Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Eight Upper)

After sending Zhang Songling to the field medical camp designated by Regiment Commander Gou, the old hunter Meng Shan quietly sneaked into the place where he encountered the devil soldiers yesterday afternoon, regardless of his physical fatigue, trying to collect the remains of the warriors. To his disappointment, that place had already been visited by wild wolves, not only could he not find the corpses of Liao Wenhua and the others, but he couldn't even pick up a complete military uniform. The only evidence of the warriors fighting here is a stone stained with dried blood. There are several crooked and slanted deep grooves drawn on it, and when they come together, it happens to be a complete "positive" word!

He put the stone away and found a suitable opportunity to give it to Zhang Songling. The latter put the stone in a package as a talisman and carried it with him until the fifties of the last century.

When the dawn of peace came to the land of China again, Zhang Songling made a special trip to the hometown mentioned by Liao Wenhua, trying to find his family and do his part for the life-saving benefactor. However, when he found the small village with great difficulty, all he saw was a dark yellow tidal flat.

The entire village was ruthlessly wiped out by the Yellow River in June 1938, and because the two protégés of the Son of Heaven, Gui Yongqing and Huang Jie, fled without a fight, the Nationalist Government had to use the means of digging up the Yellow River embankment to stop the Japanese attack. Liao Wenhua's family and more than 800,000 other Chinese people were all buried in the belly of the fish without any prior notice. More than 40 counties in Henan, Anhui and Jiangsu provinces turned into Zeguo in one day and night.

Four months later, Wuhan was lost.

A few years later, Gui Yongqing was promoted to commander-in-chief of the Republic of China Navy, a first-class admiral. Huang Jiegao was promoted to the rank of second-class general and commander of the Taiwan garrison. Both of them have a good death!

Sitting on the dark yellow tidal flat, Zhang Songling was stunned for a whole afternoon. He suddenly understood why Liao Wenhua was so afraid of death in the first place! Then he couldn't help but ask himself blankly, if Liao Wenhua knew that his family would end up in such a tragic end, would he still stay and snipe? Will you leave the chance of survival to yourself who has always looked unpleasant? The answer is still yes, because Liao Wenhua, like Lao Gou, Gong Ziqiang, Wang Tiehan and others, is an out-and-out soldier.

When the national disaster is at the head, the soldier should promise the country with his body, although he will die without spinning!

In that eight-year Great Patriotic War, there were too many soldiers like Liao Wenhua. Only a handful of names remained, and most did not even have a name. Despite all the bad things they have, even though they are humble, cowardly, and even a little mean, in the last moments of their lives, their souls stand straight and stand up to the sky.

When Zhang Songling left, he buried the "positive" stone left by Liao Culture in the dark yellow tidal flat, which was far away from the sunset on the horizon.

In the nineties of the last century, he took a detour to the dark yellow tidal flats again, but found that the tidal flats had already become a rather prosperous county town. The place where the word "zheng" was once buried is now the playground of a middle school. There were a lot of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds playing football noisily.

They played extremely unruly.

Each of them looks like Liao culture, but there is no resemblance to Liao culture.

Seeing them, Zhang Songling couldn't help but think of himself when he was young. That day, when he woke up from his coma again, another whole day had passed. The air smelled of disinfectant water, and in my ears was a very slight purring, like a cat, low and gentle.

He tilted his head a little sideways and spotted the source of the snoring in his ear. It was a girl with an inch of hair, a very dark complexion, and a large bone frame. The white lab coat used by the female soldiers of the medical battalion was wrapped around her, a whole size smaller, and both shoulders were tense, and she could break free from the shackles of her clothes at any time.

It's Meng Xiaoyu! Zhang Songling didn't need to look closely to know who was sleeping on top of his head. Only this rustic mountain girl has such strong shoulders. Only this simple girl in the mountains is so arrogant, she can sleep peacefully if she finds a place.

"Hey, hey, please wake up!" Zhang Songling couldn't move his body, so he pushed his head to the other side of the bed as much as he could, and called in a low voice.

Meng Xiaoyu's ears moved like a cat, and then continued to fall asleep. I don't care about the faint movement made by Zhang Songling. But a middle-aged wounded man in the adjacent bed, hearing his shout, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Let her sleep for a while!" From the second half of yesterday night to half an hour ago, she had been busy behind the nurse, and she didn't even bother to eat a few bites. If you want to drink water, I'll get it for you. The nurse on duty followed Battalion Commander Li to rescue the injured, and it is estimated that she will not be able to come for a while! ”

"No, no! I'm not thirsty, and you've got a wound yourself, be careful not to get it! Zhang Songling shook his head lightly and stopped him repeatedly.

The other party ignored his politeness, slowly got up from the bed, first took out a pair of half-worn cloth shoes and put them on, then walked to the warming pot by holding the edge of the bed, lightly poured half a jar of boiling water, and poured out a part of the cool white water from another ceramic jar and mixed it together, and gave it to Zhang Songling with a smile, "Can you sit up and drink?" If I can't, I'll have to feed you. When the time comes, don't think I'm clumsy and sprinkle you with water! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Songling struggled to sit up, but he moved, and a sharp pain pierced directly into the bone marrow. He snorted and fell back to the bed helplessly, smashing the bed board with a loud bang.

"Ahh Meng Xiaoyu immediately jumped up agilely and reached out to grab the box cannon hanging on the bedside. When he pulled out half of the box cannon, he realized that the surrounding environment seemed to be very familiar. Rubbing his eyes a few times with the back of his hand, his face showed a touch of ecstasy, "You're finally willing to wake up!" I thought I carried you in vain! If you want to drink water, don't worry, I'll feed you with a spoon! ”

As he spoke, he dropped the box cannon and snatched the teapot and spoon from the middle-aged wounded man. scooped out a spoonful of water, put it on his lips and tried the heat and cold, and then handed it to Zhang Songling's lips as lightly as possible.

"I, I'm not too thirsty. Ahem, ahem, ahem, please, please slow down, the water is dripping into my neck! Zhang Songling had never been served so gently by a young woman, and she felt a little embarrassed. But soon, he realized that his embarrassment was unnecessary. No matter how light Meng Xiaoyu's movements are, they have little to do with the word "gentle". As long as you don't open your mouth in time, the water will definitely pour directly into your nostrils.

Meng Xiaoyu also realized that he was feeding too quickly, and tried to put his movements more slowly. The small rice spoon became as heavy as Sun Monkey's golden hoop stick, pressing her arm to tremble and tremble, pouring more water into Zhang Songling's nostrils and neck.

"Girl, you're so tired. Let me do it! The middle-aged injured man on the adjacent bed held back a smile and took the teapot and rice spoon from Meng Xiaoyu's hand. The latter immediately stood up with a smile as if he had been granted amnesty, and ran out of the makeshift ward, made of wood and thatch, and as he ran, he exclaimed: "I'll go get you food, and report it to the guard at the door by the way." In the morning, a dignitary came to see you, and he once said, let me see you wake up, and find someone to inform him immediately! ”

"Where is this?" Zhang Songling grinned and muttered with a bitter face. The middle-aged man holding the tea jar was also amused by Meng Xiaoyu, put down the rice spoon, and asked in a low voice, "Your daughter-in-law?" What a blessing for the young man! ”

"No, no!" Zhang Songling was so anxious that he blushed and had a thick neck, and loudly denied it. "His father was a hunter in the nearby mountains, and he was captured by devils to be cannon fodder. Our regiment rescued their father and daughter while fighting devils. Then I was carried here from the walnut orchard by their father and daughter! ”

"Walnut Orchard?!" The middle-aged injured man's hand trembled, and he almost didn't splash the water in the jar on Zhang Songling's head. "The little brother is from the 26th Route Army Special Service Regiment?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Songling agreed in a low voice, and his gaze quickly swept over the military uniform draped over the other party's shoulders. It was a gray-blue muslin suit, using imitation foreign cloth fabrics from Shandong or Hebei, Zhangjia Warehouse once helped people turn hands, the price was more than half cheaper than foreign cloth, easy to fade, but it was strong and wear-resistant.

"I just received it from the quartermaster department of the Second World War Zone for less than three days, and before I had time to wear it, I was torn by the bomb of the little devil!" The middle-aged man smiled and explained very distressedly.

The opening was on the lower side of the left chest, and if it was moved up half an inch, it could hurt the heart. It has been simply sewn with thick threads, but the blood stains on the seams have not been washed too cleanly, and they look red and hideous.

Just by virtue of the location of the wound, Zhang Songling believed that the other party was not a bad seed. He smiled and asked in a low voice, "What part is the chief?" Look at your dress, like Jin Suijun. But as far as I know, the Jin Sui army didn't send troops at all! ”

"Me?!" The middle-aged man fed Zhang Songling a big mouthful of water, and then replied with a smile, "Don't regret it if I say it!" I am the Eighth Route Army, the Red Bandit who fought against your 26th Route Army. But I'm not a chief, I'm just a clerical in charge of copying and writing! ”

"Eight Roads?!" Zhang Songling's body stiffened instantly, and all the wounds were painful. "You're eight-way? How did Hachilu get here?! ”

"Hit the little devils? Why, Xing your 26th Route Army is desperate with the devils, so why don't we 8th Route Army help beat the war drums next to you?! The middle-aged man asked with a smile while continuing to feed Zhang Songling.

Zhang Songling turned his head away a little guardedly, refusing to drink the cold white open in the other party's spoon. As the deputy company commander of the 26th Route Army, he felt that he should do this. But he couldn't refute what the middle-aged man said just now, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. The 26th Route Army has the qualifications to fight the devils, and the Eighth Route Army also has it!

The middle-aged man was keenly aware of Zhang Songling's mood change, smiled, and put the teapot and spoon on the wooden shelf next to the bed. "Don't drink anymore? If you don't drink it, I'll put it down first! Later, the girl will call for dinner, and I will help her feed you! At first glance, she was raised by her parents as a young lady, and she didn't know how to serve people! “

"She's not a delicate lady!" Zhang Songling frowned, and instinctively defended Meng Xiaoyu, "She and his father once took the people of our special service group to sneak attack the devil's artillery position. If it's a pampered young lady, I'm afraid I don't have the guts! ”

"Oh, that's what I read wrong!" The middle-aged Balu was very brave to admit his mistakes, as if he didn't care about any face, "I apologize to you, no, to Nurse Xiao Meng!" ”

"Not really!" Zhang Songling couldn't turn over and rushed at the other party with his back, so he had to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

The middle-aged Balu stepped forward very blindly, and continued to ask in a low voice, "Little brother, little brother!" Can you stop going to sleep yet? Tell me about the fighting situation of your spy group in the past few days, I, as a person, love to hear other people's stories about fighting little devils! ”

"That's not a story, it's a fact written in blood!" Zhang Songling suddenly opened his eyes and glared angrily, "It's a fact written down with hundreds of lives." If you want to hear a story, go find the storyteller outside, don't bother me! ”

"Yes, it's true. Look at me, I don't read much, and I always make mistakes! Forgive me one more time, don't worry about me! The middle-aged Balu smiled and apologized again. I just want to know, what is the combat effectiveness of the little devil? Originally, I had the opportunity to go to the battlefield, but who would have thought that I got off the train just before yesterday and was hit by a bomb. Hey, it's almost that, that, I died before I got out of school! ”

Zhang Songling didn't want to pay attention to this person very much in his heart, but the other party's attitude made him unable to pretend to be cold. Reluctantly raised his eyelids and corrected in a low voice: "That sentence is about Zhuge Liang, ordinary people can't afford it!" Of course, the little devil's combat power is very strong, but it is not as mysterious as the legend. It's just that they have good weapons, high training, tacit cooperation with each other, and far more combat experience than ours! “

"Really?!" The middle-aged Balu sat on the ground, took out a small notebook and pen from his jacket pocket, and recorded it quickly. "Little brother, can you explain it in more detail, after we learn it, we can find a way to deal with the little devil. Don't worry, don't let you say in vain that I invite you, please ....."

Putting down the pen and paper, he continued to fumble with his hand in his pocket. It took a lot of effort, but I only found a bag of dry smoke. I really didn't have the face to bribe people, so I put it back in a sneer. "Our man will come to pick me up this afternoon, and when he comes, I'll ask him to get you some hot goods, canned little devil, have you eaten it?" There is beef, and it tastes amazing! ”

"It's too salty, and it's not pure meat, so there's buckwheat flour in it!" Zhang Songling rolled his eyelids and looked down on the other party's rusticism.

"Hehe, I forgot that your spy group just took out the camp where the little devils hoarded supplies!" The middle-aged Balu smiled wryly, hid the dry tobacco, and continued to talk to Zhang Songling, "What do you call the little brother?" Look at your injuries, I'm afraid you just fought with the little devil with a bayonet! ”

"Deputy Company Commander of the Second Company of the First Battalion of the Special Service Regiment, Zhang Songling!" Zhang Songling glanced at the middle-aged Eighth Road, and coldly reported his identity, "What about you, Eighth Road Chief?" If I'm not mistaken, this is the officer's ward of the 26th Route Army Medical Battalion. A small paperwork, I'm afraid I can't live in! ”

"Political commissar of the 71st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, wake up!" The middle-aged Eighth Route slowly stood up and saluted Zhang Songling, "On behalf of our regiment, I salute all the officers and men of the 26th Route Army Special Service Regiment, salute!" ”