A few rickshaw pullers were sitting on the street waiting for work, but there was not much work today. There were many people of all ages in Qiandeng Town, but there were only a few people riding in the rickshaws. "You can't make money here, but I have to pay for it at home."
It's over. It's better for the adults, but what about the children?" Boss Jin looked a little worried, and the few rickshaw drivers sitting next to him also looked normal.?
"Let me tell you, it's already pretty good if you have a stutter during this chaotic New Year. Stop being so picky. It's pretty good if you can survive by working hard or not. Look at these refugees on the street.
What are they eating?" Cao Dalu, who was squatting and smoking, slowly stood up. On the street corner not far from them, there were several refugees squatting there, chewing on hard pancakes.
"What Dalu said is right, just live a doable life these days."
"That's right. We are much better off than those who fled."
Cao Dalu was the one who had the most difficult life among this group of rickshaw pullers. His wife had run away with someone a long time ago, leaving behind a son who was raised by Cao Dalu.
All I could do was squat on the doorstep of my house and wait for Cao Dalu to pick up the car and go home. "This is a damn world, damn the Japanese." Cao Dalu walked to the refugees at the corner of the street and took out something from his arms.
I kept the pickle sticks for lunch and handed them to a child who looked as big as my own little steamed buns.
"Dalu is so righteous." When the other drivers saw Cao Dalu delivering pickle sticks to the refugees, they couldn't help praising Cao Dalu for being a righteous person. However, their family situation was similar to that of Cao Dalu. They wanted to help like Cao Dalu, but they had the intention to do so.
Powerless.
Cao Dalu reached out and caressed the mouse's head and turned to leave, but his expression instantly became respectful. At the street corner within sight, a small group of soldiers were walking over. Tang Cheng and Nianzi followed Liu Yangyang, and
There were several disabled members of the Second Company Division, and everyone was silent, because this team looked a little miserable.?
When they reached the center of the stone street, Liu Yangyang waved his hand. Tangcheng and the others stopped. The whole team stopped in the middle of the street without any warning. Without words or movements, Liu Yangyang and the others just stood in the middle of the street so abruptly. Everyone stood there.
He straightened his back and stood upright. The people on the stone street gradually became silent from the initial panic and envy. Liu Yangyang and his team seemed to have some kind of magic power, causing more and more people to gather on the stone street. People
They gradually gathered around, finally giving the lifeless streets some life.?
After receiving Liu Yangyang's hint, Tang Cheng lost no time in unfolding a piece of paper and read loudly: "The people of Qiandeng Town are told that the enemy invaders are coming and their troops are approaching the city..."
Liu Yangyang suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the piece of paper from Tang Cheng's hand, crumpled it and stepped on it under his feet, then stepped forward with a murderous look on his face and shouted loudly, "What is the word edict but not the word edict? All those foreign words
Who can understand? We are wounded soldiers from the 88th Division of the National Revolutionary Army who were withdrawn from Shanghai to recuperate. The Japs fought hard in Shanghai, and the troops suffered heavy casualties. When we came, we were already outside your town with the Japanese forwards.
When the troops meet, the little Japs may be able to attack Qiandeng Town with just a few words."
Perhaps what the people of Qiandeng Town are most concerned about now is whether the Japanese will come to Qiandeng Town. As soon as Liu Yangyang's words came out, the people who gathered around them exploded, especially those refugees who fled from Shanghai.
His face was ashen. "Boss, you are all soldiers. You cannot leave our Qiandeng Town alone. I am willing to donate 500 yuan to you to offset your military expenses, as long as you can keep our Qiandeng Town."
Just be killed by the Japanese." The grain shop owner, who was crowded in the crowd to watch the excitement, couldn't bear it anymore. There were still thousands of tons of rice stored in his shop. If Qiandeng Town was occupied by the Japanese, what would happen to his people?
That's all for rice.
"Yes, bosses, as long as you can stay and help us defend Qiandeng Town, we are willing to donate money and food." The merchants who all have wealth in Qiandeng Town also shouted, and the refugees with their families can do so at any time.
After leaving Qiandeng Town, what will happen to their industries or the local people who have lived here for generations? The only way is to try to keep these Qiu Ba people who look full of murderous intent. After all, they have guns in their hands, and the Japanese will come.
It can hold off for a while.
"We have the money ourselves." Liu Yangyang took the rattan box that Niu Wazi had been carrying and spread it on a wooden table on the street. He uncovered the red cloth in the rattan box. The whole basket was full of color.
Listening to the exclamations and whispers from the crowd, Liu Yangyang shouted loudly, "This money is the military expenditure of our 88th Division. It is not much, only 100 yuan. The purpose of our coming here today is to recruit soldiers, but it is not to give
We recruit troops ourselves, but recruit regiment members from Qiandeng Town for half a month, with each person receiving two yuan as military pay.
"King this gong, take away two oceans! Ring this gong, and my brother and I will go eat military rations for a few days. Ring this gong, and we will send out guns and bullets and train you. Don't be afraid, there is no need to be afraid, little one
A Japanese gong is not much stronger than a watermelon when hit on the head. As long as you are not afraid, you can defeat them, just like me." Niu Wazi held a gong in his left hand and beat his chest loudly with his right hand. Niu Wazi had a tattoo on his right arm.
A long scar made the people who looked at him feel at ease. After all, this was Qiu Ba who had fought against the Japanese head-on, although his body looked a bit thin.
Silence, deathly silence, statue-like fighting force in Tangcheng at the street corner was a little disappointed. I thought that after Liu Yangyang shouted out the words, someone among the hundreds of people gathered at the street corner would take the initiative to stand up and respond.
, but what people answered them was silence and dodging. He stretched out his hand to hold down Niu Wazi who wanted to scold him. Tang Cheng slowly raised his head and revealed the young face hidden under the helmet, "I'm entering the second year."
I was once temporarily recruited into a miscellaneous company to snipe an entire squad of Japanese soldiers. I was still a student at that time, and the miscellaneous company I was in didn't even have a serious number. "
The crowd gathered at the street entrance didn't know what Tang Cheng meant by these words, but looking at Tang Cheng's immature face, everyone couldn't help but look at Tang Cheng. They wanted to hear what Tang Cheng wanted to say. "
We were ordered to hold on to a street corner. I still don’t know what that street corner is called. We had no backup, no supplies, and no extra ammunition. We held there for two days. After two days, I was the only one left alive, but we
We also wiped out the Japanese team that faced us at that street corner. Now the Japanese are coming, and they are coming to your Qiandeng Town. What are you waiting for? You have to wait for the Japanese bayonets to pierce your bodies.
Will you wake up when you are here?"
Silence, still silence, Tang Cheng couldn't help but turn around and look around. The people he glanced at all backed away slightly. No one dared to look at Tang Cheng, even just for a glance. Tang Cheng beat his chest hard and lowered his head.
He murmured to himself, "I also shed blood, but not my courage. I hope you will do the same." As soon as Tang Cheng finished speaking, the gong carried by Niu Wazi behind him was struck, and Tang Cheng was pleasantly surprised.
Looking back, a man with a disheveled face was standing next to Niu Wazi with a gong mallet and asked stupidly, "Master, is it true that you can get two yuan of military pay in half a month?"
Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as there is the first one, there will be second, third or even more followers. The gong in Niu Wazi's hand was beaten again, and the stone street of Qiandeng Town looked bright for the first time in half a month.
There was some joy. Listening to the gong being struck more and more times, moisture began to appear in Tang Cheng's eyes. This was the third time he had such a reaction since Robert left him. The last time Tang Cheng shed tears was on the street.
When the veterans on the battlefield rushed towards the Japanese soldiers with grenades in their hands.
"Fifty, I only want 50, and I will give you military pay now." There are more people beating gongs, and Liu Yangyang has a choice. Those who are short will not be accepted, those who are thin will not be accepted, and those who look evil will not be accepted.
, Liu Yangyang was completely following the rules of the 88th Division's recruitment process when selecting regiment members, because he already had an idea in mind. Maybe after the 88th Division withdrew to Qiandeng Town, the Second Company could directly recruit these guys, and those
Compared with the strong men who were captured by force, these guys looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Almost all the people who crowded around Niu Wazi to ring the gong were refugees from Shanghai. This made the locals in Qiandeng Town very embarrassed, but the merchants on the stone street quickly collected a few hundred yuan and gave them away.
Come here. "Master Jun, this is for us merchants in Qiandeng Town to be more considerate. We are not good at fighting, but we can provide money and food. We can't let you go to war hungry. We don't have much money. I hope you will do it, Master Jun."
I can accept it." The leader of the grain store owner made a passionate speech in front of Liu Yangyang, so that Liu Yangyang had to accept the big ocean.
"Since it is what the people of Qiandeng Town want, we will accept it, Niu Wazi, and give each person three more yuan, and bring a few brothers to move the guns here, and we will fire them right away."
Seeing that the silver dollars in the rattan box had reached the bottom, the ocean sent by the merchants came to the rescue. Liu Yangyang, who was in a good mood, waved his hand and prepared to fire on the spot. Anyway, the second company now had rifles that no one was using, and the bullets were not available.
It's quite sufficient.
The 50 new recruits with their tall and concave waists lined up, with newly issued Mauser rifles slung on their shoulders, and 40 rounds of rifle ammunition for each person were also bulging into bullet bags, and then they followed Niu Wazi kicking and kicking.
As he left the cobblestone street with uneven steps, Niu Wazi turned around and shouted to the rookies forcefully, "From today on, you are soldiers of the 88th Division reserve team. If you see someone wearing yellow skin, don't call him a soldier."
You have to call me brother. The thing I just issued to you is not called a gun, and the thing on your head is not called a head, it is called a six and a half pound. If people ask you which part you are in, just say you are in the 88th Division Reserve.