Three and a half women in four courtyards

Chapter 127

The Malin Daoliang is not too steep, but the distance is very long, and the car travels very slowly, like a bullock cart.

Everyone in this team was panting heavily, and climbed the mountain ridge with their heads down.

It was very quiet, and the cicadas could be heard.

Suddenly gunshots rang out from both sides of the ridge, and then someone was seen falling down.

"Ang, get down quickly..." Before the big man finished speaking, he suddenly fell on Zhang Shaohua's body and overwhelmed Zhang Shaohua.

Zhang Shaohua lying on the ground felt wet and sticky on his neck, and when he took a look, it was white.

what is this?Zhang Shaohua didn't understand where this white sticky thing came from.

He squinted and saw that the big man's head was pressed against his neck, and the white sticky thing was flowing out from the back of his head.

Just when Zhang Shaohua didn't understand what was going on, the little man also fell on his head.

Liquid flowed out from the little man and landed on Zhang Shaohua's eyes.

At this time, Zhang Shaohua's eyes turned red.

The big man and the small man pressed on Zhang Shaohua's body.He couldn't get up, and could only see the outside scene through some gaps.

He saw that some people fell for no reason, and some people did not fall, but were stabbed with a bayonet and then picked up to lie on the ground.

Zhang Shaohua felt as if time had frozen.

There are gunshots and shouts in my ears.

The body is wet and sticky.

I don't know how long it took, but it got dark and the surrounding area became much quieter.

I heard a person counting: "One, two, three, four...eighteen, nineteen...22! No, it should be 23. Why is there one missing?"

"Ang, are you blind?"

"That's right, there should be 23 people!"

Zhang Shaohua didn't dare to speak, or even breathe.

He didn't even know if he was alive or dead.

Everything around is hazy, like a dream.

He felt his soul pop out from the top of his head in an instant, floating in the air, overlooking the earth, watching some people fighting and fighting.

When Zhang Shaohua woke up, he found himself lying on a kang, with an old lady holding shoe soles sitting in front of him.

"Ang, who are you?" Zhang Shaohua looked at the old lady and asked in surprise.

"Oh, I am me." The old lady said with a slight smile.

"Where am I?"

"In the rock cellar."

At this moment the door opened, and a man in a gray uniform with a gun on his back came in, followed by a man in a gray uniform with a box gun slung over his shoulder.

The man came in and sat down on a bench, and the man with the gun stood behind him.

"Oh, what's your name?" the man with the box gun asked kindly.

Zhang Shaohua looked at him, confirmed that he was asking himself, and replied: "Zhang Shaohua."

"How old?"

"Eleven, no, fourteen."

"I'm still a child, how long have you been in the puppet army?"

"Puppet army? I am not a puppet army, I am a national army."

"Hehe. The national army?" The man with the gun behind him laughed.

Zhang Shaohua looked at him, and said unconvinced: "It's the national army, the national army that beats devils."

Everyone in the room laughed.

Zhang Shaohua looked at everyone and thought, if they are not Japanese devils, then they must be beards, but beards don't wear uniforms.

Thinking of this, I asked, "Ang, which hilltop are you from? How dare you rob the national army if you don't fight devils?"

"Haha, which hill? If you want to talk about the national army, we are the national army, the Chilechuan guerrilla detachment of the Eighth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army." The man with the box gun stood up and said, "It seems that you have been a puppet Manchurian army for a long time. Long, I still don’t know what kind of army I am.”

"Puppet Manchuria Army? No, they said it was the National Army." Zhang Shaohua argued.

"It's the national army, the puppet Manchukuo national army. The devil's accomplices, pawns!" said the man with the gun, "We are the army that beats the devil."

"Ang, what's the matter? Are you awake?" At this moment, a burly man in a gray uniform entered the door.

"Oh? Uncle Fei?" Zhang Shaohua was stunned when he saw the person.

When the visitor heard Zhang Shaohua calling him Uncle Fei, he was also stunned.

He stared at Zhang Shaohua's face for a while, then suddenly shouted: "You, you are Wu Laqin?!"

It turned out that the leader of the Chilechuan Guerrilla Detachment of the Eighth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army was Cao Shangfei, and the man with the box gun just now was the detachment political commissar Wang Xiazi.

It was only later that Wu Laqin found out that the Manchukuo army he joined was a team escorting supplies for the devils, and was ambushed by the Chilechuan guerrillas.

The car escorted by the team was loaded with medicines.

The Japanese devils were afraid that the yellow disease prevalent in Chilechuan would be transmitted to the army, so they deliberately transported a batch of special medicines for the treatment of yellow disease.

Cao Shangfei received an order from his superiors, intercepted the batch of medicines, and asked the guerrillas to distribute the medicines to farmers in the local plague-endemic areas, which saved many families from extinction.

While boiling the medicine, Bao Yixian read Wulaqin's letter over and over again, muttering: "Wulaqin, Wulaqin, it's thanks (fortunately) that you brought the medicine here, otherwise... Back to you Uncle Mingli and Aunt Mingli are saved, they are saved. This is the fairy grass, it must be cured by the medicine."

Seeing that the medicine was ready, she carefully placed the medicine sachet on the chopping board, found a large enamel bowl and gauze, and planned to clear out the medicine dregs.There was a crisp sound of "click", and the medicine sling exploded, cracked, and the medicine soup flowed out.

Bao Yixian was taken aback, and quickly fetched a basin to catch the medicinal soup.

Fortunately, the medicine soup didn't flow out too much, and the medicine was enough.

But Bao Yixian murmured inwardly: "Oh, this, doesn't it seem like a good omen!"

She found another medicine hanger, cleared the medicine soup, and limped towards the Hou's courtyard with the medicine soup.

Before she reached the gate of the Hou family compound, she heard crying in the Hou family compound from a distance.

what is wrong?problem occurs?
Bao Yixian ran to the gate with a limp, knocked open the gate, and was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The medicine hanger in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The medicinal soup slowly spread on the ground.

I saw some long-term workers carrying people out of the house. The person being carried was covered with a white cloth, and finally placed in a coffin in the yard.

There were three coffins in the yard, which looked gloomy.

Bao Yixian wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the people around: "Ang, Mr. Bao, don't move forward, it will spread to others."

"Oh? Where's the little Dangxian? Where's the Dangxian?" Bao Yixian asked Shunliuhou.

"Ang, he was taken to my house. This child has a hard life, and he didn't get the disease." Shun Liuhou said, "Don't worry, my brother told me when he left, let me take good care of this big family. I promise My brother and my sister-in-law are gone, and I will not treat these nephews and nieces badly."

"Ah—big sister—I have a difficult (difficult to deal with) in the future—who can I talk to!" Bao Yixian suddenly knelt on the ground and cried, "Why don't you stay with me? In other words, why did you leave like this?"

Bao Yixian suddenly thought of the medicine: "Ang, I found all the medicine, and the medicine is ready, why did you leave?"

She scratched all over the floor, trying to collect the medicinal soup dripping on the ground: "Oh, these are all good medicines. My husband said that they can cure yellow diseases. There are rhubarb and wormwood in them. There are gardenias, after drinking, the body will not be yellow, the face will not be yellow, and the eyes will not be yellow, it will be fine..."

(End of this chapter)