The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1964: Hope of survival in the cracks

It was already afternoon, and a gust of southwest wind blew, filling the entire mountain road with a bloody smell.

From the Japanese soldiers who died one after another to the puppet soldiers who basically died at one time, there are now more than 200 dead people on this mountain road.

The Japanese soldiers would have been fine, as they gradually died during the attack and appeared sparsely scattered on the mountain road.

However, many puppet soldiers were killed in large numbers by Japanese machine guns. After their death, their bodies were piled up in various shapes.

The blood flowed from the pile of corpses to the low-lying areas. Most of it flowed down the hillside, but a small amount flowed into the cracks in the rocks nearby.

The crevice in the rock was wide enough for a person to sit inside with his knees bent, but the part next to the mountain road was a dugout, and the terrain was lower.

Water flows to lower places, and so does blood, so there it gathered into a puddle of blood as big as a washbasin.

And at the edge of the blood puddle, a puppet soldier named Jiao Fenghe stood between the blood puddle and the stone wall.

It couldn't be said that the stone wall was as strong as a blade, but at least within his height, it was very straight.

  So in order to avoid the blood that would wet his shoes, he could only stand against the stone wall like a stick!

He had to keep his feet as close to the stone wall as possible to temporarily avoid the invasion of blood, and then he felt as if he had been punished by standing.

This kind of punishment is that the person has to stand against the wall, with the heels, calves, buttocks, back and even the back of the head all touching the wall.

  How long can a person stand like this?

The answer varies from person to person. Jiao Fenghe has good physical fitness, but he still can't resist the blood that is slowly but relentlessly gathering.

In the end, he could only helplessly watch the bright red blood flow to his feet and wet his shoes.

Gradually, he felt the blood seeping into his shoes, and his feet felt sticky.

This feeling was very bad and made him feel nauseous.

But even so, he should be content.

  If he had not seen the opportunity and hidden in the pile of dead bodies, and killed a Japanese soldier, then now it would not be other people's blood, no matter whether it was Japanese or his companions', that would wet his shoes, but his blood would wet other people's shoes!

Who is Jiao Fenghe?

Jiao Fenghe was the puppet soldier who, upon seeing that the situation was not right, lay down and pretended to be dead, and then killed a Japanese soldier who was hiding in the crevice of the mountain.

Now he doesn’t know how long he can live. If the Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain launch another attack, that would probably be the end of his life.

But he came in in such a hurry that he even left his rifle behind.

And now, there were rifles about seven or eight meters away from him, and not just one. There were both the Hanyang rifle he used and the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

Anyway, that's what happened. I had a falling out with the Japanese. Even if I wanted to get along with them, how could the Japanese ever treat me as a human being?

  With a weapon in hand, at least you can grab someone to take your life with you before you die. You can't just scoop up a handful of blood from the ground and smear it on your face when the Japanese devils attack here and point their guns to kill you, right?

So I should get a gun. It would be even better if the gun is a box gun and has a few grenades.

But the problem was, he knew that when he killed the Japanese soldier, he had been seen by the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

There must be a gun aimed at this place. As long as I move and jump out of the protection of the stone, the Japanese bullets will reach me.

Jiao Fenghe endured the sticky feeling on his feet and looked at the gun outside the gap, and at this time he heard the gunshot.

The sound of the gunshot made him shudder involuntarily, and he leaned against the stone wall.

But then he squatted down, took two steps forward using the cover of the rocks, leaned forward to take a look down the mountain, and then quickly shrank back.

No, I didn’t see those Japanese dwarfs, who were only as tall as my shoulders, coming up with guns!

Maybe it was the Japanese devils shooting from behind?

  Jiao Fenghe stepped back while thinking this in his mind, and when he hit his butt against the stone wall again, he looked at his shoes that had been soaked with blood and felt like crying but had no tears!

Jiao Fenghe was thinking that he should pick up a pair of shoes when he goes to get the gun later. But suddenly he saw a small stone coming into his sight from above and then hitting the blood puddle in front of him.

  Blood is sticky, but that didn't stop the stone from hitting the blood puddle, which then splashed onto his face. When Jiao Fenghe subconsciously looked up, he saw a smiling face on the big rock across the mountain road!

This sudden scene stunned Xiao Fenghe, but he was not afraid because he saw that the face was a Chinese face!

A small nose, a sharp face and small eyes, but it makes people look festive!

Jiao Fenghe was just about to talk to the other person when he saw another person crawling up behind that face.

Later, this man had a simple and honest face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips, which formed a sharp contrast with the boy who had just grinned at him.

  Jiao Fenghe could feel that even though this person was lying on his stomach later, he was definitely tall and big, with one hand open like a palm-leaf fan, and the other hand holding a poplar pole!

"Boy, you're having fun peeing and playing in the mud here!" the man with the small nose and small eyes spoke.

At this time, Jiao Fenghe noticed that this man with a small nose and small eyes spoke with a Northeastern accent.

Who are the people who speak the Northeastern dialect in this place? And they like to talk nonsense. Jiao Fenghe knows it without asking! Even if the other party is not wearing a military uniform.

Just when he didn't know what to say, the man opposite asked, "What's your name, kid?"

"Jiao Fenghe." Jiao Fenghe answered honestly. He suddenly felt that he had a hope of escaping from the predicament.

  "Oh, so your last name is Jiao. This is the first time I meet someone with the last name Jiao." The man with the small nose and small eyes said this. Jiao Fenghe could feel an evil light coming out of those small eyes?

"What's wrong with the surname Jiao?" Jiao Fenghe was puzzled.

"Nothing, nothing." The little nose and eyes said, then chuckled twice and introduced himself: "My name is Qian Chuan'er, from the Shang Zhen Battalion of the Northeast Army."

  "I see." Jiao Fenghe nodded.

"You are quite a brave boy. The Japanese machine guns didn't even hit you, but you knew to hide and even killed a Japanese.

We all admire you in the back, so I decided to come over and help you." Qian Chuan'er said.

"How can you help me? Can you rescue me?" Jiao Fenghe asked, his eyes dropping to his pair of shoes that were soaked in blood.

"Big idiot, give the thing to him!" Jiao Fenghe heard Qian Chuan'er say when he looked up.

It turns out that the big, dark and stupid guy behind him is called "Big Stupid", and the skinny guy with a small nose and small eyes in front of him is called Qian Chuaner, which is exactly as his name suggests.

Jiao Fenghe was just thinking about this when he saw the big fool stabbing the poplar pole towards him without any big movement.

  Jiao Fenghe quickly reached out to catch it, and when he got it in his hand, he noticed that the poplar pole was actually five or six meters long!

Looking at the end of the poplar pole next to his hand, there was actually a wire with a hook tied on it.

He suddenly understood why these two people from the Northeast Army came here.

It is not certain that others can save him, but with this wooden pole he will never be suffocated to death.

Use this wooden pole with a hook to hook the weapon you want!

Just as Jiao Fenghe was about to say thank you, Qian Chuan'er said, "We can only help you up to this point. When we came here just now, we were almost shot by the Japanese. If you want to survive, you have to talk to your ancestors for a few words."

"Why?" Jiao Fenghe asked subconsciously. He didn't understand what his desire to survive had to do with his eight generations of ancestors who had already been buried.

"Let them protect you and prevent the Japanese from attacking you before dark." Qian Chuaner said.

Jiao Fenghe is actually a veteran. He has also dealt with the Northeast Army. He hates the Northeastern people's chatterboxness.

It is reasonable for him to thank the person who gave him the wooden pole. Even though he was not given a gun directly, he should still say thank you.

But just when he was about to say thank you to your eight generations of ancestors, Qian Chuan'er had already turned around and crawled back.

Then Qian Chuan'er's voice floated over again: "If you want to stay alive, there is another trick. See if there are any Japanese soldiers' clothes. Put them on. I guess the Japanese soldiers may not recognize you when they come."

Huh? Jiao Fenghe's eyes lit up. This is what people say!