In July 1940, the Japanese army headquarters in Wuhan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The emperor issued an urgent ultimatum ordering our army to occupy Chongqing as soon as possible, and I issued a top-secret strategic plan on behalf of the supreme commander of the Japanese army in Wuhan: Major General Muto, Kameda Daisa, order you and the two of you to lead the third division south, advance to the Wuling Mountains, and occupy this place in the fastest time, Pengshui County, the starting point of Wujiang shipping." A fat-headed, big-eared, less than five-foot-tall, Japanese soldier with reading glasses held a command baton on a sand-and-stone map of southwest China.

“Hi！ General Okabe. The two uneven, ugly-looking Japanese soldiers straightened their chests, covered their sabers around their waists and nodded, proudly curled the corners of their mouths, once again showed their animal-like fangs, and treated the flesh and blood of the Chinese as a full meal, the two of them could be said to be invincible in the war against Wuhan, and it was difficult to meet chess players.

The Wujiang River originates in Guizhou, ten miles of gallery, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, flows to Pengshui County, the water flow is stable, the amount of water is huge, the Japanese army occupies the Wujiang River can go down the river, reach Fuling, and then attack Chongqing in the west, and the decisive battle with the national government.

Okabe Naosaburo touched the mustache under his nose and wandered around the battle map for a few laps, this devil wandering on the land of China could not tolerate the slightest difference, and ordered, "The 13th and 14th Air Forces continue to bomb Chongqing, here, here, send a bomber to him to shoot and tear this hole." ”

“Hi！” Several Japanese officers were ordered to go out.

The "mouth" referred to in the mouth of Okabe Naosaburo is the throat that passes through the Wuling Mountains to Pengshui County, and goes to the horse ridge, according to legend, during the Three Kingdoms period, Zhang Fei had garrisoned here, in the era of cold weapons, this unfinished cockscomb city also has a husband as a pass, and it is difficult to open the risk.

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August 1940, Zoumaling.

"Wow, wow, wow, this skin, it's ,,,"

"Hey, hey, hey,,"

The two pairs of squinting eyeballs stared intently at the delicate girl in the pond, slapping the water, the sound of "pop, pop, pop" coincided with the heartbeat speed of the two young people.

Shirtless, full of tendon meat, not fat or thin, the figure is just right, but the facial features are slightly crooked, but the eyes are bright, especially looking at women, the young man swallowed his saliva and sighed, "Gold, I really want to dive down and touch her twice!" ”

"Brother Changsheng, no, if this Nizi goes back to tell her father, we won't have a good life!" The young man with a dark face and messy hair pulled Liao Changsheng's shoulder.

"Hey, it's really a baby who has no mother to be bullied!" Liao Changsheng touched Jin Pengfei's head, and the hairstyle was even more messy, like a chicken nest.

Liao Changsheng and Jin Pengfei have been orphans since childhood, Su Maosheng, the village chief of Zoumaling, was a big intellectual who had studied private school for several years when he was young, and on the way to study, he picked up these two hard-working babies by the Wujiang River, and he didn't know if it was a hard life, or the hard personality of the two, so far he didn't cry twice, he could bear anything, as for the name, it was also taken by Su Maosheng, and it sounded like the material for galloping on the battlefield.

"Poof,,,,,,

"Why the fuck are you farting again?" Liao Changsheng complained for a while, for fear that the girl in the pond would find out, and Jin Pengfei smiled stupidly.

"Buzz ,,,"

"Oh, you fart, you've got all the mosquitoes!"

"Brother Changsheng, it's not a mosquito, you look at it, it looks like a big bird."

"I'll go, I've seen the real thing today! I've just played with my dad's model made of wood. ”

"When did Daddy ever make such a bird? How did I not know? ”

"Bird a hammer, this is an airplane!"

"Airplanes! Plane! Jin Pengfei couldn't help shouting.

"Be quiet, I'll be found later." Liao Changsheng hurriedly covered Jin Pengfei's high voice that could sing on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

"Liao Changsheng, Jin Pengfei, what are you doing?" The girl in the pond shouted shyly, her whole body was soaked in the water, motionless, hiding her delicate jade body, in fact, in Liao Changsheng's eyes, this woman's body had never been clothed.

Liao Changsheng pretended to be a passerby and looked at the sky, "Cuiliu, I didn't see you taking a bath, I just passed by and looked at the plane!" ”

"Yes, Brother Changsheng also said that he wanted to jerk off!" Jin Pengfei's sentence made up for Liao Changsheng's life.

"Rascal, bastard, I'll go back and tell you daddy!" Su Cuiliu's face was bitter, like a normal girl in her teens, a little angry, and she slapped the water.

"Boom, boom, boom,,,"

"Brother Changsheng, you look like something has fallen off the plane!"

"Where? Let me see, what's there? Liao Changsheng blocked the sun and tried hard to explore what Jin Pengfei said, "Damn, it's so big, jump!" ”

With a "boom", the two jumped into the pond, and the bomb that fell did not explode.

Liao Changsheng came out of the water, right on Su Cuiliu's chest, my mother, snow-white skin, delicate figure is fully revealed, only ten centimeters away in front of Liao Changsheng's eyes, which man can stand this temptation? Mouth exclaimed a few words "big, big, big"

"Liao Changsheng, you bastard." Su Cuiliu's slap resounded through the valley, carrying her clothes, and crying as she ran.

"Big, big, big." Liao Changsheng's thoughts were still stuck on the pair of behemoths in front of him just now.

"Indeed, it's big, and I don't know what that thing fell from the plane? Nearly stoned me to death. Jin Pengfei came out of the water and followed Liao Changsheng's words.

Liao Changsheng looked at Jin Pengfei with a disgusted face, crying and laughing, the one with the five fingers on his face was called real.

The two ran back to the bush pile they had just looked at, and Liao Changsheng's innate habit was that he would not beep more if he could do it, and he would lift it with one kick.

"Ahhh,,,, this thing is an iron lump!"

"Why don't we carry it back and show the village chief, he might know what it is?"

The two of them carried dozens of pounds of bombs, like a baby carefully moved back to the village, there are never fewer people to watch the excitement, the whole village, old and young, gathered together, looking at this unknown guy.

Some people say it's a stone, some say it's a fossil of an ancient creature, some say it's a piece of scrap iron, and all kinds of strange sayings are very good to be able to get on with iron.

A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties walked over slowly, almost shabby with an intellectual like Kong Yiji, a yellowed white cloth gown, a pair of patched cloth shoes, and a little mud, it should have just come back from the field, a scholar like Su Maosheng, who debuted halfway, has no background in the background, and has a lot of money, so he can only go home to farm, or abandon his pen and gun to the front line, obviously this skinny old village chief has a weak heart, and he is a corner away, and it is not a bad thing to learn Tao Yuanming.

Su Maosheng walked over, of course, followed by Liao Changsheng's nightmare, but fortunately, everyone's thinking stopped at this iron pimple, and only Su Cuiliu's fierce eyes stared at him.

The village chief circled around the iron lump twice, touched it, and the feel was very rough, and finally came to a conclusion:

"This should be a bomb!"

Liao Changsheng looked stunned, his face was ugly, your sister's bomb, this kind of damn thing, he is still a baby, looking at the sky, "Thank you, thank you Jade Emperor!" Thanks to the blessing of the gods, I was lucky enough to escape from the bomb.

"That's right, this is a bomb produced by the Japanese company Mitsubishi." Su Cuiliu, who was still staring at Liao Changsheng fiercely just now, squatted in front of the bomb and touched the Japanese carved on it.

"Cultural people are cultural people, I know all these bad words!" Jin Pengfei's admiration shifted from Su Cuiliu's body to her connotation.

"The Japanese, are those guys who have nothing to do when they are full of food and come to our land to spread wild?" Liao Changsheng only occasionally heard two rumors about the Japanese in this isolated mountainous area.

"It's not just the wilderness, they are demons, they are devils, killing my compatriots, ** women, occupying my mountains and rivers, thousands of dead souls in China cry in the underworld every day, and the Nanjing Massacre alone killed 300,000 of my compatriots for no reason, these hateful devils!" When it comes to Japan, Su Cuiliu, like every reader, has advanced ideas and anti-Japanese fighting spirit.

"I'm ,,," Liao Changsheng spit out a mouthful of phlegm onto the bomb, "Cultural person, listen to how fresh these words you say, can this fucking be called a devil?" They are brutes, bastards, who will not die well, and who will suffer a thousand cuts! ”

Although Liao Changsheng's language was rude, Su Cuiliu unnaturally sprouted a sense of admiration, just like many women during the Anti-Japanese War, who didn't know whether they were married to a man or a faith in the end.

"Bastard, bastard." Liao Changsheng's two sentences brought out the blood nature of the Chinese, and the whole village cursed these inhumane beasts, eager to really bleed the Japanese like killing pigs.

Liao Changsheng is like a hero, but he is full of gangsterism, and the exit is "he is spicy." Standing in the crowd, holding on to the bomb and shouting, "The son of a raises the Japanese, today I gave Lao Tzu a bomb, and another day Lao Tzu will give you a shot at the turtle and beat you into a sieve!" ”