The War of Resistance

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er walked to the street of this town.

This town is no different from the villages and towns that Shang Zhen and the others saw along the way. There are tall brick houses, but more of them are low thatched houses, and some of the houses have been burned to the ground. There was a smell of war, and ordinary people were busy among the ruins.

Someone in this town glanced at the two of them and looked away. Everyone was busy with their own things, so who would care about the two of them?

To be honest, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er were dressed no different from the common people nowadays. They were wearing tattered cotton clothes and trousers, just as they saw many people on the street.

From Shang Zhen's point of view, those people should never be locals but people from other places, in other words, refugees!

This principle is actually very simple when you think about it. The Japanese army surrounded Nanjing from three directions: southeast, north, and south.

During this process, people from all over the country would run west to avoid the war, and then, like their team, their way would be blocked by the Yangtze River.

Thinking of this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but whispered in his heart: "I don't know how many people will die in Nanjing City?"

Of course it makes sense for Shang Zhen to think so. With the ferocity of the Japanese army, if thousands of people were blocked on the banks of the Yangtze River, how could the Japanese army not go on a killing spree?

When they broke through from the south of Nanjing City, shouldn't this be what the Chinese soldiers and civilians going west and north encountered?

"Huh?" Qian Chuan'er was stunned for a moment and then replied, "Who knows."

He didn't know why Shang Zhen suddenly thought of this problem. He was just thinking about how to find the boat crossing the river.

When they arrived at the Yangtze River earlier, they saw vast white water. But there was no boat on the wide Yangtze River.

I think those who had ships either carried people across the river and never came back, or they were sunk directly by the Japanese army. After all, more than half a month had passed since the fall of Nanjing.

Shang Zhen shook his head and glanced back. Seeing Xiao Dustpan and Bai Zhan following leisurely behind him, he turned left.

If they want to find a boat, of course they have to go to the waterside. With the size and location of this town, Shang Zhen believes that there must be a dock here.

"It seems like there aren't many dead people here." Qian Chuan said, paying careful attention to several people with cloth hoops tied on their arms in the distance of the street.

It was obvious that those people were Chinese, but just by the cloth hoops and money strings on their arms, they were directly classified as traitors.

Shang Zhen said "hmm" and walked forward.

Shang Zhen also couldn't figure out why there were so few deaths in this town, and the damage to the buildings was not very serious. As Mr. Wang once said, there are no jackals who don't eat meat. Shang Zhen didn't believe that there were so few deaths here. It's because the Japanese devils had good intentions.

In his opinion, this is not the only way for the Chinese army to retreat.

In order to capture the city of Nanjing, the Japanese army must first seize the strategic points of the Chinese army outside Nanjing. The Japanese army may not send troops to places like this town where the location is not very important.

Shang Zhen was not a foresight, but he had no idea what a wise decision it was when he chose to lead his people to break out from the southeast.

Just as Shang Zhen and the others were fighting with the Japanese troops outside the city, the water in the Nanjing section of the Yangtze River was dyed red with the blood of Chinese soldiers and civilians!

Now it is early February, and the Japanese army's killings in the Nanjing area have not stopped. However, the peak period of the Japanese army's killings has passed, and the Japanese army has not yet paid attention to this relatively remote town.

After more than ten minutes, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er finally passed through the middle of the town and reached the pier.

It is really a pier, with a trestle and wooden piles to tie the boats, but there are still no boats here.

Sure enough, Shang Zhen sighed in his heart, this was no different from what he had expected.

If there were boats in this town, they would continue to transport people to the other side of the river. Otherwise, where would there be so many refugees in this town?

"How about we ask someone to inquire?" Qian Chuan'er, who was also disappointed, asked Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen shook his head.

There is no way to find out about this.

These people are not locals at all. If they don't speak, that's it. If they speak Northeastern dialect full of slang, the locals will not pay attention to them at all.

Moreover, judging from the few people wearing cloth bands on their arms that they had seen before, the Japanese army should have been here. As long as they showed their accents, they would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

"Let's walk around the town without talking and look around. Maybe we can find some other solutions." Shang Zhen said.

For the current plan, we can only take one step at a time.

Qian Chuan'er responded, and the two of them walked back from the pier.

Although Xiao Dustpan and Bai Zhan who were following behind just glanced at each other from a distance, they guessed the general situation, and the two of them followed behind silently.

When they came, Shang Zhen and the others took the main street, but this time they went into the small alley.

With a "squeak", some local people opened the door and saw Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er. They looked at them warily and then closed the door with a "clang", and then the door bolt rang. Crash.

This family probably regarded the two of them as refugees.

Shang Zhen is no longer the skinny boy he was before, and the little dustpan is no longer the little one he used to be.

People are poor and have short ambitions. If there are too many refugees and they have no food, they will inevitably go to the locals' homes to find a solution. It is normal for people to be wary of these two strong people.

In response, Shang Zhen and Xiao Dustpan exchanged looks and could only smile bitterly.

"It would be great if Leng Xiaozhi and Li Yajuan were there." Xiao Dustpan suddenly said this without any clue.

"Why?" Shang Zhen asked.

"They are the Communist Party. I heard them say that the Communist Party will always mingle with the people, but we people can't." Little Dustpan whispered.

Xiao Dustpan's words instantly brought back Shang Zhen's memories, and the scene of Leng Xiaozhi and him being together came to mind.

But Shang Zhen immediately put all this behind him.

He can't think about Leng Xiaozhi. Who doesn't like to be with the person he likes, but now we are so far apart that we don't know whether they are alive or dead. If he just daydreams about it, it will only increase his troubles.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er walked for a while in the twists and turns of the alley. Just when they were about to reach a corner of the alley, they suddenly heard a childish voice from the other side of the corner: "Grandpa, grandma, uncle and auntie." , uncle and aunt, who would be kind enough to give us something to eat!"

The voice of a little girl sounded so childish. Shang Zhen could tell from the voice alone that the girl was no more than five years old.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is why does Shang Zhen feel that there is a northeastern flavor in the voice? Moreover, only people from the north could call them uncle and aunt, but the locals all called them uncle and uncle. Shang Zhen suddenly became curious.