I really came here to fight against Japan

It is still very cool in the early morning in Jiangxi in April.

Deputy Political Commissar Sun's fever has subsided, but there is still a thin layer of sweat on his head.

He was still fast asleep, covered with a quilt, snoring softly.

When Song Wenwan was leaving, she was afraid that Deputy Political Commissar Sun would shout and move around.

He just pressed on his carotid artery, causing him to temporarily pass out.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhu Bei was the first to wake up. She stood up with a somersault.

The strange fragrance in the room was gone, only a faint smell of alcohol appeared.

The fire in the room was still warm, and when I looked outside, the sky was still full of stars.

Zhu Bei touched the back of his neck again, but there was nothing. Could it be that what happened last night was just an illusion?

She suddenly felt something was wrong. It was as if her revolver had become heavier.

She raised the gun and thought for a moment. Could it be that she had lost her strength due to hunger?

As an expert in using guns, Zhu Bei is very sensitive to the weight of her own gun.

She immediately squatted down, opened the magazine of the revolver, and ejected the bullets one by one.

One, two... three? Where did she get the third bullet?

Zhu Bei clearly remembered that he only had three bullets left.

She takes great care of it and wipes it every day, so how could she have remembered it wrong?

She quickly pulled out all the bullets, and the results of the examination were very strange.

How come there are ten bullets in my pistol?

Could it be that someone really came into my camp last night?

She quickly stood up and took a look at Deputy Political Commissar Sun. Fortunately, his fever had subsided and his breathing was very stable.

Zhu Bei rushed out of the thatched hut and woke up the Red Army soldiers one by one?

When everyone was still half asleep, a young soldier asked, "What smells so good?"

Only then did everyone realize that there were two large pots of porridge bubbling on the fire in the middle of the camp.

Looking at this fragrant pot of porridge, Zhu Bei's first thought was: Could it be the snail girl...

She shook her head and dismissed this ridiculous idea.

Zhu Bei said, "Everyone quickly check your equipment. The old squad leader will be responsible for checking the situation in the camp to see if there is anything unusual."

After a while, when the sky was gradually getting brighter, the old squad leader came over to report the situation.

The old squad leader said with a little excitement: "Captain Zhu, the situation has been investigated and we are going to make a fortune.

Each soldier was equipped with twenty rounds of bullets and two grenades.

Those comrades who did not have guns now had an old rifle in their hands.

Outside the thatched hut where the wounded were resting, there was a Czech-style gun.

Plus two empty magazines, a machine gun barrel, and five hundred machine gun bullets.

All the wounds had been treated and Deputy Political Commissar Sun’s fever had subsided.

Also, the two pots of porridge in the middle of the camp are bacon porridge.

There should be fifty-six cooked eggs in it, which seems to be specially prepared according to our number.

There were also ten bags of 100 kilograms of rice, five kilograms of salt and twenty kilograms of bacon.

Captain, judging from the cooking condition of the porridge and the location where water was added, the people who helped us had just evacuated.

You said these mysterious people helped us but didn't show up. What's the rule?"

After the old squad leader finished speaking, he took out some tobacco from his pouch and put it in his pipe.

Zhu Bei was stunned and said, "They even prepared tobacco for you?"

The old squad leader took a puff of his cigarette with great enjoyment, looking like he didn't want to think about it if he couldn't figure it out.

Captain Zhu reached into his pocket and took out a handful of pistol bullets.

There were about forty or fifty rounds, and the old squad leader was watching on the side.

Well, this is quite normal. After all, he is the company commander. It is reasonable to give him more bullets.

He took out two new pencils! Well, our company commander is a cultured man.

A Red Army soldier passing by saw it and said: Well! Giving two pencils to Captain Zhu so that he can write a report or something, this is also reasonable!

He took out another round mirror the size of half a palm and a small wooden comb.

The medic stood on tiptoe and looked at the small wooden comb through the soldiers in front of him.

Well, it seems like I haven’t combed my hair for a long time since I cut it short.

He took out another long object that was very light in the hand.

Without even looking, Jube knew what it was. The aroma of chocolate flowed smoothly into her nostrils.

Comrade Zhu Bei blushed slightly and took out a heavy holster from his schoolbag.

Zhu Bei opened the holster and took out a delicate and compact pistol, the Browning 1906 Palm Grenade.

Although Zhu Bei didn't know the name of this pistol, it did not prevent it from being a better pistol than the leader's service pistol.

Deputy Political Commissar Sun glanced at the beautiful pistol through the gap between the people.

He silently tucked his newly acquired Mauser pistol back into the quilt. It's really true that comparing yourself with others can make you angry!

The old squad leader said: "This doesn't look like the people of the old district sending us warmth, does it?

Besides, these things are not something they can take out!"

The female nurse who didn't get the small mirror and comb pouted pitifully.

She said, "How can this be considered a gift of warmth? It looks more like a token of love to me."

In fact, everyone feels the same way. They always have a feeling that they can’t explain clearly.

After hearing what this little girl said, I felt that what she said made sense.

She turned around and looked at Comrade Zhu Bei, her face already blushing with shame.

Only then did he realize that his usually brave and combat-ready Captain Zhu was still a girl under 20 years old!

Comrade Zhu Bei was not shy at all; she was so angry that her face turned red.

The reason she did this was because there was something in her schoolbag that she didn't take out.

She just glanced into her schoolbag and put the bag at the bottom?

It's really terrible. I put Kotex (a sanitary napkin brand in the 20th century and the Republic of China period) in my schoolbag.

If I were to bring this up in front of my comrades, I would no longer be able to be a human being!

By this time, it was already dawn. Seeing that the comrades were awake, Zhu Bei quickly asked them to come over and drink some meat porridge.

According to Zhu Bei's idea, the boiled eggs were to be saved for the wounded.

But Deputy Political Commissar Sun said that since the replenishment is based on the number of people, then everyone should have a share.

In the past, when we were in the Soviet area, only the sick had the opportunity to eat eggs.

Now that we have been hiding in the mountains for so long, it’s time for everyone to replenish their nutrition.

Everyone lowered their heads and drank the meat porridge in their bowls in silence.

I don’t know who thought of something, but suddenly someone burst out laughing.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, all the Red Army soldiers started laughing.

Even Deputy Political Commissar Sun was covering his wound and trying hard not to laugh.

Comrade Zhu Bei had a gloomy face. He picked up an old rifle next to the soldier and went to find the sentry to relieve his guard.

As she walked, she thought to herself, I don't know which bastard put the things in her pocket.

Don't let her catch you, otherwise that person will know in a moment how powerful the Luoxiao Mountain fighting heroine is.