"Uncle Wang!"

"Father-in-law!"

"Brother-in-law's eyes!"

"Master Taishan!"

"You're really beaten up, I'll never dare again!" The small dustpan tied to a tree called all the names about my father-in-law, and kept begging for mercy in his mouth.

But Wang Laomao didn't care what the small dustpan called him? He held a willow branch in his hand and kept whipping it on the small dustpan.

Although it is now autumn and the leaves have fallen, Shang Zhen and others are wearing tattered summer clothes. Coupled with the long-term marching and fighting, everyone's clothes are exposed.

So the thin willow branches were painful when they were pumping on the small dustpan, and the old cap wanted this effect.

Can it hurt the muscles and bones? That is impossible. How can an internal injury be caused by a willow branch that is thicker than a thumb when it is pulled on the body?

But does it hurt? How could it not hurt? It's like stabbing a needle with a person. It will definitely not cause any serious damage, but pain is inevitable after all.

The little dustpan is begging for mercy, but the old man Wang is also scolding the little dustpan.

Xiao Zhuoji called Wang Laomao and called him the name of his father-in-law, and Wang Laomao responded to a angrily scolding, such as "Little Baby", "Little Baby", "Little Baby", "** Baby", and then the willow branch fell on Xiao Zhuoji's arm, on the shin in front of the calves, on the feet, and on the back of his hands.

That really hurts you, at most, Rinko will be attacked, but it will never cause any major harm!

Wang Laomao whipped and beaten it down, and slapped the small dustpan to cry, and she wanted to cry but she didn't cry.

"I said you are really not interesting enough, you are all watching the fun!

Brother Hu Zi! Qiu Bo! Hu Zhuzi! That half-scholar, you can save my life!" Xiao Zhuji was beaten to the point of grinning. Seeing that Wang Laomao was slapped with a stern face, he could only ask others for help.

But no one can understand this kind of thing? Wang Laomao just made him hurt, and he wasn't going to kill him, so why did they stop him?

"Love is deep and blamed, it is good, good!" Chu Tian said so.

"I beat this little bastard so I can't help but make everyone worried!" Hu Zhuzi said.

"There is no small tree that is not straight, and people do not repair it!" Qiu Bo said so.

"Then why can't I go out to fight the Japanese? If our leader goes out to fight the Japanese alone, why are he still praised when he comes back?" Xiao Wuji was beaten up next to him, still stubborn. Seeing that no one helped him, he actually climbed up to Shang Zhen.

But at this time, Xiao Wuji didn't know that he was tied to the tree by Wang Laohu and the others, so he didn't look back, and Shang Zhen stood behind him.

Shang Zhen looked at Wang Laomao with anger and amused look at him and beat the dustpan.

Originally he wanted to plead, but when he heard Xiao Wuji say this, he said, "Beat me to death! This is the end if you act without permission in the future!"

"Ah?" At this time, Xiao Wuji realized that his only savior was behind him, but he was offended by him.

So he was beaten to cry and call him mom under the willow whip of Wang Laomao.

It was now the afternoon of the second day after Shang Zhen and his men attacked the Japanese army at night with the Guizhou army.

After receiving the small dustpan, Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao returned, and on the way they met other soldiers waiting for their return.

Erhanzi sacrificed the unexpected situation and had no chance to save it.

However, if Xiaohuojian goes deep into the enemy camp alone, there is still a glimmer of hope. Therefore, although everyone cannot rush into the enemy camp, they still hope that Xiaohuojian will return.

In the end, the small dustpan did not disappoint them.

After participating in the battle, of course they need to rest and retreat to the rear to eat and sleep.

But after they finished repairing, they packed up the disobedient little dustpan and entered Wang Laomao's agenda.

其实所有人都明白小簸箕挨揍,那是因为王老帽对他好,爱之深责之也切那揍(就)是这个意思.

The friendship between men will never be fully revealed like the men and women in later TV series, even though everyone understands it in their hearts.

So this little dustpan is not unfair at all!

Half an hour later, the small dustpan was finally put down.

Mr. Wang was tired of beating the hat. He sat cross-legged on the ground and picked up a cigarette. The little dustbird was not crying and calling his parents, but instead smiled.

"I said you are a slut, you're a slut. You're so happy to be beaten like this!" Hu Zhuzi said from the side.

"You know what a fool!" Xiao Zhuji replied, "It's my father-in-law who feels sorry for me. I know that I have worked so hard to fight the Japanese to loosen my muscles and bones!"

The words of the little dustpan made everyone laugh.

But he said another word to ask for a beating below: "My father-in-law is tickling me, it's so comfortable, it's so fucking to tick!"

"You little turtle!" Xiao Wuji's words made Wang Laomao jump up in anger, frightened Xiao Wuji so much that he ran away, and he grinned.

Death crime can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. It is impossible to get sucked by the willow thorn that Lao Duo put on, saying that it doesn’t hurt at all!

Wang Laomao stood up from the ground just to scare the little dustpan. He didn't want to use his old arms and legs to chase the little dustpan that was smarter.

Seeing that Wang Laomao stopped chasing him, Xiao Wuji hid beside him and sat on the ground with a smile.

"Little dustpan, I saw you throwing grenades on the Japanese machine gun position. It's over. When the flares are dark, you will be gone. Tell me where your cat is at that time? What did you do when you run into the Japanese nest alone?" At this time, Hou Kanshan asked curiously.

Last night, I saw that the little dustpan was fine, and everyone was happy.

After fighting for so many days, everyone was already very tired and retreated to the rear to rest. So even now, everyone didn't know how the little dustpan ran back from the Japanese position.

"After throwing the grenade, I thought that the little ghost's flare was bright in the sky. If I ran back, it would be a living target, so I jumped into the trench in front." Xiao Zhuan explained.

As soon as Xiao Guo said this, the person next to him showed such an expression.

In fact, some of them have guessed it.

At that time, the flares became dark for only a moment, and the small dustpan disappeared when the flares rose again.

So it is impossible for a small dustpan to run back, so his only way to survive is the anti-tank trench.

After all, the flare is not the sun. Since the flare's light does not shine vertically into the trenches, the trenches are naturally dark.

I believe that the small dustpan can escape from the sky under such circumstances.

Sure enough, what Xiao Zhuan said just confirmed their speculation: "I entered the trench and ran to the left, and when I met the Japanese on the way, I threw the grenade.

When he ran forward again, he bumped into the Japanese devils, stabbed them with a bayonet, rushed over and hid, and waited until the Japanese devils stopped shooting flares."

There is a sense of complacentness in the story of Xiao Zhuan.

Elderly people like Shang Zhen, Wang Laomao, Ma Erhuzi, Chen Hanwen, Qiu Bo, etc. really grew up watching the little dustpan.

They met Xiaohuoji in September 18, when Xiaohuoji was still a child.

But when the army was so fierce, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, five or six years had passed, and the little dustpan had now become a big man, and he had grown very tall and stronger than before.

Now the little dustbird's pride looks like he did five or six years ago, which made Shang Zhen and the others think of the small dustbird that was as clever as a little monkey.

The little dustbike was talking, and Qin Chuan, who had already leaned against him, reached out and poked him.

The little dustpan looked along the point of Qin Chuan's chin and saw a woman wearing a black police uniform walking towards their resting place. It was Ju Hongxia.

Different women have different temperaments.

Although Ju Hongxia is from Shanghai, her walking posture, her step by step body gives people a beautiful and cool feeling.

Ju Hongxia's eyes were all the soldiers looking at her and smiled and didn't care. Instead, she walked directly to Wang Laomao.

At this time, the small dustpan that tells his escape experience is no longer important, and Ju Hongxia becomes the focus of everyone's attention.

The same is true for Xiao Zhuan, but he whispered: "A old man, I wouldn't accept him as my godfather, I just don't want to, I only recognize my father-in-law.

I don’t know if that little woman would let the old man be his godfather?”

"Impossible! Don't worry about someone taking over that goddaughter." Qin Chuan lowered his voice and said, "I guess it's impossible for you to ask for a wife, but it's very likely that you need another little mother, little godmother!"

As soon as Qin Chuan said this, everyone laughed in a manly way.

At this time, the half-baked literati Chen Hanwen whispered: "Withed vines and old trees are jackdaw, and today the withered vines are about to bloom!"

With a "coaxing", a laugh suddenly sounded in the woods where they were resting. You can't really startle a jackdaw on the tree. Of course, people in Northeast China call it "Old Pig".
Chapter completed!