The fishing boat sailed down the water, slipping quickly, and a waning moon appeared on the river. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soldiers finally relaxed, leaned against the fishing boats and fell asleep.

Suddenly a searchlight shone on the faces of the soldiers on the shore, and the soldiers felt very dazzling, so they covered their eyes and slowly looked towards the shore.

Hearing the sound of propellers stirring the river, an iron boat drove quickly.

There were several soldiers standing on the iron boat, with guns in their hands, Liao Changsheng took a closer look, it seemed to be the military uniform of the national army, and then waved at them.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew over, did not hit Liao Changsheng, flew out of the side and got into the water, and the soldiers on the warship were warning Liao Changsheng not to move.

Liao Changsheng was really frightened by the sudden bullet, and hurriedly squatted on the boat and didn't dare to move.

The iron boat approached, and Liao Changsheng wanted to stand up and make a gesture to the soldiers on the warship.

"Don't move, squat!" A soldier shouted with a gun.

Liao Changsheng and his brothers didn't dare to move, and they didn't have the strength to struggle, and everyone obediently squatted on the fishing boat.

"What do you guys do?" The soldier asked.

"Sir, we are also soldiers, so we escaped from the devils of Wulong." Liao Changsheng replied gently, after all, he is his own person, so he should be polite.

The soldier glanced at it, shook it twice, and said with great disgust, "You are soldiers, who believes it?" Say, what the hell are you doing? ”

Immediately, more than a dozen soldiers leaned on their rifles and pointed them at Liao Changsheng.

"Sir, we are really soldiers, don't believe you, these brothers of mine are all wounded, left behind when they fought with devils." Liao Changsheng patiently explained.

However, the soldiers looked at the poor and tattered appearance and did not believe what they meant.

"Pull it back, and then talk about it!"

Liao Changsheng and his brothers were pulled back to the shore, it was almost late at night, it was very quiet, and Liao Changsheng and their appearance became noisy again.

"Commander Zhu, a group of people have been caught on the river!" The soldier ran into Zhu Cheng's bedroom and reported.

The 211th Regiment led by Zhu Cheng was the elite of the 42nd Army, and was ordered to be stationed at the entrance and exit of Fuling, Qingyang Town.

Although it was late at night, he didn't sleep, his mind was full of fighting, all kinds of tactical thinking were intertwined, and when he heard the news of Wulong's loss, he was even more nervous, and it was urgent to prepare for battle.

"Who are they?" Zhu Cheng asked.

"I don't know, they claim to be soldiers, but they don't look like each other, so I brought them back."

"How many soldiers are there?"

"More than thirty people."

"So much, take me to see it." Zhu Cheng put down the pen in his hand and walked out with the soldiers.

Liao Changsheng and his brothers were surrounded by soldiers from the 211th Regiment, with their guns pointed at them, and they had to squat on the ground honestly.

A few soldiers got out of the way, Zhu Cheng walked over and took a look, it was indeed not like a soldier, more like a beggar, but these people had a familiar temperament.

"Who is the chief among you?" Zhu Cheng asked.

No one answered, they were all small soldiers, the kind who rushed forward with guns, and Liao Changsheng couldn't talk about the commander of the national army, he was just the captain of the guerrillas.

The brothers looked at each other.

"Brother Liao, you can speak for your brothers!"

"Yes, yes!"

The soldiers recommended Liao Changsheng, and Liao Changsheng stood up looking at their sincere eyes.

"You're their chief?" Zhu Cheng stepped forward and looked at Liao Changsheng and asked.

"It's not about the chief, it's just the brothers." Liao Changsheng replied modestly, but without losing the temperament of a soldier.

Zhu Cheng looked at Liao Changsheng's whole body in tatters, and did not mock and belittle him, and asked, "What kind of regiment are yours?" ”

"Wulong 137th Regiment!"

"Isn't the 137th Regiment annihilated?" The news that Zhu Cheng received was that all the soldiers of the 137th Regiment died heroically.

"If we hadn't escaped, maybe you were right."

Regarding Liao Changsheng's words, Zhu Cheng was a little puzzled, "Escape? Where to escape? ”

"Devil's prisoner of war camp!"

The soldiers of the 211th Regiment couldn't believe that there were still people who could escape alive from the devil's prisoner of war camp.

Of course, Zhu Cheng didn't believe it, but looking at the firm eyes of this group of people, he was more or less persuaded in his heart.

"Can you tell me about the 137th Regiment? And how did you escape? Zhu Cheng continued to ask.

Liao Changsheng didn't want to talk so boringly, but for the sake of his brothers' innocence, he had to stand up and prove it.

From the matter of Zhang Guofang, the battle of Jiangkou Town, the battle of Fairy Mountain, and finally the battle of Wulong, I talked about it in 1510, and I talked about it for half a day, and my mouth was dry.

Zhu Cheng clapped his palms after hearing this, and the group of people in front of him at this moment were iron-clad men.

"Brothers, hard work, this brother, may I ask for the honorable name?" Zhu Cheng asked Liao Changsheng.

"Liao Changsheng!" Liao Changsheng's answer was simple, but it showed a proud spirit.

Liao Changsheng's name has recently reached the ears of the army commander Wu Mingyi, and of course, the soldiers below have already heard of it.

"Liao Changsheng, that guerrilla captain, he is ......" The brothers of the 211th Regiment began to be a little surprised.

"Brother Changsheng, it turned out to be you!" Zhu Cheng happily stretched out his hand.

Liao Changsheng stretched out his hand and found that his hand was too dirty, so he didn't have much veneer and took it back.

Zhu Cheng smiled, bent down, touched the ground, and stretched out his hand to Liao Changsheng again with mud on his hand.

This small move moved Liao Changsheng a little, and the other brothers were the same, if the generals of the national army were like Zhu Cheng and Wu Guoqiang, why not defeat the devil.

Liao Changsheng and Zhu Cheng shook hands, and they could feel the enthusiasm and sincerity conveyed by Zhu Cheng's palm.

"Brother Changsheng, what are your plans next?" Zhu Cheng is a little selfish and wants to keep Liao Changsheng by his side, this is a good hand at fighting devils.

"I don't know, I'll have to go to the organization, but I don't know where they are yet? As soon as he escaped from the prisoner of war camp with his brothers, he was stopped by you. ”

"I'm really sorry about this matter, I have wronged my brothers!" Zhu Cheng apologized.

"It's okay, we can understand, after all, these are extraordinary times." Liao Changsheng responded generously.

"Long live understanding, long live understanding, brothers, let's rest in the camp tonight, come and let the cooking class get some food!" Zhu Cheng took care of the brothers who escaped very politely.

As soon as they talked about eating, the brothers' stomachs cried.

"Hahaha!" The brothers of the 211 regiment all laughed, and soon Liao Changsheng and his brothers blended in.

I suddenly felt a sense of belonging, the soldiers of the National War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression were one family, and only by uniting could we fight against the Japanese army.

Under the yellow light bulb, the brothers didn't care how dirty their hands were, and devoured them.

"Slow down, look at your food!" Liao Changsheng scoffed.

"Haha, Brother Liao, hurry up and eat, otherwise it will all be finished by the brothers."