The War of Resistance

After discussing with Liu Quanyou, who also went down to Shanwazi, Mr. Wang lined up Liu Quanyou's company and the thirty or so people led by Mr. Wang, and started searching from the east end of Shanwazi to the west. go.

This time they have enough troops. Even if there are a total of 140 people, each one is ten meters apart, which is more than a kilometer apart.

In fact, the width of this mountain valley is less than one kilometer from east to west.

Then Mr. Wang picked out those with good marksmanship to provide preemptive or lagging cover to prevent Japanese sneak attacks.

The so-called preemptive or lagging cover is actually to seize the commanding heights and shoot condescendingly at the Japanese troops who may appear at any time.

When the soldiers were sent out, naturally he, the commander, and the company commander Liu Quanyou walked behind.

Mr. Wang doesn’t want to go to the front. He doesn’t have Shang Zhen’s habit of taking the lead in everything. If there is no benefit to being an official, why are everyone at home and abroad rushing to become an official in ancient and modern times?

"Old Wang, what are you looking at?" Liu Quanyou asked as he saw Mr. Wang looking around.

"Fuck, this is the first time in so many years that we are fighting such a rich battle!" Mr. Wang scolded with a smile, "Our people are everywhere on all sides, and then large troops search forward in rows with guns in hand, just like picking up grates. Like combing your hair.

Damn it, no matter how bad these little devils are, I have to comb them out! Then 'Crash! ’” Speaking of this, Mr. Wang also gestured downward with the nail of his thumb, making a small movement that Liu Quanyou understood.

This "collapse" is not a shooting, Liu Quanyou laughed, don't tell me, this metaphor of Mr. Wang is really vivid.

Children in later generations generally don’t know what a grate is, because they have never seen it.

When sanitary conditions are not good and people live in thatched houses with mud at their feet, "little animals" called lice will appear on people's hair.

No one knows how the louse came into being. Maybe the earth produces all things. Tathagata Buddha said that all living beings are born from moisture, eggs, wombs and metamorphosis. And this louse is the fifth way of life - born from the ground, at least in the Northeast. That's what the old man said.

Those little animals that are as big as sesame seeds will treat human hair like a forest, just like ants burrowing in the grass. They will suck blood from the human head and drink it up.

But when lice suck blood or crawl on people's heads, their scalp will itch, so people have to pinch them with their fingers and comb them with a grate. After catching them, they press them onto the wooden kang platform and squeeze them to death with the nails of their thumbs.

A louse that has drunk enough blood will make a "collapse" sound when pressed hard by the finger cover, and then blood will spray everywhere!

This is a different kind of pleasure, a pleasure that makes you so happy when you see your own blood! The pleasure of killing the vampire attached to oneself!

And now Mr. Wang is using such a metaphor to describe their determination to find those Japanese devils, which is quite appropriate.

Specific eras produce specific allusions. In fact, using a grate to comb your hair to describe searching people is not Wang Lao Mao's patent.

Little did Wang Lao Mao know that during this war of resistance, the Japanese troops who had been fighting behind the Japanese army also used this trick when they were clearing out the all-pervasive Eighth Route Army, but they changed the name to "Grate Comb Mountain Forest" .

However, this grate is not that grate, and whether the grate can be successful depends on the method.

The line of troops was really pushing forward like a grate. The soldiers were on full alert, and all the rifles were pointed at any place where the invaders could be hidden.

If there were bushes, they would squeeze through, if there were rocks, they would step on them, and if there was water, they would wade through it. And this was all with someone covering the front or behind. After marching like this for a few minutes, they were naturally approaching the center of Shanwazi. , which is where the terrain is the most complex.

"You said we are chasing away the slaves. Where will the little devil run to?" Liu Quanyou asked, looking ahead.

"Does this need to be said?" Mr. Wang disagreed.

"Then you have to say it!" Liu Quanyou laughed.

In fact, the two of them didn't know each other before, but isn't that what fighting partners are like? Since we have fought side by side, we are naturally familiar with each other, even if we are not familiar with each other, not to mention that we are fellow Northeasterners.

"Let's go from east to west. The little devil will of course run to the west." Old Mao Wang replied lazily.

"Then why didn't you inform the people in the west to prevent the little Japs from escaping?" Liu Quanyou asked.

"There's no need to notify you for this kind of thing. The person leading the team is our veteran. You can tell what's going on at a glance." Mr. Wang replied.

Liu Quanyou didn't know, but everyone around him was arranged by Mr. Wang, so how could Mr. Wang not know?

The people blocking the west side were also in the same platoon, but Mr. Wang sent Qiu Bo over to take command, so why should he be worried?

"Do you believe in your people so much?" Liu Quanyou asked with a smile.

"We guys are used to being wild outside. As long as we dare to make our own decisions, any one of us can become a platoon leader or a company commander. How else could we have jumped up to this point?" Mr. Wang has not yet Forgot to put some money on the faces of my own people.

Liu Quanyou was amused by Mr. Wang's words, but his eyes clearly read his four-word evaluation of Mr. Wang - "shameless"!

Liu Quanyou has been serving as a company commander since the Northeast Army came from outside the Pass. Now he is in his early forties. He is not afraid of Mr. Wang, who is not necessarily older than him.

How could Mr. Wang not understand Liu Quanyou's eyes, but he just said "hehe", taking Liu Quanyou's contemptuous eyes as a compliment to himself.

But this time, before Mr. Wang could stop laughing, gunshots suddenly rang out in front of him, and there were still messy gunshots and even machine guns.

However, they were unable to see due to the obstruction of the terrain ahead.

"Damn it, we were finally kicked out!" Mr. Wang cursed, then he pulled his neck and shouted: "Everyone, hurry up, we must catch a few alive!"

But then, just as Mr. Wang was about to run forward, he squatted down and muttered: "That's wrong, what's wrong?"

Before Liu Quanyou could ask, Wang Laomao then shouted: "Damn monkey, please bring a few people to me and hide here. Don't let any little devil turn around and run towards us again!"

As soon as Mr. Wang said this, Liu Quanyou glanced at him, but this time there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. Shang Zhen and his gang were always hanging around outside, and they were still alive and kicking. Naturally, there are certain aspects that are difficult for others to reach.

At this time, on the top of the hill that can be said to be the highest point of the surrounding low mountains, brigade commander Liu Chengyi also looked at the place where the gunfire sounded with his binoculars.

It's a pity that he couldn't see the reason due to the obstruction of the big rocks in the valley.

However, now that the Northeastern Army has a large number of troops, it will be a matter of time before those Japanese troops are driven out.

It didn't matter where the Japanese troops came from, but Liu Chengyi discovered that he had an advantage from this commanding height, that is, once the Japanese troops left their hiding place and ran to the open ground, they could see it through the telescope.

In this case, we can give targets to our own people below. We can't let our own soldiers below fight while our brigade commander becomes a bystander, right?