Luo Fugui turned his head quietly and saw Hu Yi, Ma Liang and Su Qing still standing beside the wounded Japanese soldier, arguing fiercely about something. He glanced at Liu Jianqiang and found that he had not moved and was still basking in the sun in a daze. Only the little girl, with her pigtails sticking up, was running around nearby, busy and having a lot of fun. Luo Fugui finally put his mind at ease and continued to search the body carefully.
He opened his jacket pocket and pulled out a light green book, which should be an ID card. In case there was something valuable inside, Luo Fugui opened it and, as expected, something slipped out. Curiously, he stretched out his rough black hand, picked it up and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and muttered, "Fuck you! How can it be so realistic?" Then he threw it away. A man, a woman, a child; a black and white photo with blood staining the edges, fluttering and falling in the wind.
Reaching into his lower pocket, he pulled out a small, round oil-paper box, which made Luo Fugui a little happy. What is this? Is it edible? When he opened the lid, a strange smell came out. Curiously, he picked up a little with his fingers and put it in his mouth, smacking it. Pah, pah, pah… The little girl happened to be walking by him with a bulging shoulder bag. She glanced at him, then said without turning her head, "That's right! That's shoe polish."
Luo Fugui threw the paper box away, wiped his mouth with his dirty black sleeve, and reached into the trouser pocket of the corpse. He finally smiled. It was money. But when he pulled it out and looked at it in front of his eyes, he was confused again. Among the colorful bills, he only recognized one French currency. What were the others
Although the mountainous area is relatively backward and remote, the legal tender issued by the Republic of China government was circulated a few years ago to replace the dollar bills, so Luo Fugui naturally recognized the legal tender. This paper money was not as solid as the dollar bills, nor as expensive as the dollar bills, but it was still money. Luo Fugui carefully put away the legal tender bills, holding the unfamiliar paper bills in his hand, and approached Xiao Hongying, who was also searching for corpses.
"Hey, girl, I haven't seen these before. Take a look, is this money?"
Xiao Hongying took it in her hand, pretended to hold it up and down, stared at it for a long time with her big eyes, then stuffed it back to Luo Fugui, saying, "I don't know!" and went on with her own business.
Different from Luo Fugui's hobbies, the little girl likes all kinds of ammunition and some strange things. In front of her is the body of the Japanese medical soldier. She picked up the Japanese medical soldier's small medicine box, opened it and took a look, then closed it. She was very happy. This time, the two sisters in the medical team will owe me a big favor, hehehe.
The two pigtails swung proudly, and then stopped inadvertently. She found that the body was carrying an inconspicuous small bag, which was pressed down. She stretched out her little hand and turned the body over with great effort. She pinched the bag with her little hand, and found it was soft and hard. She didn't know what was in the bag. So she opened the bag directly and pulled out the things inside. The little girl was stunned for a moment. What was this
Two round lenses are tightly mounted on a piece of yellow-green leather, surrounded by several delicate canvas ties. The lower end of the leather is connected to a wrinkled rubber tube, and the other end is connected to a green iron box.
At this moment, Xiao Hongying's childish nature was finally aroused. She no longer cared about other things, and put all her thoughts on this. The lens is transparent. It is interesting to hold it up to your eyes and look around. After fiddling with it for a while, I finally figured it out. This is a mask! Why did the Japanese bring a child's toy? This mask is so well made. You will definitely look like a ghost when you put it on. How beautiful! So beautiful! Isn't this exactly the style I like! I have found a good treasure today! Then I put it on my face, put the canvas straps behind my head, and tied it tightly. The small braids can stick out freely in the gap. This should be specially prepared for girls, haha! It seems that it is a bit troublesome to breathe, which is not very good. I just wear it for fun.
Luo Fugui was concentrating on the object in his hand when he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder. He hurriedly clenched his hands and put them under his lapel. He turned his head and said, "Oh my grandma!" He was so scared that he fell down.
The two big glass eyes of the dripping round thing were black holes on a weird donkey face, and there was a tube in front of the mouth. If it weren't for the two pigtails on both sides, I would really think it was a ghost. "You, you wicked child, what the hell is this?"
Chuckling... The little girl behind the mask even had a dull laugh. She was very satisfied with the effect: "Mule, what do you think? Do I look good?"
Does it look good? Luo Fugui thought to himself, you should ask me if it looks ugly or not? Your taste is really different, isn't it? "What the hell does it look good! You are ugly enough already, and if you put on this, you won't be able to get married in the future! Get out of here quickly, don't delay me from doing my work!" Luo Fugui said this in a whining tone, and then ignored her.
Ma Liang still had one foot on the wounded Japanese soldier's chest, the bayonet still pointed, and sweat all over his forehead. He had been standing in this position for a long time, and his arms and legs were sore and numb. He turned around and called Hu Yi, saying that there was a living person, and then Hu Yi came over, and Su Qing happened to be here too, so Ma Liang became the unlucky clay Buddha and never moved again. At this moment, Ma Liang was regretting in his heart. If he had been ruthless and decisive at the beginning, why did he have to suffer now!
Hu Yi said to Ma Liang with a dark face: "No prisoners are taken under the guns of the Ninth Squad! Follow the order!"
Su Qing said to Ma Liang with a cold face: "You are a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, not an executioner! Put down your gun!"
Ma Liang was trapped between two people and yelled at for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it and raised his aggrieved face: "Brother, sister, you are both right... I, I... I was wrong!"
When Hu Yi saw Ma Liang's posture, he knew he could not be relied on, so he kicked the stammering Ma Liang away and said, "Waste! Get out of the way!" Then he raised his bayonet and pointed it at the Japs.
"You dare!" When Su Qing saw Hu Yi was going to kill the prisoners, she immediately pulled out the Mauser pistol that Hu Yi had given her and said coldly, "Don't forget, I'm a political cadre! I have the authority to enforce military law!"
Hu Yi looked at the beautiful Binghan in front of him, unmoved, and said to Su Qing expressionlessly: "Just shoot!" Then he raised his bayonet high towards the Japanese on the ground.
It is difficult to capture Japanese prisoners. People often say that the Japanese attach great importance to the integrity of soldiers and would rather die than surrender, so they cannot be captured; in fact, this is not entirely true, and there are more reasons than this. First of all, the Japanese are often the attacking party. As we are defending or retreating, we have little chance to capture prisoners. Secondly, and most importantly, our grassroots officers and soldiers are unwilling to capture them. They don’t have so much time to care about the political significance; the Japanese have caused our lives to be charred, and our country has been destroyed and our families have been ruined. I wish I could eat their flesh and drink their blood. Why should I live? I wish they would die! Although the superiors have repeatedly requested and emphasized, the battles are still carried out by grassroots officers and soldiers. Those who can be kept alive are killed directly. Afterwards, they report that the Japanese are stubborn and refuse to surrender, sacrificing the spirit of Bushido. What can the superiors do
Su Qing also hated the devils. Just last night, the screams of the innocent villagers in Shuxia Village were still ringing in her ears. But Su Qing was a political worker. Capturing the devil prisoners was of great significance, so she forced herself to let go of her hatred and treat the matter at hand as a job. Su Qing also knew that Hu Yi's words were not just casual talk. He had fought the devils to the death in the smoke of war. In front of the devils, he was a real devil and he would do what he said.
Should I really shoot him? Even if I hated him, I couldn't shoot him just to save the devil's life, right? Su Qing asked herself that she couldn't do it. However, the bayonet was already raised, and if she didn't stop it, she would have no chance. So without thinking too much, she made up her mind, bent her body, and rushed towards Hu Yi.
Hu Yi had just raised his bayonet when he saw Su Qing rushing towards him fiercely. He was stunned for a moment and quickly threw the rifle in his hand to the side, fearing that the hard gun body would hurt Su Qing. He did not dare to dodge for fear that Su Qing would fall.
Bang—thump—
As a result, Hu Yi was hit hard and fell down. His back hit the ground hard, and he was dizzy because he had to bear the weight of two people.
Hu Yi opened his eyes when he felt a pair of soft and full rise and fall on his chest; up close, he saw a beautiful, fair face; the black hair flowed down like a waterfall, touching Hu Yi's cheeks; a fragrant scent of the opposite sex filled Hu Yi's nose; a pair of panicked and helpless black pupils within reach instantly gripped Hu Yi's heart.
Who is the prisoner? I am the prisoner! Hu Yi looked at the stunned woman in front of his chest and said helplessly: "Okay, you win!"...