Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 836 The hero is unknown!

Knowing that Erya's family was going to move out, the neighbors from the neighborhood came over to sit down, both to say goodbye and to see if there was anything they could do to help.

In the whole house, there were more than 20 people sitting on the north and south kangs and standing on the ground.

Someone fried a small bag of melon seeds for Erya and the others to eat on the way, some woman stuffed Jinsong with two boiled eggs, and someone brought Erye a handful of yellow smoke.

No one's family is rich, that is, take something to show your heart.

The most talkative of these people was the 50-year-old Uncle Liu, who had just sent a dozen wounded back from the Yalu River.

"Uncle Liu, why did dozens of you come back? Where are those people?" A woman asked.

"Our older ones belong to the second-line stretcher team, and the young ones belong to the front-line stretcher team. They follow behind the army. They are going to the battlefield, and now they can't come back at all." Old Uncle Liu replied.

"Oh my god, I just glanced through the window and my heart skipped a beat! Then what will happen to the future when I lose my arms and legs at a young age." An aunt in her forties said, wiping away tears.

"It's good to be able to come back alive. When we first picked up the wounded, each person was given an apple, a boiled egg, and a pack of cigarettes according to regulations. Some people died without touching these things. Those things were taken back and restarted. Send it to the next wave." Uncle Liu bowed his head and said.

There was silence in the room, and it was hard for anyone to hear about the dead.

"Just listen to outsiders saying that they are old and beautiful, what do they look like? Is it more difficult to deal with than the little Japanese?" An old lady asked curiously.

"I'm a second-line stretcher team and I haven't seen Americans at all. Some people say they have white cloth and thorns, and some say they have black paint. I heard that they are more difficult to deal with than small Japanese. Airplanes and cannons have old noses! But I heard that Americans are afraid of death. As long as you point a gun at them, they will immediately raise their hands. Now we will see whether our people are tough or their guys are tough. When those people from the front stretcher team come back, they will know what the Americans look like , They must have seen it on the battlefield." Old Uncle Liu replied.

The whole room chatted until after eight o'clock in the evening, and people got up and left one after another.

Before leaving, many women patted Jinsong's head and told them to study hard and not let your mother worry about it.

The next morning, Baocai drove the carriage over.

"Didn't I tell you to drive the carriage to see us off at noon?" Erya asked.

The train to the west will depart from Mishan at [-]:[-] p.m., and the three of them have to back up at Mudanjiang to go to Harbin.All this was told to them by the comrade yesterday, and they were picked up at the station in Harbin.

It was twenty miles from Zhiyi Town to Mishan Railway Station. At noon, Baocai sent the three of them to Mishan Town in a carriage.

"Take back the pots and pans at home first." Baocai replied shyly.

He went home yesterday and told his wife that his eldest sister had left all the things at home to him. Early in the morning, his wife urged him to come over to fetch things, as if afraid of being snatched away by others.

Seeing her brother moving things like the Japanese mopping up, Arya felt very uncomfortable.In fact, she had the same thoughts as Second Master Qi, and both felt that Baocai was really worthless.

Erya didn't notice that Jinsong had slipped out of the house. He still hadn't forgotten what Uncle Liu said last night. If he wanted to know what the Americans looked like, he would go to the hospital and ask the wounded.He was very curious about the war.

Jinsong ran to the newly established rear hospital, hooked his hands on the window sill and jumped vigorously, supported the window sill with both hands, hung his body in the air, and stuck his head on the glass.

This ward is the ward where Jinsong and his classmates sang when he came to condolence yesterday.

Jinsong found through the window that there were only three of the original four people left in the ward. The wounded man who held his hand yesterday and said that he looked like his younger brother was gone!

He pushed the window sill with both hands and his body fell to the ground.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Jinsong ran into the hospital corridor to the ward where he had been yesterday.

"Where did the elder brother on this bed go?" Jinsong pointed to the vacant bed and asked the remaining three people in the ward.

"Dead, he died yesterday afternoon." A wounded man replied calmly.

Jin Song was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have a thousand words to ask, but they were all stuck in his throat.You can still talk in the morning, but you die in the afternoon.

For the first time, Jinsong felt the fragility and impermanence of life.

At this time, a nurse came into the ward with a white ceramic tray. She was changing gauze for the wounded.

Jinsong pointed to the empty hospital bed unwillingly and asked, "Is this big brother here really dead? How did he die?"

"Dead, septicemia," replied the nurse.

Penicillin is very scarce now, otherwise the soldier would not have died.

Jinsong felt that his throat was blocked, and he took a lot of effort to catch his breath and asked, "Then where is he now?"

The nurse looked at him and said, "Bury it, I heard a few days ago that people who will die in the future will be buried on the mountain outside the east gate."

But the nurse responded immediately.

She asked with a straight face: "Whose family does this child belong to? He didn't go to school during the day and ran around in the hospital?"

Jinsong ran outside as fast as he could. He ran out of the hospital and ran eastward along the street.

There is a small earth mountain outside the east gate of the town, which may be due to Feng Shui superstition, and no one nearby has buried their graves here.

Jinsong ran down the mountain panting and then climbed up the mountain along the path.

Now it is winter and it is much easier to find. After half an hour, Jinsong was standing in front of the two new soil bags halfway up the mountain.

This shows that among the wounded sent to the rear hospital, two soldiers have died. Jinsong doesn't know which bag is buried under the young soldier who said yesterday that he looks like his brother.

When Jinsong returned home, Erya stared at him, and when he was about to leave, he went out to run around.

At noon, Baocai took Erya Jinsong and Qi Erye to Mishan Railway Station in a carriage. It was the same road that Qian Xiaobao and Kono Harue took when they went from the railway station to Laomishan.

Before the Japanese surrendered, the Muling River Bridge was blown up by the Kwantung Army in order to prevent the troops from the northern powers from pursuing it. Now only a few piers are left above the water, and a simple bridge was temporarily built nearby.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the three got on the train to Mudanjiang.

A few hours later, when the train passed by Bamiantong, Erya couldn't help but look down the window. The village not far from the train station was her former home. In the middle of the night in August 100, Qian Xiaobao rode a motorcycle. The three of them rushed to the village with only a few clothes and money, and were sent by Qian Xiaobao to Mishan, more than [-] kilometers away, on a motorcycle.

The family's livestock, house and land were all thrown away, and this time it was the same. Erya rushed to Harbin with only clothes and two bedding.

Erya still clearly remembers that when she took out the puppet Manchukuo sheep notes she had hidden, Qian Xiaobao said that these things were already waste paper and asked her to throw them away.

Erya firmly doesn't believe it, money is money, how can it become waste paper?Sure enough, it didn't take long for Qian Xiaobao's words to become reality, and the thousands of dollars that Erya had saved in a few years of frugality became waste paper!
The train moved forward again, and outside the window were the dark mountains in the night, Second Master Qi became very excited.Back then, he followed Qian Xiaobao's godfather Feng Maoshan's Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army for several years in the mountains from west to Weihe River to Muling Bamiantong.Now those people have long since died, only Qian Xiaobao and him, the old man, are still alive.

But where is that bastard Qian Xiaobao now!

The train was very slow, and it was already noon when the three of them arrived in Mudanjiang. They bought tickets again and got on the train to Harbin in the evening.

On the contrary, Second Master Qi is familiar with things like buying tickets, because after all, Qian Xiaobao took him on the train several times.Buy a ticket at the ticket gate, wait for the train according to the above time, and then queue up at the station gate to board the train. It seems very simple, but it is also confusing for people who have never been on a train before.

"Second Grandpa, why do you understand everything?" Jin Song asked.As far as he could remember, he had never been on a train.

"In the future, you will not only take trains, but also ships and planes, like, just like..." Second Master Qi didn't say what he looked like or who he looked like for a long time.

In the end he had no choice but to say: "Study hard, and you will be able to sit on anything in the future!"

More than 300 kilometers from Mudanjiang to Harbin have to cross Zhang Guangcai Ridge, and the train stopped and stopped until it was almost dawn the next day before arriving in Harbin.

At the exit of the station, a middle-aged woman in overalls stared at the people passing through the ticket gate.

When she saw Erya, Qi Erye and Jinsong coming out, her eyes lit up, and she rushed to meet her and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Mishan" Erya replied.

"What's your last name? What's this old man's last name?" The middle-aged woman asked again.

"My surname is Lin, and his surname is Qi." Erya replied.

"That's right, Comrade Erya, I'm here to pick you up!" said the middle-aged woman.

She took Erya and the three of them to the train station, where a gas jeep from a big northern country was parked.

"Get in the car, I will take you to the guest house to rest now, and I will take you to see the house allocated to you tomorrow." The middle-aged woman said to the three people.

Gasjeep took the four of them to a guest house in Xiangfang.Next to the guest house is the flax factory site under construction.

The middle-aged woman led the three of them into a room and said: "The leader instructed you to eat well, stay here, rest well, and he will see you tomorrow. Comrade Erya, the flax factory is still under construction, and the newcomers must After training, get ready for a new job. You are tired after taking the train all the way, now take a good rest, and tomorrow I will take you to meet the leader!"

After the middle-aged woman went out, the three of them ate something they brought and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling, Jinsong stretched out his hand to touch the big iron bag beside him, and then hastily retracted his hand.

The big iron bag was hot, no wonder the room was so warm without a kang and a fire wall, so there was no need to wear a cotton jacket.

Erya slept until the afternoon when she woke up, it was already getting dark outside.

Second Master Qi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, smoking a pipe.

Seeing Er Ya woke up, Second Master Qi said: "Wake up Jinsong, let's go out for a walk!"

"It's getting dark, let's go out later." Arya persuaded.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here with that bastard for more than a year to get to know each other." Second Master Qi got off to put on his shoes as he said that.

Erya hurriedly called Jinsong to get dressed.

After 10 minutes, the three of them walked out of the guest house.

Erya and Jinsong supported Erye Qi to the most prosperous place, one on the left and the other on the right.

The three of them walked for an unknown amount of time and stopped at the gate of a park.

Second Master Qi looked at the plaque above the gate of the park and said, "Why did the name change here? So I don't remember it being called this name."

The special city park where Schultz and Qian Xiaobao used to meet and submit intelligence is now named after a hero of the Anti-Japanese War.

Second Master Qi took two people and turned towards Majiagou.

The three of them finally stood outside a small western-style building.

The lights in the small western-style building are now on.

Second Master Qi looked at the lights in the small foreign building and did not speak for a long time.He used to live here for more than a year, living with Qian Xiaobao and the girl named Yanzi.

There is also an old Jewish man downstairs. Master Qi once used the "Zi Yue" he had learned to debate with the scriptures that the old man Shawish believed in.

"That bastard has lived here for seven or eight years!" Second Master Qi said to Erya.

"Who, who is the bastard?" Jinsong asked puzzled.

But no one answered his question.

Suddenly, a woman walked out from the depths of the alley, and she was startled when she suddenly saw three people standing outside the small western-style building.

"Who are you looking for?" the woman asked.

"Not looking for anyone, just passing by here." Erya explained.

"Go if you don't look for anyone! Don't stand here!"

The woman pointed to the wall outside the small foreign building and said in a low voice: "People have died here, three or four! It is often haunted at night! An old Russian lady is always wandering around this area in the middle of the night, that is the dead ghost!"

The next morning, when Zhang Fawu saw the secretary walking in with Erya and Erya Qi Jinsong, he stood up and shook hands with Erya Qi Erye.

He patted Jinsong's head again and said with a smile: "This kid's eyes are flickering, he looks like a smart kid!"

Zhang Fawu asked the three of them to sit down and said with a smile, "I'm here to inspect the work, and I heard that when you arrive, I must see you!"

There are several factories in Harbin built with the help of the big northern countries, so Zhang Fawu has been here several times during this period.

"Old man, and Comrade Erya, let me say hello to you on behalf of Mr. Qian Xiaobao. He is our good friend. He won't be back for a while now, but he will definitely come back to see you in a few years!" Zhang Fawu said .

Hearing Qian Xiaobao's name, Erya bowed her head and did not speak.

The beard on Second Master Qi's excited chin trembled and asked, "Where is Xiaobao now?"

"He, he's outside now." Zhang Fawu replied vaguely.

"Let me just say, he is the one I watched. Although he has more eyes, he is by no means a bad person! When I go to sleep these years, I always dream that he is kidnapped by Wuhuada and taken to the execution ground. Now I am finally relieved. It turns out that he Still alive!" Second Master Qi said and shed tears.

At this moment the secretary came in, still holding a camera in his hand.

Zhang Fawu warmly greeted the three people and said, "Come, come, this is a rare opportunity, let's sit together and take a photo as a souvenir!"

(End of this chapter)