The War of Resistance - #1247 - Chapter 1239: Murder in Wartime

In the darkness, Shang Zhen felt the light, and there seemed to be a hand gently stroking his forehead in that light.

Shang Zhen couldn’t help but frowned, why did he feel that hand was so familiar to him.

That hand was neither big nor small, square in shape, like a small rake for work.

Because of too much work, the hands are full of calluses.

So when that hand touched his forehead, there was a stabbing feeling.

Of course, Laba, that’s Northeast dialect, if it’s changed to something that Chinese people in East, West, North, South, and South China can understand, that is, when the hand touched his forehead, it felt stagnant, and it could relieve the itching.

Is this my mother’s hand?

Shang Zhen was confused.

He has not thought of his mother for a long time.

Originally, he thought he had forgotten his mother, but now that he thought about it, it wasn’t that he had forgotten, it was just that his memory had fallen asleep.

its not right! The day before September 18, I became a soldier. At that time, my mother who was lying on the kang had only one breath left. So who is touching me now? Could it be that my mother came to see me in that place?

Shang Zhen seemed to be sober and confused.

As a veteran, Shang Zhen is not afraid of the dead, let alone that the dead is his own mother.

But just when he began to miss the warm feeling of touching his forehead, that feeling disappeared.

Following that, his forehead was replaced by a slightly cool touch.

Um? This feeling is both familiar and unforgettable to me, why is it a bit like Leng Xiaozhi’s pair of cold “little melon seeds”.

He was on the way to **** Leng Xiaozhi to northern Shaanxi, so he had to carry that **** his back.

The girl mischievously stuffed her hands into his neckline, such hands in winter, yes, it is the cool feeling now.

Should I touch her something? I’m not too old anymore, and Shang Zhen’s manly heart began to make trouble in his sleep.

Memory is sometimes asleep, but likewise, a man’s physiology is sometimes just asleep.

It’s just that Shang Zhen is Shang Zhen after all, even at this moment subconsciously he is still analyzing according to his habitual logic, he is hot and cold for a while, isn’t it a sway?

Playing the pendulum is actually malaria, it is a feeling of hot and cold, it is similar to the situation in Shang Zhen’s dream.

In fact, what will Shang Zhen do?

Malaria is an intestinal infection, and he just confused fever with wiggling in his dream.

But at the thought of swinging, Shang Zhen finally retreated, and subconsciously turned over.

And it was just this turning over that made him grin in pain, and he woke up from a half-dream, and he opened his eyes.

The sun had already risen, and a beam of sunlight fell on his chest through the gap in the melon shed.

Only then did Shang Zhen realize that he had slept until the morning of the next day, and there was a hot feeling on his forehead, where did it come from his mother’s hand? Presumably that is the reason for the sun!

Only then did Shang Zhen realize that he was in the melon shed of Xiaojiu’s house.

After Xiao Jiu led him to this melon shed yesterday, he didn’t go to bed right away.

It’s just because his back is injured, it needs to be dealt with after all, and he can’t reach it by himself.

Xiao Jiu got water to help him wash it, Shang Zhen was only injured for half a day, the bleeding stopped but the wound did not scab. When Xiao Jiu touched it like that, the blood flowed down again.

The pain is indeed painful, but thinking about those soldiers who died and were seriously injured, this little pain, little ear pain! Shang Zhen endured it.

After cleaning, Shang Zhen casually ate a big pancake and went to sleep.

He also couldn’t figure out what that big pancake was like, just because the big pancake had been stained red by his blood.

Shang Zhen took a nap in the afternoon yesterday, and now the sun has risen, he glanced at the sky outside the thatched shed, there is always more than seven o’clock.

“Oh,” Shang Zhen couldn’t help but sighed.

tone.

His old mother should be gone, and he doesn’t know where Leng Xiaozhi is, but he still has to return to the main army after all.

But when he crawled out of the shack, he saw Xiao Jiu running over in a hurry.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Xiao Jiu exclaimed in surprise.

Shang Zhen nodded.

What city can a child have? Xiaojiu already regards Shang Zhen as a good friend who can talk about everything!

But just when Shang Zhen wanted to say goodbye to Xiao Jiu, a kind child, what Xiao Jiu said made him startled.

“Did you know? Someone died in the village again!” Xiao Jiu said.

What’s the meaning? Shang Zhen didn’t realize it. The Japanese devils killed two old people in the village yesterday. What does it mean that someone died again today?

“Have the Japanese devils come again?” Shang Zhen asked.

But at the same time, he thought in his heart, it’s impossible. Could it be that the Japanese devils entered the village quietly and shot them? Although I said that I slept relatively dead this time, but once there was a gunshot, it was impossible for me not to wake up.

“Oh! It’s not you, listen to me.” Xiao Jiu said, “Yesterday the village was on fire. Didn’t some people come back? But after they came back, there were fewer people. I heard from adults that they met Japanese in the wild. Devils, several people were beaten to death by the Japanese devils.”

Shang Zhen didn’t respond, thinking in his mind that Japanese devils are animals, that is robbers, it’s strange that they don’t kill people wherever they go, they don’t care whether your Chinese people are in the village or in the wild.

“But this happened yesterday.” Xiao Jiu continued, “I’m talking about the death in the village this morning, that is, the Liu Neng you said yesterday was killed in his own home!”

Um? Shang Zhen was really stunned this time, he couldn’t believe his ears.

Liu Neng was the villager who first accused him yesterday that the Japanese devils killed him because of the resistance of the squadron.

Liu Neng’s name, Shang Zhen, was of course heard from Xiao Jiu.

Liu Neng’s statement is actually very funny, ignorant, and like a turtle. This statement is like the Japanese invaders saying to the Chinese people, if you are all good citizens of the imperial army, then the imperial army will treat you very well. !

As far as Liu Neng’s awareness is concerned, this statement fits well with the Japanese invaders’ statement.

If it is really like what that guy Liu Neng said, the Chinese are not just afraid, but must have become slaves of subjugation!

Even so, Shang Zhen did not overreact on the spot yesterday. After being a soldier for so many years and fighting so many battles, he has seen many things.

He also just regarded Liu Neng as an unenlightened person, a kind of ignorance of ordinary people.

But now, that guy Liu Neng is dead!

“How did he die?” Shang Zhen blurted out.

“I heard someone crying at their house in the morning. When I went to see you, I really saw Liu Neng, but he only had a body and no head. I wanted to see it again, but was sent back by the adults.

I heard what the villagers said, they said it wasn’t because they were able to scold you again yesterday, you went over in the middle of the night and grabbed his head off, right? “Xiao Jiu said again.

“What? Where does this come from? How is it possible?” Shang Zhen was really shocked by Xiao Jiu, no, the villagers’ strange brain circuits.

He really opened his mouth wide, and after a moment of stupefaction, he came back to his senses and said anxiously: “They are all Chinese~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I have no grudge against him and I will kill him gaha?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said too, but if you don’t believe me, my father won’t let me move. I finally took a chance to report to you.”

“Oh”, Shang Zhen responded.

His mother’s hands with calluses, and Leng Xiaozhi’s slightly cold hands were all forgotten by him, and he, who was fully awake, began to think about the matter in front of him.

Of course Shang Zhen doesn’t know what’s going on now, he just knows that Liu Neng is dead.

So how did he die? How was it killed? How did the head fall off? Was it a kitchen knife or a machete?

Or was it chopped off with an axe?

This kind of thing is also like fighting on the battlefield. It is necessary to determine the enemy’s situation first.

Shang Zhen began to clear his mind, and while he was thinking, Xiao Jiu looked at him with clear eyes, it was obvious that this child believed in him.

It only took a moment, and Shang Zhen, who had already cleared his mind, suddenly laughed dumbly and said: “Then the adults in your village didn’t say to arrest me?”

Shang Zhen slept in the melon shed yesterday, and the people in the village should know that Xiao Jiu came to help him with his injuries.

Then, according to the brain circuits of those adults, it is reasonable for them to arrest themselves, a somewhat suspicious suspect.

“Someone told them, but no one dared to come over. You have both long and short guns.” Xiao Jiu replied.

Shang Zhen grinned when he heard Xiao Jiu’s words, and thought, what kind of customs are there in this place? The soft spirit bullies the hard one!

But the anger comes back, since I have encountered this incident, how much does it have to do with myself? Then I must go and have a look, Shang Zhen thought again.

“Come on, you come with me, I’ll go to the village to see what’s going on.” Shang Zhen said.