their resting place.

Once the village was massacred by the Japanese army, it was unlikely that they would come back.

The village is relatively small. If the Japanese army kills all the people in this small village, it is unlikely that any people will come back, and they can stay in this village temporarily for a few more days.

After all, Ma Tianfang had only had one arm amputated. Although he had regained consciousness, his body was very weak. It needed to be raised, but it was definitely not suitable for people to carry it around on a stretcher.

There was no need to look at the houses that had been burned to the ground. They couldn't live in them anyway, so Shang Zhen and the others went to those houses whose houses were burned but were made of bricks and tiles.

"Eh? Why are there so many big tanks here?" Xiao Dustpan walked into a courtyard and asked curiously.

This is not only Little Dustpan’s own problem but also a problem shared by others.

The courtyard of this family was not small. When they entered the stone wall, they saw a row of large waist-high vats placed in the courtyard.

"It seems to be a workshop, making miso." Yu Zuolong said.

Yu Zuolong is not from the Northeast, but he still knows some of AH's eating habits.

Yes, although Shang Zhen and the others have not crossed the Yangtze River yet, they have already reached the AH boundary.

However, since Nanjing is very close to AH, the city that Shang Zhen and the others went to before was already within the territory of AH.

"It's doenjang. Southerners should eat noodle sauce." At this time, Mr. Wang guessed.

Everyone looked at the large vats. One of the vats had been broken into pieces. The dark red and dried things under the vat looked like miso without any moisture.

But obviously the miso here is different from the miso that Northeastern people like to eat.

The doenjang that Northeastern people eat is made from ripe soybeans.

"Isn't there Japanese devils hiding in this big sauce vat? The little ones are not as tall as the big vat." At this time, Bai Zhan said a little guiltily.

Bai Zhan's words are nonsense. No matter how short the Japanese soldiers are, they will definitely be taller than this vat.

"The only ones who can get into this big vat are thieves." Mr. Wang stabbed Bai Zhan, so Bai Zhan shut up.

Mr. Wang walked forward as he spoke, but when he was almost in front of the big vat, Shang Zhen, who was walking in the front, suddenly swayed.

As soon as Shang Zhen waved his hand, the team that had just been in a lively mood stopped and even Bai Zhan picked up his horse box.

But Bai Zhan soon realized that he had overreacted. Shang Zhen, who was walking at the front, did not touch the gun at all.

If there really was a situation, Shang Zhen would definitely draw his gun first.

"What's wrong?" Wang Laomao stepped forward and stood side by side with Shang Zhen and asked in confusion.

But then he was stunned, because following Shang Zhen's gaze he saw two feet exposed in the big tank!

The feet were not big, and they looked like those of a three or four year old child.

As for what's under those feet, Wang Lao Ma can't see it because the miso is opaque, but do you still need to ask what's there?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that there was nothing special about the situation, the others moved forward.

At this time, Mr. Wang came to his senses. When he turned around, he saw Ju Hongxia moving forward. However, he reached out and covered Ju Hongxia's eyes. At the same time, he also winked at Chu Tian.