Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The next day.

Zhang Zheng miraculously didn't have a fever, Qinghe let out a sigh of relief, took his palm off his forehead, worried all night, he could finally feel relieved.

Zhang Zheng woke up and said in a hoarse voice, "Have someone bring breakfast in, and have a good rest in the morning."

After breakfast, Zhang Zheng was warming himself by the newly replaced brazier in only his shirt and trousers. The Ma Commander stationed in Yucheng was very thoughtful, and his soldiers didn't need to worry too much if they wanted to come.

Everything yesterday left Qinghe with lingering fears. He never thought that war is not just a life-and-death struggle with the enemy in war, but also to deal with sudden changes.A big drop in temperature almost caused the team to collapse.

After replenishing supplies in Yucheng, the army continued to advance northeastward.

Qinghe's skin became dry, his voice was no longer crisp, and his whole body looked much darker, but his eyes were still shining brightly, making one have to believe that he actually enjoyed such a hard march.

Zhang Zheng saw it, and so did Zhang Jinxin, Hou Xiao and others.

"Zhang Zheng, I think Qinghe is getting more and more pleasing to the eye." Zhang Jinxin said with a cigarette in his mouth.

Zhang Zheng squinted at Qing He, who was helping Hou Xiao cook soup, marched for half a day, and took a lunch break to make meals. Stale meat and some canned food were their staple food.This place is not far from the village, and the water for cooking comes from the well in the village. In the distance, a few dirty boys are probing their heads, drooling profusely.

Qinghe laughed, beckoned them to come over, opened a can and distributed it to them.

Zhang Zheng's cold face softened a little, and he said with a sneer, "Is it important whether he looks good to you?"

To be honest, Qinghe gave him a lot of surprises.

"I think he will grow into a real man in less than two years, Zhang Zheng. By then, will you keep him?"

Zhang Zheng was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Zhang Jinxin wanted to say something else, when two soldiers dragged a dark-faced farmer wearing coarse cloth with large and small patches over, "Brigadier, let's go pee, and when we see this man sneaking around, follow him quietly." , He walked along our team for a long time, muttering, we thought he was a spy, so we arrested him."

The "farmer" was obviously terrified, trembling and trembling, and explained in dialect that he just hadn't seen so many military masters and wanted to learn more, not a spy.

Zhang Zheng and Zhang Jinxin looked at each other.

Zhang Jinxin looked him up and down, saw him knelt on the ground trembling and begging for mercy, and said: "It's useless for you to say that you are not a spy, you have to speak the truth. Tell me, where are you from?"

"I, I am Da Liu Village."

"Da Liu Village? Is it far from here?"

"It's not far, it's not far, that corner in Zuai." The middle-aged man pointed in a direction.

He was so thin that he was wrapped in a heavy cotton robe without looking bloated, his face was covered with dark and rough skin caused by the wind and sun, his big torn cotton jacket and cotton shoes with a protruding toe all told that this person was just a man. Ordinary poor man.

"Not far?"

"Not far, not far!"

In the distance, Qing He took out a piece of paper and wiped the mouths of several children. They seemed to have never eaten such a delicious food, and they devoured it hungrily. Qing He relented and opened another one for them.

He looked up, saw Zhang Zheng raised his chin towards him, and mouthed: "Bring them here."

Qinghe thought it was strange, but followed her advice.

Zhang Zheng looked at the eldest eleven or twelve-year-old boy: "Do you know where Da Liu Zhuang is?"

The boy raised his head to look at Zhang Zheng with a little fear, and then widened his eyes unwilling to admit defeat: "I know, it's tens of miles away from here."

"Have you seen this man?"

The farmer raised his head cooperatively, letting him take a closer look at his face.

The boy thought for a long time, then nodded: "Yes, I have seen it twice."

"Where did you meet?"

Boy: "I saw him once in the temple. He came to sleep in the earth temple at night. He also came to my village to beg for food."

He was very clever, and without waiting for anyone to ask, he continued: "The Earth Temple is not far from here, and it takes two hours to walk there."

Zhang Jinxin raised his eyebrows: "You don't stay at home well at night, what are you doing in the temple?"

The boy changed his face all of a sudden, bared his teeth and said, "It's none of your business! Don't worry about it!"

The farmer was sweating profusely, and breathed a sigh of relief: "What I said is true. I am really from here. I have been here since I was a child. I came out to eat food."

His accent was so strong that Zhang Zheng and others even had to guess to understand what he meant. The boy wrinkled his face, looking very unhappy.

What the farmer said was reasonable, Zhang Jinxin winked at Zhang Zheng, meaning what do you think.

Zhang Zheng said coldly: "It's really a pity to pretend."

The farmer asked in a daze, "What's the matter with me? How are you pretending?"

Zhang Zheng shook his face with the leather glove, and said contemptuously, "Which farmer's teeth have you seen so white?"

Zhang Jinxin laughed out loud.

The brothers like to watch people lie in front of them since they were young, and they are very good at distinguishing whether a person is telling the truth or a lie. He was so panicked that he didn't even want to tease him.

"Farmer" yelled lamely, struggling again and again, but was dragged aside.

The boy stared: "Why are you like this? How do you know he is a bad guy? You wronged a good guy!"

Zhang Jinxin laughed loudly: "How do you know he is a good person? How do you know that we wronged a good person? How are we doing?"

The boy clenched his fists, looking very annoyed.

Zhang Zheng ignored him, and ordered his subordinates to lead people to search the surroundings and strengthen their guard. If there is one, there are countless spies. I don't know how many spies are hiding.

Qinghe heard a howl in the distance.

Except for the eleven or twelve-year-old boy, the other children left one after another. He stood motionless beside the jeep with his eyes wide open, looking like he really wanted to talk about "reason" with Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng turned a blind eye and went to eat, Qinghe slowed down, turned around and said to this child who was about the same height as him but had a childish face, "They have their reasons for saying that, you are still young, there are some things you still don't understand. Go home."

"I won't go!" The boy's thin chest rose and fell, and he said stubbornly: "I have to see if he is a spy! If it is not you, you are wronging a good person."

Qinghe laughed: "Do you know whose army this is?"

"I know, Generalissimo Zhang. I've heard of him. He's very powerful. Even the Japanese devils are afraid of him." The boy's eyes sparkled.

"Then aren't you afraid?" Qinghe was really curious, ordinary people, especially children, should stay away from the army when they see them.

"I don't have anything to be afraid of, you can still eat me!" He raised his head even higher, but Qinghe clearly felt that he was not afraid, but he just refused to bow his head, refused to admit defeat, as if he was insisting What is the same.

"Qinghe, come here!"

Qing He smiled, patted the boy on the shoulder, and said: "If you are hungry, eat with us, and go home early after eating."

The boy snorted: "I'm not going home."

Qinghe didn't ask why, Zhang Zheng called him.

After the meal was finished, the "farmer"'s mouth was also pried open. He lay on the ground begging for mercy like a dog. Qinghe couldn't bear to turn his face away. He didn't know how Pu Guangjun kept ridiculing Zhang Zheng's thunderous methods. The sneer turned into a begging with all dignity lost.

The boy's eyes brightened.

Zhang Jinxin whispered a few words in Zhang Zheng's ear, Zhang Zheng looked at him with a cold and expressionless face.

The boy rushed to the fire: "I'll go with you! I'll be a soldier too!"

Qinghe laughed: "How old are you, you can be a soldier. Let's talk about it when you are here."

"I'm eighteen!"

Zhang Jinxin looked at his small body, smiled and said, "Are you eighteen? Then I'm afraid I'll be eighty."

The boy blushed and said loudly, "I'm eighteen! Long miles make me look small."

"Damn it, I want to say 'I' when you're so far away," Zhang Jinxin teased, "If I really bring you along, then sooner or later I'll have to talk to you in a different tone."

The boy glared at him viciously: "I'm eighteen now! Let me go with you!"

The second sentence he said was looking at Zhang Zheng. Obviously, he saw that this man with a cold face was the chief of these people. If everyone listened to him, he must be a high official.

Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry, waiting for Zhang Zheng's response, he knew that Zhang Zheng would not let this child go with them.

Zhang Zheng said coldly, "To be honest, how old are you?"

Boy: "...fifteen."

Zhang Jinxin doubted: "Fifteen? I think you're only eleven or twelve, and you're lying to me. Don't be afraid of getting your tongue pulled out!"

The boy was in a hurry: "I'm really fifteen! I'm so hungry! I've never had enough!"

Zhang Jinxin let out a "fuck", and he saw that what this rustic little boy said was true, and he couldn't help but think of the phrase "The rich wine and meat stink, and the road is frozen to death".

Zhang Zheng also saw it: "Fengjun's rule is that only one can join the army, you are not old enough."

The soldiers who had finished eating gathered around and looked at this child. They felt that this boy was too ignorant. He wanted to be a soldier at the age of 15?It's not that there are child soldiers like this, but they are all tall and burly people who can't tell their age. This boy is thin and short, and he might be crushed to death by guns and bullets before he even went to the battlefield.

The boy clenched his fists, glanced at the people around him angrily, and suddenly pointed at one of them: "I'll beat him! If I win, I'll be a soldier!"

There was a booing from the crowd.

The soldier he pointed at was neither the tallest nor the thinnest, but it was Xu Lang. He couldn't believe it: "You want to compete with me?"

Xu Lang looked at Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng and the boy looked at each other for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Let me see your skills."

Hou Xiao said loudly: "Don't really hit him, he is still a child!"

No one thought that this kid could be so crazy, as soon as Xu Lang stood in front of him, he jumped on him, kicked and beat him with hands and feet, and finally used his teeth, biting Xu Lang's hand hard, He is like a little wolf who wants to die with his opponent.

Xu Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If he really fought back, he couldn't afford to lose this person, but it really hurt that this kid was hanging on him all the time.

Xu Lang took a deep breath, sank to his dantian, stood firm, ignored the boy's biting hands and grabbed his waist, planning to throw him out.

But the boy clung to him and refused to get off.

Xu Lang is very brave on the battlefield, but he is always more tolerant towards children, especially those who look embarrassed, so even if this kid makes him embarrassed, he can't kill him.

In the end, it was Hou Xiao who couldn't stand it anymore and asked people to separate them.

Xu Lang looked at the bleeding bite marks on his hand with a wry smile: "What a fucking little lunatic."

So when the team set off again, there was a dying spy and a boy with staring eyes added.

Zhang Jinxin was riding outside, dissatisfied: "Fuck! A little mad dog even took my place!"

Qinghe was surprised by this, Zhang Zheng didn't explain, but he had made a decision in his heart.