The old Song Tou, the picker, sells in Trojan County, there are all kinds of candy, and there are small things with needles and threads, which are popular with the children of the people in the county.

Since there were more people in Trojan County, he often came over, and the foundation was also checked by the group, and it was very clean, so it was unimpeded in most places in the county, and he was very familiar with everyone, and the business was good.

A large group of ordinary soldiers were picking things out in front of the stalls, handing over a few crumpled tickets, and no one would notice that a certain ticket might have an inconspicuous symbol on it, and even if they did, they would only be regarded as accidentally soiled.

Of course, the children who like Lao Songtou the most are those children, who can't take their eyes off the sweet and sour candy, begging their parents to buy it, but they are often not satisfied.

Xiaohua used to be one of those unsatisfied children, but now that Long Yun is gone, she has a thousand ways to get some money from Lin Shiwen to satisfy her cravings and generously share it with her playmates, with a pride on her little face.

She didn't know how much she had learned Long Yun's kung fu, but she had learned ten out of ten about the style of the heroine.

Looking at Xiaohua's little face, Lin Shiwen smiled, her pretty face was full of thoughts, although the army had been gone for less than ten days, for her, it seemed like a long time after centuries.

Thinking of her boldness that night, her heart began to beat suddenly, the memories of every second of that night were so vivid, as if they had just happened, she felt that these memories, even if she was decades later, could remember any bit of them.

However, as soon as she thought of the uncertainty of life and death for Lu Yuan and others when they went out, her heart began to hang in the air, and she sighed long, secretly hating this world, hating those damned Japanese, if they hadn't come, her father would not have died, and the man she loved would not have to go out and work hard.

These days, Lin Shiwen went to the intelligence room every day and heard a lot of news about the battlefield, including Xue Yue's troops breaking the enemy army in the Wanjialing area, the 106th Division suffered nearly half of the casualties, and the Eighth Route Army recovered a lot of county seats, and ambushed the Japanese army at a certain encirclement point, but more than that, it was bad news - the situation on the battlefield in Wuhan kept deteriorating, the Japanese army broke through the outer defense line one after another, and Wuhan was already in danger......

"I don't know when this war will be over......"

Lin Shiwen sighed and raised her head, and saw Liang Xue, holding some bandages and medicines and hesitating not far away, as if she wanted to come over, but she didn't, she just looked at herself weakly, which was extremely pitiful.

So, she stood up, and the moment she saw the light in the other party's eyes, she turned around and walked away, refusing the other party to approach.

Finally snatched something from Long Yun's hands, she didn't want to share it with one more person, even if she knew that the other party's mood at the moment was just like her own at the beginning, it hurt like a knife.

Liang Xue looked at Lin Shiwen's back, her eyes were full of sourness, she thought that compared to Long Yun, Lin Shiwen was more approachable, but now she found out that she was wrong, no matter who wants something that others cherish, it is not so easy.

"Perhaps, wait for Brother Lu to come back, and then talk about it......"

She thought silently, and then headed for the wounded barracks.

"I don't want you to rub the medicine for me, I want Sister Xue to wipe my ......"

It was the voice of the cow pimple, and the voices of Wang Ma Gong, Xu Yun and others were also shouting: "Yes, yes, we don't want you to change the dressing, what about Miss Liang?" Where is she? ”

Before entering the wounded barracks, Liang Xue heard these things, a little happy, and a little embarrassed, although this is her current job, but changing the dressing of a group of bare-bottomed men is still not a happy experience.

"You perverts......"

The girls of the health team scolded indignantly, there was anger that good intentions were not repaid, and there was even more depression that they knew that they were not as good as others, so Fujita Jiro smiled awkwardly, and softly asked the health team members to clean up the ward while giving a few officials and gentlemen to laugh.

The longer he stayed in Trojan County, the more he found himself inseparable from the place, especially as he heard their tragic stories from the mouths of those who were suffering.

He never imagined that the imperial army, which represented the emperor, could be so inhuman, and he even felt that such an imperial army should not exist in this world.

The wounded barracks were empty now, but he hoped from the bottom of his heart that when the team returned in a few days, the wounded barracks would still be empty, although he knew that the more this was the case, the more his compatriots would die.

But he couldn't help but look forward to it, even if it gave rise to a lot of guilt for the emperor.

"Sister Xue......"

"Miss Liang......"

Fujita Jiro's thoughts were soon interrupted by a burst of cheers, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw Niu Pimple Xu Yun and others pouting their injured buttocks as if they were waving flags, he remembered that the first time he saw them, they were so fierce and vicious like villains, and the more he came into contact with, he found that these men all had their own cute sides.

"What are you laughing at, two devils? What did you say, fair lady, gentleman is a good ball, you know? But you don't understand, it's a poem......"

Wang Ma Gong was not ashamed to show off his newly learned poems, while Xu Yunluo Youcai on the side was already writhing in a serpentine shape, and took out an egg from his arms, a wild fruit or a piece of flower cloth that he didn't know where to pick and flattered Liang Xue.

"It's a gentleman!"

Fujita Jiro corrected angrily, although he knew that the two devils were a contemptuous name given by the Shina people to the traitorous scum of their clan, and called him the second devil because he was a traitor in the imperial army, which was not a good name anyway.

But he didn't feel harsh when he heard it, because he knew that these people gave themselves nicknames because they really liked themselves and thought they were their own.

It's just that every time he hears it, he feels some indescribable sadness, like standing on a single-plank bridge, with an abyss on both sides, and falling to that side is an extremely cruel choice for him.

"Sister Xue, your hands are so soft, they don't hurt at all when you take the medicine!"

"Pimple, you shameless goods, Miss Xiaocui is still cold - Miss Liang, this kid is not a good thing, don't bother with him...... I'm different, I like a person, it's a single-minded sea and rocks......"

"Xue'er, my family is my only seedling, nine generations of single transmission, can't I cut off the incense here - in my heart, only you, I won't look at other women......"

Cow pimple king hemp pole and others are not honest even if they change dressings, spitting and flattering to buy bitterness, listening to the girls of the health team babbling, Fujita Jiro feels that his goosebumps can fall a few baskets.