Perhaps because he was too engrossed, he didn't hear the boss's loud voice. Not only did his voice become louder and louder, but the noise also became louder and louder.
Due to the geographical environment, most of the buildings in the border town are made of wood and bamboo.
The overall structure is simple, but the ventilation and air permeability are good.
In a humid and hot environment, you won’t feel too stuffy, and it won’t be wet everywhere.
There was just one bad thing. Jiang Cha, the boss, and the waiter, who were sitting downstairs eating, saw with their own eyes that the whole house was shaking.
If the rice noodles in front of her hadn't been motionless, she would have almost thought it was an earthquake.
Good job!
As expected of the bald man’s direct descendant, his “combat” level is quite impressive.
If they come a few more times, the boss’s house will be lost!
I don’t know what time they will finish, so I feel awkward going upstairs.
After finishing her meal and saying hello to the boss, she went for a walk outside, hoping that it would be over by the time she came back.
The direct troops are disciplined no matter what, at least they will not spend the night here.
Otherwise, she would have to consider moving. No one wants to sleep in the middle of the night and their house collapses, right?
The streets were bustling with people in the evening, and the temperature became slightly cooler as the sun went down.
The idle cannon fodders wandered around the streets, and subconsciously turned their heads away when they passed by food stalls.
He sniffed hard, wishing he could suck up all the food on the stall right then and there.
Even though you can't put it in your mouth, it's still a pleasure to smell it.
No matter how the people at the stall looked at them, even if they were extremely disgusted, they still had to shamelessly hang around in front of the jars.
Who would be willing to leave if they could smell it more?
Going hungry for nine meals in three days after returning?
They managed to survive the battlefield, but the higher-ups used various excuses to say they couldn't verify their identities.
So they couldn’t be paid, and they weren’t even allowed to enter the camp, saying that it was a military stronghold where unidentified people were not allowed to enter!
They tried to get closer to him, but the cold barrel of a gun was pointed at them.
He said nothing, but just looked at the group of beggar-like people with pride.
Everyone searched all over the body, but found no weapons except a cook who had a kitchen knife.
Being a cannon fodder, unarmed and penniless, such a beginning is definitely suitable for the protagonist in a novel.
Unfortunately, the reality is that a group of people who managed to come back alive can only live together in a dilapidated temple in the town.
I can barely survive by begging for food every day, so how can I go hunting in the nearby mountains?
There was constant artillery fire every day, and the Japanese planes would come over from time to time to "lay eggs".
Not to mention wild game, there aren't even many wild vegetables.
Bombs could fall somewhere at any time, and the surrounding vegetation would be severely damaged.
The Nujiang River, which has nurtured the people of the small town for many generations, is now tightly blocked on both sides.
In the past, the two countries could visit each other, cross the bridge over the river to visit relatives, go to the market, etc.
Ever since the Japanese arrived there, life has been so hard.
The inns and restaurants in the town used to be doing a booming business, with merchants from both sides often trading with each other.
Business was booming with people coming and going. How good were life back then?
When the Kuomintang sent troops over, they thought good days were not far away.
Truckloads of supplies and military equipment arrived, and groups of troops came and camped not far from the town.
I saw that they were all well-equipped, with big leather boots clacking on the cobblestone road.
That force allowed the people to finally let out a long breath of relief.
So when the bald man's troops arrived, all the people were not only lining the streets to welcome them, but were also extremely happy.
The simplest way for ordinary people to express their love is to give them the best food at home.
Such as pickled bacon and spare ribs, homemade tanned wild mountain tea, hot boiled eggs, and prepared bait blocks.
Every day, large and small packages were delivered to the camp gate, and they would run away without waiting for the sentry to say anything.
Because everyone felt that there was hope for the future, and once they drove the Japanese away, they could resume their previous lives.
But who would have thought that those people ate a lot but didn't do much serious work.
They said it was the main force coming, and all the awesome equipment was imported.
But I've been here for quite some time, and I haven't seen anyone move forward.
At most, I just wandered around halfway up the mountain and never even went to the riverside.
Are they afraid of getting their suede boots dirty?
Those who really fought desperately across the river were all dressed in rags.
I heard that these people were gathered together at some point in time. They fought on the opposite side for a long time, but very few of them came back alive.
Every time these people came back, the people would spontaneously organize to send them some food and drink. As time went on, these people's allowances were never implemented.
They are everywhere on the streets like vagrants, and no one wants to pay attention to them.
Only those wearing big leather boots?
They are all just show-offs, no better than the beggars wandering around the streets.
At least they went to the other side and fought the Japanese with real guns and swords, although they later started to steal and skulk everywhere for various reasons.
It's so annoying, but if you trace it back to the fact that Big Leather Boots didn't pay them their salaries, right?
Every time the common people saw the main force dressed neatly with the clacking sound of big leather boots, they secretly rolled their eyes in their hearts.
What a bunch of useless people! They've wasted the eggs I worked so hard to raise. If I had known this, I would have been worse off than those people squatting at the wall!
On the way, Jiang Cha clearly felt that the people here had two different attitudes towards the bald soldiers, but they didn't express it very obviously.
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