The Lee-Enfield rifle was made in Britain and is called the British 77 rifle by Chinese people. This type of rifle is rare, and its caliber is a unique 7.7 mm, so there is a limited source of bullets. The 9th Company considered standardization and replenishability and gave this rifle to the militia. In the militia, this rifle became a hot item, not only because the rifle was short and compact and easy to use, but also because the rifle had a capacity of ten rounds. More importantly, this gun did not use reloaded ammunition, because it was not 792.
In the end, this British Type 77 rifle fell into the hands of Fan Erniu. After being trained by the 9th Company for so long, the militia finally produced a few decent members. Fan Erniu was the best, so this British Type 77 became hers, and she also became the current deputy captain of the militia, with Sun Cui as the captain.
At the beginning of this year, Old Man Fan passed away, after which Fan Erniu moved into Sun Cui's wooden house. In Jiuzhan Village, she and Sun Cui had the most compatible personalities. Although they had very different personalities, they became sisters for no reason.
It was very hot outside, but at least there was some shade in the wooden house. Fan Erniu sat on a small stool while Sun Cui helped her braid her long hair behind her. She also hung a black mourning cloth on her left arm.
"Erniu, you really don't regret it? This is a lifetime!"
"What is there to regret? He saved me and my father. My father promised me to him, and I agreed to marry him. It's fate! Sister Sun, please stop nagging about this! Hey, how did you know Gao Yidao would come?"
"I guessed."
"Everyone says that what I'm doing is impossible, so how can you be sure that it can be accomplished?"
"You shouldn't have counted on Lao Qin from the beginning. He looks easy to bully, and he's hiding from you. In fact, he's delaying on purpose, waiting for this period of time to pass, when everyone is no longer sad and the matter is over. He's very smart. The political commissar is not in the regiment right now, and Gao Yidao is anxious to establish his authority in the Ninth Company. He wants to take advantage of the chaos, and so should you. Make it a done deal before the political commissar comes back. No one can say anything about this to you, whether it's legal or not."
"I don't believe you're just guessing! I can't guess these... Sister Sun, why... are you also wearing mourning clothes?"
After finishing the long braid and tying the hairband, Sun Cui sighed sadly, "Because he is the head of the family, he is the man. I am not afraid of people pointing fingers at me, and neither is he."
Fan Erniu couldn't help but turn her head and stare at Sun Cui: "Oh my God! So you and Captain Hu..."
"Don't talk nonsense! It's not what you think!"
Fan Erniu was even more confused, but Sun Cui didn't say anything more. She waved her hand, stood up and walked out the door, her back looking lonely in the sunlight.
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Instructor Qin and Captain Wang were cooking together, but Captain Gao got involved and everything went wrong!
They had to eat it even if it was burnt. Two company commanders and an instructor sat around the broken table in Qin You's small room, all with black lips, unable to swallow.
Qin You was angry, Wang Peng sighed, and Gao Yidao stared at Wang Peng endlessly.
"Captain Gao, could you please stop looking at me? How can I eat this?"
"I wonder, too, how can you have the nerve to eat it?"
"What should I be embarrassed about?"
"This is our group! Do you look like a guest?"
"Who said I was a guest? I'm much closer to the Ninth Company than you are!"
"Are you not afraid of spraining your tongue?"
Wang Peng put his chopsticks on the table and said, "When the Ninth Company was short of men, when did I not help? I have put a whole platoon of soldiers here, what do you say?"
"Come on, you are sending new recruits here, right? Sending this platoon is not as good as sending a general to the Ninth Company! Who is close to you and who is distant?"
"Oh my God, the Ninth Company and your Second Company have fought over each other and you still call them relatives? And your regiment, Lao Qin used to be in our regiment! Is he a senior enough general? Am I Lao Qin's in-law?"
Gao Yidao was choked by Wang Peng and his lungs hurt. He simply slammed the table and said, "A married woman is like spilled water! Now that she is a widow, she is still a member of the in-laws' family! This is our family affair, it is not your turn to interfere!"
Qin You almost cried when he heard this. He even called his instructor a widow. If the two of them continued to talk about this, the table would be overturned. He had no choice but to put down his bowl and wipe his mouth helplessly: "Ahem... There are always gossips about widows. Could you two keep your voices down? My late husband's body is still warm. Can you please consider my reputation?"
Then it became quiet, and then the sound of chopsticks picking up rice continued, and the three of them started eating with their mouths full of dirt.
After a while, Qin You suddenly asked Gao Yidao: "Fan Erniu wants to marry Luo Fugui in a ghost marriage? It was you who made the decision?"
"Uh... yeah!"
"Aren't you ruining her life?"
Gao Yidao burped, raised his head and glared, "Does she need someone to ruin her life? Even if she doesn't marry a ghost, then tell me who else she can marry?"
Qin You was dumbfounded, and the food in Wang Peng's mouth sprayed all over the table. No one had to force themselves to eat this burnt meal anymore.
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Because the escape plan was betrayed, the concentration camp reorganized the patrols and Luo Fugui was moved to solitary confinement, leaving him no chance to escape again.
What puzzled Luo Fugui was that he still hadn't been brought to trial. Normally, his attempt to escape from prison was enough to get him into trouble, at least he should have been whipped half to death, but no one came to punish him.
Now the cell door was finally opened, and two Japanese military police came in and pulled him. Luo Fugui began to be confused, not knowing whether they were going to be interrogated or executed. People were executed every day in this concentration camp, which made Luo Fugui feel weak in the legs. This feeling was different from being in the hail of bullets. On the battlefield, he could still silently recite the Buddha's name in his heart, but it was useless here. If it weren't for the Japanese who were pulling him, he might have begged for mercy.
Luo Fugui was not afraid of losing face, especially now he was a "special forces soldier". However, he could not beg for mercy in front of the Japanese. There was no reason, he just couldn't do it instinctively. He couldn't open his mouth. He just suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, he couldn't see clearly, he felt dizzy and nauseous, and he staggered.
"Hurry up! I'm talking to you!"
This voice sounded like thunder in Hun Dun's mind. His vision became clearer. In front of him was... a dark hole... the back of a truck! The guards guarding the truck were urging him on.
I felt the environment suddenly become clear, the sunlight, the dried blood on the playground, at that moment, even the gendarmes' bayonets looked so soft. For the first time in my life, I felt the freshness of the air and I wanted to breathe it in big gulps.
Bang! The heavy trunk was lifted and fastened by the military police behind the car. Then a whistle was heard and Luo Fugui, who was sitting on the floor of the car, suddenly felt a shake. The scenery behind the car began to move away and the gate of the concentration camp soon appeared in the field of vision behind the car and moved away, getting smaller and smaller.
"Are you laughing?" whispered another prisoner as he was jolted in the car.
"Grandma... This is my first time riding in a car! Can I move a little further back? I can't see clearly from here!"
The escorting guard in the car was speechless and put down his baton. This guy was the only one who could smile after getting on the car. He was too lazy to beat him and gave him a verbal warning instead: "Shut up! Be quiet!"
The motorcycle in front led the way, the motorcycle in the back followed, and the truck bumped along the road to the north, eventually disappearing into the horizon where green meets blue…