"Ah——" someone screamed in the darkness.
This cry was loud, this cry was miserable.
And just as this cry was heard, a "flapping" sound came from the big bunk bed in the room.
A noisy sound of talking followed.
"What's going on?"
"I heard someone yelling!"
"It's not the Japanese who are here to attack the camp, right?"
The last sentence is the key point, and this sentence made everyone in the room shudder!
"Turn on the lights!" someone shouted in the darkness. It was their platoon leader Wang Laomao.
With a "click", the lights in the room came on.
Although the wattage of the bulb was not high, it was still an incandescent bulb. The room became bright at that time, and under the light, the Northeast Army soldiers looked panicked.
It's no wonder they are like this, they are the garrison troops of Fengtian Beidaying.
For some time now, the Japanese troops outside the city have been eyeing the city covetously. Now, just as I fell asleep, someone shouted, and then someone else shouted, "Are they Japanese soldiers coming to attack the camp?" Who wouldn't be worried and scared?
You know, they don’t even have a gun in their hands now!
How could a soldier not have a gun? The reason was that the order was “No resistance!” and the guns were locked in the warehouse!
Everyone was still in shock and looked at each other in confusion under the light, but only then did they realize that the doors and windows were intact, and there were no Japanese soldiers raiding the camp!
"Who the hell was that just now?" Platoon leader Wang Laomao was furious. It was like calling a ghost in the middle of the night. It was scary, frightening to death.
"I heard the voice of the newcomer, Ma Ganer! He was the one calling!" At this time, a soldier pointed at a very thin companion and said.
Everyone has sat up, including the skinny guy.
At this time, everyone saw the soldier called Ma Ganer sitting there with sweat dripping from his head.
"I heard the sound of Ma Ganer, there's no mistake! I was just about to fall asleep!" another soldier testified.
People in Northeast China are used to sleeping on kangs, and so are soldiers. The so-called big bunk bed refers to a row of large kangs, and all the thirty or so people in the platoon sleep on these kangs.
"Shang Zhen, was it you who shouted just now?" At this time, an old soldier had gotten up and stood in front of the skinny guy and asked.
"I, I, Third brother, I had a nightmare!" The skinny guy said in a low voice, feeling guilty.
As soon as he said this, a burst of "Fuck!" came from the rooms in this row!
Shang Zhen is his real name, and Ma Ganer is his nickname.
Ma Gan'er's nickname is so descriptive. He is a newcomer and no one in this platoon would remember his name.
He was brought from home to join the army the day before yesterday by Li Fushun, whom he called his third brother.
Li Fushun was a veteran in the Second Company and also a squad leader. He was also a close friend of their company commander Hu Biao.
To put it bluntly, the people he brought were actually just trying to make a living in the Northeast Army, so the company commander Hu Biao naturally had to give him this face.
But at that time, Hu Biao couldn't help but say something strange when he saw Shang Zhen, who was as skinny as a two-legged compass.
His original words were like this: "Everyone says 'Northeastern big man', then he's not a Northeastern big man, he must be a wild man or a stubborn man, but you are so good, you are just a Northeastern stick!"
So Shang Zhen got the nickname "Ma Gan'er".
"Zhu Kaishan, Hou Kanshan, you two shut this bastard's mouth!" Wang Laomao cursed.
With the platoon leader's order, two soldiers who had just been frightened rushed forward and pressed Shang Zhen directly onto the large plank bed.
The two soldiers were named Zhu Kaishan and Hou Kanshan.
It's just a coincidence that both of their names contain the word "mountain".
The "pig" and the "monkey" are the two generals under the platoon leader Wang Laomao.
There is really no need for soldiers to swarm over a skinny guy like Shang Zhen.
"Here are some socks!" A soldier nearby reached out and took out a pair of socks and handed them over.
"Those are my fucking socks!" A soldier nicknamed Lu Da Jiao complained.
"Why are you wearing socks with those stinky feet of yours? If the smoke could get rid of the hemp pole, we wouldn't have to worry so much!" said Hou Kanshan, who was stuffing socks into Shang Zhen's mouth.
Lu Da Jiao's feet are not just smelly, his sweaty feet can stink for ten miles even in the wind!
Once when they were traveling by train, Lu Da Jiao took off his shoes, and the whole carriage was filled with an indescribable smell of drunkenness!
If they were ordinary passengers, they could of course hide, but they were military personnel, so how could they just leave?
Although Wang Laomao helped Lu Da Jiao put on shoes in time, the smell was unbearable.
So much so that the people in their group later choreographed a set of music for Lu Dajiao called "Three Great Flavors in the World".
The three major smells are the fox hole on the mountain, Lu Dajiao's feet, and the Russians' armpits.
There is always a foxy smell in a fox den, which comes from the fox itself.
The Russians said that the Russians in the north had body odor, which smelled very strong, just like the smell in a sheep pen.
The stench of Lu Da Jiao's feet can surpass the sheep smell of the Russians, and is second only to the smell of the fox hole. This shows how smelly it is!
Amid the noise, Shang Zhen tried his best to turn his head and shut up, holding his breath to try to avoid the pair of smelly socks.
But his nickname was "Ma Gan'er", and even one soldier could hold him down, let alone two?
Zhu Kaishan was so strong that he pressed him down on the bed and prevented him from moving, so Hou Kanshan pinched his nose.
At this moment, no matter how dumb Shang Zhen was, he could figure out that someone pinched his nose, which meant that he had to open his mouth to breathe, but how could he be willing to open his mouth?
"Oh, little guy, you can really hold on!" Hou Kanshan laughed.
But no one wants this kind of praise.
After a moment, Shang Zhen, who couldn't breathe, had to open his mouth subconsciously, and at this time the pair of smelly socks were stuffed into his mouth.
Shang Zhen could only struggle desperately with a "woohoo" sound.
But he looked so thin and slender, like a snake that was grabbed by the waist and pressed on the bed. How could he have the room to resist?
This time, his mouth was stuffed and he couldn't vomit even if he wanted to.
This time, without waiting for Platoon Leader Wang Laomao to give any more orders, the soldiers nearby came with a rope and tied Shang Zhen up directly.
How can we not tie up his hands when his mouth is blocked? If he doesn’t tie them up, Shang Zhen will definitely take out his socks himself!
When everything was done, the whole room finally became quiet, with only the tied-up Shang Zhen occasionally making a "wooo" sound.
Li Fushun looked at Shang Zhen's pitiful appearance of being tied up like a dumpling and sighed helplessly, but he didn't even look at his platoon leader Wang Laomao.
He and Wang Laomao have a long-standing friendship and they both grew up in the same trench, so he naturally knows what kind of person Wang Laomao is.
Actually, this is not Wang Laomao’s fault.
They are in a military camp.
In recent times, Japanese soldiers outside Fengtian City have been ready to take action.
Although there were orders from above not to resist, who knew when the Japanese soldiers would rush in? What if a battle broke out?
This was not the first or second time that Japanese soldiers killed civilians in the three northeastern provinces, but the higher authorities tolerated it.
But as soldiers, who among them is not vigilant?
This time, the Japanese soldiers didn't come in, but Shang Zhen suddenly shouted like this when everyone was about to fall asleep. Don't you think it was scary?
This was thanks to the guns being locked away in the armory.
If they have guns with them, there is no guarantee that someone will pick up a gun and fire it. Can Shang Zhen bear such a responsibility?
Besides, since he is a soldier, his health is certainly not that precious. He has to suffer the punishment he deserves, and as the third brother, he can do nothing about it.
"Go to sleep!" Wang Laomao said angrily. Just before the soldier turned off the lights, he glanced at Li Fushun and complained, "Why did you get such a jerk to join the army?"
Li Fushun glanced at Wang Laomao and didn't respond.
Company commander Hu Biao and platoon leader Wang Laomao knew the reason why he brought Shang Zhen to join the army.
Because Li Fushun's parents died when he was very young.
His parents died and his family was very poor, so he was taken care of by Shang Zhen's parents since he was a child.
As the saying goes, one should repay a favor with gratitude, let alone Shang Zhen’s parents who gave him a new life.
Now Shang Zhen's father is dead, and Shang Zhen's mother is only breathing her last.
His mother entrusted her son to him. Do you think he could ignore him?
The soldiers' snoring could be heard again in the room.
After a tiring day, everyone fell asleep again quickly.
But in the darkness, only Shang Zhen, known as Ma Ganer, was staring at the dark ceiling with wide eyes.
He was "enjoying" the smell of the smelly socks, and no one knew what he was thinking.
This is Lao Zhe's fourth book.
Although this book was written based on "Three Generations and One Soldier", the style has changed.
Which young man doesn’t have the dream of defeating the Japanese and becoming a hero? It’s just that Lao Zhe had a great time writing about it in the first three books, so this book is actually written in a realistic style.
This book does not require any cheat codes, it all depends on Lao Zhe's writing skills.
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