The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2126: The Heroes Stumped by Chapter 2088

What does it mean that "everything is good at home, but everything is difficult outside" and "a penny can make a hero fall"?

What does it mean that "when luck comes, gold is as good as iron, and when good times come, iron is as good as gold" and "when people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth"?

Now these heroes in Shang Zhenying are the ones!

What Hu Zhuzi said was right. Forget about whether the Japanese would raid the city or not. They had to solve their own hunger problem first!

Talking about robbing wealthy people far away, or fighting the Japanese and puppet troops to support the war, is just a case of distant water not being able to quench immediate thirst!

The most realistic problem is what to do if you are hungry now?

What can they do? They are guarding this existing village, so of course they can only find a solution in the village.

However, Wang Laomao said that they were about to join the Eighth Route Army, and they absolutely could not steal food.

You say, if they robbed the civilians, of course this was a last resort, but then they suddenly transformed themselves into the Eighth Route Army.

Then one day, these Eighth Route Army soldiers came to the common people to do things, and suddenly an old man and an old woman pointed at them and shouted, "Hey! Aren't these people the Northeasterners who stole our food a few days ago?"

Well! If that's the case, will they still be in the Eighth Route Army?

They were determined not to become traitors to their roots and become puppet soldiers. They couldn't go back to the Northeast Army either. Their arms and legs were so small that even a carriage wheel could break them if they tried to establish themselves in their own mountaintop. Now they couldn't continue to work in the Eighth Route Army. What should they do?

So, under the instruction of Wang Laomao, they started to force the sale again, that is, we don’t steal the food, we exchange it!

If we don't have money, then we can barter! Our Shang Zhen Battalion has guns. If they have nearly five platoons of soldiers left, but most of them have two guns, one long and one short, if each of them takes out a gun, then they can organize five more platoons!

Of course, they just wanted to exchange for some food, so instead of five platoons of guns, five guns should be enough to buy them a few days' worth of food!

But something unexpected happened to them, they said they would use guns to exchange food with the villagers, but the villagers refused to trade with them at all!

"Boss, what use do we have for your gun? We are just ordinary people!

We don’t know how to shoot, so we can’t use guns to kill chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, pigs, horses, cows and sheep, right?

But look at our village, let alone big animals, even hairy mice are nowhere to be seen!" A middle-aged man in his forties said to Qian Chuan'er, and behind Qian Chuan'er were more than 20 soldiers with guns and ammunition.

"Hey, uncle, that's what I said!" Qian Chuan'er said, "Just look at the guns we gave you, do you recognize them? These are all good guns, all Type 38 rifles we captured from the Japanese!

This gun is accurate and does not shake your shoulders. It can shoot 400 to 500 meters without any deviation! "

But the more Qian Chuan'er said this, the less willing the middle-aged man was to exchange. They were also very hungry. Even Qian Chuan'er, who was as meticulous as a hair, did not expect that the more you said this, the less willing the man would be to exchange with you.

What you took out were all the Type 38 rifles from the Japanese devils. God knows where you came from!

"Boss, we really can't take your guns!

Don't even mention exchanging with us. It's useless even if you give it to us for free. Although there are only a hundred households in our village, where can we get food? The Japanese came and asked for food, the security division came and asked for food, and the Eighth Route Army came and asked for food. Where can we get food?" The middle-aged man didn't even mention exchanging this time. He insisted that there was no food in the village!

Having food in the village is a prerequisite for negotiating food, but this time, people have blocked it directly from the root!

"Damn it, you said there is no food, right? Search for me. If I find any food in your village, I will break your old legs!" Hu Zhuzi finally got anxious.

After Hu Zhuzi finished speaking, he looked at Wang Laomao. No matter how hungry he was, he knew that if they wanted to rob something, they would always need Wang Laomao to give the order.

More than a hundred people had no food to eat, and Wang Laomao was also anxious. No matter how much pain he felt, he had to endure it and followed them into the village.

"Search for what!" Wang Laomao cursed. "You can't find anything even if you search? They said the Japanese devils came to raid our base, so the food, drinks and daily necessities have been hidden. If you can find them, doesn't that mean you can find them even if the Japanese devils come?"

It can be said that Wang Laomao's year in the Eighth Route Army's Baoduishan Anti-Japanese Base was not in vain, because he even knew exactly how the base should deal with Japanese raids.

When the Japanese devils came to sweep the area, they burned, killed, and looted. The Eighth Route Army's strategy was to annihilate a large number of them, while the common people targeted the enemy with strong defenses and hid everything that could be useful to the Japanese devils, which of course included food.

Therefore, Wang Laomao was sure that there was no food in the village. "Fuck, I really don't believe it. Can a person this big die from holding his urine? We only have hundreds of guns and more than a hundred heroes. Damn it! We have killed so many Japanese devils, how can we starve to death?" The hungry Hu Zhuzi finally lost his temper.

The tiger man was so powerful that he reached out for his gun, and the middle-aged man was so scared that he trembled!

Laomao Wang also gritted his teeth. Really, how could a living person be held to death by urine?

To be honest, the reason why he didn't let his own people rob civilians was that after he came into contact with the senior leaders of the Eighth Route Army in Baodui Mountain, he really wanted to turn his own battalion into the Eighth Route Army.

But now it’s really not possible. These one hundred people can’t be so hungry that they can’t even walk, right?

If it really doesn't work, just rob if necessary. If there is no food in the village, then take the villagers as hostages. He really doesn't believe it! The villagers won't give food in exchange for people!

Besides, Wang Laomao dared to guarantee that it would be strange if the middle-aged man who was currently supporting these soldiers was not a member of the Eighth Route Army!

Since you don't care about us, we will definitely take action!

Wang Laomao finally made up his mind, but at this time an accident happened. Suddenly someone outside the yard shouted: "Second uncle, second uncle, it's bad, I see the Japanese invaders coming to our village!"

A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old burst into the yard with the sound of voices, an anxious look on his face.

Of course, this is all normal.

When the Japanese invaders came to the countryside to conduct raids, everyone in the village had to hide away. There was nothing they could do. Similarly, when the Japanese and puppet troops burned down the houses, the common people were also helpless. The only thing they could do was to support their own troops.

"Why don't you quickly ring the gong and tell every household to run away?" The middle-aged man became anxious when he heard the young man say this.

But at this moment, Wang Laomao, who was originally planning to turn against him and grab the food, suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

People with guns are really good at talking!

After Wang Laomao shouted like this, no matter young or middle-aged people could move.

"How many Japanese and Japanese soldiers have come?" asked Wang Laomao.

"There were three carriages, all with people sitting in them. It was hard to count how many there were. As soon as I saw them turning off the main road, I quickly took a shortcut back." The young man replied.

"Three carriages? Big ones and small ones?" Wang Laomao asked again.

"Well, I saw a big cart, and those two seemed to be small carts, both pulled by one horse." The young man answered again.

When the young man answered, he was naturally looking at Wang Laomao, an old man in his fifties with wrinkles on his face. At this time, he saw Wang Laomao grinning, which was a smile, but then Wang Laomao showed a painful expression again.

What's going on? The young man wondered, but when he looked at the other soldiers, he saw that they were all smiling.