When a strange sound came from the cell, Lao Xu opened his eyes.
He smelled a smell, which was the aroma of cooked rice when it was just taken out of the pot.
Lao Xu quickly propped up his body with his elbows, and looked over at the scent despite the pain all over his body. On the straw mat he was lying on, there was a steaming steamed bun.
Who still had time to think about it at this time, Xu Ruifeng grabbed the steamed bun and took a big bite.
When the big grains of whole grains slid down his throat, Xu Ruifeng almost coughed without choking, but he still didn't want to spit it out, so he closed his mouth and swallowed hard.
Bang.
The pickle dumplings were cut into strips and mixed with corn noodles and steamed into the steamed buns. It was fragrant and flavorful. It was more enjoyable to bite than any noodles that Xu had ever eaten, especially the moment he bit into the pickle strips.
"Eat slowly. The Japanese soldiers on duty have gone to the toilet. There is no one here now. Don't worry."
The man who spoke, Lao Xu, had met him before. It was he who stuffed a water pipe into the cell.
Looking at it now, he was already standing outside the cell with a mop in his hand. The gray beard on his face covered his mouth. At first glance, he looked like a rough man who never woke up to take care of himself.
Seeing this, Xu Ruifeng also touched his mouth, which was also covered in stubble.
"You always?"
Xu Ruifeng retained the minimum courtesy before confirming that the person in front of him was a Japanese chess piece.
"I'm just here to ask you a question. Do you want to save Wen Wan?"
The exact news of Wen Wan's arrest was brought in by this old man. Today, he opened his mouth and asked if he wanted to save people. You are always reincarnated as Daluo Jinxian, and you are not that capable, right? Even the Emperor of Japan wants to release a person with confirmed identity from the cell.
If you are a member of the Red Party, then you have to call it "pardon". You, a Chinese, just want to save me?
Xu Ruifeng didn't think about it anymore. This must be a trap set by the Japanese. As long as you answer the question, your next question will be: "Then do you have to give me something in exchange?"
These are all Xiao Jiujiu.
Xu Ruifeng deliberately teased him and said, "Why don't you want to!"
At this moment, the sound of the door was heard, and the footsteps of three or four people came from far away. Before the footsteps came closer, a series of questions in Japanese reached Xu Ruifeng's ears.
"Major Miki asked me to ask you, who gave you the courage to contact prisoners privately!"
Old Xu was very happy, it seemed that this was still a big show.
The old man quickly bowed and pointed toward the cell: "Taijun, I didn't touch the prisoner, it was him!"
Xu Ruifeng smiled even happier and said in his heart: "Play, you continue to play!"
The translator who walked in immediately put a gun to the back of the old man's head and stood at the door of the cell, bending over and pouting. Miki asked at this time: "What did he ask you to do?" While speaking, he looked into the cell.
One glance.
"Taijun, he asked me to bring a message to Zhang Ziqiang, the coachman at Ruixiang Car Shop."
Ruixiang Automobile Dealers?
Lao Xu was very sure that he did not know this car dealership, let alone Zhang Ziqiang.
"He asked me to bring a message to Zhang Ziqiang, 'Wen Wan has been arrested. Everyone must hide their identities and wait peacefully for the day when the city gates of Northern Manchuria are opened.'"
"idiot!"
When we got here, Xu Ruifeng really couldn't understand. What kind of trick is this?
"Mr. Xu, have you said this?"
Faced with Miki's inquiry, if he didn't answer, he would probably be pulled out for interrogation; but what if he did? Anyway, you acted in the play and decided the relationship between the characters. You can really give
Bring back a red party member?
That is impossible!
"said."
Xu Ruifeng responded with a smirk.
Sanmu's face was red with anger outside the door. He looked at Xu Ruifeng and said, "Xu Sang, you have no credibility."
After that, he pointed at Lao Yu and said, "You are not allowed to leave!"
Lao Yu pretended to be alarmed and quickly defended: "Taijun, I am loyal!"
Xu Ruifeng dug out half of the steamed bun, chewed it and said to himself, "What are you doing all this?"
The steamed bun went into his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. What would the Japanese get after this drama was played out?
…
People began to gather on the streets of Beiman. This was not because the Japanese had opened the closed city gates, but because if the people did not come out, their days would be almost impossible. At this time, every household was poor and had little food for the night. If they did not earn some grain to chew,
What will the family eat? How will they celebrate the New Year?
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the small year.
People say that New Year is here and they set off firecrackers, but on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month of this year, there was no sound of firecrackers in the whole of North Manchuria. Even the common people walking on the streets went into the alleys when they saw the Japanese soldiers patrolling, and only in secluded corners
, only then dared to ask an acquaintance: "Is there any soy sauce?"
"There is no soy sauce, but there is garlic. What do you have?"
"I just want a pickled cabbage."
It is hard to imagine that the people of North Manchuria at that time were so frightened by the Japanese that they did not even dare to conduct normal transactions openly, for fear that these crazy little devils would be arrested if something went wrong.
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Interestingly, eighty years later, eating melon has become a fashion.
Ruixiang Automobile Dealers.
The owner was a man who came here from the customs to escape disaster when Feng Jun was still in trouble. Since he was not short of money, he opened a car dealership like this to avoid having nothing to do. Those who come here to rent cars are all poor people who want cheap cars.
, but Japan is such a closed city, rich people don’t dare to go out, who still takes the car?
Therefore, while the yard of the car dealership was full of cars, several homeless carmen gathered around the chessboard to play chess to relieve their boredom.
Only Zhang Ziqiang was drinking while leaning on the rickshaw with a gourd in his hand.
"Hey, how long do you think the city will be closed for? I have enough money in my pocket to spend it. If I don't let the car out, I won't even be able to eat corn and noodles tomorrow."
"Who is rich? Have you ever seen anyone from a wealthy family get in and pull a cart?"
"You don't have money, so aren't there people who have money? Zhang Ziqiang drinks every day these days, and he's very happy."
While we were chatting here, the owner of the car dealership came out angrily, holding a hatchet that he usually used for chopping wood. He stood in the yard and cursed: "Who among you bastards stole my wine?"
"who!"
Suddenly, everyone turned to look at Zhang Ziqiang.
I saw Zhang Ziqiang's face was red, he turned around and smiled stupidly at the owner of the car dealership. Without saying a word, he raised the gourd, opened his mouth wide, poured the last sip of wine into his throat, smacked the taste and said "ah"
, and ignored him.
"Zhang Ziqiang!"
The boss was about to rush over with the knife in his hand, but before he could even take two steps forward - ugh.
The door of the garage was kicked open, and a group of Japanese soldiers came in with guns in hand. Each one held their guns and aimed them at everyone in the yard.
The next second, Miki walked in with a cold face.
"Who is Zhang Ziqiang!"
The translator stood in the courtyard and started shouting. When the owner of the car dealership looked at Zhang Ziqiang who was sitting on the foreign cart carrying a gourd, he asked, "Taijun, what's going on?"
"What's wrong?"
"Catch this person!"
"Everyone in the courtyard is detained."
A group of coachmen asked: "Why?"
"Why are you having an affair with the Red Party!!"
Fornication... Red Party?
Everyone was dumbfounded. Only Zhang Ziqiang stood up staggeringly and stood up. When he got near the Japanese soldiers, he raised his hands. While being handcuffed, he turned around and apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry, buddy."
The Red Party has delayed everyone."
He even had time to make a wisecrack.
Since Zhang Ziqiang did not resist, the Japanese did not search him so carefully and dragged him away with his arms raised.
As soon as he finished speaking, these Japanese soldiers and others walked out. Miki stood in the courtyard and asked: "Where does he live? Who is closest to him?"
No one in this courtyard dares to speak, they have all become mute.
Zhang Ziqiang stepped out of the room. Seeing no one around, he glanced at the Japanese soldier who didn't care. He took advantage of the Japanese soldier's surprise and touched his arms. He quickly unscrewed the lower cover with a grenade and pulled it open.
string.
Bah...
Smoke rises from the base of the grenade.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
…
Wafangdian.
Lu Xiang, who was sitting by the stove with the "Manchuria Daily" in his hand, was shocked by the loud noise and stopped moving. Even though the dust on the roof fell, he still didn't look out the window.
The "Manchuria Daily" read: "Today, our imperial army carried out a large-scale sweep of the Manchurian mountainous areas and annihilated a total of 216 anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements. At their stronghold, it was found that there was no food at all in the house, except for a few from the mountains and forests.
Apart from the prey that had been hunted during the period, there was only boiling water made from snow that was burning on the stove."
"The anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese elements have reached the stage of exhaustion, and the imperial army will be able to completely annihilate them in one go."
Lu Xiang shook the newspaper in his hand, and when the dust fell, he said: "I will be next."
Xiao Wuzi stretched out his hand to stop him: "Brother, dear brother, I'll come. I don't want to be the last one to leave alone."
