"You're from Tianjin?"

The little soldier who was talking to Lao Zhong, holding Lao Zhong's ID, ran towards the village in the distance, and shouted back: "The chief has mentioned you, I will report it, don't go around." ”

This is not Wangjiayu, but Luxiyu Village next to Wangjiayu, which is still a few miles away from Wangjiayu.

Further on is the blockade area, and anyone who enters Wangjiayu will first be released after confirming their true identity in several surrounding villages. If you rush in, I'm sorry, you're most likely arrested by patrolling soldiers, as invading agents, and that's no joke.

"Mr. Wang, I'll wait here for a while, Comrade Chief will come over soon." Lao Zhong was very clear about the rules inside, lit a pot of dry tobacco, squatted on the ground and said to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu teased the little soldier and nodded disapprovingly.

The head of the headquarters, safety must be the most important, if the bad guys are allowed to infiltrate our army headquarters, who will dare to be responsible if something goes wrong.

"You two green balls, can you really buy two villages?" The little soldier held the gun, looked at the jade ball with a look of surprise, and asked weakly: "Are you the landlord and the old wealth?" ”

In his impression, his village has hundreds of people and thousands of acres of land.

In the past, these lands belonged to the landlord in the village, and he also herded cattle for the landlord when he was a child. Two small balls can buy two such villages, which is not what the landlord's old wealth is, but also a particularly large landlord's old wealth.

"Landlord old wealth!" Wang Xu thought about it seriously and said: "I don't count, I'm a patriotic businessman, do you know what a patriotic businessman is?" ”

The little warrior shook his head and subconsciously took a few steps back.

He didn't understand the patriotic businessman, but his grandfather said that rich people are bad.

Wang Xu is a rich man at first glance, and he is probably not a good person, so thought of the little soldier in his heart.

Wang Xu didn't know his inner thoughts, and saw that the little soldier was very afraid of himself, so he pretended to be fierce and whispered: "You guessed right, I am the landlord and the old man, I will tell your father as soon as I enter the village, I will buy you and let you be a serf for my family." ”

"I, I'm not a serf!" The little soldier looked like he was about to cry, and Wang Xu was just about to laugh at him, when he saw the muzzle of the gun coming sideways, and cried: "I'll kill you a big landlord!" ”

... Bang...

"I'm Cao!" Hearing the gunshot, Wang Xu's heart thumped, and his mind went blank.

Yu Zecheng said that there is great terror in the face of death, and people who do not go through rigorous training will be frightened and overwhelmed.

Wang Xu felt that Yu Zecheng was exaggerating before.

Now he doesn't think so, looking at the little soldier who is crying and pulling the trigger at the same time, he only feels that his legs are a little weak.

"Bear doll, you who made you shoot!" Lao Zhong was also anxious, and as soon as he threw away the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, he snatched the little soldier's gun over.

The little soldier was so frightened that he couldn't hold back his cry at all, and choked up: "He is a landlord and an old man, and he wants to arrest me as a serf, and I should not be a serf." ”

"Damn!" This is the second time Wang Xu has burst into foul language, because he really couldn't hold back.

For the first time in his life, he found that some things could not be said nonsense, and pretending to be forced was to be struck by lightning.

Looking down, the bullet didn't hit him, but it flew past his sleeve, tearing a hole in it.

Wang Xu didn't know whether he should be happy or not, the little soldier obviously didn't have many opportunities to shoot, and he couldn't shoot accurately, and the gun in his hand was also a shot, and he pulled the bolt. This is going to be replaced by an old Red Army, and it is estimated that he will be reimbursed for one shot, and that is crying without tears.

"Mr. Wang, you are really, there are some things that you can't talk nonsense, you will die!" Lao Zhong snatched the gun, and his face turned red.

If Wang Xu was his subordinate, or his own people, Lao Zhong would have scolded him a long time ago.

If you think you are beaten with iron, and tell a small Red Army about the landlord's old wealth, the other party will not shoot you, and you can still keep you to eat.

In 1938, a division commander rode a high-headed horse, wore a Japanese officer's uniform, and was shot by a friendly soldier, which is a lesson forged by blood and tears.

"Whoever shoots, who shoots!" As soon as the shots were fired here, the chief stationed in Luxiyu Village was also alarmed by the gunshots.

Wang Xu hugged his left arm and looked at the chief and the guards who came from afar, and the expression on his face was a little crying and laughing.

He had thought many times, and the meeting with these founding fathers had not been so embarrassing.

Should you hate, you can't hate.

Wang Xu is not a person who shirks responsibility, he knows that he does not complain about this shot, he is purely not sick and looking for illness, and he can earn it if he is not killed.

Looking at the hole in the sleeve of his left arm, Wang Xu secretly gritted his teeth and thought: "Eat a trench and grow wise, this time I didn't die, this lesson must be remembered, and when facing strangers in the future, you must not talk nonsense again." ”

As a modern person, the way of speaking is inevitably influenced by modernity.

But if there is, it is necessary to divide the occasion, and some jokes that you think may not be like this in the ears of others.

Wang Xu's mistake was to ignore the hatred of the common people, especially the revolutionary ranks, for the landlords in this era.

Can this kind of joke be made, no, Wang Xu made such a joke, the other party shot, it's really hard to say who is right and who is wrong.

"Comrade Deputy Chief of Staff, this is Mr. Wang from Tianjin, and we are the traffic officers of Tianjin." Seeing that the chief was coming, Lao Zhong hurriedly dropped his gun and stepped forward to salute.

The chief waved his hand, glanced at Wang Xu, who was holding his arm, and reprimanded the little soldier: "Nonsense, this is a patriotic businessman from Tianjin, who asked you to shoot, isn't this nonsense?" ”

After saying this, the chief hurriedly stepped forward, personally checked Wang Xu's injuries, and comforted: "Mr. Wang, Tianjin has sent a telegram about your matter, and we sincerely welcome your arrival." This time, this time..."

The chief looked apologetic, and wanted to say that this time it was a misunderstanding, and he was embarrassed to say the rest of the words.

Wang Xu smiled bitterly and shook his head, this comrade deputy chief of staff is a famous person in later generations, and he is also the highest commander of our party who sacrificed during the anti-Japanese period, and he still has to give this face.

"Chief, I'm fine, it's this little warrior..."Wang Xu was stunned, and his face was unspeakable.

As soon as he saw Wang Xu's expression, the chief thought that Wang Xu was expressing his dissatisfaction, and hurriedly apologized for the soldier.

The little soldier was still in his hair, looking at this and that pitifully, not knowing what he had done wrong.

I found that everyone's expressions were not very good, and the chief had a black face, and he cried all of a sudden.

"Mr. Wang, I will strictly criticize him when I go back, this kind of thing will never happen a second time." The chief was also bitter in his heart, so he could only try his best to appease Wang Xu.

After all, Wang Xu's identity is not ordinary, he is a patriotic businessman who came to the headquarters from Tianjin to inspect, and he was almost killed by his own people at his own doorstep.

Wang Xu looked at the chief's face, then looked at the sobbing little soldier, shook his head firmly, and said, "No, I mean, this little soldier's marksmanship still needs to be practiced!" ”

Wang Xu didn't blame the little warrior, because the responsibility this time was on him, he was an adult and needed to be responsible for his words and deeds.

I remember that in modern times, Wang Xu saw such a news, when the white-haired girl song and dance drama was just released, the actor who played Huang Shiren was playing the plot of persecuting Xi'er, and the soldiers below really shot.

At first, everyone thought this man was a spy.

Later, I found out that in the family of the soldier who fired the shot, there was a sister who was killed by the landlord and couldn't figure out how to hang herself. Seeing that Huang Shiren wanted to harm Xi'er, this soldier thought of his sister, and he didn't have a second thought, just raise his gun.

Wang Xu thought about it seriously and found that the actor who played Huang Shiren was really wronged, and it was not a pity for him to die.

"Mr. Wang, it's very, very humorous!" The chief didn't expect that Wang Xu would say this in the end.

Lao Zhong was stunned for a moment, he couldn't disappoint the chief, so he said, "Yes, it's quite humorous..."

In this way, a crisis of trust faded away with a few humorous words.

Only the little soldier who shot looked at everyone aggrievedly, and didn't know what was going on.