Yuesong rode ahead, exited the city from the west gate, and walked for more than 20 minutes toward the temporary station of the special forces. He was about to reach the small stone pond where Shaoqiu and Jiduo killed the Japanese.
Yuesong stopped his horse, turned around and said, "Minghe, take them both. First go to Xiaoshitan to change clothes, take the hidden things, and then go back and report to Brother Chao."
"Captain, aren't you going back?" Minghe asked.
"Who said I won't go back? The food hasn't been found yet. I'll go do some reconnaissance and go back before dark." After Yuesong finished speaking, he whipped a whip on the horse's butt, and the tall horse galloped away with Yuesong on its back.
"What evil happened to this boy today? His face changed faster than the weather in July or August." Ming He complained.
"Brother Minghe, us?" Shaoqiu asked.
"What's wrong with us? Follow the captain's orders and let's go."
"Oh." So the two little devils followed a strong man from the village and went upstream along the stream.
I stayed in the woods every day, marched, ate and slept in the woods. My whole body was damp, and I had several small pimples on my head. I was also depressed and panicked. I had just been inflicted by Yingzi in front of the Japanese and brothers.
It was so embarrassing that Yuesong felt like he was going to explode.
"Drive, drive, drive." Yuesong kept swinging the whip and spanking the horse's butt. The tall horse hadn't run so happily for a long time. Unexpectedly, the tall horse and Yuesong were very good-tempered these days.
, one was willing to suffer, and the two abused boys were running wildly on a dirt road that was not very spacious.
Suddenly a thunderstorm started, and after the rumble of thunder, it began to rain heavily. In front of the unruly Yuesong and the tall horse, this little rain was nothing, it could only be like the lubricant of the machine.
, making the machine run more smoothly. In this way, the happy moon pine and the cheerful tall horse ran even more happily in the heavy rain.
Not long after, the heavy rain stopped, and the weather became cooler. Yuesong tightened the reins fiercely, and the tall horse neighed, reluctantly stopped, and snorted "puff, puff, puff".
The strong front hooves in front were still tapping on the ground.
Yuesong jumped off the horse, stretched out his hand to touch the horse's neck, and comforted him in Japanese: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, have a cigarette before leaving."
Yuesong led the big horse to an osmanthus tree by the roadside, tied the reins of the horse, found a stone to sit on, lit a lighter, lit a small Japanese cherry blossom cigarette, took two puffs, and felt the stasis in his heart.
The depression finally got some vent.
Smoke rings, smoke rings, strings of smoke rings were spit out by Yuesong, slowly rising in the sweet air, and gradually dissipating. Hum, play with me, just these smoke rings, this technology
, How many of you dare to compare with me? Old Watanabe can't do it, old Stilwell can't do it regardless of what cigars you smoke, and Malaysia, your former Japanese master must not be able to do it either. Let's do this, from now on you just follow me.
Luo Yuesong was relieved. Well, let me give you a name. By the way, you have to learn to understand Chinese in the future. What you say is bullshit. Look at the signs all over the street in Little Japan. Apart from Chinese characters, they are just some crooked characters.
Jiujiu doesn't look like human handwriting. Even your Ministry of Foreign Affairs and other provinces and provinces are all Chinese characters, right? By the way, just call it Laifu, Laifu, Laifu, if you still
Live, I will find you a wife, and let your wife give you a lot of children and annoy you to death, so that you will not follow me around every day and call me "Master, Master" to annoy me, Yue
Thinking of this, Song dropped the cigarette butt and his eyes became moist.
Yuesong stood up, walked to Dama, and said: "From now on, learn to listen to Chinese and listen to Xiaogan's words, and you can call me Laifu, Laifu, Laifu."
"Pu Chi Pu Chi", Laifu snorted and kicked his front hooves, as if he understood and liked it.
In this world, feelings are the most precious wealth. The kindness of parents, the affection of wife and children, the friendship of brothers, and the nostalgia of fellow villagers are all the things that should be cherished most in a person's life. It is a pity for those arrogant militarists in Japan.
I don’t understand. If we occupy the whole of China in three months, isn’t that just a fool’s errand? Even if it isn’t, it’s just a small piece of cake that shakes a big tree.