The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1892 Reasoning

"Give me back my gun!" When Wu Ziqi spoke to the Eighth Route Army soldier walking with him in a domineering manner, they were on their way back to the Eighth Route Army base. It was already the second day of the battle of Shuiquan Town.

"I won't give it to you!" said the young Eighth Route Army soldier who was walking with him.

Wu Ziqi's 20-shot box gun was in the bag of the young soldier, but he was not given it.

"Why don't you give it to me?" Wu Ziqi said angrily.

"Your people killed our captain!" the young soldier said confidently.

"That's right, you even gave a testimony!" another soldier added.

Wu Ziqi was upset.

Wu Ziqi's character was a bit silly, but he was not a liar. At that time, he did see Fan Tongzuo with some Northeast Army soldiers.

Therefore, when investigating the reason for Mo Jianchen's sacrifice, he told the truth.

Now that he thought about it, the people who shot and knocked down Mo Jianchen must have been from the Northeast Army.

However, when he was testifying, he forgot to say something that was also true, which was that he did not pay attention to what those Northeast Army soldiers looked like. In other words, he could not guarantee that those people were definitely from their battalion.

"Are you Eighth Route Army soldiers still reasonable?" After a while, Wu Ziqi asked again without giving up, as the soldiers moved forward.

"Who is unreasonable? We in the Eighth Route Army are the most reasonable!" the young soldier responded.

"Then I will talk to you rationally!" Wu Ziqi raised his voice, "Is it me who fired the gun that killed your Captain Mo?"

"No." Obviously, the young soldier was also reasonable.

"Have I always been fighting the Japanese with you, the Eighth Route Army?" Gobang asked again.

"I don't know, I'm not with you." The little soldier told the truth.

Wu Ziqi met a cold Dingzi, so he looked at others

"The guy in front who was walking with a limp, you have been with me all the time, right?" Wu Ziqi shouted. The soldier he was talking about was injured in the battle, and it was just a scratch on his calf, so he walked with a limp.

But being wounded is also glorious.

But he insisted that the person had a lame leg. This was because he was influenced by people from the Northeast and his words were a bit hurtful.

The wounded man turned around and glanced at Wu Ziqi.

He had a good impression of Wu Ziqi because Wu Ziqi was very brave in battle, and he did get together with Wu Ziqi.

But he was a little disgusted by Wu Ziqi's harsh and irresponsible words, so he turned his head away without saying anything, which was considered as his tacit agreement.

"Look, they don't object, right? I am indeed with you." Wu Ziqi turned around and said to the young soldier.

"So what?" A young soldier is just a young soldier. If he were an old soldier, no one would pay attention to him.

"I also killed three Japanese devils with my box gun. How many did you kill?" Wu Ziqi asked again.

When the soldier heard Wu Ziqi ask this question, his face turned slightly red, but he finally shook his head.

Like Wu Ziqi, he would not lie, and he really did not kill a single Japanese devil.

He had only been a soldier for over a month, this was his first time in combat, and he only had three bullets in total.

The group of Eighth Route Army soldiers who were with Wu Ziqi before did seize some weapons and ammunition, but as this young soldier said, he was one of the group that was dispersed at the beginning and came here later. He was not with Wu Ziqi at all, so how could he have any extra bullets?

"You see, I've killed more Japanese than you have. The box gun was originally mine, and I didn't shoot your Captain Mo either.

Even if our battalion commander agrees, I will go back to be your witness, but why don't you return my gun? Are you Eighth Route Army soldiers reasonable?" After asking a few questions, Wu Ziqi finally got to the point.

Undoubtedly, the young soldier was reasonable, but it was not up to him to return Wu Ziqi's gun. In the end, he could only answer: "It was our special commissioner's order to confiscate your gun. You have to ask him for it." Wu Ziqi knew that the special commissioner was right behind him. He finally learned his lesson and did not turn back to pay attention to the special commissioner. Instead, he continued to say to the young soldier: "Just tell me, is what I said right? I didn't kill those people. I killed more devils than you. Otherwise, how many more of your Eighth Route Army soldiers would have been killed by the devils I killed? Why did you confiscate my gun?"

What does it mean to be reasonable? Being reasonable means that the opinions you put forward are in line with reality and logic.

At this time, the young soldier was really stumped by Wu Ziqi's question, although he didn't know what logic was.

So he could only nod.

"Look, you nodded, which proves that what I said makes sense, right? Then why did your special envoy confiscate my gun? Is your special envoy unreasonable?" Wu Ziqi asked.

  To put it bluntly, the little Eighth Route Army soldier in front of him was only a child of fifteen or sixteen. How could he defend himself against Gobang?

He felt that what Wu Qi said made sense, but he couldn't bring himself to say that his special envoy was unreasonable.

For a moment, the young soldier's face turned red due to Wu Ziqi's questioning, and he didn't know what to say.

"Don't bully children for no reason!" At this time, other Eighth Route Army soldiers nearby couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

  However, what Wu Ziqi feared was that no one in the Eighth Route Army would pay attention to him. Now that someone spoke up, he was no longer afraid, because if you speak up, you have to be reasonable, and he knew he was right!

"You are an adult? Aren't you unreasonable? Is our battalion commander a high-ranking official? He is still reasonable! Aren't you Eighth Route Army commanders unreasonable?" Wu Ziqi continued to question the Eighth Route Army soldier who dared to speak out.

When he said this, Wu Ziqi's voice became even louder.

At this time, they were walking in a harvested wheat field. If the wheat ears had not been harvested, the ripe wheat grains would definitely fall from the ears.

Why did the wheat grains fall out of the wheat ears? There is only one answer: they were shaken by Wu Ziqi's shouting!

  In Wu Ziqi's opinion, being right does not depend on how loud your voice is. If you are right, you must speak loudly!

As for why the straw is still there but the wheat ears are gone, this is of course Shang Zhen’s masterpiece!

"Give him the gun!" At this time, the special envoy's voice sounded impatiently behind Wu Ziqi.

The special envoy had been listening to Wu Ziqi the whole time. Wu Ziqi had pressured him to this point with his reasoning, so he had to return the gun to the man.

This was certainly because what Wu Ziqi said made sense, but also because the special envoy understood that he could not go too far in the matter of Wu Ziqi.

If you ask who is reasonable, the Eighth Route Army is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

But now, the dozens of soldiers he brought with him were not his own people. They were originally under the command of Mo Jianchen.

  It is precisely because of this that he needs to establish his own image in the minds of the soldiers so that he can use his authority to override the logic of the soldiers in the future!

The reason why it is possible is that the Eighth Route Army soldiers of course all listen to their superiors.

But if the superiors are wrong, they will not listen to you, they will only listen to the principles of their own beliefs. As the temporary leader of this team, he cannot go too far.

With the order from the special envoy, Wu Ziqi finally got his gun and bullets back through reasoning. He fiddled with his box gun happily. It is true that there is no fear when there is a gun in hand!

"Boy, how many Japanese soldiers have you killed in total?" Now in a better mood, Wu Ziqi began to ask the young soldier.

"My name is Gensheng, not little bastard!" The young soldier looked at the box gun in Wu Ziqi's hand with envy but answered angrily.

Wu Ziqi was just about to continue teasing the little soldier, but he seemed to hear some faint sound.

He turned his head and looked to the left.

The wheat fields were filled with wheat straw without ears of wheat. The edge of the wheat fields was a wilderness, and further away was a small forest.

Wu Ziqi looked around the grove but didn't see anything, so he muttered to himself, "Why do I seem to hear someone calling me?" He shook his head and ignored it, then continued to talk to the young soldier.

At this time, Wu Ziqi didn't know that behind the grove, Fan Tongzuo, whose mouth was covered, was struggling desperately. The reason was that Fan Tongzuo had just seen the Eighth Route Army walking in the wheat field, and also saw Wu Ziqi, so he shouted "Wu Er".

It’s a pity that he was too far away from Wu Ziqi, and Wu Ziqi only heard a faint sound.

Fan Tongzuo struggled very hard, but he only struggled for a few times and then became motionless.

He couldn't move or open his mouth. He stared with wide eyes in horror because the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

At this point, Fan Tongzuo finally realized that something was wrong. Were these people from his camp? If they were, why would they point guns at his head?