The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

"I don't know what kind of god this is. Why did it get a yellow flag?" Passerby A said.

"Then who knows? I'm sure it's Huang Qiang or something. Anyway, you'll be safe if you stay away!" Passerby B replied.

"Isn't there something written on it?" Passerby A asked again.

"I know the characters, but I don't know the characters. Do you know the characters?" Passerby B asked.

"I don't know him either, I only know guns! Get off the road quickly." Passerby A hurriedly replied.

At this time, passers-by C and D, who were walking towards each other from passers-by A and B, undoubtedly heard their conversation, but the two people walked over without answering with expressionless expressions.

It was impossible for Passerby C and D to answer the conversation, because when they talked, they smelled like Northeastern people. Their identities would have to be exposed, because they were Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er waited until they were farther away. When they looked back, they saw that passers-by A and B did not meet them. They went straight off the road into the wild.

At this time, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er smiled bitterly at each other. They had raised their flags, but they were regarded as members of the Yellow Spear Club!

In troubled times, ordinary people also want to rely on force to protect themselves, but they don't have guns, so they can only use spears and broadswords.

There is a red spear club in this place, and there is a wax wooden pole in another place but lacks iron, so they can only make a red tassel spear. However, in order to distinguish it from the previous one, they changed the red tassel spear into a yellow tassel spear, and the flag became It turned into a yellow flag.

And this is also the reason why passers-by guessed that they were the Yellow Spear Club when they saw the different flags worn by Shang Zhen and others.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er moved forward again.

After walking a few miles, they saw a village ahead.

"This Zhuangzi is called Niangniang Temple. I have been here before, and the people here were very kind to us." Qian Chuan'er introduced it to Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen said nothing, but Qian Chuan'er's words gave him a glimmer of hope.

After all, their battalion is different from other teams of the Northeast Army. They are still deeply influenced by the Eighth Route Army.

Of course, Shang Zhen also hopes that when his team returns, even if they can't enjoy the treatment of the king's return, he can still see the smiling faces of the people.

But as soon as the two of them approached the village, they heard the sound of suona that reached into the sky.

"When the suona sounds, people are either dead or worshiping." Qian Chuan'er muttered and then walked towards the village with Shang Zhen.

As they got closer and closer to the village, the sound of the suona became louder and louder as they came out of the village. When Shang Zhen and the others arrived at the village, they saw a group of people heading straight out of the village.

The person in front was wearing a white mourning hat and a white cloth wrapped around his waist, holding a mourning stick in his hand. That must be the son, and followed closely behind was a thin-skinned coffin carried by several people, and behind him were two people who were carrying the coffin. The trumpeter playing the suona and the funeral procession.

Because they were facing each other, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er stepped aside, but then the funeral procession saw Shang Zhen's procession coming towards the village.

"Don't blow it, don't blow it." Someone yelled, pulling his neck. That person was wearing a long gown, and it was obvious that he had some status.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan knew that the person who presided over funerals in Shandong was the same as in Northeast China, called "Dazhi Bin", who was responsible for presiding over the funeral process and arranging guests.

The mourners looked at the Northeastern Army heading here in the distance, and naturally saw the yellow flag carried on the pole.

The wind direction was just right today, and the flag was spread out by the wind, so the mourners could just see the words on the flag.

"What's written?" the illiterate people asked one after another.

"Third Battalion of the 583rd Regiment." The senior officer squinted his eyes and blocked the sun with his hands to see.

"It's from the Third Battalion. It's okay. Let's keep going! But don't blow the trumpet yet." The big guest said.

Da Zhibin is a person who is good at socializing and has a certain prestige and status in the local area. Obviously, this Da Zhibin knows Shang Zhen Sanying. At this moment, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er looked at each other, feeling somewhat reassured.

The shadow of the famous tree shows that at least the reputation of their camp in the guerrilla zone is good. At least the common people know about them and are not worried about their camp harming the place.

The heartbreaking sound of the suona did not sound again, and the world became much quieter. Only a few female family members were crying softly.

Because of their accents, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er couldn't speak, so they watched quietly. Since the suona did not sound, the voices of the common people in the funeral procession reached their ears.

"The third battalion is pretty good. One time, a soldier with a small nose and small eyes smiled at me. Seeing that I couldn't carry water, he asked me if I could help." There was a middle-aged man in his forties among the crowd. said the man.

As soon as this person said this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but glance at Qian Chuan'er.

It was rare that Qian Chuan'er's face turned red. Who else could a soldier with a small nose and small eyes be like Qian Chuan'er besides Qian Chuan'er?

Then Qian Chuan'er's eyes widened. Now he couldn't let the people recognize him.

Although Shang Zhen rarely expressed joy, this time there was a smile on his face, and Qian Chuan'er's face turned redder.

But the conversation in the funeral procession still continued.

"Quickly pull them down. Which one of their three battalions do you think is good?" Some people expressed their disagreement that the third battalion was good. From the sound of the voice, it should be a young man in his twenties.

Hearing what the common people said, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er's ears became more stunned. They really needed to figure out why their camp was not doing well!

"They don't beat or curse people, they don't steal things, and they don't harm women. So what's wrong with that? Apart from the Eighth Route Army guerrillas, who else is like them?" the middle-aged man in his forties retorted.

The words of this middle-aged man really spoke out what Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er were thinking. If they weren't afraid of being discovered by the common people, the two of them would definitely nod their heads frequently.

Yes, our third battalion did not beat or scold anyone, nor robbed things, nor harmed women. There was one man who stole someone’s dog and was so frightened by military discipline that he became a deserter.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er felt better.

But the conversation in the team was still going on.

"You think this is called a good army?" The young man disagreed with the middle-aged man and questioned loudly.

"Why don't we call the army good?" The middle-aged man who spoke for Shang Zhen and his camp became increasingly unhappy, and the two of them really came to blows.

"Let me ask you, is this area around our Empress Temple and other villages the defense area of ​​their third battalion?" the young man asked loudly.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er were really surprised by this young man's words.

Young people are young people. They are quite familiar with Shang Zhen's camp and know that this is the defense area of ​​Shang Zhen's camp.

Of course, in essence, this area is the guerrilla zone of Shang Zhen's camp, but the problem is that Shang Zhen's people, including Qian Chuan'er, try to save trouble by saying that this area is their camp's defense zone when publicizing.

There is of course a difference between a defense zone and a guerrilla zone.

The defense zone should be to keep the enemy outside the defense zone, but what is the guerrilla zone? That's a place where people often move around. If they can take advantage, they can ambush them and run away if they fail!

But now that their camp is advertising this as their defense zone, trouble is coming!

Sure enough, everyone heard the young man shouting loudly: "This is their defense zone, and that's where the guards are. When the Japanese soldiers come over, where are they? What are they doing if they don't defend their defense zone? Then What have the other Northeastern people done to harm our camp? Now that the Japanese are gone and they are back, there is no need for them to pretend to be good people here!"

People from Shandong are known to be well-educated, and the young man is full of energy, so when he said those words, Shang Zhen felt like his head was buzzing, as if he had been whittled away by a blacksmith. After a hundred battles, his body was still swaying!