Chapter 2126: The Heroes Who Were Stumped by Chapter 2088

What does "everything is good at home, but everything is difficult when you go out" mean? What does "a penny can make a hero fail" mean?

What does "gold is like iron when luck comes, and iron is like gold when luck comes" mean? What does "when people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will make their teeth ache" mean?

Now the heroes in Shang Zhenying are like this!

What Hu Zhuzi said is right. Let's not talk about whether the Japanese will sweep or not. They have to solve the problem of hunger first!

What they said about robbing the rich in distant places, and fighting the Japanese puppet army to support the war, are all problems of distant water not quenching the thirst near!

The most realistic problem is what to do if they are hungry now?

What can they do? They are guarding this ready-made village, so of course they can only find a way in the village.

However, Wang Laomao said that they are about to join the Eighth Route Army, and they can never do the thing of robbing food.

You say, if they rob the people, of course, although this is a last resort, but then they will transform into the Eighth Route Army.

Then one day, these Eighth Route Army soldiers came to the common people to do things, and suddenly an old man and an old woman pointed at them and shouted, "Hey! Aren't these people the Northeasterners who robbed our food a few days ago?"

Yes! If that's the case, will they still work in the Eighth Route Army in the future?

They will never do the things of being traitors to their ancestors, and the Northeastern Army can't go back. They are still small arms and legs in their own mountains, and even a carriage wheel can break them. This time they can't work in the Eighth Route Army, so what should they do?

So, under the instruction of Wang Laomao, they started forced buying and selling again, that is, we don't rob food, we exchange it!

If there is no money, then barter! Our Shangzhen Camp has guns. If they now have nearly five platoons of soldiers left, but most of them have two guns, one long and one short, if each of them takes out a gun, they can organize five more platoons!

Of course, they just wanted to exchange for some food, so five guns should be enough to buy them a few days of food instead of five rows of guns!

But something unexpected happened. They said they would use guns to exchange food with the villagers, but the villagers didn't want to exchange with them at all!

"Boss, what's the use of your guns for us? We are just ordinary people!

We don't know how to shoot, and we can't use guns to kill chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, pigs, horses, cows and sheep, right?

But look at our village, let alone big animals, even long-haired mice are nowhere to be seen now!" A middle-aged man in his forties said to Qian Chuan'er, and behind Qian Chuan'er were more than 20 soldiers with guns and bullets.

"Hey, uncle, that's what I said!" Qian Chuan'er said, "Just look at the guns we gave you, do you recognize them? These are all good guns, all Type 38 rifles we captured from the Japanese!

With this gun, you can shoot accurately without shaking your shoulders, and you can shoot four or five hundred meters without missing!"

The more Qian Chuan'er said this, the more the middle-aged man dared not to exchange. They were also hungry and anxious. Even Qian Chuan'er, who was as careful as a hair, didn't expect that the more you said this, the less people would dare to exchange with you.

All you took out were Type 38 rifles from the Japanese devils. God knows where you came from!

"Boss, we really can't take your guns!

Don't even talk about exchanging with us. It's useless even if you give it to us for free. Although our village has more than 100 households, where can we get food? The Japanese came and asked for food, the security division came and asked for food, and the Eighth Route Army came and asked for food. Where can we get food?" The middle-aged man didn't even mention the exchange this time. He insisted that there was no food in the village!

The village has food, which is the premise for negotiating food. This time, they blocked it directly from the root!

"Fuck your legs, you said there is no food, right? Search for me. If I find food in your village, I will break your legs!" Hu Zhuzi finally got anxious.

After Hu Zhuzi finished speaking, he looked at Wang Laomao. No matter how hungry he was, he knew that if he wanted to rob something, he would always need Wang Laomao to give the order.

More than a hundred people had no food, and Wang Laomao was also anxious. He had to endure the pain on his body, so he followed into the village.

"Search for what!" Wang Laomao cursed, "You can't search? They all said that the Japanese devils came to the base to raid, so the food, drink and daily necessities were hidden long ago. If you can find it, doesn't it mean that the Japanese devils can find it when they come?"

It can be said that Wang Laomao's year in the Eighth Route Army Baoduishan Anti-Japanese Base was really not in vain. He even knew how the base dealt with the Japanese army's raids.

When the Japanese devils came to raid, they burned, killed and looted. The Eighth Route Army's fighting method was to annihilate a group of them, while the common people would fortify the walls and clear the fields, hiding everything that could be useful to the Japanese devils, including food.

Therefore, Wang Laomao was sure that there was no food in the village.

"Fuck, I really don't believe it. Can a living person of this age be suffocated to death? We have hundreds of guns and more than a hundred heroes. Damn it! How many Japanese devils have we killed? Can we still starve to death?" The hungry Hu Zhuzi finally lost his temper.

The tiger man has a tiger spirit when he shows off his power. He even reached out to touch the gun, and the middle-aged man trembled with fear!

Wang Laomao also gritted his teeth. Really, can a living person be suffocated to death?

To be honest, the reason why he didn't let his people rob the people was because he really wanted to turn his battalion into the Eighth Route Army after contacting the senior leaders of the Eighth Route Army in Baodui Mountain.

But now it's really bad. These more than 100 people can't be so hungry that they can't even walk, right?

If it really doesn't work, just rob. If there is no food in the village, then take the villagers as hostages. He really doesn't believe it! The villagers don't take food in exchange for people!

In addition, Wang Laomao dares to guarantee that the middle-aged man who is now supporting these big soldiers is not from the Eighth Route Army. That would be strange!

Since you don't care about us, we will always take action!

Wang Laomao finally made up his mind, but at this time an accident happened. Suddenly someone outside the yard shouted: "Second Uncle, Second Uncle, it's bad, I see the second devils coming to our village!"

A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old broke into the yard with anxiety on his face.

Of course, this is all normal.

It is said that the little devils came to the countryside to sweep, and the villagers hid away. There is no way. Similarly, the Japanese and puppet troops burned the house, and the people were also helpless. The only thing they could do was to support their own troops.

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"Why don't you beat the gong quickly to let everyone run away?" The middle-aged man was also anxious when he heard the young man say that.

But at this time, Wang Laomao, who was originally planning to turn against him and grab the food, suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

People with guns are really good at talking!

After Wang Laomao shouted like this, neither the young man nor the middle-aged man could move.

"How many Japanese and Japanese soldiers came?" Wang Laomao asked.

"Three carriages, all with people sitting on them, it's really hard to count how many there are. I saw them turning off the main road and quickly took a shortcut back." The young man answered.

"Three carriages? Big carriages and small carriages?" Wang Laomao asked again.

"Well, I saw a big carriage, and the other two seemed to be small carriages, all pulled by one horse." The young man answered again.

When the young man answered, he was naturally looking at Wang Laomao, a fifty-year-old man with wrinkles on his face. At this time, he saw Wang Laomao grinning, which was a smile, but then Wang Laomao showed a painful expression again.

What's going on? The young man thought, but when he looked at the other soldiers, he saw that they all smiled.