Fang Zheng did not expect such a result, and felt slightly disappointed. How can he help the old man complete the task if he doesn't know anything
Huang Xinghua came over at this time. Hearing Huang Zhenhua's words, he guessed what the two of them were talking about, so he said, "My dad doesn't like to talk very much. He keeps everything in mind. Especially this matter, he He never said it. I think he probably wanted to complete this matter himself. Although he didn't say it, we know that he is looking for someone, but who he is looking for... we don't know."
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that's it."
Fang Zheng looked at the old man inside through the window and said, "Can the poor monk go in and take a look?"
Although Fang Zheng acted a little weird, Huang Xinghua was impressed by his several performances, and he didn't seem to have bad intentions for the old man. Otherwise, there was no need to remind them to send the box in before. So, facing this request, Huang Xinghua still nodded.
However, Huang Zhenhua said: "You can go in, but don't disturb my dad's rest."
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Donor, don't worry, the poor monk is just taking a look and will not disturb the benefactor's rest."
The two of them agreed, and Fang Zheng walked into the ward. He was filled with emotion when he saw the old man lying motionless on the bed but staring at the box with his eyes wide open. He couldn't figure out what obsession this old man had with this box. What's more, I can't figure out what this old man has experienced and what he has done, so that he has such huge merits!
The red boy next to him whispered: "Master, if you really want to understand him, why don't you go into his dream and have a look? Although this old man is demented, he is always thinking about things in his mind."
Fang Zheng was stunned, he almost forgot about this! Then Fangzheng's mind moved and he dreamed of Huang Liang!
"One! Two! One!"
"One! Two! One!"
"Brother, why are we practicing this? Can't we just fire the guns?" A small young man complained unhappily while following the troops.
"What do you know? This is called organizational discipline. Don't think so much, just follow it." A slightly taller man next to him said.
Not far away, Fang Zheng and Hong Boy were standing beside the team.
"Master, what are you doing with me, Rumeng?" Honghai'er asked in confusion.
"Let's take a look at it together." Fang Zheng said.
Hong Boy curled his lips and said: "What's so good about them? You can tell by looking at their clothes. They are definitely not powerful people. Forget about the shabby clothes. They are all so thin..."
Fang Zheng knocked Red Boy on the head and said, "However, it is these people who protect the 9.6 million square kilometers of the motherland!"
Hong Hai'er said in surprise: "How is that possible? Those enemies must be rubbish..."
Fang Zheng didn't say anything and said, "Just watch quietly, you will see their enemies."
This is a deep place in the mountains. There are only a few bungalows, and they are all in tatters. The soldiers are not dressed neatly and are a bit messy. But the people's spirits are extremely high, and their eyes are as bright as cold stars. , bright and energetic, as if eagerly anticipating something.
There are only about twenty people in the team in front of me. Standing next to it is an officer wearing light blue and heavily patched clothes who is shouting commands. From time to time, he will say a few words about the purpose of today's training: "You new recruits, You're so unorganized and disciplined. The charge didn't sound. Who told you to charge? Also, Huang Ren, you're so shameless. You skip every lecture!"
"Report!" Huang Ren shouted.
"explain!"
"I'm not running away, but I just can't figure it out. What's the use of doing all this! I'm here to fight the Japanese. Why don't you just give me a gun and that's it?"
"Fire a gun? Just charge blindly like you did before? Why do I give you a gun? Are you going to die?"
"I'm not afraid of death! My mother said when I came out, it's not the children of the Xiang family who are afraid of death! If you're afraid of death, don't join the army! As long as you beat away the Japanese, you'll die. I'm not afraid!"
"Hey, you brat, you're quite good at talking. But what I want to tell you is that I asked you to be a soldier to kill the Japanese, not to die! Your lives are precious, and I want you to Stay alive, and keep living. Only by living can you kill more enemies! Do you understand?" the political commissar said.
"I understand!" Huang Ren shouted.
"Chen Dashan!" said the political commissar.
"Here we come!" The tall man standing next to Huang Ren shouted with his head held high. It was obvious that he was far more like a soldier than Huang Ren.
The political commissar said: "You have been in the regular army and are literate. You will take good care of Huang Ren from now on."
"Yes!" Chen Dashan shouted.
"Okay, let's continue training!" the political commissar said.
The scene turned, Huang Ren and Chen Dashan were hiding under the thatched shed, while it was raining heavily outside. But the two of them didn't care whether it rained or not.
Chen Dashan squatted on the ground and wrote two words with a stick.
Huang Ren said excitedly: "Is this my name? Brother Dashan, is it true? Is my name so beautiful?"
"Yes, this is your name, Huang Ren. This is the word I will teach you today. You practice your own name first. How about I teach you one by one in the future?" Chen Dashan said with a smile.
"Okay, this is good, haha..." Huang Ren smiled happily.
Next, Chen Dashan taught Huang Ren to write his own name stroke by stroke. Huang Ren was indeed smart. In one day, he not only learned his own name, but also the name of their unit, Daxiang Village Detachment.
In the evening, Huang Ren pestered Chen Dashan and wanted to learn Chinese characters. Chen Dashan thought about it and taught Huang Ren one character - male!
Then he said something with a solemn expression, and Huang Ren froze on the spot...
The screen turned again, and it was obvious that a long time had passed. Huang Ren was a little taller, and Chen Dashan was still half as old as before, like a big brother, standing next to Huang Ren, like a big mountain, a barrier, as if he was always protecting him. This little brother next to me.
The two men were lying on the ridge, covered with weeds and branches. It was obvious that they were setting up an ambush.
Not long after, a group of R country troops retreated in confusion from below. They were in a panic along the way. It was obvious that they were a group of defeated troops and they were fleeing.
With a sound, the fight begins!
However, instead of the crazy shooting sound as imagined in the TV series, it was the sound of someone lighting firecrackers and throwing them into a metal barrel to make a machine gun sound. Huang Ren and others, on the other hand, worked hard to aim, aim, aim again, and then shoot again! There is no way, we really don’t have many bullets on hand, so if we shoot randomly, we can’t afford to fire, and we can’t afford to shoot!
Snapped!
A crisp gunshot rang out, and a soldier from Country R screamed and fell into a splash of blood. Seeing this, Huang Ren shouted excitedly: "Hit!"
Chen Dashan on the side pressed Huang Ren's head and pushed him to the ground. Almost at the same time, Huang Ren felt two bullets flying past his head, and he almost lost his life!
(End of chapter)