The War of Resistance

"Does it smell good?" Mr. Wang asked the little dustpan sitting on the bed.

"Smells!" replied the little dustpan.

He was holding a bowl of sweet potato and lean meat porridge in his hand.

That is to shred the sweet potatoes, and then tear the same shredded pork into thin strips and mix them with the sweet potatoes.

This is the kind of food that today’s Chinese landlords and wealthy people can’t do this every day!

"I'll make incense with all my strength, and I'll bring you a bucket!" said Ma Erhuzi next to him.

"Then don't eat too much at one time. Take your time. Anyway, it won't be bad if the weather gets cold for a while." Old Mao Wang said again.

Don't look at Mr. Wang, who usually looks like a naughty man with a beard, but now he looks at the little dustpan with his head buried in the delicious food. His expression is really that of a kind old man.

"Little Shiwan, you also have a share!" Mr. Wang called Shi Xiaowan again, who had been taking care of the little dustpan.

"Have everyone eaten?" Although Shi Xiaowan took the bowl that also contained sweet potato and lean meat porridge, he didn't forget to ask.

"How old do you think you are, you little brat, why are you so worried!" Ma Erhuzi laughed, "Don't worry, we've eaten everything, and we even gnawed the big bones!"

Shi Xiaowan stopped talking when he heard what Ma Erhuzi said, and he also started to drink porridge.

"Hey, where are the two little nurses who care about you?" Mr. Wang asked again.

"I can move, so I don't care about myself. Fortunately, there are dozens of injured people." Xiao Dustpan answered vaguely while drinking porridge.

Mr. Wang said "Oh" and stopped talking.

Now let's look at Little Dustpan. The reason why they brought a bucket of porridge was not only for Little Dustpan's food, but also for Shi Xiaowan and the two little nurses.

In fact, it is true that Mr. Wang and the others ate sweet potato porridge, but the porridge was only cooked with broth. They just put some fat meat in it, but the good meat was really reserved for the little dustpan.

Shi Xiaowan has been taking care of Xiao Dustpan. He is the last among them in age, so there is no harm in eating more meat.

As for the two little nurses, they obviously take good care of Little Dustpan. At least now, Little Dustpan can be regarded as living in a single room. From this point of view, Mr. Wang and the others only know how to make people eat well, and they only know how to take care of Little Dustpan. More dedicated is not.

Mr. Wang was eating porridge while looking at the small dustpan, when there were footsteps outside the house and Qian Chuan'er opened the door.

When Mr. Wang looked up after listening to the door, he saw Qian Chuan'er's anxious expression. Before he could ask, Qian Chuan'er said, "It's not good, the company commander came to the hospital with his people. Our people also saw their people coming back from the woods earlier."

"Fuck, this bitch is really trying to make things difficult for us!" Mr. Wang said angrily. When he got angry, he would naturally use his verbal language.

But what he was thinking in his mind was that he was really discovered by the Northwest Army, so he had to think of a way to fool this matter.

But this matter can't be fooled by fooling around. When they came over, they brought a large bucket of sweet potato and lean meat porridge, which was seen by people in the hospital.

Mr. Wang and the others were very careful when they stole the pig this time. They had already made a plan of action in advance.

Someone checked in advance to see who had pigs nearby, such as Bai Zhan, the thief.

Someone went to steal the pig. While stealing the pig, someone hit the pig with a stick and strangled the pig's mouth with a rope. Then two strong people carried the pig back.

The reason why the pig was blinded with a wooden stick instead of stabbing it to death with a bayonet was that it was okay to let the veterans touch the whistle at night and stab the enemy's vitals. But it can be said that the pig was stabbed to the vitals. Sorry. , they really don’t have that ability.

Besides, pigs are not humans after all. Based on their experience of watching others kill pigs, the veterans knew that even if a knife was stabbed from the pig's neck to the vital part, the pig would still howl for a while.

What's more, if they killed the pigs in the pigsty, they would inevitably leave traces of blood when they retreated after killing the pigs. Don't let the people chase them back to the station with their whiskers. Then Mr. Wang Hatring this group of people is not just a matter of shame.

With the execution ability of the veterans, the pig theft went smoothly at first, but who would have thought that just when they tied the pig's hooves and lifted it up with a pole, the pig was mauled by a stick. Suddenly woke up.

The pig would bark when it woke up. Thanks to the rope they had wrapped around the pig's long mouth, they hurriedly gave the pig another stick, and then Hu Zhuzhu and Gu Man carried it back.

The pig was only a half-big pig, weighing less than a hundred pounds, but it was a long journey and it was not easy to carry it lightly. By the time they reached the woods they had chosen, the two men carrying the pig were already wet.

Happiness is not the sparse winter rain last night, which never falls from the sky by itself.

It is so difficult to steal a pig without leaving any traces, let alone defeat Japan, which is several or many times more powerful than China.

The so-called pleasure and grudges only exist in the world of martial arts, and the so-called killing of enemies only exists in the imagination of later generations.

It was only a few minutes later that the company commander who had previously searched Wang Laomao and his family's residence appeared in Xiao Dustpan's ward with his men.

And this time they brought dozens of soldiers, so they obviously had some evidence!

The company commander didn't talk nonsense to Mr. Wang and said directly: "Okay, you Northeastern soldiers are really good. In order to eat the pork of ordinary people, you even use the marching stove!"

have to! As soon as the company commander said this, Mr. Wang knew that he must have gone to the woods.

As for how they found themselves cooking porridge in the woods. There is no need to ask this. If a thief in this world cannot be discovered by the police if he commits a crime, then there will be no police.

When the company commander saw Mr. Wang smiling and saying nothing, he said angrily: "Catch the thief, use the dirt, catch the traitor, and get the pair. You don't have to be dissatisfied. Didn't you bring a wooden barrel over here? Where's that barrel?"

After finishing speaking, the company commander glanced coldly at the small dustpan still leaning on the hospital bed, and thought to himself, these people are really causing trouble for me, but they are quite interesting to their brothers.

Soon, the wooden barrel containing sweet potato and lean meat porridge was found by the soldiers under the company commander.

However, the porridge in the bucket has lost much weight, but the dirt is still there, the sweet potatoes are still sweet potatoes, and there are still a few but still visible shreds of meat hanging on the wall of the bucket.

"Come here!" the company commander ordered loudly. This time he was going to arrest Mr. Wang and the other unruly Northeastern soldiers and put them in confinement! As for when it will be released, let’s talk about it later.

But just when the company commander was about to issue the order to arrest people, he found that the fifty-year-old old man Wang was just looking at him with a smile. He thought to himself, isn't this old boy playing tricks on him?

He was just thinking about it when suddenly another soldier from the 59th Army ran in and shouted: "Where are those Northeastern soldiers? Do you still have some porridge? Our regiment leader still wants it!"

For a moment, the company commander was stunned.

He looked at Mr. Wang, who was still standing there without saying a word of defense from beginning to end, and suddenly understood what was going on.

These bastards from the Northeast even distributed the bucket of sweet potato and lean meat porridge to the wounded in the hospital!

The hospital is the hospital of their 59th Army. Except for the Northeastern soldier who is sitting on the bed in front of him, the wounded in the hospital are all members of their 59th Army!

The wounded, those were all injuries sustained on the battlefield. The people in the 59th Army ate the porridge they had made, so that was all. But of course the company commander knew that five of them were also hospitalized at this time. A regiment commander of the 19th Army.

How could he not know this as the highest officer who has been serving as a security force for the hospital?

But what kind of top officer is he? He is just a small company commander. Now the injured regiment commander wants to eat the porridge of the Northeastern people. Although he is not affiliated with the regiment commander who wants to eat porridge, does he still dare to capture those Northeastern soldiers?

For a moment, the company commander hesitated.

But at this moment, a woman's crisp voice came from outside: "This is a hospital, why do you have people on three floors inside and three outside?"

As soon as the woman's voice came out, Little Dustpan's eyes lit up on the hospital bed, because he knew that another savior was coming.

Sure enough, the female nurse Zhang Zimu separated from everyone and walked in.

Who is Zhang Zimu? Wang Laomao and the others don't know, but how could the company commander not know?

Zhang Zimu is the goddaughter of their military commander. Zhang Zimu is the only one who speaks for everything. Not to mention him, the company commander who is responsible for guarding the hospital, even the director of the hospital has to give him some face!

"Stop being so noisy, don't you know that our team is about to leave again?" Zhang Zimu, who didn't have any stage fright under the gaze of everyone, said.

"Departure? Where to go?" As soon as Zhang Zimu said this, two people asked at the same time.

One is the company commander, and the other is the small dustpan on the hospital bed.

"I heard that we are going north. The front line in the north is tight and our army will join the war again." Zhang Zimu replied.

As expected of the army commander’s goddaughter, this news came so quickly!