The sky was gloomy and a drizzle began to fall from the sky. But after a while, snowflakes appeared in the raindrops and it turned into sleet.
There were very few pedestrians on the road outside the city wall. At this time, three horse-drawn carriages were moving with difficulty in the mud. The wooden wheels were covered with mud. Since there were more or less people sitting in each carriage, the horses pulling the carriages also became hesitant.
When the three carriages reached the gate of the small county town, the soldiers who were about to close the gate shouted, "Stop! What are you doing?"
At this moment, someone on the carriage shouted, "One of us!"
The soldier guarding the city looked at the people in the carriages vigilantly. When he was about to ask, "Which one is your own?", he saw the person in the first carriage suddenly lift up the bag beside him and raised a machine gun above his head.
I don’t know if it’s one of our own, but the flower mechanism is definitely not fake.
There were only three soldiers standing outside the city gate, two veterans and one new recruit.
When the two veterans saw the other side pull out their guns, they pointed their rifles directly at him and pulled the bolt at the same time.
The new recruit naturally followed suit and pointed his rifle over, and the bolt was also pulled open.
At this time, one of the old soldiers became more careful. Seeing that the recruit had his finger on the trigger, he quickly reached out and supported the recruit's rifle.
Who knows if the recruit was too nervous, or if the veteran's action scared the recruit, but the recruit really pulled the trigger, and there was a "bang" sound of a gunshot, but fortunately the bullet shot into the sky.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, they said they are one of us!" The man in the carriage who had already raised the submachine gun above his head shouted loudly.
The sound of gunfire was an order. After the gunshot, many soldiers suddenly appeared on the top of the city wall, and even machine guns were set up!
"Oh my god, I'm just playing!"
"Don't shoot your own people"
"Did you see we were pointing guns at you?"
The dozen or so people in the carriage started shouting and raised their hands at the same time.
They have to raise their hands unless they want to fight with each other!
"You say you are our own people, so tell me which unit you are from?" Finally, an officer appeared on the city wall.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his 40s on the carriage finally breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Damn it, I finally met a normal person!" Then he loudly talked about his unit number.
The county town is called Ningyuan. It is not big, just a small square town.
Because of the unexpected gunshot, news spread quickly even on this stormy evening. More than a dozen stragglers returning from the front line were almost misunderstood by the soldiers guarding the city gate, and a fight almost broke out between their own people!
Twenty minutes later, more than a dozen soldiers in plain clothes who had returned from the front line were already warming themselves by the fire in the house. They were Shang Zhen's group.
They had received accurate information that their Northeast Army was in Ningyuan City, so they traveled day and night to get here. Who would have thought that due to the nervousness of a certain sentry, they were almost shot by the machine gun on the city wall!
"Our commander asked you to send one person to reply!" The door was pushed open and a communications soldier came in and said.
After hearing his words, the group of soldiers in the inner room looked at each other, and then most of them looked at Shang Zhen. After all, Shang Zhen was the leader chosen by everyone.
"You're all looking at me, haha?" Shang Zhen didn't have the awareness of being a leader. "Don't we have to fight this time? Platoon leader, you should go. I don't know anything and I can't explain it clearly even if I go."
What Shang Zhen said was undoubtedly correct, so Wang Laomao turned to look at Lao Huotou, but saw that Lao Huotou glared at him and then made a gesture of invitation that only a waiter would make.
No need to ask, Old Huo agrees with Shang Zhen's statement. Now there is no war, you are the platoon leader, so you should go. I, Old Huo, am just a fireman!
What happened next became a natural process. Wang Laomao went to see the head of the group and told him about their origins. The head of the group felt that they had had a difficult life, so he arranged for them to stay.
When we arrived in Ningyuan, we finally reached the territory that had not yet been lost by the Northeast Army.
There was a regiment of the Northeast Army stationed in Ningyuan County. The regimental commander had nearly a thousand people under his command and did not care about these remnants. They gave them new winter uniforms and did not assign them any tasks, so they became idle.
The previous displacement seemed to have become a dream of yesterday, and everyone became comfortable.
No matter which company they were from, the dead are gone.
If you are alive, then live well. There is no need to say anything else at this time. Being alive itself is a kind of happiness.
People's enjoyment is limited by their own subjective world, and everyone's view of enjoyment is different.
Literati and scholars would recite poems, paint, and brew wine and tea in their spare time, but for these soldiers who had no culture, their happiness was to chat nonsense.
Even people like Hou Kanshan would wear casual clothes and go out to the streets to look at the women on the streets of Ningyuan County.
Within two days, the bespectacled student Liu Wentai continued his journey inside the Great Wall to look for his classmates.
Because of this, these scattered soldiers all said that Liu Wentai was driven away by that bastard Hou Kanshan!
The rain has stopped in the past few days, but the light snow is still falling endlessly. The change of seasons makes the roads difficult to travel. Perhaps it is because of this that the Japanese army did not invade Ningyuan again.
Just before dawn on the fourth day after Shang Zhen and his companions arrived in Ningyuan County, the door of the small courtyard where Wang Laomao and his companions lived creaked open.
Hou Kanshan, wearing a cotton-padded jacket, ran to a pile of wood in the corner of the yard.
As for men, everyone knows that as long as you don't look up, you will see thatched houses everywhere. That place is the recognized place for these scattered soldiers to relieve themselves.
For this reason, Wang Laomao once said, damn, even when burning a piece of wood, there is a smell of pungent smell in the smoke!
But this time, what Wang Laomao said was not effective. First, although Lao Huotou's people were polite to him on the surface, they actually didn't care about him. Second, Wang Laomao also peed there every day, so what good was he saying about others?
Hou Kanshan, who was in a daze at this time, untied his belt and was about to pee, but when he shook his head, he suddenly saw a figure sitting or squatting at the foot of the other wall.
This discovery made Hou Kanshan scream "Oh my god!" He forgot to pee because he was holding up his pants, and he kept shouting, "Who?"
At this time, the black shadow replied, and the answer was very simple, just one word "I".
"Damn it, you son of a bitch, you want to scare me to death!" Hou Kanshan cursed.
At this time, Hou Kanshan remembered that during these few days, all of them had been enjoying the joy of life, but Shang Zhen was the only one who had returned to his normal daily training routine. He would get up before dawn, do somersaults and tricks in the yard, and then be the last one to go to bed.
Hou Kanshan naturally scoffed at Shang Zhen's behavior, but the old man Huo said that this is called "the early bird catches the worm."
Hou Kanshan didn't dare to provoke Old Huotou. He could only secretly curse behind his back, "Bullshit! The early bird catches the worm. Don't you know that the early worm gets eaten by the bird?"
Seeing that Shang Zhen had frightened him again, he cursed, "What the hell are you practicing every day? After practicing, you plan to go to the front and fight with bayonets!"
In response to Hou Kanshan's habitual cursing, Shang Zhen remained silent.
In the end, Hou Kanshan had no choice but to go back to the house to sleep with his pants held up, while Shang Zhen, who was doing horse stance, was still squatting there, like a motionless statue.
The fifth update is completed. It took me an hour and a half just to correct typos. Writing for the Internet is a very hard and tiring job.
