Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

The porridge in the bowl can be regarded as very good. The porridge is very soft and rotten. After drinking it, I feel a lot better.

No need to ask, this must be only a bowl of porridge, but Zhan Qingcheng is already very content, and his body is covered with two old quilts.

The tiger skin worn by the little girl was nowhere to be found, and it must have been hidden.

Dahu is the leader of the place. After eating and drinking, he sat leisurely, holding a wine bowl, "Why isn't that boy Da Meng coming? He is always the first one every time he eats. Why did he change his mind?" ?”

The person below answered, "Boss, he may have gone to some wife's house."

It caused everyone to roar with laughter, and no longer think about it.

It was already dark, and the old woman had no oil lamps or candles here, so she could barely see clearly with the help of the night.

It was snowing heavily, and the coats had been dried. The little girl fell asleep beside Zhan Qingcheng, curled up in a corner, and seemed to want to give Zhan Qingcheng a little more space.

Zhan Qingcheng was embarrassed to occupy the bed of the two of them, so he offered to find a corner to sleep, and suddenly remembered something and found two handkerchiefs.

Carefully lifted the quilt and wrapped the little girl's feet with a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are made of cotton, at least they can keep warm. After the quilt is done, put the quilt back on.

His body was still hot, and he didn't seem to be getting better in two or three days, but fortunately, he didn't have a cough or runny nose, which was luck among misfortunes.

The old woman looked at this scene, thought for a while, and finally decided to evacuate the firewood in a corner. Inside was a space where the tiger skin was quietly laid on the ground, and there were still a lot of guns and ammunition.

Zhan Qingcheng was surprised, it is not surprising that the bandits have guns, but the strange thing is that these guns are all from the Japanese country and they are half new.

"Where did these guns come from?" In a moment of excitement, I forgot that the old lady and the others had their tongues cut off, probably because they knew too much, and they also cared that no one would wash and cook for the bandits. know one, so cut off their tongues.

Zhan Qingcheng turned around, lowered his head and stared at the old woman's cloudy eyes, and said seriously: "Mother-in-law, this matter is very important to me, I hope you can tell me. If you are right, nod your head, if you are wrong, just nod." Shake your head."

After a while, the old woman nodded, she was too old to bear the trouble, only her little granddaughter.

This village was called Shangruo Village at the beginning, and the villagers lived hard, though not very well, but they were all content, but one day the Wa people came, and the bandits followed.

When the Wa people came, they were robbed of their food, the men were arrested, and the women... there were still some old people and children left.

The bandits saw this opportunity clearly, and occupied the village after the Japanese left.

Everyone had no hope of life and packed up their things and left. Only their grandparents and grandchildren were left to survive. Zhan Qingcheng looked very good and could take her granddaughter away.

The granddaughter is her old woman's life. The granddaughter left with Zhan Qingcheng, and she is right for her dead children. When picking up firewood, she secretly picked up these guns and came back to comfort her heart. An old woman like her can't shoot at all.

"These guns belong to the bandits outside?"

The old woman shook her head.

"Did you accidentally find it outside and pick it up? And those bandits knew it and picked it up? There are many people in that place and you don't understand what they are saying. They look like Japanese?"

The old woman nodded one by one.

Needless to say the rest, Zhan Qingcheng already understood, and he guessed well.

The bombing of this belt road was really a deception. The Japanese people secretly built an arsenal here to make guns and ammunition, probably because they were afraid of being found out and wanted to move the place, so they blew up the railway track.

Thinking that the arsenal had too many flaws, and now the arrival of Masayoshi Miyamoto is their backbone, an explosion can't explain anything but is trying to cover up.

After the explosion, someone will definitely come to check. These people and the construction workers will inevitably not be bribed, so the Japanese people are more at ease.

As for the Orion, maybe he just saw the scene where the Wa people blew up the railway tracks, but the Wa people are cautious and will not let him go.

Fortunately, I paid extra attention, Zhan Qingcheng thought secretly.

The old woman pointed at her sleeping granddaughter with trembling fingers, ah ah a few times, Zhan Qingcheng understood that the old woman wanted to take her away.

"Don't worry, I will take her away and never let her do "bad" things."

With these words, the old woman put down a big stone in her heart, and it is still accurate to see people at this age. Dameng usually bullies the weak and fears that he will die under Zhan Qingcheng's hands.

He squatted down and scratched on the ground, struggling to see a word of wisdom and turned to look at the little girl.

Zhan Qingcheng continued to speculate, "This little girl is called Xiaohui?"

The old woman nodded excitedly. She has never read a book, and her son has been working in a bookstore for several years and has learned a lot of words.

The granddaughter is Xiaohui. She is the eldest daughter of the family. When they were Japanese, their grandparents escaped by hiding in a hole in the ground. It is a pity that her son and daughter-in-law died unexpectedly.

Looking at the vacated corner, the old woman gestured to Zhan Qingcheng to live in. Although the space was not big, she could barely sleep.

Zhan Qingcheng doesn't have any complaints, he will leave for one night and tomorrow, and he must spread the news that he knows.

When Zhan Qingcheng entered the place carefully prepared by the old woman, the old woman carefully moved the firewood back to cover it up.

In the middle of the night, a few big men outside invited the team to urinate, Dachun muttered a few words and was about to leave after finishing the solution but was tripped.

Hold up the torch and take a look, it's terrible, a snowman, Dachun usually does bad things, but he still doesn't have the guts to ask him to kill someone.

His voice attracted other people, and Duo directly pushed the snow off the snowman, it was Da Meng!

His eyes were still wide open, his head was covered with blood, his fingers seemed to be pointing in a certain direction, and he had been dead for a long time.

On the one hand, Duhu is angry, on the other hand, he is afraid. What is angry is that Da Meng, who has been with his brother for so many years, died and the murderer is unknown. What is afraid is that they know that the Wa people have taken actions on this...

Dachun was startled. He was afraid of death. If a man as fierce as Dameng died, he would inevitably be the next one. He hurriedly asked, "Boss, what's going on?"

Du Hu ordered people to carry him back first, and then check his wound after the snow on his body melted. It should not be a gun. If it was a gun, they should be able to hear the gunshots lingering in the valley.

"it is good."

This night was destined to be restless. Dameng's snow had melted and he could see it more clearly. There were marks of being beaten with wooden sticks on his legs and head, and stab wounds on his abdomen and chest.