"Hahaha, Dragon Boat Festival, how did these brothers perform? Hahaha, even I almost believe it."
When Wei Zhengcai left, Lao Hulu laughed so hard that tears came from the corners of his eyes.
It turns out that everything is an act.
Duanwu already knew about Wei Zhengcai's arrival when he met Sun Shiyu and Lao Kan.
Duan Wu guessed that the people Wei Zhengcai brought here were to supervise the battle team. Not only would they not have any effect in fighting, but they would also hold Shang Fang's sword. The command power would not necessarily fall into someone's hands when the time comes.
Dragon Boat Festival cannot allow such a thing to happen, because if the Eighty-eighth Division and the Eighty-seventh Division had such capable people, I am afraid that the Battle of Songhu would not have been fought so passively.
That's why Wei Zhengcai saw Duanwu's impassioned pre-war mobilization as soon as he entered the door, and was frightened away by Duanwu.
"Hmph, these people are not doing their business, they are just doing evil things. Did you see that there is another phone call? They are planning to stay away from us on the south bank!"
Duan Wu patted the phone and was furious.
Lao Hulu also said angrily: "Then I'll throw him down."
"It's not better to throw it down now. Let's put it on the second floor first and let the brothers cook. Everyone has been hungry all day."
"Okay!"
Lao Hulu responded, and was about to move the phone to the second floor, but at this moment, Zhou Dabang, a veteran of the security group, ran in and reported: "Sir, please go out and take a look!"
"how?"
Duanwu frowned, thinking that Wei Zhengcai had left and returned.
But when I went out and took a look, I realized that I was wrong. Outside the courtyard gate of Sihang Warehouse, there was a mountain of materials piled up.
There were more than 50 long and short rifles, machine guns, about 8,000 rounds of bullets, nearly 200 grenades, more than 300 pieces of gold, and dozens of gold and silver jewelry.
At this time, there was no one outside the courtyard gate. Duanwu asked: "Who sent it?"
Zhou Dabang replied: "Just now a group of soldiers and civilians passed by. They heard the military song of the 29th Route Army in the warehouse, and they threw things at the door."
Looking at the supplies on the ground, Duanwu thought for a while. He said to Zhou Dabang: "Find a few brothers and move all the supplies in. When the brothers arrive, share them with the previous ones."
"Sir? Do we really want to separate?"
Zhou Dabang suddenly said this.
"Divide, and we will divide it tonight."
Duanwu ordered him to go down, and then Duzi left alone.
Zhou Dabang hesitated for a moment, but still took the people and moved everything into the warehouse.
Looking at what was in front of them, the soldiers whose faces were covered with mud and sweat showed innocent smiles like children.
They all come from poor backgrounds and really have no resistance to things like money.
Money means life to the poor. Without money, they can't afford food. Without money, they can't afford medical treatment. Without money, they can only beg on the streets.
Therefore, when a person is in a state of poverty for a long time, things like ideals and integrity will gradually leave them.
But for some unknown reason, there was something a little strange in their hearts at this moment. While they were happy, something seemed to be suppressing their joy.
But they couldn't stop because everyone was laughing.
Duanwu was also laughing, and motioned to Lao Hulu: "Divide these oceans equally. The officer will take an extra ocean, and I will ask Wei Zhengcai to send the money directly to everyone's homes."
"good!"
Lao Gourd was very happy, but when he picked up the ocean and was about to share it with everyone, his body suddenly froze.
Lao Hulu slowly turned around and said with a slightly frightened expression: "Dragon Boat Festival? You really want to defend Sihang Warehouse, right? Is this, these, the life money of brothers?"
When he said this, Lao Hulu's hands kept shaking.
At the same time, others also looked at Dragon Boat Festival with fearful eyes.
Duanwu showed a warm smile and denied: "What, everyone is overthinking. It is inconvenient to carry money with you. And the kid will come at any time. Who can guarantee that you will still be alive tomorrow? While we still have this condition,
Wouldn’t it be nice to send money home?”
Dragon Boat Festival asked back, and everyone suddenly realized it, and then they scolded Lao Gourd for scaring people to death. It was pure nonsense.
Some people followed and started to throw things in their hands.
Depression and fear left them again. Some of them just stayed here for two days, then left this ghost place and went home to live their own lives.
I don’t know why, but they believe in the Dragon Boat Festival. Maybe it’s because the Dragon Boat Festival is just a third-rate troop in the local army.
This kind of troops has nothing to do with the word "hero", so they don't believe that Duan Wu really dares to stay and fight to the death with the Japs.
They gathered on the roof of Sihang Warehouse with their meals in hand. While eating, they watched the familiar song "Zou Maicheng" being sung on the stage in Nan'an.
They didn't know why and were still laughing. But only Duanwu knew that the people were completely disappointed with the Central Army and they were using this song to mock the Central Army's retreat.
"The sword is as bright as frost and the horse is as fast as flying. I ride alone and rush through the Changban siege..."
Dragon Boat Festival suddenly stood up and started singing. Although the tone was indeed a bit unsatisfactory, it was sonorous and powerful.
The soldiers raised their heads to look at the Dragon Boat Festival, their pride arose spontaneously in their hearts, and they actually started singing along.
The loud sound of the opera spread to the south bank. Passers-by heard it and looked up at the roof of Sihang Warehouse.
A little girl pointed to the four-row warehouse that looked like a sleeping beast, and said in a childish voice: "Mom, there is someone on the top of that building."
The mother looked along her daughter's fingertips with a smile on her face: "That's where the military uncles are guarding. As long as they are there, we will be safe."
"Um!"
The little girl nodded fiercely and continued to look up at the figure on the top of the building that could not be seen clearly, and the tune that she could not understand.
At the same time, more and more people were watching.
"Look, they're not gone, they're still here!"
"Well done, they are great!"
"Brothers, you sing well! Well done!..."
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Among the onlookers, some were delighted, and some wanted to shout a few cheers to the Sihang Warehouse on the north bank.
Dragon Boat Festival and others opened their voices more and more and sang "Changbanpo".
On the stage on the north bank, everyone stopped when they heard Chang Banpo's lyrics. They looked at the south bank together and actually smiled knowingly.
The old master said: "Since people like to listen to Changbanpo, then from now on, we will sing Changbanpo every day."
The young apprentice asked: "How long will it take to sing?"
The old master sighed and said, "Sing until there is no one in the building opposite."
In other words, even an actor understood at this time that such an army would not be able to hold on for long.
Because just imagine, if more than 700,000 regular troops cannot win a battle, how can a mere 100 local troops win?
But at the same time, they are also looking forward to a miracle! ...