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The fighting is still going on in Xiaoli Village, but it has been peaceful for a long time, but the Japanese don¡¯t know where they went, and there is no trace of anyone.
Zhang Xian felt that the surroundings were eerily quiet, and he could only hear the occasional crackling sound of firewood burning in the field. He looked at Ma Wenlong, who was listening attentively to something. He also listened attentively, and suddenly heard a slight noise coming from under him. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he immediately thought that there was someone under his house, and the Japanese must be secretly hiding there. He got into the house beneath him.
He pointed to Ma Wenlong, and Ma Wenlong immediately understood and started to gently peel off the black tiles on the roof. Zhang Xian also followed his example, carefully uncovering the tiles under him, and looked down through the gap. He couldn't help but feel his heart tightening. There were three Japs approaching him quietly in the room, but that was the moment. The tiles were uncovered, and a beam of sunlight shone directly, alerting the three Japanese. The leading Japanese raised his gun to the hole and shot him. Fortunately, Zhang Xian did not lean his head against the hole to see, otherwise It will definitely be shot through the head. Even so, the bullet still grazed the tip of his nose, shocking him into a cold sweat. But the other two Japanese soldiers also fired their guns upward, leaving him unable to attack on the room. He took out a grenade from behind his back, which was exactly what Zhang Yi had given him just now. At the time, he thought it was useless, but now he just needed it. He unscrewed the cap, pulled out the fuse, watched the grenade emit smoke, and threw it through the hole in the roof. At the same time, he jumped over the riding wall and jumped to the roof of another room next to it. As the grenade landed, it exploded with a "boom" and the three Japanese were killed on the spot before they had time to escape.
At the moment when the grenade exploded, Zhang Xian had already jumped to another roof, and half of the house just now had been blown down. Zhang Xian had just stood up, and in a glance, he saw two Japanese soldiers in a corner raising their guns to shoot at him. He hurriedly leaned down and heard two gunshots. The two bullets flew away. If If it weren't for my quick reaction, I would definitely be both dead and injured now. At that moment, he was merciless and shot one of them first. The other one was frightened and did not dare to shoot him again. Instead, he thought about running away. In this way, Zhang Xian seized the opportunity. Pulling the bolt, another shot killed him.
Compared to Zhang Xian, Ma Wenlong was much more ghostly. He did not take out the entire tile, so there was no sunlight entering the house. He also saw three Japanese soldiers approaching him in the ancestral hall, but he It was better to strike first, point the gun down, and shoot three times in a row to knock down the three Japanese who wanted to make a sneak attack. These three Japanese soldiers also fired three shots, but because they could not find the location, they all hit the tiles.
When Ma Wenlong eliminated the enemies beneath him, he looked at Zhang Xian and he had already jumped to another rooftop.
Obviously, the sound of grenades just now also alerted the Japs. A Japs hid behind the corner and threw a smoking grenade. However, when the Japs threw the grenades, they were also included in the effective hunting range by Ma Wenlong. He As soon as the grenade was thrown out, Ma Wenlong's gun fired, and he fell to the ground. However, this grenade also rushed towards Zhang Xian. Zhang Xian reacted very quickly. Knowing that he could not stay on this roof any longer, he rolled over and rolled down the room. The grenade exploded on it. When Zhang Xian landed, a fragment scratched his arm, and blood immediately flowed out. come out.
When the dust was flying, Zhang Xian rolled to a corner and felt the pain in his left arm. He quickly tore off his clothes and bandaged his wound to prevent too much blood flow. He didn't know yet that this battle was going to end. When will it end.
Several more Japs were shot by Ma Wenlong. The Japs were frightened. Seeing that their casualties were increasing in the face of two snipers who had missed their shots, they thought of escaping.
At this time, Ma Wenlong controlled the streets of the entire village. As long as he appeared on the streets, he would be hit. A few Japs tried to rush out, but their lives were in vain. So, they have been hiding in the house, not daring to show up again. This provided an opportunity for Zhang Xian.
There were only a total of fifty houses in this village. Zhang Xian walked flexibly through them and searched. Although there were still Japs resisting, the enemies who had no fighting spirit had already lost their previous Ming Rui and became dull. Even if they fight to the death, After a fight, there was no calmness and thinking, so many Japs were hit by Zhang Xian like targets. Once one of the two Japs died, the other one would go crazy and become Ma Wenlong again as soon as he showed up. The ghost under the gun. This was really a massacre. Even Ma Wenlong and Zhang Xian felt as if they were in a slaughterhouse. But when they looked at the flames on the village field that had not been completely extinguished, the unforgettable hatred could not be tolerated by them at all. I can¡¯t bear it. Deep in Zhang Xian's subconscious, the tragedy of Nanjing and the grief and anger of Chongqing are still buried. At this moment, unknowingly,?¡±
"Oh, what are you thinking about?" Ma Wenlong asked.
"Regardless of party or faction, everyone comes to resist. This is a great song!" Zhang Xian told him sincerely.
"Yes! Fighting Japan together regardless of party affiliation is our party's consistent position and policy. It's just a pity"
Before Ma Wenlong finished speaking, Zhang Xian interrupted him impatiently: "Brother Ma, can you stop telling me this? I hate this kind of preaching from you Communists!"
Ma Wenlong laughed and backed down: "Okay, I won't talk anymore! Then you can find something to say."
Zhang Xian turned to look at Ma Wenlong's smiling face, and suddenly thought of something. "Do you know where I lived when I was in Wuhan?" he asked.
"Where do you live?" Ma Wenlong asked following his words.
Zhang Xian smiled and said, "I live at No. 18, Parrot Street, Hanyang."
Ma Wenlong was stunned for a moment, but Zhang Xian saw his eyes flash suddenly, then turned to the distance, and said calmly: "Is that place okay?"
Zhang Xian nodded and said intentionally: "The owner there is called Liu Zhijie. He had two sons. However, the eldest son died in the battle of Wuhan!"
Ma Wenlong couldn't help but trembled, but he didn't turn his head to look at Zhang Xian, nor did he speak.
Zhang Xian continued: "He also has a younger son. The old man told me that his younger son was the least promising. He kicked him out more than ten years ago and never went back. However, I can see that, In fact, this old man misses his youngest son very much and puts his photo in his bedroom and looks at it every day."
Ma Wenlong said nothing, just like Zhang Xian just now, still looking at the starry sky in the distance, silent.
Zhang Xian was silent for a long time. When he saw that Ma Wenlong didn't answer, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and persuaded him: "Brother Ma, you should go back and take a look when you have time. The old man is already very haggard. He really wants to see you."
Ma Wenlong suddenly turned around, but Zhang Xian saw tears flashing in his eyes, but he pretended to be very indifferent, smiled casually, looked at the night sky again, and said leisurely: "Really? You already know me. Is he his son? Haha, he was the one who drove me away in the first place, it was not me who wanted to leave him!"
Zhang Xian was stunned. He didn¡¯t know how to persuade Brother Ma. Looking at this, something unpleasant must have happened between their father and son. He suddenly remembered an old saying and couldn't help but read it out: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to support but cannot be kissed." He turned around and looked at his younger brother Zhang Yi who was joking with the guerrillas over there. There were many emotions: "You know? Brother Ma, although the three of us brothers are still alive today, but think about when our parents were still young and ignorant, we don't think so. At that time, we were Being so naughty means parents have to work so hard. But now, it has become a luxury for us three brothers to have fun together with our parents again!" As he spoke, his eyes became moist.
Ma Wenlong remained silent, perhaps he was pondering what Zhang Xian meant.
Zhang Yi ran over again holding the kettle and handed it to Ma Wenlong first, but Ma Wenlong waved his hand and asked him to pass it to Zhang Xian. Zhang Xian took a sip and returned the kettle to his brother.
Seeing Zhang Yi skipping away, Ma Wenlong sighed: "Zhang Xian, I really envy you for having such a good brother!"
Zhang Xian looked at him and said meaningfully: "Actually, Brother Ma, I also envy you, for having such a good father!"
Ma Wenlong¡¯s relaxed face tightened again. He was afraid that Zhang Xian would see his embarrassment, so he turned his head to the other side. However, Zhang Xian can still feel that deep in his heart, he has been hesitating and struggling! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com