The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2068 Return
Laomao Wang was pacing outside a house, smoking a cigarette.

The hair on the top of his head was getting thinner and thinner, especially the part without hair had become brighter and brighter, and even sparkled slightly in the afternoon sun.

On the contrary, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper.

At the same time, he put his hands behind his back and hunched his waist, showing a bit of old age.

Looking at the look on Wang Laomao's face, Hou Kanshan, who was not far away, sighed secretly.

"What's wrong?" Ma Tian asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang is old too." Hou Kanshan sighed.

Ma Tianfang looked at Wang Laomao and shook his head without saying anything.

At this time, Hu Zhuzi whispered, "My wife and children are tired."

But those two people were not in the mood to say anything weird so they ignored him.

"Hey, that's weird, why don't you talk about him anymore?" Hu Zhuzi expressed his surprise.

Hou Kanshan and Ma Tianfang still ignored him.

What Hou Kanshan is thinking about now is that, among the few old men who had entered the Great Wall from outside the Great Wall, only he and Wang Laomao are still present. The rest are gone, either killed in battle or missing. In terms of seniority, Ma Tianfang and Hu Zhuzi came later.

Ma Tianfang was also unhappy because his old partner Qin Chuan had not returned after following Qian Chuaner into the county town.

Their people also inquired from the outside, but the Japanese army closed the four gates of the county town and did not allow anyone to enter!

So it was impossible for him not to worry about Qin Chuan.

Given their current state of mind, they have no intention of joking with a scoundrel like Hu Zhuzi.

"How long has the interrogation been going on inside?" Wang Laomao, who had just walked past them with his hands behind his back, suddenly turned around and asked.

When Wang Laomao asked this, Hou Kanshan looked at Wang Laomao in surprise. His expression was undoubtedly like, "Don't you know how long the interrogation has been going on? Hasn't it been a whole morning?"

"Let's go and see how the interrogation is going," Wang Laomao said. At this time, the cigarette butt in his hand was burning. He threw it away quickly but muttered, "What a delay."

Hou Kanshan stood up speechlessly and walked towards their camp headquarters.

There were two guards at the entrance of the camp. One was from their camp and was wearing the uniform of the Northeast Army. The other was wearing casual clothes with a box gun on his waist. He was a member of the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing Hou Kanshan coming again, the two gatekeepers let him in without saying anything.

Logically speaking, this Japanese squad leader was captured by the cooperation of Shang Zhenying and the Eighth Route Army, and Wang Laomao and others should have been involved in the interrogation, but Wang Laomao was not interested in interrogating the Japanese soldiers.

Their battalion's fighting style did not require any intelligence from the Japanese army. Hou Kanshan had only one purpose in entering the house, which was to see whether the Japanese squad leader had any moves.

If they confessed, they would just capture him and exchange living people for dead with the Japanese army.

Hou Kanshan came out after a while, and then shook his head in response to Wang Laomao's questioning look. "Fuck! How can this be called a chicken*feather trial!" Wang Laomao cursed with his eyes wide open. He reached out to touch the top of his head, intending to grab his hat off and throw it on the ground, but now he was wearing a military uniform but not a hat, so he touched nothing.

"Uncle Wang, please be patient, just be patient." As an old man, Hou Kanshan could see that Old Wang was about to get angry, so he stepped forward to persuade him.

Only then did Wang Laomao snort and take out another cigarette, and Hou Kanshan quickly lit it for him.

No wonder Wang Laomao was so angry.

Qian Chuan'er and his men captured the Japanese squad leader alive, but they met Wang Laomao and his men who had brought people out because they were worried about Qian Chuan'er and his men.

However, Li Shan of the Eighth Route Army said that we had captured a Japanese squad leader alive, and we should ask for his confession before exchanging the remains of the martyrs with the Japanese devils.

Wang Laomao certainly disagreed at first. His original words were, "Even if I'm not in a hurry to get our bodies back, do you still have Leng Xiaozhi's thing?"
It was then that Li Shan told him that neither of the two women hung on the city gate tower was Leng Xiaozhi. The real Leng Xiaozhi had disappeared after being injured, just like Shang Zhen!
Wang Laomao is in his fifties, and he was not anxious about the fact that the Eighth Route Army had just told him the news about Leng Xiaozhi, and he had reservations about it.

He was anxious to exchange a living person for a dead person, but in fact, he was also trying to quickly exchange Leng Xiaozhi's body. Although it was unlikely that Shang Zhen would come back, what if he did? (Here, Wang Laomao slapped himself when he thought of this)

But when he learned that Leng Xiaozhi was not among the two dead women, his psychological burden was finally relieved a little.

Moreover, this time he heard from people who had returned that the Eighth Route Army's spies made great efforts to capture a Japanese squad leader alive.

Thinking about it this way, he agreed as he didn't mind spending two more days.

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But the trouble was, news came back that Qian Chuan'er, Chen Hanwen and Qin Chuan had entered the county town and never came out again, which made Wang Laomao very anxious.

But how could the Eighth Route Army get a confession from the Japanese squad leader? He was Japanese, and at least none of them could speak Japanese, so they urgently sent a translator over.

As a result, the interrogation was only started this morning.

How could Wang Laomao not be anxious about this?
It doesn't matter if Shen Mugen and his men were killed, but what if Qian Chuan'er and the other three were caught by the Japanese devils again? Then wouldn't I have to get those three back when I exchange hostages with the Japanese?

He's busy with his own business while you're still taking your time in interrogating people. Old Wang likes to vent his anger on others when he gets angry, but he's able to hold back his anger now only because he's old and has been resting for the past two years, so he knows how to be patient and avoid haste.

Laomao Wang kept hanging around outside the interrogation room, and from time to time he would ask Hou Kanshan and others to go in to see how the interrogation was going. However, every time he came back, Hou Kanshan would shake his head at him.

So, the soldiers outside the house saw that Wang Laomao's frown was getting deeper and deeper, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the people outside saw Wang Laomao finally jumped up with an "owl", cursing, "Interrogate your grandma! Interrogate!", and then ran to the house!
The Eighth Route Army soldier was looking at Wang Laomao the whole time, and Wang Laomao was shaking him around so much that he was confused!

The soldier knew clearly why Wang Laomao ran into the house.

But just as he was about to stop them, and Wang Lao Mao knew that he would stop them but would still rush in no matter what, someone suddenly called out from behind, "Uncle Wang, we're back!"

Hmm? This voice is better than anything else, it sounds so sweet!

Wang Laomao turned around subconsciously and saw several people almost approaching him. The person with a small nose and eyes who just called him was not Qian Chuan'er, so who else could it be?

With Qian Chuan'er were Chen Hanwen, Qin Chuan, a soldier, and several people in plain clothes whom he had never seen before.

That soldier was responsible for gathering information on the road for their battalion. What if Qian Chuaner and the others couldn't find them when they came back?

"Hey! You rich son of a rich man are back!" Old Wang grinned with joy, but this time his face had more wrinkles than when he was frowning before!