The War of Resistance

It's still the same yard, still the same house, but this time Mr. Wang and the others are completely prisoners.

More than twenty soldiers were locked in the same room. If they wanted to sit down, they had to squeeze together, so the room became increasingly crowded.

"Hey, what's the point of a bunch of gentlemen sticking together? What if there's a girl here!" Ma Erhuzi couldn't help but sigh.

"You're just talking about asking for sex!" Guan Tiedou, who was closely following Ma Erhuzi, answered.

Ma Erhuzi fell silent.

Ma Erhuzi just grinned and didn't think about it when he spoke. Now that he thought about what he just said, something was seriously wrong.

Those women were locked in other rooms, but even if they were locked in this room, how could any of those women be their cup of tea?

"It feels like we are packing (zhuàng) bean bags, and we will have to pick up small pieces of wood in a while." Xiao Dustpan said, and then he stood up and squeezed towards the door.

Zhuàng is a Northeastern dialect, and bean buns are red bean paste buns. The skins of the bean buns are made of yellow rice noodles or sticky sorghum rice noodles, and they naturally squeeze together after being steamed.

Since the bean buns in the Northeast are very sticky, you have to use small wood chips if you want to take the steamed bean buns out of the steamer, otherwise they will be too hot.

"Damn it, you're still squeezing out after being squeezed like this." Hu Zhuzi said dissatisfiedly after being hit by the small dustpan.

When Hu Zhuzi said Qiu Qiu Dan Er, he naturally meant that the little dustpan was too small.

In fact, the small dustpans are not so small now, but they are all old people, and they all look at people with the old eyes.

"Then you won't squeeze it for me?" Little Dustpan said dissatisfied.

It was naturally easy for the little dustpan to talk in front of Tiger Zhuzi. Tiger Zhuzi said "oh" and pushed hard to the side. After such a squeeze, several people started to say "ouch", which was naturally the result of the previous fight. Some of the people have been injured.

The little dustpan ignored his own ouch and finally squeezed to the door.

"Dang, dang" the little dustpan knocked on the door.

Everyone in the room didn't know what the little dustpan was going to do, and it suddenly became quiet.

"Brother, we don't have any grudges, let's chat for a while." The little dustpan leaned against the door frame and said to the outside.

"Who the hell is nagging you? The brigade commander will kill all of you bums when you turn around!" There was a voice coming from outside the door.

There was no doubt that the person speaking was the soldier responsible for guarding them.

"Why are you just throwing a broomstick?" Little Dustpan was amused by the soldier, "You still know about a broomstick?"

"I didn't know before, but now I know." The soldier said, and there was a smile in his voice.

"What kind of broom star?" Bai Zhan, who was a latecomer, heard something in the conversation between Little Dustpan and the soldier, but he couldn't understand it, so he asked around if he didn't understand.

But among the veterans, who would care to talk to him, and who among them would expose themselves? It turned out that this group of people brought bad luck to others wherever they went, so they were nicknamed "Broom Stars".

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Chen Hanwen suddenly spoke.

Chen Hanwen rarely spoke in this tone. When he spoke, others heard him sigh, "Although we left gracefully, the New Seventh Brigade left behind legends about us."

"Why don't you throw away the New 7th Brigade? We are now the 337th Brigade!" The sentry outside the door actually heard Chen Hanwen's words and corrected him.

"How about we are seniors? When we first followed the brigade commander, we were the New 7th Brigade. The 337th Brigade you mentioned must have happened later. Seeing our seniors talking so disrespectfully!" At this time, Mr. Wang He said in an old-fashioned way.

As for the army, it's all about seniority, and that's really what Mr. Wang said.

I remember that Shang Zhen and his few stragglers started running south from Shenyang. When they reached Suizhong, they were recruited by Liu Chengyi, who was still the regiment leader at the time. Then they raised pigs there for a year.

And it was also during that year that Hou Kanshan found a wife somewhere and came back to live his own life.

As for Shang Zhen and the brigade that later broke away from Liu Chengyi, that is a story for another day.

In Wang Laomao's opinion, he certainly has reason to be so proud.

It's just that he thinks so, but the soldier outside doesn't think so.

"Senior! I don't know how many of our seniors from the 337th Brigade have died now. It's all because of you guys who killed the bad guys!" The sentry sneered outside.

"Young man doesn't know how to respect your elders!" Mr. Wang said angrily, and as he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Bai Zhan grinning and enjoying himself. It was obvious that Bai Zhan, who had been beaten by veterans like them, was very happy to see them being beaten.

"You're laughing!" Mr. Wang scolded, so Bai Zhan quickly pulled his face into the shape of a bitter melon.

And at this time, the people in their room heard a new voice outside saying: "What are you talking about? How come the seniors have died so many times?"

Oops, hearing that the new person was actually speaking for veterans like them, the ears of the soldiers in the room were stunned.

At this time, the soldier outside had already said: "Platoon leader!"

"Get out!" the platoon leader yelled.

"The platoon leader must be a veteran. Maybe he knows us before and can talk to us." Qian Chuan'er said in a low voice.

Shang Zhen and his gang beat Wang Qingfeng into a bear-like state, and Liu Chengyi disarmed them and arrested them. This is normal.

However, Shang Zhen is not here. Shang Zhen was taken away by Liu Chengyi.

Shang Zhen's soldiers were worried that Shang Zhen naturally wanted to get some news.

When the little dustpan standing at the door was nodding, he never thought that the platoon leader outside had already spoken first: "Okay! You guys have been hanging around for several years since you went out, ha! Now you have fallen into the trap again. I also beat up Commander Wang, let’s see how the brigade commander will win over you this time!”

As the platoon leader spoke, the veterans in the room began to exchange glances.

No need to ask, the person who came must be an old man. He has already revealed enough about the past in just a few words.

People knew that these people had been out for several years, and they even beat up Wang Qingfeng. The implication was that people knew that Wang Qingfeng was the brother-in-law of Brigadier Liu Chengyi.

"This brother must be an old man. Do you know us?" The small dustpan was close to the platoon leader through the door panel.

But the man outside the room didn't answer the question. Instead, he said "Huh" first and then said: "Your voice sounds very naive. How old are you that you dare to talk about brothers with me?"

Xiao Dustpan is not a kid, he was the youngest when he joined Shang Zhen's group. Even though several years have passed now, people can tell that he is not old.

"Just because I have a tender voice doesn't mean that I'm not a veteran. I joined the Northeastern Army in 1998, and it's been seven years now." Xiao Jianjun said with a smile, even though it was impossible for others to see his expression.

"I've been a soldier since September 18th. From the sound of your voice, you must be in your twenties." The platoon leader outside the door muttered, and then suddenly realized: "I fucking know it!"

"Hey, sir, what do you know?" Little Dustpan asked.

"What do I know? You are that fucking bastard!" the platoon leader said loudly.

As soon as the platoon leader said these words, the room fell into a brief silence, and then burst into laughter.

Little Dustpan's face turned red immediately, but he never thought that he and others would almost achieve such a result!

People may not know what the little dustpan is called, but they actually still remember the little dustpan when he was a child at that time, and then they gave him the name "** bastard".

For Xiao Dustpan, who usually considers himself a veteran, isn't this an embarrassment of being exposed? It's like when someone returns to his hometown in fine clothes after growing up, but the neighbor next to him says, "Oh, aren't you an eight-year-old kid who still pees on the bed?"

It's just that at this time, the little dustpan will naturally not be in a hurry with the long queue. Northeastern people generally speak in a rough manner, and it is commonplace for Northeastern people to say things like "** bastard".

"Sir, why do you remember me? Hehe." Little Dustpan asked after the laughter in the room subsided, "Which regiment are you from? Why don't I remember?"

"You idiots still remember me. Hey, you dare to beat up the brigade commander's brother-in-law? But your company commander does remember me." The platoon leader laughed.

"Do you know our leader?" Little Dustpan said happily.

"You bunch of bastards, how come I don't know him? If he hadn't fired that shot back then, how the hell could I have been kicked out of the logistics department?" the platoon leader laughed and cursed.

Um? When the platoon leader said this, Old Man Wang and the other veterans fell into memories, and a moment later, Little Dustpan laughed out loud and said loudly: "I know who you are, you were our leader who borrowed a gun to do this on purpose." The one who caught fire!"