There is a way to go into battle with pancakes, triumphant hard buns, sesame oil flavored cold dishes have to be managed, regardless of the thickness of the meat to be served, this can show the momentum of a full man and a strong soldier.

Resting in the camp of the Eighth Route Army's military engineering team on Tieping Mountain, the pine branch cigarette cap buckled on the chimney of the house filtered the green smoke from the firewood cleanly, and if you look closely, you can see that a little hot exhalation is slowly drifting, and you are not afraid that the smoke will expose the location of the camp.

And outside the house of a few log dry bases, the martial arts team members who had just made a fuss at the gate of Qingle County were holding a big bowl in their hands, and the boiled millet porridge was sweetly eaten with freshly baked white flour hard buns, and the pickle gnocchi with fine hair cut hair was adjusted with sesame oil, which could be regarded as a good dish that could entertain my aunt and grandmother back to the door.

The two newly acquired machine guns rested on the grinding pan in the courtyard, and they emitted a faint metallic luster in the sunlight, making people feel that they were good things to use for tough battles. Several 38 covers were disassembled and wiped early, and a few martial artists with outstanding marksmanship were hugged in their arms, and anyone who didn't call it easy to touch it.

Towards the burly man squatting outside the room put a fist-sized piece of sauce donkey meat in the bowl, the old man in charge of the room watched the burly man eat the sauce donkey meat in three or two bites, and whispered to the burly man with some doting: "Eat slowly, in the basket hanging from the beam of the room, I also left you two more pieces of sauce donkey meat......

As if hearing Lao Feitou's deliberately lowered voice, a thin martial arts team member squatting next to the burly man suddenly opened his voice and shouted: "Okay, you old Feitou, you are really an eccentric!" Why can you eat more with a mallet? ”

Turning over his hand and taking out a dry tobacco pouch from behind his waist, Lao Feitou unceremoniously took the tobacco pot and lightly knocked it on the head of the thin martial arts member: "Why|?" Just by virtue of the fact that the villagers in ten miles and eight townships know that there is a Sha Bangcui in our Qingle County martial arts team, who can kill three devils alive and dead, and also handed over the devil's three poles and three eight big covers of Sha Bangcui! That is the commander of the military sub-district, Li Jiashun Li, not all of them personally explain the military sub-district room, but whenever he sees Sha Bangcui arrive at the military sub-district, he must take care of the food ......."

Stiffening his neck, the thin member of the martial arts team shouted half-truthfully in response to Lao Feitou's words: "Didn't Commander Li of the military subdivision also praise me, saying that I am a langur with fast legs and feet, a brain, and a natural ....... for transportation."

"Is it good to run fast? If you want to talk about fighting devils, you have to judge the level of marksmanship! Who doesn't know the folks in these ten miles and eight townships, in case my ancestors are all hunters for five generations, hitting big animals has always been a shot through the two eyeballs of big animals, and not hurting a little bit of fur......."

"Pull it down! You can kill a devil with one shot, my old Han family's sky-shattering thunder, that is a thunderclap, and several devils will have to see Hades! ”

"If you don't pay taxes if you brag, you won't have a door! As far as a few of you are concerned, who didn't the old captain learn from the old captain and the old comrades around him after he came to Dawu Village? If it weren't for the old captain......."

Halfway through the words, the martial arts team members who were originally squatting outside the room to eat and drink in twos and threes closed their mouths and drooped their heads......

Sighing heavily, Lao Feitou looked around at the martial arts team members squatting in the courtyard, and after a long time, he slowly stood up and muttered to himself: "It's only been two years younger, and the people brought by the old captain ....... None of them are gone...... It's all gone......."

Biting down the white flour in his hand, the langur raised his eyes and looked at the martial arts team members who were squatting outside the house, and shouted in a low voice to the old Fei Tou who turned around to leave: "Where is the captain?" Why didn't you see the captain come to dinner? ”

Towards a room with a closed door, Lao Feitou also subconsciously lowered his voice: "That's not ...... Talk to the old captain in the house! ”

"That rice ......"

"Don't worry, keep it!"

"I mean the old captain's share?"

"The first pot of white flour and hard buns was taken and offered to the old captain!"

Although the discussion outside the house faintly reached his ears, Mo Tianliu, who was staying alone in the room, looked deaf, just sitting cross-legged at a rather old table of eight immortals, and whispered to a spiritual seat enshrined on the table of eight immortals: "Old captain, today I killed eight more little devils, and I also took two machine guns from the little devils......."

"Old captain, if we could have machine guns and bullets a long time ago, you wouldn't have ....... in the battle of Tribulus Mouth"

"Old captain, I really shouldn't have to be temperamental....... If they all listen to your ......."

"Old captain, do you remember when you first came to Dawu Village, the first meal we ate together was white flour and hard buns? You also told me that when we beat the little devils away, we can eat white noodles and hard buns! Old captain, the white flour and hard bun are offered to you...... Do you eat...... Tube full ......"

In the babbling sentences, Mo Tianliu, who was born with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes and a straight nose, turned his face violently, and reached out to wipe the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes. The scene when he first met the old captain two years ago clearly appeared in front of Mo Tianliu's eyes at this moment......

Lying on his back on the offering table in the main hall of the Guandi Temple, listening to the housekeeper of Mrs. Jiang's house talking a few baskets of soft words, and the long wheat straw in his mouth was also slowly chewed into a finger length, Mo Tianliu finally stretched his waist lazily and sat up, twisting his face and stretching out three fingers towards the patriarch Jiang Lao Madam who was standing at the offering table.

With a pair of faint old eyes open, Old Lady Jiang looked at the three fingers stretched out by Mo Tianliu, and suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and nodded busily: "It can be done!" It can be done! As long as you can lead the way, lead those eight roads to get back the people who called the Japanese to take them away, three good meals of white flour and hard buns, one meal will be indispensable to you! ”

His eyes opened suddenly, and Mo Tianliu, who looked lazy, suddenly shouted in a loud voice: "Three good meals of white noodles and hard buns, you want to send me to lead those outsiders who reported the number eight to meet the Japanese soldiers and the Imperial Allied Army in the Qiu County Fort?" There are no doors! ”

Seeing that Mo Tianliu was about to lie down on the offering table again, the old lady Jiang, who was already white, was so anxious that she put the deer head cane in her hand on the ground and pestleed: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

"From the head of the village to the end of the village in Da and Xiaowu villages, the people who can see the tiles on the roof take turns to eat three times, and the rice with white flour and hard buns must be full, and there is sesame oil in the dishes!"

"Done! I promised you this, but you have to hurry, the Japanese soldiers and the Imperial Alliance Army have been walking for a long time, and I am afraid that they have passed the intersection of the first thirty miles in front of Sancha Bay! As long as the Japanese get on the road and take people towards the turret of Sancha Bay, the gods will have no way to do it......."

"It depends on how fast those people who report the number eight can go? The soles of your feet must have the ability to keep up with me, take a shortcut to climb the sheep's head ridge, drill the tribulus ditch, and then cross the river from the rocky beach in the upper reaches of Sancha Bay, which should be able to intercept those Japanese soldiers and the Imperial Army! I said housekeeper, hurry up and ask someone to grind new wheat noodles and brand white flour and hard buns, and I will come back when I speak, and I will beat your family to eat this good meal! ”

Seeing that Mo Tianliu walked out of the Guandi Temple without hurrying, the housekeeper standing beside Old Lady Jiang couldn't help but sigh in a low voice regretfully: "This Mo Tianliu ...... On the fire, the house occupies the bucket, the baby jumps into the well and grabs the rope, and he is really an expert who can hold the joints! There are more than 30 households that have seen tiles on the roofs of this big and small Wu village, and they have eaten back and forth three times, which is enough for Mo Tianliu to eat until the beginning of spring next year! ”

Slowly shook her head, but the old lady Jiang glanced at the housekeeper very disappreciatively: "As long as you can get back those Ding Zhuang who were captured by the Imperial Cooperative Army, how many hard steamed buns of new wheat noodles can be worth a few meals?" Go back and open a dark kiln to get three buckets of new wheat and grind the noodles! ”

"Take three buckets of new wheat and grind noodles? Master, can Mo Tianliu eat so many noodles? ”

"If those people who reported the number of the Eight Roads really came back after saving the people who were captured by the Imperial Army, would we still be able to eat and drink without a meal? And again....... Even if they can't save people, I'm afraid they will inevitably have to go back and get some benefits in Dawu Village, and I hope that they can still recite the old saying that people eat people's soft mouths, and be a little merciful under their hands......"

Regardless of the secret conspiracy between Mrs. Jiang and the housekeeper in the Guandi Temple, Mo Tianliu, who had left the Guandi Temple, had already pulled a pair of rag shoes with open toes and open heels, and jumped on the steep mountain road, running towards Dawu Village at the foot of the mountain like a wild goat.

Sitting on the left side of Qingle County, Dawu Village, which can have more than 300 households and a small population of 2,000 people, can be regarded as a big Zhuangzi with a good name, and most of the households in the Zhuangzi are households with the surname Jiang, and there are also small 100 households with the surname of the side door. In the village, there are all kinds of medical halls, private schools, tailors, carpenters and other trades, and you don't have to leave the village to do eight or nine things.

Across a Tieping Mountain, there is a small Wu village on the other side of the mountain, and there are also 200 small families surnamed Hu. The people surnamed Jiang in Dawu Village consider themselves to be the descendants of the three hundred soldiers under the command of Grandpa Guan, and the people surnamed Hu in Xiaowu Village also claim to be the descendants of the Wei army before the prince of Yue, and they worship the gods of Emperor Guan and Wumu Temple on the Pingfeng Ridge of Tieping Mountain.

Since the Qing Dynasty in the past, the two villages of Dawu Village and Xiaowu Village have been married to each other. In the late Qing Dynasty, when the world was unquiet and bandits were rampant, it was the joint protection of the two villages, and the big and small bandits who were close to a hundred miles away from the screen ridge did not dare to disturb the big and small Wu villages again after they had suffered a few bad losses in the big and small Wu villages. All of a sudden, the big and small martial villages under the screen ridge really had the appearance of a bit of paradise.

But since the Japanese crossed the Lugou Bridge, they swept half of China's ground like an overwhelming locust, and even the large and small Wu villages under the Pingfeng Ridge, which were far away from the official road, could not escape the plundering of the Japanese soldiers. Especially after the Japanese tossed out a team with the name of the Imperial Association Army, the big and small Wu villages were robbed of some food and livestock every once in a while, and this time they even kidnapped more than 20 Ding Zhuang, who had no time to dodge, only said that they were going to be dragged to be the Imperial Association Army to carry guns and eat food!

It is said that a good man is not a soldier, and a good iron is not a nail, not to mention that he is going to carry guns and food for the Japanese and harm the township?

If the villagers in the neighboring towns saw that there were Ding Zhuang from the big and small Wu villages in the ranks of the Imperial Army, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the ancestors of the eight generations?