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Annoyed and bored, he said: "A dead fish knows how to fight better than me. It's better for you to let him stay here. The little master will order people to die, and he doesn't know how to fight."

Die, die, thought for a while, squatting alone in the artillery hole of the trench: "I'll give you a chance, cripple, don't say I'm not righteous, I'll give you the chance to go through life and death. Dead fish, you stay on duty."

"it is good."

Chen Yu nodded, took off the armed belt around his waist and tied it to Fanla, lent him the pistol together with the spare magazines, and took off his marching bag to Fanla.Taking off all his equipment, Chen Yu patted him on the shoulder and said nothing else.

Watching a group of people leave on the flag sacrifice slope, now all the old cannon fodders have left, only Chen Yu and the young cannon fodder are left squatting on the ground.During the long night, Chen Yu lit the candles and found a stack of letter paper to help the recruits write letters home.

The next day.

Ah Yi came to hand over the position, but found that Fanla and the elite veterans of the first battalion were not there.Dead, dead, I didn't see anything normal, the ghost knows what Ah Yi found when he slept in that woman's bed at night.

"What about them?"

Chen Yu yawned with a thick stack of letters: "I went to the west bank to investigate. Watch me and go back to sleep. If there is any movement in the west bank, I will shoot. Before the Japanese bombed us, Krupp marked all the Japanese artillery points." Alright, let him fight himself."

"What if the Japanese call over?" Ah Yi asked worriedly.

"It can't be beaten. If the Japanese army can beat the east bank to one battalion again, Yu Xiaoqing should find a belt and hang himself to death. Can you have some trust in our future General Yu?"

"let's go."

Leaving Jiqi Slope, Chen Yu was holding a thick stack of letters. These were written by him for others last night, and he also used the letter to learn about the family conditions of the soldiers below.Dead, dead, and Ah Yi never did such things. Every time Chen Yu was on duty at night, he would write letters for others, and he almost understood the whole group.

Walking to Zenda, the morning market on the side of the road is in full swing.

Chen Yu was sitting at a rice noodle stall. Before he could order and pay, the boss put a bowl of rice noodles and two pieces of sugar glutinous rice cakes on Chen Yu's table, and poured him another cup of tea.

"I didn't want it!"

The boss was busy kneading the glutinous rice cakes, without raising his head: "I heard from that girl that you fought at Nantianmen for a day and a night. If it weren't for you when the Japanese called last time, Zenda might have disappeared long ago.

My son is only 15 years old and he is reluctant to serve in the army, and the family doesn’t have much money to donate to you, and there is nothing good to come to me, only to fill the stomach of the military master. "

Chen Yu picked up chopsticks to fill his belly. Money is becoming less and less valuable in this world. Last month, you could buy two bowls of rice noodles for [-] cents, but now you can buy one bowl for one yuan.It is ridiculous that a month's military pay for ordinary low-ranking soldiers is enough to buy a bowl of noodles.

The morning in southern Yunnan was wet and rainy, the boss had already prepared himself, and used a cowhide cloth as an umbrella on a bamboo pole.Chen Yu sat under the tent and quietly took a mouthful of rice noodles, and took a bite of the candied glutinous rice cake.

An old couple was carrying the boxes, followed by seven or eight ox carts. There were a lot of wooden boxes on the carts, covered with tarpaulins.The man walked into the tent to hide from the rain, and when he saw Chen Yu who was swallowing his noodles, he snorted. The woman glanced at Chen Yu, then sat sideways on the bench, held the man's hand and shook her head.

The well-dressed man said: "Fat guts and brains."

The woman pulled the man's arm when she heard the words, and Chen Yu heard someone talking, so he almost raised his head to look, which scared him away from chopsticks.

Feeling tired, that little bastard ran to the west bank not to save his parents, but to take refuge, and his parents were not in the west bank at all.Chen Yu remembered that when he left the shelter to go to Burma, Fanla didn't write any suicide note, so his parents didn't rush to Chanda at all.

Father Meng saw that Chen Yu didn't have a good face anyway, and Chen Yu could only pick up the dropped chopsticks and wipe them on his sleeves, and continued to bury his head in eating noodles.Mother Meng smiled embarrassedly at Chen Yu, and continued to shake her husband's arm.

"Store." Father Meng asked proudly, "May I ask if there is a Sichuan Legion here, and where is it stationed?"

The boss turned his head and pointed at Chen Yu who was eating fans: "This military master belongs to the Sichuan Army, and they are very good at fighting in the Sichuan Army. This master, your baby is also in the Sichuan Army, so you are the benefactor's parents of our Zenda. "

"Hehe, don't dare to be, dare not be..."

Father Meng looked back at Chen Yu, and Chen Yu had already buried his head in the noodle bowl. Seeing that Chen Yu didn't give him any face, Father Meng couldn't bear it and slapped the table angrily.

With a 'pop', Chen Yu raised his head and looked at Father Meng.

"What is your business, sir?"

Father Meng: "I'm tired of looking for my son. Since your Excellency is with my son, please let him come out to meet his parents."

"Battle Commander Meng?" Chen Yu put down his chopsticks and said, "Unfortunately, Commander Meng has already gone to the West Bank to investigate with the deputy commander and colleagues. look?"

"When are they coming back?"

"It can't be said for sure. Maybe it's back now, or maybe it won't come back in the rest of my life. Thousands of Japanese devils on the west bank are watching. If they are not careful, they will die."

Meng's father sighed when he heard the words, but Meng's mother heard that her child had gone into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, and grabbed her husband's arm tightly to keep herself from crying.

Chen Yu took out one dollar from his pocket and put it on the table. The boss argued with him after seeing it.

Staring at Father Meng sitting on the bench like a clay statue, Chen Yu was in trouble, what should he do?Leaning against the wall, Chen Yu slowly chewed the sugar glutinous rice cake wrapped in dried lotus leaves in his hand.

"Uncle, aunt, what are your plans?"

Father Meng stood up: "Look for a house, I want to put my books."

Chen Yu spread his hands: "A house, uncle, you are too demanding. I still have business to deal with. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to the regiment headquarters with me first. When battalion commander Meng comes back, how about you discussing it carefully?"

"Hmph! No need, the old man will go by himself."

"Forehead."

Chen Yu said: "Uncle, if you go by yourself, you probably won't be able to get in. It's an important military area, and idlers are not allowed to come in and out at will."

Father Meng got up and pointed to the ox cart convoy on the road: "Pay the car, and my son will return it when he gets bored, and lead the way."

"I~~~"

The military pay has just been paid for one day.Chen Yu, as an officer with a relatively high salary in the Sichuan Army Corps, received national disaster salary and national currency for a month's military salary, a total of 38 yuan.

What's more, Meng's father is really annoying when he's annoyed. How can there be such an annoyed person who justifiably prostitutes his own money for nothing.Helpless, Chen Yu took out his own small salary, eight ox carts, did you move your family here from Beiping City?

After paying the car fare, there was only five yuan left in my pocket.Chen Yu thought it over, if Fanla didn't pay back the money, he would let Fanla deal with the third aunt.

Chapter 1: Father Meng with Amazing Combat Power

Carrying large and small bags, the oiled paper wrapping the books was not torn off.The owner of the book did not expect to travel across most of China, and even the book did not expect that the owner of the book was sitting outside the gate at this time.

The owner of the bullock cart left his father and mother and a dozen boxes of books outside the gate of the Sichuan Army, and fled this place impatiently.Military barracks are by no means a reassuring unit in this era, but synonymous with destroying and oppressing the people. Sometimes the eighteen hells of King Yama are not as good.

Chen Yu originally wanted Meng's father and Meng's mother to come in and sit down, but when Meng's father saw the wounded soldiers carrying his books, some of the wounded soldiers carried the boxes, because the boxes were too heavy and knocked to the ground. Father Meng began to say something difficult to understand like "Zihu Zheye", and said a dozen or so ancient poems and classical Chinese that despised the officers and soldiers.

"My book, be careful with my book!"

"Look carefully, these are rare ancient books, each of which is the work of the sages and masters, a treasure handed down from generation to generation, you should be careful."

"Don't knock, can you walk more steadily?"

Meng's father followed the wounded soldier carrying the wooden box, talking all the way, but Meng's mother pulled him behind and prevented him from following.Now, Chen Yu really wanted to shoot Father Meng.

This old man is really annoying, thanks to Mother Meng for being able to hold back for so many years, if Chen Yutan had such a father, he would have strangled himself to death with the umbilical cord at birth.Annoying!Worrying, my buddy finally understands your feelings, don't talk about writing a suicide note to scare parents, writing a suicide note has to draw a line with the old man!

It was raining, and there was a member of the regiment headquarters who had difficulty moving and was limping on crutches. A wounded soldier with an immature face came and handed Chen Yu a raincoat.Leaning on crutches, he walked to Meng's father and handed him an umbrella, but was pushed by Meng's father.

"Don't let the rain get my book wet, hold an umbrella for my book."

Chen Yu yelled angrily: "Ma Yuan! What kind of umbrella did you give him? I don't know what he is, so get out of here. Everyone get out of here to shelter from the rain. I won't treat you for colds and colds. It will take a lot of effort to raise you people, please." Don't bother me, okay?"

The wounded soldier who was helping to carry boxes and books into the house stopped when he heard this, Ma Yuan was lying on the ground, and the drizzle from the sky fell on his immature face. The boy who had not yet shed the fine fluff at the corner of his mouth smiled embarrassedly.

He propped himself up with his right hand with only three fingers left, his left hand was only in half, and his left leg was gone.The collar of the collar was exposed and there were a large number of burn marks on the neck.The child survived and was blown up by Japanese fire bombs. The people around him poured soil to extinguish the flames. In the end, he was sent to the East Coast Hospital with only one breath left.

Half of the left side was burnt to pieces. I can't think of any reason to be alive except for the face of God.

Father Meng was stunned. As a traditional woman, Mother Meng did not dare to disobey her husband's wishes in the era of feudal oppression.

"Why don't you cover my book, the book is more important than me."

Chen Yu stared at Father Meng who was lying on the bookcase, speechless for a while, who are these people!

What's more annoying, you little bastard, you went to the West Bank to fight devils by yourself, knowing that your father was coming but not caring.You want to die so much, you don't want to see your father?

Father Meng asked: "Where are your people? Let them help me move the books. There are all good books here."

"At war." Chen Yu replied.

"War and fight, from the north to the south, you have wiped out half of China, and by the way, you have also wiped out the country of Burma. Are you fighting a war?"

I······

Chen Yu found that Fanla's stinky mouth was just like his father's, vicious and numb, but he commented on the world as if it had nothing to do with him. The old Meng's family is a virtue.The wounded soldiers moving books around scratched their heads and stared at the two of them, whether to move or not?

Father Meng came to Zenda with books that could only be pulled by eight cows, and constantly changed tools. He came to Kunming by car from the Hunan, Guizhou and Chongqing regions, and then drove to Zenda from Kunming with a hired team.But the car was not going to enter Zenda at all, but just passed by Zenda to pick up the goods and head west.

After spending a lot of money, most of the books that traveled across China came to Zenda, and now they are being thrown outside the gate of the Sichuan Army without paying attention.Within less than an hour of meeting Chen Yu, Meng's father managed to wipe out Chen Yu's respect for his siblings and parents.

"The living people are fighting, and those who stay here are all such people. They can't fight the war, so they can only squat here to survive." Chen Yu tried hard to explain the matter clearly.

Father Meng sat on the threshold when he got angry: "The old man is waiting for my son here again, and if he doesn't come back, my whole family will wait here for a long time!"

"Uncle, it's no use waiting, they're fighting."

"Then what about my book, my book?"

Chen Yu rubbed his face and looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'll cover you with a tarpaulin, it won't be a problem. I'm full of remnants and defeated generals here, so I can't carry the book box in for you. I'll move it in for you when someone comes back at night."

"But it's raining now."

"Oh~~~"

Compromise!Chen Yu didn't want to continue to fight against this man who was crazy about reading, so he called the soldiers on duty at the heavy machine gun fortification outside the regiment headquarters, and asked them to help carry the book boxes pulled by eight ox carts into the house in the rain.

Five or six people and Chen Yu worked hard for four or five hours, and finally moved the book boxes into the regiment headquarters under the supervision of Father Meng, and then opened each book for inspection, and spread it on the floor if it was damp or wet.

He ordered to make a pot of hot tea for the two old people, and put the family letter written on Jiqipo on the table casually. Chen Yu couldn't bear the pressure and prepared to go back to his room to sleep. Now the family letter should be sent to the military post office tomorrow.

Father Meng picked up the family letter on the table and said: "The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring grass and trees.

Tears are splashed when feeling, and I hate goodbye and startle.

The flames lasted three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

The white hair is scratched shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. "

Chen Yu hid in his room to sleep, while Meng's father continued to recite poems, so he had to meet the army's family letter and express his inner feelings with famous lines from the ancients.Chen Yu hid in the house and listened to Meng's father read from Du Fu's "Spring Hope" to Zhang Qiao's "Hehuang Old Strike".

"When I was young, I followed the generals to conquer Hehuang, and when my hair was white, I returned to my hometown. One hundred thousand Han troops were all scattered, blowing alone and bending towards the setting sun."

In the end Chen Yu fell asleep, and vaguely heard Meng's father reciting "The Book of Songs Qin Feng Wuyi".One mouthful of one-of-a-kind classics is just to satisfy his possessiveness of evil taste. When he thinks it is safe, he is reading.

"Hey!"

While sleeping soundly, Chen Yu was woken up and found that it was Li Bing who called him.He was a diehard member of Master Yu, what was he doing at the headquarters of the Sichuan Army, he looked up at the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

Scratching his head, he picked up the wooden basin beside the bed and prepared to fetch water to wash his face, but when he walked out the door, he saw Yu Xiaoqing standing on the opposite stairs, and He Shuguang held an oil lamp in his hand to light him.Father Meng was sitting on the table reading a book. Seeing that the oil lamp on the table was taken away, he angrily dodged the lamp in He Shuguang's hand and put it on the table.

Father Meng turned his head and glanced at Yu Xiaoqing: "You must be upright when reading a book, and you must be upright when reading at night. If you behave like this, reading does not have the etiquette of a person who reads. It is simply tainting the book!!!"

All right!This time he got into trouble with Yu Xiaoqing, Chen Yu decided to pretend he didn't see it, and went to the backyard to fetch water to wash his face.

He Shuguang was about to draw his sword and kill Father Meng, but Yu Xiaoqing just smiled, closed the book neatly and put it on the table, and stood outside the door looking at Chen Yu.

"Chen Tuanfu, what are you Sichuan Army doing? The gunfire on the west bank has been going on since the morning and has not stopped until now. Your regiment leader Lin said it was just a small investigation across the river. Is that really the case?"

Chen Yu put down the wooden basin in his hand and saluted Yu Xiaoqing: "Report sir! It's just a small investigation across the river. If there is a big battle, how could the subordinates fall asleep?"

Yu Xiaoqing came down with the command whip in his hand, and put it on Chen Yu's chest: "Jiqipo and Nantianmen fired more than a hundred rounds of shells at each other, and even the Japanese fighter jets came to fly twice. Is this movement considered small?"

"Fire investigation." Chen Yu casually made up an excuse, and his heart was already in turmoil.

so brave?Ah Yi dared to do this, hit Yu Xiaoqing to catch me, brother, you killed me!

Chapter 1: The River Crossing Route

The drizzling rain entered the evening.

Meng's father was sitting at the table reading, and Meng's mother came in from the door under an umbrella, holding a bowl of hot food in her hand.It's time to eat. Although Meng's father scolded him all day, the wounded soldiers still cared that he was Fanla's parents, so they cooked a special meal for him, and even put an egg on it.

It was so rich that Chen Yu swore that he had never been treated like this in the Sichuan Army.

Yu Xiaoqing stood in the courtyard, the icy drizzle poured on him, the drizzle gathered into water droplets and fell from the edge of his German helmet, dripping on his shoulders.

The baton made of thin iron was pressed against Chen Yu's chest, Yu Xiaoqing turned around and glanced at Meng Mu who was passing by with the meal, and got out of the way.

Chen Yu explained: "The parents of the cripple Meng of our group came here all the way from Beiping. They lost all their property and only these books are left. There is no place to live here temporarily, and they will move out soon."

"If it weren't for your incompetence, the old man has been tossed and displaced in his sixtieth year. He has already moved from the north to the south, and if he moves again, he will fall into the river!" He slammed the chopsticks on the table, and Meng's father was incompetent and furious again.

Yu Xiaoqing smiled angrily and turned around.I saw Meng's mother picking up fried eggs with chopsticks and sending them to Meng's father's mouth. She turned her head and smiled to apologize to us. How did this old couple live for so many years?

"What the old man said is true, I am incompetent." Yu Xiaoqing readily admitted her fault.

Father Meng stood up and pointed at the two of them: "I don't feel ashamed, but I am proud of it! Uh~~~ Why are you covering my mouth? Is the country like this? I can't talk about it."

Chen Yu stopped in front of Yu Xiaoqing regardless of his manners. He was really afraid that Yu Xiaoqing would kill Meng's father. If he got bored and came back and saw his parents lying in the coffin, let alone beat Japan, he would definitely pick up his gun and ask Yu Xiaoqing to pay for his life.

"Master Yu, calm down, pedantic and Confucianism, everything is the same, don't worry about him."

Yu Xiaoqing stretched out his hand to push Chen Yu away, looked at Meng's father and said, "Our country is like this, our soldiers really deserve to die. Whether the old man says it or not, the facts are here. Yu thinks he is still an open-minded gentleman and will not hold grudges. State affairs Even so, Yu can only do his best and never forget the shame."

"Humph!"