The War of Resistance

With a wilting radish and a hot heart, no one thought that Shang Zhen, who looked the most honest in appearance, would tell such a joke.

When soldiers fight, their heads are always tucked into the waistband of their trousers, so if they are said to fall off, they will fall off.

When a person feels that his survival is hopeless, he will naturally indulge some of his desires and enjoy himself in time. So is there anything funnier than hearing a funny thing in the army?

Everyone laughed, including the company commander Hao Xiazi.

In the end, when these officers and soldiers confirmed Shang Zhen's identity as a man from the Northeast, Shang Zhen's words with a Northeast smell accompanied most of the march.

Shang Zhen had no choice but to say such a sentence when Li Qingfeng said that he shot on time, but the more serious he said, the more Xia Xiazi and his gang laughed, and the more they said he was bragging!

On the contrary, no one asked Shang Zhen's real marksmanship.

And this just happened to achieve the effect Shang Zhen expected.

From that moment when Cheng Wan started shooting, Shang Zhen, who had also gained personal freedom, watched from the sidelines.

On the south bank of the Huaihe River, he and Na Cai Chengwan had a "deal", even though this deal was based on each other's lives as a bargaining chip.

Seeing that Wancheng's marksmanship is not bad and can reach the level of an ordinary veteran, Shang Zhen also felt that this guy should be a veteran at first.

But for some reason, he felt that something was wrong. He always felt that this guy didn't seem to be a soldier, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

If we talk about Shang Zhen as the protagonist of a novel, he is really not the kind with a clear personality, happy love and hatred, and he is destined not to have the aura of the protagonist.

He usually looks inconspicuous, just like Old Mao Wang commented to him when he had nothing to think about him, the eyes of the naughty man would turn violently when he was thinking about things, why is this kid thinking about it? When it happened, it seemed like he was asleep.

This is thanks to the fact that Old Mao Wang is not that kind of educated person.

If he was that kind of educated person, he would definitely say that those f---ing eyes are the windows of the soul, and Shang boy's eyes are also the windows of the soul, but his f---ing window is always closed. Yes, Ba Duzi knew what he was thinking about!

Others don't know, but Shang Zhen knows that few people can calculate him, but he really has never seen Cai Chengwan like this.

To beat devils is to beat devils, but for the sake of his own life, he can ignore the lives of hundreds of strong men!

And when running to the Huaihe River in the dark, then I and that guy can be regarded as friends or partners with the same goal, but he was able to throw stones at me in an attempt to make a movement, so as to bring disaster to my partner again!

If people from the Northeast use foul language to evaluate it, they will be as aggressive as Wan's big and small eyes, where is it not a scourge!

At least when I didn't leave this army, I became a partner with this guy again.

Then, with Shang Zhen's style, it is natural to keep a low profile, and hit the wormwood pole with a shot from about 100 meters away? As long as there is no wind and the wormwood pole does not shake, Shang Zhen believes that he should be able to do it.

But he will never show his marksmanship, he has to make that person underestimate him, and keeping such a hand is something that can save his life at critical moments!

It’s just that he is from the Northeast. The intelligence and sense of humor in the Northeast’s bones made Hao Xiazi’s veterans and even Cai Chengwan despise him, but those veterans regarded him as the kind of clown who made them happy. , They always make fun of him and let him talk.

This is really a kind of torture for a person like Shang Zhen who usually doesn't talk much!

However, during the march, Shang Zhen finally found out that his previous judgment on the ownership of Hao Xiazi's army was still wrong.

Hao Xiazi's company is not in the Central Army at all, but in the Fortieth Army.

Which faction did the Forty Army belong to? With Shang Zhen's ability to listen more and talk less, he figured out that the Forty Army also belonged to the Northwest Army.

Nowadays, the division of the Chinese army does not depend on the designation of the current army, but on where the army originally came from.

For example, the Northeast Army belonged to the Feng family. At first, it must have been under the command of Marshal Zhang. After Marshal Zhang was killed, he was under the command of Young Marshal Zhang. After Shao Marshal Zhang was put under house arrest, the Northeast Army was reorganized by the Central Army.

But no matter how it is reorganized, the officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army will not listen to external commands. In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of an army, the chief officer of the army can only be from the Northeast Army, and even the old man above dare not change it casually.

This is also the case with the Northwest Army. To say that it is the Northwest Army only reflects a kind of military inheritance.

Of course, whether the Northeast Army or the Northwest Army, they are miscellaneous troops after all. Even if they belong to the Central Army in name, it is absolutely impossible for them to receive equal treatment from the Central Government.

Hao Xiazi and the others came out to arrest the strong men this time, but they carried out under the private instruction of their Shangfeng, they really ran away after they were caught, so Shang Zhen and the others spent most of their journey on the march.

Before it was dark, Xia Xiazi led the soldiers and escorted the strong man onto the train on the Jinpu Line.

As a result, Shang Zhen, who was planning to find a chance to slip away, was about to cry.

If he was still with the strong men, would he just be locked in the train compartment and stop halfway to get off? There are no doors! Eat, drink, and scatter all in the car.

And now he is sitting in the train carriage with the veterans like Hao Xiazi, and the veterans are forcing him to bluff. Seven and a half out of ten people are listening to him bluffing. Where can he go?

The train sat for a day and a night.

The trains nowadays don't run fast, they are all steam locomotives, but even though the train stops and goes, when the train stops and they start walking again, Shang Zhen realizes that they have already passed Xuzhou!

Of course, when they got here, the hands of the strong men had already been let go, and none of the strong men ran away recklessly.

At this time, Shang Zhen naturally had a chance to escape with those three people, but at this moment he saw a Japanese plane flying by from a distance, and he seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder in the air.

After all, Shang Zhen had contact with mid-level and upper-level officers like the brigade commander Liu Chengyi. He knew that the Japanese army had a plan for a north-south attack.

In the south, of course, break through the Huaihe River and go north along Jinpu Road. In the north, capture Shandong and then go all the way south, so as to join forces in Xuzhou.

The southern front has basically stabilized under the joint resistance of the 59th and 51st armies, so the battle in the north should become fierce.

At this moment, Shang Zhen finally became entangled, should he run or not?

Shang Zhen had never been so entangled before, so entangled that even when the veterans were yelling at him to scare him for nothing, he finally asked impatiently, are the stories I told so funny?

In the end, a soldier's answer made the veterans laugh again. The veteran said, it doesn't matter what you say, I just like to hear your big mouth!

Shang Zhen was dumbfounded, but by this time he had already figured out from the conversations of the veterans that the Forty Army went to the North Bank of the Huaihe River to catch the strong men secretly, and the soldiers used to catch the strong men were selected from the whole army. The soldiers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang are just to pretend to be the Central Army, just to supplement their 40th Army with some soldiers!

If I had known this earlier, I should have reported the number of my 337 brigade!

Listening to the names, the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army must be regarded as uncles and brothers. If Xia Xiazi knows that he is a member of the Northeast Army, then he should not make things difficult for himself. ,

Alas, I am really clever but I was mistaken by my cleverness!

If I said it now, then there's no need, it's so **** embarrassing! Otherwise, I should take my three people and run away secretly.

But when Shang Zhen arrived at this part of the journey, they had already arrived at a certain place, which turned out to be a supply station for the Forty Army. After Shang Zhen and the others waited for a while, Hao Xiazi brought the veterans to them Send out weapons!

Although no one believed that Shang Zhen would be the sharpshooter who broke the pole of Haozi with a single shot a hundred meters away, but because he "surrendered" early, and because of his foul-mouthed taste, the veterans liked him, so the veterans gave Shang Zhen A Hanyang made!

Shang Zhen didn't want to show in front of the veterans that he could handle the gun with ease, he knew from experience that the rifling of this gun was almost worn out.

However, based on the bragging image that Shang Zhen established in front of the veterans, if they could give him such a gun, they would regard him as one of their own. After all, many strong men didn't even get a gun.

However, the above is only the first one.

The second one is just that, but when Shang Zhen's hand held the handle of this old rifle, he suddenly had a feeling that the gun was connected with his flesh and blood!

The gun is an old gun, not some legendary ancient artifact, but Shang Zhen knew that this gun must have its own history.

Maybe it was there in the Qing Dynasty, maybe it beat foreigners, maybe it beat the Taiping Army, maybe it killed our own Chinese in the civil war!

But today it is in my hands, so today I will use it to kill the Japanese devils!

Therefore, Shang Zhen no longer looked back to the south, but turned his gaze to the north!

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and whenever he met familiar people, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing is already used to it.

Because this is the Zhenmagic Division, an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin~www.readwn.com~ The main duty is to kill monsters and ghosts, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In Zhenmensi, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it as time went by.

Zhenmus is huge.

Those who can stay in Zhenmusi are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Zhenmagic Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy, and the other is the Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Town of Magic Division starts from the lowest level of Demon Slayers,

Then he was promoted step by step, and eventually he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the town of magic division, and he was also the lowest-ranked demon slayer.

Possess the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with Zhenmusi's environment.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in Zhenmagus, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd. In the **** Zhenmagus, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood hit his face, making his brows furrowed instinctively, but then relaxed quickly.

There is almost no way to clean off the **** smell on everyone in Zhenmusi.