When it was getting dark, two people came out of St. Peter's Hospital with a stretcher. They only left the gate of the hospital. They came up from a courtyard next to the hospital.

"What's going on? Is this cured or not?" someone asked in a low voice, it was the sound of a small bumpy one.

"Stealed the left arm." One of the two people carrying the stretcher replied, "It was Qian Chuaner."

"Ah." The little dustpan responded, and the sound was a little disappointed but not surprising.

They are all veterans. In this case, it is a blessing that Ma Tianfang can save his life. If he loses an arm, he will lose one. After all, the veterans have seen too many miserable situations.

"Why didn't you stay for a few more days? She shed so much blood." Another person asked, it was Qiu Bo.

"We were wearing guns on our bodies, but we were discovered by the foreigner and had to leave. They were afraid that the Japanese would come and then kill everyone in the hospital." Qian Chuan'er answered again.

"Okay, let's go." This time it was Shang Zhen who spoke.

So the two of them explored the way forward, and the two carried the stretcher, and the four of them quickly disappeared into the increasingly thicker and thicker twilight.

More than an hour later, Shang Zhen and the other four had already appeared outside this not-so-large city.

"Call everyone up, count the number of people and leave quickly, the farther away from the big city, the better." In the darkness, there was Shang Zhen's voice.

So the sound of calling was extremely low, the sound of packing up, the sound of slight collision of guns sounded, and soon there was a rustling sound of footsteps heading towards the west of the city.

At dawn, a team that looked so exhausted was still walking on the road. All of them were the clothes of ordinary people, but everyone was holding weapons in their hands. This team was Shang Zhen and the others.

Shang Zhen and the others had been away for a whole night, and now they urgently need to find a place to rest in seclusion.

But there are no such simple things. They still have about 30 people now. Of course, there are very few people fighting against the Japanese army, but it is definitely not easy to find a suitable place to rest in the enemy-occupied area!

"Little dustbike and I go up to the front and find a place to rest while dawn." Shang Zhen ordered.

So the small dustpan stepped forward and the two of them walked forward quickly.

Another hour later, Shang Zhen and his group had already appeared outside a small village surrounded by hills.

The village is not big, just like dozens of families.

However, although there are few people who either collapse or have fallen walls or have already become overdue, they still have not escaped the poison of the Japanese army.

Naturally, there is no smoke in such a village, but Shang Zhen fell in love with the hidden nature here. It is unlikely that the Japanese army had already slaughtered this village.

"Brother Huzi, Qin Chuan, you two are here to stay guarded first, let's go into the village to take a look." After Shang Zhen gave the order, their exhausted team walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, they soon found the body in the village. As for the death, it is impossible to describe it. It is no different from what they have seen in the past few days of marching.

At this time, not only Chu Tian’s female student, but also Gao Yuyan’s face turned pale again.

The two of them in this team did not have much experience in war.

Chinese people talk about fate in everything. For example, some men are called "female fate", which is almost the same as flowers bloom when they bloom.

But they couldn't understand why these two of them were so popular!

At first, I didn’t count by hiding in the grave circle, but this time I just got into the pile of dead people!

But then what can I do?

Gao Yuyan could understand that Shang Zhen could find such a village as their resting place, but that was the most ideal thing.

The village has been slaughtered by the Japanese army, so it is unlikely that it will come again.

The village is relatively small. If the Japanese army killed all the people in this small village, it would be unlikely that some people would come again. They could stay in this village for a few more days temporarily.

After all, Ma Tianfang was only cut off one of his arms. Although he had woken up, his body was very weak. He needed to be raised, but it was definitely not suitable for someone to carry him around on a stretcher.

There is no need to see the house that has been burned and built. Anyway, there is no need to live in it, so Shang Zhen and the others went to those families whose houses were too hot but had brick and tile structures.

"Huh? Why are there so many big jars here?" The small dustpan that walked into a courtyard said curiously.

This is not only Xiao Wuji's own question, but also the common question of others.

The courtyard of this family is quite small. When they enter the stone wall, they will see a row of waist-high tanks in the yard.

"It seems like a workshop, making dashes." Yu Zuolong said.

Yu Zuolong is not from Northeast China, and he still knows some of AH's eating habits.

Yes, although Shang Zhen and the others have not crossed the Yangtze River yet, he has reached the Ah territory.

However, because Nanjing is very close to Ah, the city where Shang Zhen and his team went to was already within Ah.

"It's Dashe, southerners should eat noodles sauce." Wang Laomao guessed at this time.

Everyone looked at the big jars. One of them had been broken. The dark red ones under the big jars had already dried up. It seemed that they were soy sauce without moisture.

However, it is obvious that the dai sauce here is different from the dai sauce that Northeastern people like to eat.

The soy sauce eaten by Northeastern people is made of cooked soybeans.

"The Japanese devils are not hidden in this big soy sauce jar, right? The devils are not as tall as the big jar." Bai Zhan said guiltily at this time.

Bai Zhan’s words are nonsense. No matter how short the Japanese soldiers are, they will definitely be taller than this big tank.

"There are only thieves who can get into this big tank." Wang Laomao stabbed Bai Zhan, so Bai Zhan shut up.

Wang Laomao walked forward as he spoke, but when he was about to walk in front of the big tank, Shang Zhen, who was walking in the front, suddenly waved his hand.

With Shang Zhen's wave of his hand, the team that had just had a little lively atmosphere stopped their pace, and even Bai Zhan raised his horse box.

But Bai Zhan immediately found that he had overreacted, and Shang Zhen, who was walking in the front, did not touch the gun at all.

If there is really a situation, Shang Zhen must first draw out his gun.

"What's wrong?" Wang Laomao walked up to him and stood side by side with Shang Zhen, asking in confusion.

But then he was stunned, because he followed Shang Zhen's gaze and saw that the big tank had two feet exposed!

The feet are not big, and they look like a three or four-year-old child.

As for what is under the foot, the old man Wang is not able to see it because the Dajiang is opaque, but is there anything else to ask?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that there was nothing special, everyone else walked forward again.
Chapter completed!