It is said that it is a village, but it is actually a loose settlement of residents. This is the result of the special terrain of the local area.◇↓◇↓◇◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆The location of Bishan County is a narrow valley between Jinyun Mountain and Yunwu Mountain. It looks like a plain area from a distance, but it is actually covered with hills of all sizes. The residents' housing can only be built on part of the flat ground between the hills. In addition, water sources and transportation issues must be considered, so they cannot live together as densely as in the plain area.

Gerhart walked on the dirt road in the countryside, and was built by local villagers. Most of them were made of rammed earth. Only some steep slopes would be cushioned with stones or broken rocks. There were narrow rice fields on both sides of the road, and all the surrounding hillsides were reclaimed into terraces. It was midsummer and the crops in the rice fields were growing vigorously. It seemed that today would be a good harvest. If it weren't for the war, the surrounding farmers would have had a good income, as Second Lieutenant Gerhart thought so.

But now it seems that these Chinese people are quite happy. Everyone in their sight is smiling at him. Several children who look about twelve or thirteen years old follow him curiously. Every time he turns around, they will grin and laugh. Is there anything strange on my face? Second Lieutenant Gerhart took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, feeling a little confused.

The clothing of these Chinese people is very simple, with loose-fitting short tops and wide-leg trousers, and some wear mid-trousers that only reach the knees. The material of the clothing is quite average, with mostly gray-blue and gray-black colors. Some people only wear white linen sleeveless jackets, revealing their dark arms and chests. Geerhardt found that these Chinese people are generally very thin. Perhaps due to years of work, the muscles on their arms are slender and well-proportioned. Although they are not as strong as Geerhardt, they make people feel that there is huge power inside.

Except for the old Chinese man in the lead, he did not see anyone wearing socks. These people were barefoot, wearing cloth shoes and straw sandals of various colors. Several people even walked barefoot on the dirt road, which surprised Geerhart. Surrounded by the Chinese, Geerhart came to a very ancient building.

It has a tall white wall, and the paint on the wall is a bit mottled. Tiles are also laid on the top of the wall, and a very exquisite gatehouse on the front, with flying eaves and corners hanging under the eaves. Afterwards, Gerhart learned that the Chinese call this plaque. There are a lot of pink and white paper on the white wall next to the door. It is full of Chinese characters, and a row of large square characters are written in black paint on the wall. Although Gerhart doesn't know what he wrote, he knows that it must be some publicity slogans because he saw a big exclamation mark at the end of the sentence.

Gerhard looked at both sides and did not see the gate guard. The leading Chinese old man directly led the Air Force lieutenant to cross the high threshold. At this time, except for a few more decent Chinese people, they followed, and everyone else stayed outside the door, but the villagers did not leave, but stood at the door and watched.

Walking through the stone-paved front yard, Zhang Zhongfu brought Gerhart into the front hall, and then guided the Air Force Major to sit down on the Taishi Chair on the left side of the hall. It can be seen that the building has a long history. At this time, the structure on the top and the wooden pillars on the walls on all sides were mottled and decayed, but the exquisite wood carving decoration and some remaining painted patterns showed some of the glorious styles of that year. Gerhart sat on the Taishi Chair and looked left and right curiously, while the old man sat next to the crime on the front and stared at several Chinese villagers. The scene was stalemate for a while.

At this time, two strong men in short black cloth jackets led a middle-aged man in a blue long gown and walked in from the main entrance. Seeing the visitor Zhang Jiachang quickly got up to greet him. Gerhardt didn't understand what had happened, so he quickly stood up.

"I can't understand anything about what the Russians said, and I can only rely on Mr. Li." Zhang Jiachang bowed to the person who came.

"You are polite. I think this person must be the Russian. I have learned a few Russian words before. After all, I am here to help the government fight against the Eastern robbers. I will comfort him when I go and comfort him." The middle-aged man with a pair of thin-framed glasses and a warm smile on his face. He hugged Zhang Jiachang, then dusted the front of his long gown and walked towards the hall.

"Welcome, honorable guest." The middle-aged man spoke in a fluent Russian language and enthusiastically extended his right hand to Gerhart.

On the other hand, Lieutenant Gehrhart just stood there with an inexplicable look on his face and blinked his big eyes at the new Chinese. But then he quickly realized that the man should be greeting him. The Lieutenant of the Air Force quickly reached out and held it tightly with the other party.

However, the other party should be speaking Russian, but he hasn't learned a single word. It is said that many aviation school instructors have been trained in Russia, but by this class, they have been trained by themselves in Germany.

"Good afternoon, sir, do you speak German?" Gerhard asked with anticipation, praying in his heart that the other party could understand what he said.

"Oh?" Hearing Gerhart's words, the middle-aged man showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Are you German?" He took a step back and began to carefully look at the pilot in front of him.

"Praise God, I finally meet a German-speaking person. I am German, this gentleman." Gerhardt answered excitedly, then he pulled the hem of his jacket, and hit the heel of his heavy flying leather boots, nodded slightly to the other party and introduced himself: "Lt. Luftwick, Rudweg. Gerhardt."

"Luxing Air Force?" After hearing the introduction of the lieutenant, the middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he seemed a little rude. He hurriedly bowed and said, "My name is Li Yunfeng, you can call me Charlie Li, Mr. Lie."

"Okay, Mr. Li, what exactly is this place and how can I contact your government? My plane crashed nearby, and there was a comrade who forced a landing several kilometers away. I urgently need help from the Chinese government." Gerhardt opened his mouth and was having a series of problems.

"Wait a moment, please speak slowly. I haven't talked to people in German for a long time, and I'm already a little unfamiliar." Mr. Li quickly shook his hands and signaled Gerhard to speak slowly one by one.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Li. I'm really anxious." Gerhart answered quickly.

"I can understand your mood at this moment, please sit down and talk slowly." Li Yunfeng raised his arm and politely made a seat.

"Thank you, Mr. Li." When the Germans sat down, Li Yunfeng shook the hem of his long gown and sat down on a Grand Master chair next to Geerhart.

"Mr. Second Lieutenant, do you want some tea now?" Li Yunfeng asked.

"If possible, that would be great. My kettle was lost on the plane." Gerhardt took off the flying hat from his head and put it on the coffee table beside him.

"Please wait a moment." Li Yunfeng turned his face and waved to Zhang Zhongfu who had been waiting aside. Zhang Jiachang hurriedly ran over.

"This is not a Russian, but a German, and a second lieutenant officer of the Luftwaffe." Li Yunfeng said to Zhang Zhongfu in a low voice.

"What? You said he is not a Russian or a German? I even sent someone to report to the village office." Zhang Jiachang widened his eyes.

"This is a good thing. As long as you treat this German well, you will make a great contribution. Now you go and find someone to send a pot of tea and any snacks, fruits and vegetables, and do some. If you do this, you will benefit you in the future."

"What you want is Mr. Li, or someone you have stayed in foreign countries. You have drunk foreign ink. You are knowledgeable and can even speak German. You can chat with him here slowly. I'll prepare. Don't worry, I'll make sure to make him clean." Zhang Jiachang said, bowed to Gerhat first, then turned around and winked at the few people standing aside. A group of people walked to the back hall from the small door on one side.

"Mr. Second Lieutenant, this place is called Zhangjia Village. The person just now is the Chief A here. Oh, you can understand it as the village sheriff. I am a teacher at Chongqing University. A friend lives in this village, so I often visit here and visit the residents. I have no classes these days. I came to talk to old friends about things. They knew I could speak foreign languages, so I came here." Li Yunfeng held the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Geerhart with a smile.

"Zhangjiacun? Can you understand the map? Can you help me point me where it is?" Gerhardt pulled out the map from the inner bag of his jacket.

"Don't be so anxious. Mr. Lieutenant, Chief Zhang Jia has already reported your affairs to his superiors. I believe that the government will send someone to pick you up soon."

"That's great. I hope they can help me get my luggage back." Gerhardt finally felt relieved when he heard the other party say he had reported it to the government agency. He said jokingly, although there was no lack of original intention.

"I wonder if I can ask you a question as a lieutenant? Second Lieutenant, why did you come here? I heard that your plane crashed. Of course, if there is any secret involved, you don't have to answer me." Li Yunfeng took off his glasses, took out a piece of velvet from his pocket and wiped it.

"There is no secret to it. I believe your newspaper will report this news tomorrow. We fought a battle with the Japanese Navy Air Force in the sky. My plane was hit and injured by the Japanese during the battle, so I had to abandon the plane and parachutize. I landed on the mountain in the southeast. After going down the mountain, I met Zhang and these villagers, and they took me to this place." Gerhardt said as he took off his first aid kit from his lower back and searched it.

"Hey, I just remember putting a pot in it." The Air Force lieutenant took out a small portable wine pot from it, opened the lid and smelled it, and a smell of brandy came to his nose.

"I'll drink a drink after landing, which is very effective in relieving fatigue." Unscrew the lid and Geerhardt took a big gulp.

"Are you going to have some? I brought the very good brandy from France." He handed the wine pot to Li Yunfeng.

"Thank you, I haven't tasted it for a long time." Li Yunfeng was not polite. He took the wine pot and raised his head and took a sip.

"When I was studying in France, I really liked drinking brandy there. It's been almost ten years since I tasted this taste again, and it really makes people miss my student days." Li Yunfeng sighed and handed the wine pot back to Geerhart.

"You keep it, just treat it as a souvenir." Gerhart did not answer.

"There are our Air Force badges underneath, and my personal abbreviation."

"Thank you then, Mr. Lieutenant." Li Yunfeng put the wine pot on the coffee table and touched it, but found that there was nothing to give to repay the gift. His expression immediately became a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, I came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything to memorial."

"You don't need to apologize, Li, you have helped me a lot. You don't know how helpless I was before. The villagers here don't understand a word of German, and I can't understand what they say. Fortunately, you appeared in time. It's simply a savior given to me by God." Gerhardt looked grateful when he spoke.

Just as the two were still polite, a noise suddenly sounded outside the gate. Then a young man pushed open the crowd at the door and rushed into the door. He shouted loudly in the front yard.

"Zhang Jiachang! There is an Eastern ghost! The youngest girl from the Fourth Lady's family was caught by an Eastern ghost!"

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