The War of Resistance

"Second uncle, what's the matter with the smoke there? At first I thought the Japanese had entered the village, so I hurried over." A young man in the village was asking a middle-aged man.

"That's the national army setting fire to dry clothes." The middle-aged man replied.

"The national army is baking clothes?" The young man was stunned.

"They were watered by the rain." The middle-aged man answered again.

"Isn't it raining the day before yesterday?" the young man asked in surprise.

"It rained the day before yesterday. In this weather, can the cotton-padded clothes be kept dry?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Then why don't we let them come to the village to warm themselves by the fire?" The young man asked as if he was breaking the casserole.

"Why do you have so many questions as a kid? Your second grandfather won't let you go!" The middle-aged man was already a little annoyed by his nephew's questions.

His nephew's nickname was Mu Gen. He had gone to work as an apprentice in a shop in LY City a few years ago, but today he appeared in their village.

You know, their village called Xujiagou and the city of LY are sixty or seventy miles apart.

"Second Grandpa won't enter the village unless they are allowed?" The young man felt even more strange.

The national army consists of soldiers. If the common people say they won't let soldiers enter the village, then the soldiers will honestly not enter the village? This is the army nowadays, fresh! At least this is the first time Mu Gen has heard of this.

As for his second grandfather, he is the talker of their Xujiagou Village. In southern terms, he is the clan leader. Just because at least the men in Xujiagou Village are surnamed Xu, that is the family surnamed Xu. A place of survival.

"Ah, your second uncle didn't let them in, so they didn't." His second uncle replied.

Mu Gen and his second uncle also found it strange. He also felt that the soldiers were too talkative.

"Second Grandpa is confused. Second Uncle, let me go over and have a look!" Na Mugen said.

"Oh, what are you looking at? What are you doing with soldiers?" His second uncle said dissatisfied.

“Our national army and the Japanese army are fighting in LY City, and we don’t know who is our culprit!

If Grandpa Er doesn’t let others in, they won’t come in. That at least shows that he is a good soldier. Otherwise, if he rushes into the village with a gun, how can we ordinary people stop him? "Na Mugen retorted.

Mugen's second uncle was usually an honest man. Compared with Mugen, who had been living in the city for three or four years, his knowledge was not worth mentioning.

So Na Mugen stopped paying attention to his second uncle and went to the place where the green smoke was rising alone.

"Hey, Mu Gen, you just came back and haven't even entered the house yet!" His second uncle shouted hurriedly.

"I'll go back in a while." Na Mugen replied without looking back.

"Hey, why is this child so disobedient!" His ignorant second uncle could only stamp his feet, but Mugen paid no attention to him and went straight to the place where several lines of green smoke were rising outside the village.

At this time, several fires were actually lit in the open space outside the village.

In the gaps between the fires, rifles were set up together, but beside each fire there were soldiers of varying heights, fat and thin, actually drying their clothes.

Let’s not talk about the smell that the already damp clothes caused by the torch will smell like. Anyway, it’s just that the clothes of a soldier fighting can’t smell like a noble lady’s sweat.

What just looked funny was that those soldiers were either naked from the waist up, or some were only wearing large pants, and very few were wearing underwear!

Although it rained the day before yesterday, and the rain proved that the temperature was at least above zero degrees Celsius, the weather was still cold.

Although it was said that the damp cotton clothes should be dried, but no one would take off all their clothes, so they would always wear one, so it became the current situation.

But to say that the lower half of the body is not wearing anything at all, it doesn’t mean that there is no one at all.

At present, the military supplies of the Chinese army are just like that, not to mention that they are just a miscellaneous army.

At this time, the soldiers had temporarily forgotten their unhappiness that their newly elected Northeastern leader was determined not to let them enter the village, but he was teasing those guys who didn't even wear big pants.

"It's baked, it's baked! I'm hungry!" A soldier laughed.

"Pull it down quickly. If you can roast it until it becomes bald, I will obey you!" A companion was also laughing.

"What's there to eat from that fucking thing? It's so smelly!" Another soldier laughed.

"Second servant, please tell me, second uncle, what are you doing?"

"Sir, let's do some seeding!" the soldier replied loudly.

With a "coax" sound, the crowd burst into laughter.

And the soldier laughed too, not taking his companions' teasing seriously at all.

His psychological quality is good. To use what he said just now, everyone is a fucking master. Let them see what they can do and you won't suffer any loss.

He really didn't believe it, those guys didn't even bake their own underpants in the end!

What's the matter? They're all men. They just have bare butts. So who wouldn't be naked when going to the bathhouse?

The soldiers were still warming themselves up and chatting, but at this time, Shang Zhen, the Northeastern guy they chose as their leader, was wearing a cotton coat and holding a gun as a sentry outside.

Placing the wounded is a tedious matter. It takes time to find a suitable village and do ideological work for the wounded. By the time Shang Zhen finished it, a day had passed.

Originally, Shang Zhen hoped to take the soldiers to find a suitable place to warm up and rest for a while, but the veterans of Hao Xiazizi Company really failed to live up to their expectations.

They just ate sweet potatoes and green onions in that village and were eight-thirds full when soldiers scolded the villagers and even beat them.

Although Shang Zhen was temporarily chosen as the leader by the veteran, he also knew that he and many veterans had not been in the same boat. If he punished him too harshly, he could be dismissed based on the virtue of those veterans!

And to say that this Shandong fellow is really good to the anti-Japanese team like them, at least Shang Zhen has been the most enthusiastic fellow anti-Japanese team he has ever encountered from September 18 to now.

After weighing the two factors, Shang Zhen had no choice but to prevent the team from entering the village.

Since everyone needs to use fire to dry their clothes, there will be smoke. Although he thinks that this place is far away from the main transportation line, who can guarantee that the Japanese army will not see the green smoke rising into the sky.

He was wearing common people's clothes, and it had stopped raining when he put them on, so the sentinels were him, Lu Yifei, Li Qingfeng, and Da Laobeng, who were wearing dry cotton clothes.

Shang Zhen ignored the laughter of the soldiers and turned his back to them. As a sentry, he would not look at his own people. What he was thinking about was where his brothers were now.

You won’t be able to meet them again after you separate from them this time, right? Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much? Not to mention whether I can meet them, I don't know if I can be with that girl Xiaozhi again.

Shang Zhen just thought about it and put down the problem. Living in this era is the most important thing. He might die fighting the Japanese. Thinking about the future has no practical significance!

Just when Shang Zhen was comforting himself as usual, he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Sir, Northeastern guy, come back quickly, we have new information!"

Shang Zhen turned around and saw a shirtless veteran running toward him with a young man.

At least he doesn't know now that the young man's name is Mu Gen and he came from LY City.