The War of Resistance

"Fu Shunzi!" Old Mao Wang shouted, and the soldiers around him all looked at him in surprise.

Old Mao Wang was stunned for a moment, then his old face blushed, and immediately became depressed.

Only then did he realize that Li Fushun was dead.

Although he did not see how Li Fushun died, Shang Zhen told him that his third brother Li Fushun was killed by a Japanese bomber, and he was not even buried at that time.

When Wang Laomao heard Shang Zhen talk about Li Fushun's death, he didn't speak for a long time, and finally sighed, "It's good to die, it's all over, and you don't have to worry about human affairs anymore."

That's what he said, but at that time even Shang Zhen could feel Wang Laomao's uncontrollable depression from the bottom of his heart.

The morning sun was warm and bright, and shone through the tree gaps on Wang Laomao's face, making his face clear.

He already had forehead lines, and the stubble on his chin was even heavier. If he wasn't wearing a military uniform, his old face would give the impression of an old man who has gone through vicissitudes.

Old Mao Wang took out the pack of cigarettes that Hou Kanshan gave him yesterday from his pocket, took out one and lit it.

He took a deep puff, the bitterness of the tobacco made him feel like he could forget something.

It's just that when he spit out the cloud of smoke and it turned light blue under the sunlight, there seemed to be one familiar face after another in the smoke, and the last one was Li Fushun.

"Forget it." Old Mao Wang said to himself, and then shouted, "Go! Call those students here!"

The reason why Wang Laomao called Li Fushun was because when he was confused about something, he was used to calling Li Fushun to discuss it.

It's just that when he realized that Li Fushun was gone, who did he discuss with when he looked at the people around him again?

Hou Wangshan only knows how to flirt, Chen Hanwen has a sour smell, he is not familiar with Qian Chuaner, the second fool is a fool at first glance, as for Li Fushun's cousin Ma Ganer, forget it.

Now he doesn't even have a person to discuss things with, and he still has to decide what to do at this moment.

Soon those seven students stood in front of Old Mao Wang.

Old Mao Wang's eyes swept over the faces of the seven students, seven immature faces who were a bit embarrassed but still full of vigor.

Wang Laomao only knew that these students were students from Northeastern University in Shenyang. After Shenyang was occupied by the Japanese army, these students were going to pass.

Since Wang Laomao met these students yesterday, they were either fighting the Japanese army or being hunted down by the Japanese army.

And when they were finally safe it was dusk and all were tired, needing water, food and sleep.

But now that all the problems have been solved, some things must be faced eventually.

"Are you still going to pass?" Old Mao Wang asked.

The inside of the pass here of course refers to the Shanhaiguan Pass. The so-called pass through the pass is to leave the Shanhai Pass, and the northeast is also a place outside the pass, that is, the pass.

"Of course I'm going." The male student wearing myopia glasses replied.

Old Mao Wang frowned and asked again, "Are you all going?"

"Go all." This time, Old Mao Wang got a unified answer, regardless of boys or girls, the seven students answered very well.

Old Mao Wang lowered his head and then frowned and remained silent.

"Sir, are you not going? Or should you stay and fight the Japanese invaders?" the male student asked cautiously.

But he didn't get a reply from Mr. Wang, because Mr. Wang was lighting a second cigarette again.

Now that Mr. Wang was talking to these students, the soldiers around him naturally noticed it, and when they saw the student asking this question, they also surrounded him.

What the students asked was exactly what soldiers like Chen Hanwen Hou Kanshan cared about.

Most of the people were looking at Old Mao Wang, only Hou Kanshan looked at the three female students with flickering eyes, especially the most beautiful one.

The reason why Wang Laomao remained silent was also because he couldn't make up his mind, should he stay in the three eastern provinces, or go to the pass with these students to find a large army?

If they stayed, the big cities would be lost, and the arsenal would be gone. I'm afraid this battle would be difficult to fight.

If he went to the pass to find a large army, his own battalion would be wiped out, and the battalion commander Zhang Lianjie was also missing, and he was probably killed in battle.

Just a few of them went to other teams, and they still didn't use them as cannon fodder!

Wang Laomao's pondering naturally threw the problem to the students opposite.

The few students looked at each other, and at this moment the student wearing glasses finally asked in a low voice but firmly: "Sir, I want to know why our troops have to withdraw to the pass?"

"Huh?" Old Mao Wang looked up at the male student.

He saw the stubbornness in the student's eyes through the lens of the student's glasses.

But will Mr. Wang answer their questions? Just like the discussion between him and his soldiers yesterday.

The answer is, that is impossible!

Mr. Wang didn't have a bad feeling for these students, nor did he have a good feeling for them.

He really couldn't figure out why these students ran all the way to the pass, but he didn't want to discuss with these students either. In his mind, he was, you little brat, am I talking to you?

Because of disdain, because of contempt, the male student in front of him who was questioning him and wearing round myopia glasses has already been given a nickname by him—glasses.

So the disdainful Wang Laomao ignored the glasses' questioning, and asked instead: "If you still go to Guannei, Jinzhou has been lost now, and there is no train, so you have to walk, and you may encounter others on the way." Are you not afraid of the Japanese?"

"We are not afraid!" Glasses replied.

The words about the glasses directly aroused the coldness in Wang Laomao's heart.

Fuck, aren't you afraid? Are you not afraid of what you see the Japanese running? And Laozi led people to risk their lives to protect each other? Pretend to be a calf!

At this time, although Old Mao Wang didn't express his opinion, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a smile that was not a smile.

With his expression, anyone who is familiar with him knows that he is laughing at this student in his heart.

It's just that Wang Laomao hadn't finished laughing at the glasses that don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is, and the hair on his mouth hasn't grown fully yet, another student answered the conversation.

"Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, we went to the national crisis together, blood will not be shed, and death will never stop." The student said loudly.

Ok? The few words spoken by this student are very imposing. Although five and a half out of the six soldiers may not understand them, everyone is looking at that guy.

This student was just ordinary-looking, nothing special about him, and he was just an ordinary student uniform. His shoes had "opened his mouth" and the bulge was also torn.

However, compared with the glasses just now, although what he said was full of classical Chinese, it didn't have the sour smell of the glasses, but the most important thing was that the momentum of his speech still shocked Wang Laobao and the others.

"Say it again!" Wang Laomao couldn't help but increase his tone.

"Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, we will go to the country together to face the national calamity, blood will not be shed, and death will not cease!" The student replied loudly again.

This time the student spoke slowly and with a raised tone.

This time, Old Mao Wang and the others did not understand the first sentence "Jiao Jiu Lao Qin", but they understood the last three sentences.

All of a sudden, including Wang Laomao, they all felt a sudden heat on their bodies, it was the feeling of blood pulsating.

But the problem is that after this sentence ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Although Old Mao Wang's face turned slightly red, he didn't say a word.

That student only relied on the enthusiasm of young people to muster up the courage to say it. Seeing that the officer in front of him turned into Xu Shu who had entered Cao Ying again, he didn't know what to do.

"Actually, we are also afraid." This was the third person among the students who spoke.

And the first person who spoke caught Wang Laomao's eyes, because the one who spoke was the best-looking one among the three female students.

"The Japanese invaders are like wolves and tigers, and they lack education. How can we not be afraid?" The girl continued, "But we are even more afraid of staying."

"Why?" At this moment, before Old Mao Wang could speak, Hou Kanshan took up the conversation.

As for why Hou Wangshan wants to grab the talk? But there is only one answer, which is: Oh, man!

"Have you ever seen the Japanese invaders kill our entire village? We wanted to fight the invaders, but we didn't have the skills, and those who could have left, so why did we stay?" the female student asked.

Just one word from this female student was like a large horseshoe needle used to sew grain bags, which was transformed into six small sewing needles by magic. Pricked hard!

Just this sentence is even sharper than the previous sentence "If the blood is not shed, there will be no truce"!

No bloodshed, no truce, that is the mission of a soldier.

But to be honest, if a soldier's sense of honor is a little less, although this sentence can make their blood surge, it's not enough to get on top like a soldier who has drunk too much.

But what is the sentence "all capable people have left"?

This is definitely a heart-breaking language!