Chapter 218 Occupational Disease

Luo Jiu scratched his head and found an excuse.

"I haven't had a head injury, but we just came back from studying abroad. The Gregorian calendar and the lunar calendar are different. I don't know how they calculate it in China."

"I see." The two nodded.

This is an occupied area, and the nearby devils may come over at any time. Political Commissar Zhao hurriedly said, "This is not a place to talk. Come with us into the mountains and hide."

Luo Jiu looked at the supplies scattered all over the ground and said, "Then please ask the comrades of the Anti-Japanese United Army to clean up the battlefield and bring everything you can use into the mountains. We will talk about it after we enter the mountains."

The soldiers' eyes lit up when they heard this. They were short of ammunition, the guns in their hands were worn out, and some were missing limbs, so they had to use them as countermeasures.

Seeing the Japanese weapons scattered all over the ground, they thought they were rare good things and rushed forward happily like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Everyone was dazzled by the guns, bullets, light and heavy machine guns, and cannons.

At first they thought it was just a small group of devils, but when they searched along the road, they found a regiment of devils! More than 2,000 people!

"Oh my God!" General Yang exclaimed inwardly, could it be that the ancestors in the underworld opened their eyes and sent five war gods up?

Five against two thousand, how did they win this battle?

Everyone had thousands of words and hundreds of questions in their minds, but because Luo Jiu said to wait until they entered the mountain to talk about it, everyone had to endure it, closed their mouths, widened their eyes, and frantically picked up equipment.

In the previous time and space, the five people all experienced military careers. They originally wanted to pretend to be overseas students, but once they arrived in this environment, their "occupational diseases" immediately struck.

Seeing how slowly they are cleaning up the battlefield, I'm really anxious.

This is very different from the people in the cleaning team. They only picked up the good things, but these soldiers wanted to pick up even the rags.

Luo Jiu couldn't help but ask, "That little soldier, why did you take off their clothes?

Don’t take these junk, just take weapons and food.

And that soldier, isn't it heavy for you to carry more than a dozen guns? Throw them on the car and drive directly into the mountains."

The two soldiers who were named were stunned. Who were they calling little soldiers?

They all look about the same age. These young comrades are obviously little girls, but why do they have the same temperament as the leaders?

Political Commissar Zhao came over and explained, "The weather is cold, and the soldiers don't have warm clothes yet. Even though the Japanese's clothes are torn, they can still keep out the cold if they are sewn together and worn inside."

Luo Jiu couldn't help but sigh. The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers had suffered too much.

Luo Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "Let's deal with the cotton-padded clothes. First, quickly clean up the battlefield and leave here as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Political Commissar Zhao said before he realized, eh? Whose orders did I follow?

But she immediately passed the message, "Clean up the battlefield quickly, and throw away all the junk."

Everyone was busy working, and the car tires were all blown and could not be used, but the motorcycles were basically in good condition.

Cheng Yaoyao looked at the motorcycle that was thrown there and couldn't help but wonder, "Why don't you keep it? If you want to launch a sneak attack or something, wouldn't it be very useful to have a machine gun mounted on it?"

General Yang said awkwardly: "We don't know how to drive, and we can't drive into the deep mountains."

Zhong Jialing said: "This is easy. I will teach you how to do it later."

Luo Jiu also said: "Is there a cave nearby? We can hide there? It would be very convenient to have a means of transportation. In case of emergency, it would be useful."

General Yang nodded and said, "Yes! There is a cave!"

So the five of them drove a motorcycle each, and called the soldiers to come on board so that they could enjoy the spoils together.

General Yang and Political Commissar Zhao got into Luo Jiu's car. They both held on to the handles tightly, their bodies stiff and extremely nervous.

Zhong Jialing led the way with a soldier who was familiar with the road conditions, and the motorcycle moved forward along the rugged mountain road.

Luo Jiu's car followed closely behind, General Yang's eyes were red for no reason, and he smiled bitterly: "Little comrade, you don't know, we have persisted in this mountain for several years, and our soldiers are almost wiped out, but we have never won a big victory like you.

To be honest, this is the first time we have made a motorcycle for the Japanese."

Political Commissar Zhao also said: "Heroes are born young. Seeing you means we see the hope of victory. One day we will drive all the Japanese out."

Luo Jiu glanced at them and felt quite sad.

These two ancestors who have left their names in history are both time-tested and outstanding fighters.

General Yang was imprisoned many times and suffered torture, but he never gave in. Even when he was betrayed by a traitor and alone, he fought the enemy for days and nights in the snow and with no ammunition or food.

After he died, the enemy cruelly cut open his stomach, but found no food inside, only dry grass and tree bark...

In order to cover the wounded soldiers who were captured, Political Commissar Zhao was subjected to extreme torture by the enemy. She was put on the tiger bench, poured pepper water into her mouth, and was electrocuted. Her injured leg was severely poked with a horse whip. She was tortured in every way, but she gritted her teeth and refused to yield.

Even at the last moment of her execution, she still raised her fist with her strong will and shouted: "Down with imperialism!"

A few short lines in history books are not enough to describe the sacrifices of the martyrs, but future generations can imagine what a tragic scene it was.

The two seniors were both very young, and were sitting safely in the co-pilot seats. However, Luo Jiu knew that they would both die heroically in a year at the earliest, and four or five years at the latest.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said meaningfully: "Without your persistence, we wouldn't have won today."

"Really?" Political Commissar Zhao asked with a smile, "Did we play such a big role?"

Luo Jiu answered seriously: "Yes, without you there would be no us."

The new Great Wall is built with flesh and blood. The younger generation does not need to shed blood, because the older generation has already shed blood, which led to the subsequent victory and peace.

Luo Jiu sent them to the cave and asked Cheng Yaoyao and the others to follow the warriors first. She took Zhong Jialing into the space to explain the situation first.

After this upgrade, the space has been increased to 10 people, almost enough for a football team. The place is so large that it can accommodate several aircraft carriers.

When the two came in, they saw Jiang An and Zhong Cunzhi moved two chairs and sat at the door of the mobile villa, crying to each other.

Zhong Jialing smiled helplessly, "Hey, why are you crying again? Aren't we all fine?"

Jiang An wiped away his tears and said, "Before I wore it, you didn't tell me it was so dangerous. In the hail of bullets, if you're not careful, you'll lose your life."

Luo Jiu smiled and said, "You don't have to be afraid, we just need to be careful."

Jiang An sighed, "If I had known this would happen, I would rather stay in this space for the rest of our lives. It doesn't matter if it's a little boring, at least we don't have to worry so much."

Zhong Jialing curled her lips, "No, that won't work. You guys can stay here, but we can't. We like to go everywhere. Besides, we are needed here."

Zhong Cunzhi pushed his glasses helplessly, "There's a war going on here, what do you need to do?"