The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1895 The glutton who doesn’t want to eat rice

In another forest, Zhao Tieying and his officers and soldiers were sitting together eating and drinking.

The food they had looted from a nearby village. Coincidentally, there was a winery in that village, and the soldiers brought back a jar of wine.

Zhao Tieying had tasted the wine, and it was quite strong, so in order to encourage his busy subordinates, he asked everyone to take a sip. Since there were so many people, no matter how strong the wine was, it would eventually be gone after sharing it.

"Mingxuan, get some wine and massage the ankle of our injured soldier!" Zhao Tieying did not forget to call Zhao Mingxuan, and Zhao Mingxuan responded and came over to get the wine.

The injured soldier Zhao Tieying mentioned was, of course, one of his soldiers. He sprained his ankle during the battle that day and it was swollen badly.

A match was struck with a "snap" and then gently placed on a broken bowl that was emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

The wine was really good. As soon as it touched the flame, a light blue flame appeared in the bowl.

"Rub it while it's hot!" Zhao Mingxuan ordered.

So the soldier under his command who knew how to massage dipped his hand in the still burning wine and pressed it on the wounded man's swollen ankle and began to massage his tendons. The wounded man then let out a muffled groan.

"Still shouting? You're taking advantage of me! The wine that others used to drink is now being used to wash their feet!" Zhao Mingxuan joked.

So the soldiers next to them laughed, and some soldiers said "this smell" while fanning the air with their hands exaggeratedly.

The people around him burst into laughter. He was undoubtedly saying that the injured man's feet smelled bad.

Most of the soldiers under Zhao Tieying are from the Northeast.

People in Northeast China all have similar personalities: rough, cheerful, and extroverted. As for the style of a unit, that mainly depends on how the chief officer manages it.

If these soldiers became Shang Zhen's subordinates, who knows if they would become experts in fighting the Japanese?

At this time, another soldier joked: "Who said there is nothing delicious? Come on, I will treat everyone to roasted pig's trotters!"

The soldiers burst into laughter again, and even Zhao Tieying, who was usually very serious, had a smile on his face.

Zhao Tieying and his soldiers were so happy and cheerful that the rough and bold character of the Northeastern people formed a sharp contrast with Fan Tongzuo, who was sitting timidly under a tree at this time.

The Northeastern soldiers formed a circle, eating, drinking and laughing, while Fan Tongzuo was alone, cowering and looking wretched outside the circle.

He is so unpopular that the officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army now don't even look at him straight in the eye.

But at this time they didn't know that this seemingly wretched Fan Tongzuo was already considering his own life and death.

Although no one had told him so far that these Northeastern soldiers were not from Shang Zhen's camp, or were not from the same camp as him, Fan Tongzuo also guessed that he was wrong.

He couldn't understand why these people, who were also from the Northeast, would pin the blame on Shang Zhen after accidentally killing Mo Jianchen.

At first he took great pains to think about it, but now he has put the matter out of his mind, because he knows that he is in a very bad situation now and people may kill him at any time!

They have taken his gun away. Although they haven't tied him up, he won't dare to run away, at least not now!

Even the soldiers didn't tell him clearly, they just watched him pat the rifle in the other's hand, which meant, "You little bastard, dare you run? If you dare to run, I'll shoot you to death!"

The surrounding terrain was so open that Fan Tongzuo understood that no matter how fast he ran, he could never be faster than a bullet.

So if you want to survive, you have to find a way!

After all, the timid look of classmate Fan gave him a layer of protection. Even Zhao Tieying could not have imagined that beneath his wretched appearance, he had a lively heart that wanted to survive!

Show loyalty to this group of people and say that he wants to join them? This was Fan Tongzuo's initial idea, but he immediately rejected it. This was a stupid idea.

  What use was he to them? Since they took him with them, they wanted the Eighth Route Army and Wu Ziqi to think that he was from Shang Zhen's camp. He had figured out why they hadn't killed him to silence him, why they hadn't killed him quickly, that was because they didn't want to leave any clues for Shang Zhen and the others!

Otherwise, once Shang Zhen and his men found his body, it would mean that the Northeastern people who killed Mo Jianchen did not want Shang Zhen to know their identities.

Therefore, I am no longer of any use to others!

What does usefulness mean? Of course, it can also be understood as utilization value.

Fan Tongzuo had never been to school and could not read, and he did not even know the term "utilization value", but this did not prevent him from understanding the underlying principle.

  Where is it useful?

When he thought of this, Fan Tongzuo suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind. He felt that he suddenly thought of a way to keep himself alive temporarily.

Fan Tongzuo raised his head and looked inside the circle. The officers and soldiers were still laughing.

  Fan Tongzuo thought he had to hurry up!

The other person didn't even give me a secret signal, and suddenly slit my throat with a knife. I didn't even have the chance to use this method to save my life, so don't complain, otherwise I would be at a great loss!

At this moment, he saw a soldier standing out from the circle and walking towards him.

Would he be killed right now? Fan Tongzuo suddenly became nervous.

He was slightly relieved when he saw that the soldier did not have any bayonet or dagger-like weapons on his body.

But even so, he still looked at the soldier walking towards him step by step nervously like a child.

The inspector undoubtedly noticed his nervous expression and walked towards him. It was only when he was next to him that he raised his hand, gestured at his neck, and then grinned.

He was happy, but Fan Tongzuo was almost scared to tears.

"Don't, don't kill me." Fan Tongzuo said with his habitual tremor.

"Kill you? How could I kill you?" The soldier laughed, and then he raised his hand from his neck and lowered it to his waist.

  Just this move made Fan Tongzuo tremble again!

The waist, where there is a belt, is always associated with hiding some kind of weapon.

Fan Tongzuo just stared at him, and even his hands moved, because only he knew that there was a small knife hidden in his waist.

It was a small knife, not a dagger. It was the one he used normally, and it was no longer than a stroke (the distance between an open index finger and thumb).

This is his only weapon.

  This was the change that Wu Ziqi brought to him after he met Wu Ziqi. He believed what Wu Ziqi said because Wu Ziqi taught him the consciousness of resistance and also taught him to make a buck before he died!

However, to Fan Tong's surprise, the soldier did put his hands on his waist and took out his weapon, but the weapon was one that every man had, except, of course, eunuchs.

  It turns out that this guy came here to pee!

Fuck! Who do you have that thing? Who are you trying to scare with that shit? Fan Tongzuo, who had been given a false alarm, finally realized that the guy had noticed his nervousness and was just trying to play a prank on him!

"Who will kill you? We will treat you to a meal later!" said the soldier as he urinated.

Of course, he said this in response to his classmate Fan's very pathetic words "Don't kill me".

"What are you treating me to?" Fan Tongzuo asked fearfully.

"Please have some rice!" the soldier said with a smile.

After a while, the man finished peeing, tied his belt, turned around and went back to the circle.

But at this moment, Fan Tongzuo, who had been sitting obediently under the tree, suddenly jumped up and shouted, "I don't want to eat rice! I have important information to tell you!"

Fan Tongzuo was so excited that his face was flushed now!

He knew that he had to put his idea into practice now.

Otherwise, the Northeast Army in front of him would treat him to rice at any time, but the rice would be a peanut!