The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1917 Multiple Stimuli

I swear to God, Shang Zhen really didn’t say anything about Xu Lang and Wang Chuan.

  Xu Lang and Wang Chuan are members of the Eighth Route Army. Regardless of how high their official titles are, they are still representatives of the Eighth Route Army. What right does he have to scold them?

He was really just scolding Leng Xiaozhi. Who said Leng Xiaozhi was his wife?

Deep love and responsibility.

  Northeastern men are more or less chauvinistic. They are real men, fighting the Japanese invaders, and that's a man's thing. Why would you, a woman, come out and do that?

But he was so anxious in scolding that he didn't notice that Xu Lang was talking to Leng Xiaozhi. It seemed like his scolding was indirectly criticizing Xu Lang and Wang Chuan.

Shang Zhen was also a shrewd man. After he had scolded Leng Xiaozhi, as soon as he saw the expressions of Xu Lang and Wang Chuan, he knew that the two men had misunderstood him.

He hurriedly explained: "You are all guests of our Eighth Route Army, including you and Leng Xiaozhi. If anything happens to you, we can't afford it!"

As soon as Shang Zhen said this, not only did Xu Lang and Wang Chuan feel that what he said was true, but even Leng Xiaozhi secretly praised her man in her heart!

  This is a very well said thing! Society is really a big classroom!

"There are only soldiers here, no guests." At this time, Xu Lang, who was always eloquent, remained silent, but Wang Chuan took over.

But this sentence also made Shang Zhen look at him with a higher opinion.

Although he knew from Leng Xiaozhi that Wang Chuan was only responsible for the security of their trio, he felt that Wang Chuan was pragmatic and was indeed more likable than Xu Lang, who always spoke in a lofty manner!

Shang Zhen no longer dwelled on the fact that these three people were his guests, and instead called out to his two companions, "Hurry up and check if there are any survivors. We must find out the identities of these people!"

Under Shang Zhen's order, the remaining people got busy, and Shang Zhen did not forget to say to Leng Xiaozhi: "Why are you running around? Come back to your man!"

Upon hearing Shang Zhen say this, Leng Xiaozhi did not pout this time, but ran obediently behind Shang Zhen, looking like a good girl.

However, this good girl look only lasted for a moment, and then Leng Xiaozhi took a gun and began to stand guard behind Shang Zhen.

As Wang Chuan said, there are no guests here, only soldiers.

For Leng Xiaozhi, the same principle applies. There are no wives here, only warriors!

Shang Zhen and the others were all busy, but Xu Lang seemed distracted.

This time he suffered multiple stimulations.

At the first level, he didn't expect that Shang Zhen could kill dozens of people with just a few people.

All this stems from Shang Zhen’s foresight and his brilliant ideas.

Before getting on the carriage, Xu Lang was confused. But when the battle really happened and he really won this battle of outnumbering the majority, he understood the cleverness of Shang Zhen's approach.

The sacks of wet soil were moved onto the carriage to form a shelter to protect against bullets.

This carriage has a canopy, and people outside have no idea that there are actually "defensive fortifications" inside.

It is also because of this that the sacks filled with wet soil can withstand the concentrated fire of the enemy.

At that time, Xu Lang hid behind a sack.

He heard the "puff puff" sound of the bullet hitting the wet earth bag. At that moment, even Xu Lang felt that he was dead!

  What was even more surprising was that some of the carriage's boards were actually movable!

As soon as the enemy's gunfire stopped, he watched the big man and the small man lift up the board in the middle of the sack and crawl under.

This is also a good thing. The enemy used random guns to focus their fire here, and their attention must have been on the carriage canopy. They had no idea that the people in the carriage had actually gone under the carriage, so they fired first and caught the enemy by surprise.

  The second stimulation was that Xu Lang never expected that the shooting skills of the soldiers led by Shang Zhen would be so accurate!

When Dabaobei and Bian Xiaolong started shooting out from under the carriage, he also heard the gunshots from below like a string of cannonballs.

Although he hid behind the sack, there was a tarpaulin covering the outside of the sack, so he didn't dare to pull his head out.

But Wang Chuan, who was with him, bravely raised his head and looked out through the bullet holes caused by the enemy shooting at the tarpaulin. Then he heard a series of exclamations from Wang Chuan.

He asked "What's wrong?", and Wang Chuan replied "It's so accurate!"

So in the end, Xu Lang only heard Wang Chuan firing two shots in the carriage, and then the gunfire basically stopped.

  When he got off the carriage, he saw more than a dozen enemies lying on the slope near the road. None of them could move. What did that mean? They were all shot dead!

It turns out that the big guy and the small guy are both sharpshooters!

As an Eighth Route Army cadre, Xu Lang knew how to sing a song called "Song of the Guerrillas".

"We are all sharpshooters, and every bullet kills an enemy." These are the lyrics of the song.

But Xu Lang was different from others. Although he would say on the surface that this song represented the lofty ambitions of our guerrillas to wipe out the Japanese invaders, deep down, he still disagreed.

  He believed that it was an exaggeration to say that one bullet could kill one enemy. Not to mention one bullet, even if three or five bullets could kill one enemy, the Japanese devils would have been defeated long ago!

But this time, when he saw with his own eyes that Shang Zhen and his veteran soldiers were hitting the target with every bullet, he suddenly felt that the song seemed to make sense, or that it was written for sharpshooters like Shang Zhen!

The third stimulus.

The third stimulation was, of course, that he caught a glimpse of the little womanly behavior that Leng Xiaozhi displayed in front of Shang Zhen.

  The way Leng Xiaozhi behaved in front of Shang Zhen made Xu Lang feel an inexplicable pain in his heart!

The goddess in the dream blooms like a shy rose, or rather, blooms without any scruples, but not because of oneself. Just this pain, just this bitterness, perhaps only the men who failed in love in the world can have such an experience!

Xu Lang became distracted, but others were not idle.

More than ten minutes later, Shang Zhen and his men not only checked the bodies of those who were beaten to death, but also collected all their guns and ammunition and threw them onto the carriage.

"Can you tell who they are?" Leng Xiaozhi asked Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen did not answer, but squatted beside the dead bandit leader, thinking about something.

Hou Kanshan replied: "They look like bandits, not members of our Northeast Army."

"Didn't someone beat this guy to death during that Kung Fu? Didn't you catch up with him?" Leng Xiaozhi asked again.

  This question was difficult for Hou Kanshan to answer. Could he say that we were also afraid of casualties, so we didn't chase after them?

At this time, Shang Zhen had already stood up and said, "First, there will be casualties if we catch up.

Second, if we really catch up with him and confirm his identity, it seems that it will be difficult to deal with him. Will we have to break up with him?"

At this time Leng Xiaozhi noticed that Shang Zhen had a self-deprecating expression on his face.

Because Leng Xiaozhi knew Shang Zhen too well, he knew that Shang Zhen had probably reconfirmed the identity of the man who killed the bandit leader. It must be Zhao Tieying's man, otherwise Shang Zhen would not have said that he wanted to break off relations with him.

"However, we also have to find out the identities of these people. With so many guns and such physical characteristics, even if they are bandits, they have names." Shang Zhen stared into the distance, as if talking to himself.