Anqing Ferry.

Zhang Wei and Qiu Qingquan led the troops after more than ten days of bloody battles, and finally arrived at Anqing, the ferry on the border of Jiangsu, did not encounter a large number of Japanese troops in the past two days, but a small group of Japanese troops continued to fight, and the troops of the Guangdong army lost almost half of their men and horses before they reached the Ningguo assembly area, and Zhang Wei and they only had 300 men and horses left.

What is happening in Nanjing now, Qiu Qingquan and they may not know, Zhang Wei, who is hiding in the field at this time, is naturally very clear, there are some things he can't do, he can't change anything by himself, the only thing he can do is to do his best to obey the destiny of heaven.

"Sir, when the search squad comes back, let's quickly arrange the crossing of the river, it's okay to say that there is no enemy nearby, the most important thing is to find a boat, you can't let everyone swim over" Zhang Wei said in a low voice.

"Well, it's better to find a ferry, if you don't have one, you can only tie up a wooden row, and try to cross it within one voyage." Qiu Qingquan glanced at his torn clothes and said.

In the distance, there was a rustling sound, the sound of shoes stepping on soft sand. The soldiers habitually raised their weapons, and the constant encounters in the past few days really made them fearful.

"Who?"

"It's me, sir, He Kun's voice came."

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief. He Kun came back with a group of people from the search team, these days of life and death, He Kun was covered in blood, and the military shoes on his feet were worn open.

"Well, is there a ship?" Zhang Wei asked.

He Kun took a breath and said: "Sir, there is no one at the ferry, just a few boatmen, we didn't dare to go up and ask, we took a general look, it seems that there are two or three boats, one big and two small." ”

"Are there any devils?"

"I didn't see any devils, we didn't see anyone else except the boatmen."

Qiu Qingquan nodded: "Let's cross the river." Zhang Wei answered, let He Kun lead the way, and the troops of less than three hundred people immediately walked out of the hidden grass, scattered, and advanced towards the ferry.

Zhang Wei looked at the scenery by the river, there was only a meager mist on the river, and there was no Japanese army around.

"He Kun, bring someone to pull those boats over, Qiu Wei, bring those boatmen over." He Kun took people to wade through the water and immediately pulled the three boats to the shore.

"Boss, the man has brought it back."

Qiu Wei brought back seven or eight boatmen, and several soldiers put weapons on the boatmen's heads. Zhang Wei asked Qiu Qingquan: "I'll ask them to see if they can take us across the river." ”

Several boatmen were so frightened that they bent over and didn't dare to look at Zhang Wei, which reminded Zhang Wei of the scene of the underworld robbery in the movie in his previous life, and the victim didn't dare to look at his face. Zhang Wei looked at their dress, they were born in poverty, so he didn't want to embarrass them.

"Fellow, we are not devils, we want to cross the river, it won't hurt you, now I'll ask a few questions, I'll just ask you answers." Several boatmen did not answer, and Zhang Wei acquiesced.

"Fellow, are there any Japanese here lately?"

The tall boatman clenched his fists and replied boldly: "Boss, a few days ago, a group of devils came to kill ...... Killed a few of our old buddies, and killed the people of the nearby village, and there were only three boats left. ”

"How many of them crossed the river?"

"They caught Ma Liu, more than a dozen of us were arrested, the general boat robbed four or five, the little fast crab robbed two or three, this group of people did not rob many boats...... I guess there are more than a hundred.

More than a hundred, that is to say, there may be more than 100 devils on the other side, and it is better to say that if you come to attack halfway, it will be miserable. Even if they fired at the time of landing, it would be enough for Zhang Wei and them to drink a pot.

"Okay, Qiu Wei, be polite to my brother, it's not easy to put down the gun."

Zhang Wei has asked all the questions he should ask, now it depends on whether these boatmen are willing to take themselves across the river, they can be the best, they can not Zhang Wei and they can be their own, and it is not untrained to cross the Yangtze River when they were training before.

"A few big brothers, we have a reluctant request here, can you bother a few big brothers to help take us across the river, after crossing the river, there will be heavy thanks." As soon as Zhang Wei's words came out, the boatmen all lowered their heads, too, no one wanted to joke with their lives.

"After the deed is completed, everyone who helps is twenty oceans, all of which are modern oceans." The boatman who had just answered the question slowly raised his head and asked tremblingly, "Sir, you can't arrest people or kill people."

Zhang Wei replied: "We are not devils, we have great gratitude after the matter is completed, these soldiers are also from poor people, how can the Chinese embarrass the Chinese." ”

"Sir, I'll come with you."

Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction. In fact, one person is enough for a boat, these old boatmen for many years are experienced, and their soldiers are not ordinary ferrymen, as long as they cooperate, they can pass quickly.

"Xiao Shunzi, your mother is still sick, don't you want to make money, give it a go, otherwise, you won't be able to live this day." After years of war, although Anhui and Jiangsu are the central part of the national capital, there are not many wars, but the problem is that the national government has only been stopped for a few years?

As soon as the boatman said this, not only that little shunzi, but also several other boatmen were moved, the purchasing power of twenty oceans is quite strong, and the boatman who had just answered Zhang Wei's question gritted his teeth and took a step forward: Sir, we will take you across the river by boat, you can't cheat, let alone kill people, that is retribution.

Seeing that the boatmen agreed, Zhang Wei was quite happy, and he should also show some sincerity, and took out the only dozen or so oceans left in his pocket, which were counted as deposits, and handed them to the boatmen, Qiu Qingquan saw Zhang Wei take out the money, naturally he couldn't be empty-handed, the chief of staff was rich, and the war was like this, and the guards directly took out two cylinders of oceans from the cowhide satchel, which were fifty yuan.

Zhang Wei looked at the boatman with straight eyes, "Is it enough, these." "Money can make the ghost grind, nearly sixty yuan of the ocean is smashed down, and the shipwrights have already fought for their lives, and it is also thanks to Zhang Wei's good looks and calm speech.

Zhang Wei told them that he would give the remaining forty yuan after crossing the river, as for the money, it must have been Qiu Qingquan, Zhang Wei didn't believe that there were forty yuan in the two big satchels.

"Sir, let's get on board."

The team, less than three hundred people, was divided into two large boats and four small boats. According to the capacity of the ship, the big boat can transport a platoon, the small boat can pull a half shift, just enough to pull everyone, and the big ship can squeeze it again, and a voyage is almost the same.

Zhang Wei's reinforced company, one row, two rows, three rows, each with three large boats, each boat with one more squad of soldiers gathered near the headquarters headquarters, four rows and the rest of the people in four small boats, one time across the river, is enough.

"Let's sail, sit tight, hold on!" The boatman let out a small yo, the pole pushed back, and the small fleet set sail.

Even in wartime, a shouting voice is a must, for the boatmen, this voice is shouted to the river god, but also to themselves, the voice is peace and life, even if it is a war now, they do not dare to violate the rules for many years.

This is the toiling masses, whose reverence for life sometimes far exceeds the fear of death.