Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 173 Uncle Mo
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just right now"

The situation has changed, Zhang Datuan secretly muttered to himself a little fortunately, the people have not started to move now, this point is just right, if the people start to move later, it will be troublesome to stop, and then he will have to A few more wrinkles.

And it doesn't feel like smoking when you're busy.

No, I must find a staff officer to help. There will only be more and more troops in the future. If this continues, I am afraid that I will be too busy.

How about getting a chief of staff? It's usually fine, but once there is a big move, even the promise will be too busy to touch the ground.

Looking at the empty regiment headquarters, head Zhang Da thought in his heart.

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"Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo"

Outside a dilapidated earthen house in Tutuo Village, three Eighth Route Army soldiers were knocking on the door. One of the three soldiers was carrying a sack, the other was holding a large quilt, and the third was holding a bowl with a lid Pots.

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The dilapidated door full of patches was opened, and a lame middle-aged man walked out of the room. He was wearing a cane, with a sad face and messy hair mixed with black and white. He was only about 40 years old, but his face was carved Full of wrinkles, a typical poor peasant appearance.

"Dazi, who are you?" Uncle Mo knew the people in front of him.

As the base camp of the Independent First Regiment, many people around Tutuo Village have joined the army. The few people in front of him are also natives of Tutuo Village. They were often taken up the mountain by him to play when they were young. Before the Independent First Regiment came, they joined the village organization. The self-defense force, after coming, he joined the army directly.

"Uncle Mo, we are here to bring you food." Several soldiers at the door held up the items in their hands and smiled.

"Uncle Mo, you don't tell us when you are injured, you are too out of touch." Another soldier looked at Uncle Mo's injured foot and added with a smile, with a hint of reproach in his tone.

Uncle Mo was injured more than half a month ago. He fell from a tree while climbing and broke his leg. Although he was fine, he had to rest for at least a month.This is what Zhang Nuoyan, the deputy head of the group, told them when they just returned to the village. At the same time, they also asked the three of them to send some food and supplies to Uncle Mo. After all, after being injured, the family lost a labor force, and Uncle Mo must be living a tight life. Bar.Several of them were soldiers from the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment. They had been in other villages before and rarely returned to Tutuo Village. This time, because the devils suddenly stopped encircling and suppressing the base area, they had time to return home.

"This man is getting old, so it's inevitable that his legs and feet are not flexible."

"Lan'er, get some tea, Dazi and the others are here"

Uncle Mo opened the door and let several soldiers come in, while calling his family to prepare tea.

"I don't need the food and quilts. It's not easy in your regiment. Now that the army is expanding, there must be not enough food and supplies."

"Although Uncle Mo is injured, the family still has enough food."

The few people just entered the room and were about to put down the supplies, but Uncle Mo quickly refused.

"Uncle Mo, don't lie to us. We don't know the situation of your family. Last year you gave us so much food. There must not be much food in the family. We are the people's team, and the people have difficulties, so we naturally have to help."

One of the soldiers put down the bowl in his hand and said.

"Besides, you don't know, life in our regiment is getting better now. We can eat some meat every day, which is much better than when we first came here. The deputy head asked me to bring you some meat." come and taste"

As he spoke, he opened the bowl in his hand, revealing a bowl full of canned beef.

"This is canned beef, imported from abroad, this is delicious, you and Aunt Lan have a taste."

"Beef..." Smelling the aroma wafting from the bowl, Uncle Mo sniffed, with a little sadness in his eyes.

Looking at the sadness in Uncle Mo's eyes, they all understood why.Uncle Mo used to have an old scalper, which was used to plow the land. He is very precious on weekdays. He treats the cow better than himself. Uncle Mo has a good heart, and he also helps the neighbors in the village to cultivate the land on weekdays. But when the devils came, his cow was killed. It was stolen, and it is said that it was slaughtered and eaten by devils.

"Uncle Mo, the devil captain who robbed your cow is dead, he was beaten to death a long time ago."

Immediately someone relieved.Before the robbery of Mo Shuniu, the captain of the Japanese army in Wanping City was Kurokawa Nishida who was shot and killed by Luo Yun on his first mission. In order to prepare supplies, the brutal Kurokawa Nishida burned, killed and looted everywhere, causing the surrounding people to suffer terribly. However, the independent regiment was too weak at that time, and there was nothing they could do about that little devil.

"Dead, that kid is dead?" Uncle Mo, who was pouring tea, was startled for a moment, with obvious surprise in his tone.

"Well, it's a terrible death, and the corpses are not even together." The other two had already put down the supplies in their hands, and they were not polite, and began to pour tea by themselves. The food they carried this time was more than 80 kilograms. Several people took turns to carry it, but Uncle Mo's house was halfway up the mountain, and the three of them climbed up from the regiment headquarters and fell down from exhaustion.

"Death is good. This kind of person should die long ago. This kind of person should go to the eighteenth level of hell." Uncle Mo said fiercely, his tone was full of hatred. He raised the cow all his life and gave it to the villagers. After farming all his life, he has always treated the cattle as his relatives.

For a farmer, especially a farmer who lives on the land, a cow that can plow the land is far more important than a strong labor force. Taking the cow away is almost tearing down the pillar of a farmer's family.

Hearing the death of the devil who snatched the cow, Uncle Mo suddenly felt that his feet felt much more comfortable, and the pain was gone.

"However, how did your regiment get so many good things?"

At this time, a soldier had opened the grain sack, and several small bags were taken out of the sack and opened, a bag of refined white flour, a bag of corn, and a bag of rice. With decades of old farming career, Uncle Mo The quality and skill of these grains can be estimated at a glance.

All of them are refined grains, excellent processed grains, the kind of grains that are not mixed with any impurities, and at least more than 100 catties, so much grains that their whole family can eat for more than a month.

There are six members of Uncle Mo's family, an old man in his 60s, Uncle Mo's couple, and three children.The eldest daughter is married, and the remaining two children are 7 years old and [-] years old, and they all went to the mountains to help work.

"Give me so much? Is there enough food in your regiment?" Uncle Mo said worriedly.

"Uncle Mo, do you think we look like we can't get enough to eat? Why don't you look at the woolen coats we are wearing?" Several people said, showing off their muscles and the woolen coats on their bodies.

At this time, Uncle Mo realized that the people who were originally skinny like monkeys now looked strong, their faces were even more oily, and the woolen coats on their bodies were brand new and thick.

(End of this chapter)