The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2262: Grain Bag and a Photo

The moon has risen, and the sky and earth are filled with silver-gray again. There is a light breeze tonight, and the clouds in the sky are torn by the wind like cotton wool.

But in the open space under the moonlight, hundreds of soldiers were carrying food and marching southward, panting.

At this time, no soldier had any complaints.

None of them had expected that by following the company commander Shang Zhen, they would actually find their food again in the old place.

They are now carrying their own food rations, so what complaints do they have?

Before the Japanese army discovered them, he had already transported the food to a safe place, so they would not starve. Otherwise, they would have to snatch food from the Japanese army. Everyone could tell what was more important.

The sooner they get out of this open area, the safer they will be, so let's carry it along.

After they had walked about five or six miles, the soldiers carrying the grain were already staggering, so Shang Zhen asked the soldiers guarding on both wings with guns to exchange some of the soldiers carrying the grain.

There were exactly one hundred bags of grain, each weighing one hundred pounds. They were exactly what Ma Changgui, Lao Changtou, Xu Defeng and others moved from the granary. There were still dozens of people left to carry the grain.

In order to leave the danger zone as soon as possible, of course everyone has to take turns to carry the load in order to maintain the fastest marching speed.

"I remember bragging that if this good thing was given to me, I could carry it ten miles even if it weighed 200 kilograms, let alone 100 kilograms.

There is no need to brag now, whatever you carry back is yours, and we won’t have to worry about food for at least one or two months.

Come on, all you boastful braggarts! I'm rooting for you!" To boost morale, Shang Zhen rarely joked with the soldiers.

So his joke caused a burst of laughter among the soldiers, and then there was a sound of heavy breathing, and finally the bag on his shoulder was thrown to the ground.

Shang Zhen let the soldiers rest for 10 minutes and then continued to move forward.

As for where to go, Shang Zhen actually had no idea, but it would be better to go as far away from here as possible.

However, Shang Zhen remembered that a Japanese army had rushed towards the town last night, and he discovered it in time and ordered the team to move.

However, it seems that the Japanese army should be to the south of his company now. Fortunately, the Japanese army is unlikely to march at night, and he cannot be caught in the middle of the Japanese army from the north and the south.

After marching for more than two hours, nothing unusual happened. Qian Feng, who was serving as a scout in the front, sent someone back to report that a village had been discovered.

Under the moonlight, Shang Zhen climbed up a small hill and saw that the village was surrounded by mountains, which seemed quite hidden.

Considering that the soldiers were very tired, he finally ordered them to rest at the pile of firewood at the entrance of the village.

The moonlit night was still bright, and the soldiers, who had been running around all day, finally fell into a deep sleep lying on the dry firewood.

So, when the moon lost its brilliance and the sun rose, the villagers were surprised to find that there was a new Kuomintang army troop at the entrance of the village.

In that era, except for the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, no matter what kind of army it was, as long as it entered the village, the people would worry.

The Japanese and puppet troops certainly burned, killed, looted and raped women, but the Nationalist Army, with its poor military discipline, was not much better.

The villagers informed each other and asked the strong laborers who were still able to work to escape quickly. However, when those people moved, they found that there were also Kuomintang soldiers guarding the village with guns!

The brave villagers walked out despite their fears. To their surprise, the Kuomintang soldiers did not try to stop them. Instead, they looked like they were smiling.

But then the villagers discovered that men could leave the village, but women were absolutely not allowed to leave the village!

So, what does this order from the national army mean?

At least it goes without saying in today's era. In the end, those men who don't want to leave their wives and daughters alone in the village have no choice but to stay in the village, and they all become uneasy.

But there was something else that surprised the villagers!

That is, this national army neither beat anyone nor robbed things, but only used the firewood of several families to cook, and even paid them for using their firewood!

Anyway, this is a very strange thing nowadays, but it happened! The villagers were confused by the mysterious operation of this national army!

They say they are harming people, but they pay them for using firewood. They say they are not harming people, then why do they have to keep all the women in the village and not let them go out?

After the army finished their meal, they issued another order to the village, requiring every household to use cloth and needle and thread to sew a long and thin bag to store food!

At this point, the villagers suddenly realized that they did not allow women to leave the village, but wanted women to be the food collectors!

"Every household should listen up. If you want to make it with good cloth, we will pay for it and you won't lose out. But if you dare to fool us with rags, and the grain bags get exposed halfway through the road..." At this point, the soldier who was shouting at the top of his lungs did not say what would be the consequences if the people dared to fool them, but replaced it with two "humphs" and "humphs".

Only then did the villagers feel at ease.

Asking the villagers to make food bags for the soldiers was of course an order given by Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen certainly knew that now he and his company of new recruits didn't even have a base, which made them just like bandits.

Although no trace of the Japanese army has been found yet, there is no guarantee that they will appear at any time.

It is impossible for their company to have 140 or 50 people, and each person would have to carry a 100-pound bag of food and run, so there would be no need to fight.

So he decided to make a long and thin food bag for each soldier to carry across his body. Each food bag could hold ten or eight kilograms of food.

In this way, even if they had no surplus food, they could hold out for a few days if they were being chased by the Japanese army, and then find a way to raise new food during these days.

Since the people sewing the bags were ordinary people, most of the soldiers would be fine.

"What are you looking at?" Qian Feng suddenly caught a glimpse of Hu Sheng and Niu Jingrui Sancai huddled together. The three of them put their heads together and chirped some crickets, so he stepped forward and asked.

Qian Feng's question frightened Hu Sheng and the other three. When he looked up and saw that it was Qian Feng, Hu Sheng quickly put the things in his hand into his arms.

However, Qian Feng had been watching Hu Sheng and the others with their shifty looks for a while, but he was prepared. He stretched out his hand and snatched the thing from Hu Sheng.

Hu Sheng and the other two were dumbfounded.

After Qian Feng snatched the thing and took a look at it, he was so angry that he laughed: "You little bastards, don't learn good things!"

It turned out that Hu Sheng was holding some Japanese pictures in his hand, which depicted relationships between men and women. Even though these three people were already married, that wouldn't work!

"Oh, Platoon Leader Qian, this is a trophy!" Hu Sheng quickly reached out to grab it.

But how could Qian Feng be willing to return the picture to him? He was finding it very interesting!

China is poor nowadays, especially for country people like them who seldom see city pictures. So it would be very fresh if they could get the portraits of Zhang the God of Wealth and the Kitchen God during the New Year. What's more, the Japanese pictures are printed particularly beautifully, so Qian Feng also finds it quite fresh!

"This is a trophy and must be handed over. Good thing I didn't say you kept the trophy for yourself!" Qian Feng began to put "hats" on Hu Sheng.

If it were Hu Sheng who had just been conscripted into the army, he would definitely be afraid of Qian Feng.

But now Hu Sheng is no longer afraid of him. They have been working together for such a long time and have fought side by side. Hu Sheng has also figured out some tricks of the veterans. How can he let Qian Feng enjoy this good thing alone?

"If you want to see it, let's see it together. We're all men." Hu Sheng came to grab it with a drooling face. When the two men stretched out their hands to pull, the pictures slipped out of their hands and fell directly to the ground.

“You two are really something! Pick it up quickly and don’t let others see it!” Niu Jingrui said hurriedly.

The pictures made them blush and their hearts beat fast, knowing that it was not a good thing after all.

But at this moment, Sancai said "Huh", picked up one of them, looked at it carefully, and then said seriously: "Look, whose picture is this? Why does it look like our company commander?"

"What? What did you say?" Qian Feng was unhappy at that time.

Who was their company commander? Of course it was Shang Zhen. Wouldn't it be insulting to say that the company commander was on the picture? He snatched the picture from Sancai's hand.

But after he snatched it away, he saw that the person on the piece of paper was indeed their company commander Shang Zhen, but it was not a picture. To be precise, it was a photograph.

It turned out that Sancai, a countryman, had never taken a photograph, so he thought that the photo was also a picture!

The person in the photo was clearly Shang Zhen, but he was wearing an officer's uniform and looked much more energetic than he does now.

Qian Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing. He could give the photos to Shang Zhen, but he couldn't tell him about this oolong!