A few people who pull foreign cars sit on the street and wait for work, but there is not much work today, and there are not many people in Qiandeng Town, but there are not many people in the car. "If I can't make money like this, my family will be cut off, adults are better, what can children do." Boss Jin had a sad face, and the rickshaw drivers sitting next to him were also average.

"I'll tell you a few, it's already very good to have a stutter in this chaotic New Year, don't be so picky, it's already very good to survive if you don't do it, look at what these refugees eat on the street." Cao Dalu, who was squatting and smoking, got up slowly, and there were a few refugees squatting there on the corner not far from them, munching on hard cakes.

"Dalu is right, let's make do with this year."

"yes, we're much better off than those who fled."

Cao Dalu is the most difficult one in this gang of foreign cars, his wife has long run away with someone, leaving a son who was pulled by Cao Dalu to grow up, and the son's small bun is thin and small and does not like to make a noise, and all day long he only knows that he squatted on the threshold of the house and waited for Cao Dalu to collect the car and go home. "Damn the world, damn the Japanese." Cao Dalu walked to the refugees at the corner of the street, took out the pickle strips he had kept for lunch from his arms, and handed them to a child who looked as big as his own small steamed buns.

"The road is righteous" The other coachmen saw Cao Dalu sending pickle strips to those refugees, and couldn't help but praise Cao Dalu as a righteous person, but the situation at home was similar to Cao Dalu, and they wanted to help like Cao Dalu, but they were powerless.

Cao Dalu stretched out his hand and stroked the mouse's head and turned around to leave, but his demeanor instantly became respectful, and a small group of soldiers was walking over at the corner of the street as far as he could see. Tang Cheng and Lianzi followed behind Liu Goat, as well as a few disabled Second Company Divisions, all of whom were silent, because the team looked a little sad. Walking to the center of the stone street, Liu Goat waved his hand, Tangcheng and they all stopped, and the whole team stopped in the center of the street without warning. There were no words, no movements, Liu Goats and they stood in the middle of the street so abruptly, everyone straightened their backs and stood straight. The people on the slate street from the initial panic and envy to slowly fell silent, Liu Goat and their whole team seemed to have some kind of magic, so that more and more people gathered on the slate street, and people gradually surrounded them, so that the lifeless street finally had some vitality. After receiving Liu Goat's hint, Tang Cheng lost no time in unfolding a piece of paper and read it aloud: "The words are to the people of Qiandeng Town, the enemy is coming, and the soldiers are coming to the city......"

Liu Goat suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the piece of paper in Tang Cheng's hand, rubbed it and stepped on it, and then took a few steps forward with murderous anger on his face and shouted, "What words are not words?" Who can understand all those foreign words. We were the wounded soldiers of the 88th Division of the National Revolutionary Army who were withdrawn from Shanghai to recuperate. When we arrived, we had already met the Japanese advance troops outside your town, and the little devils might be able to hit Qiandeng Town with the skill of talking. ”

As soon as Liu Goat's words came out, the people gathered around the town exploded, especially the refugees who fled from Shanghai. "This boss, you are all soldiers, you can't leave our Qiandeng Town alone, the old man is willing to donate 500 yuan to you to offset the military expenses, as long as you can keep our Qiandeng Town from being harmed by the Japanese." The owner of the grain shop who was crowded in the crowd to watch the excitement couldn't bear it, and there were still thousands of quintals of rice in his shop, and if the Japanese occupied Qiandeng Town, his rice would be all over.

"That's right, bosses, as long as you can stay and help us defend Qiandeng Town, we are willing to donate money and food" Those merchants who are all in Qiandeng Town also shouted, refugees with their families can leave Qiandeng Town at any time, what can they do with these industries or locals who have lived here for generations? The only way is to think of keeping these Qiuba, who look murderous, because they have guns in their hands, and the Japanese can stop them for a while.

"Money, we have it ourselves." Liu Goat took the rattan box that Niu Wazi had been carrying in his hand and spread it on a wooden table on the side of the street, and uncovered the red cloth in the rattan box, which was a whole basket of silver ocean. Listening to the exclamations and whispers from the crowd, Liu Goat shouted loudly, "This money is the military expenses of our 88th Division, not much, only 100 oceans, the purpose of our coming here today is to recruit soldiers, but not to recruit ourselves into the army, but to recruit regiments for you Qiandeng Town, for half a month, two oceans per person as military salary."

"Knock on this gong and take away two oceans! Ring this gong, go with my brother and I to eat military rations for a few days, ring this gong, we will fire guns and bullets and train you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the little devil's head is not much stronger than a watermelon, as long as you are not afraid, you can overturn them, just like me. Niu Wazi carried the noodle gong in his left hand and slapped his chest with his right hand. Niu Wazi has a long scar on his right arm, which makes the people who look at him feel a lot more at ease, but this is also Qiu Ba, who has fought with the Japanese head-on, although his body looks thinner.

Silence, death-like silence, statue-like combat power at the entrance of the street Tang Cheng was a little disappointed, originally thought that after Liu Goat shouted out of the ocean, some of the hundreds of people gathered around the street could take the initiative to stand up and respond a few words, but what people answered to them was silence and dodging. Stretching out his hand and holding down the cow baby who wanted to scold, Tang Cheng slowly raised his head, revealing the young face hidden under the steel helmet, "Before I joined the second company, I was temporarily recruited into a miscellaneous company to snipe an entire squad of Japanese soldiers, I was still a student at that time, and the miscellaneous team I was in didn't even have a serious number. The crowd gathered at the corner of the street didn't know what Tang Cheng meant by this, but looking at Tang Cheng's immature face, everyone couldn't help but look at Tang Cheng, they wanted to hear what Tang Cheng wanted to say. We were ordered to hold a street crossing, and I still don't know what the street is called, there is no backup, no supplies, no extra ammunition, we hold on there for two days. After two days, only one of me survived, but we also wiped out all the Japanese squads that fought against us at that street corner, and now the Japanese are coming, and they are coming to your Qiandeng Town, what are you hia waiting for? Do you have to wait for the Japanese bayonets to plunge into your body before you wake up? ”

Silence, still silence, Tang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head to look around, the people he glanced at retreated slightly, and no one dared to look at Tang Cheng, even if it was just a glance. Tang Cheng slapped his chest hard, lowered his head and muttered, "I also bled out, but I didn't lose my courage, I hope you are the same." As soon as Tang Cheng's words fell, the gong carried by Niu Wazi behind him was struck, Tang Cheng looked back in surprise, and a man with a vegetable face stood beside Niu Wazi with a gong mallet and asked stupidly, "Master Jun, can you really pay two oceans of military salary in half a month?" ”

Everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as there is the first, there will be a second, third, or even more followers, the gong in Niu Wazi's hand was beaten again, and the stone street in Qiandeng Town seemed a little jubilant for the first time in half a month. Listening to the increasing number of gongs being sounded, Tang Cheng's eyes began to appear moisture, this was the third time he had such a reaction since Robert left him, and the last time Tang Cheng shed tears was when the veterans on the street crossing position rushed towards the Japanese soldiers with grenades.

"50, I only need 50, and I'll pay you now." There are more people who beat the gong, and Liu Goat has a choice, don't be short, don't be thin, don't look at the thief's eyebrows, Liu Goat is completely in accordance with the rules of the 88th Division's recruitment, because he already has an idea in his heart. Maybe after the 88th Division withdraws from Qiandeng Town, the Second Company will be able to recruit these guys directly, and compared with those strong men who have been captured, these guys look much more pleasing to the eye.

Almost all of the people who crowded around Niu Wazi and rang the gong were refugees from Shanghai, which made the locals in Qiandeng Town very shameless, but the merchants on the stone street quickly scraped together a few hundred yuan to send it over. "Master Jun, this is a little more on the minds of the merchants in Qiandeng Town, we are not good at fighting, but we can provide money and food, we can't let you go hungry to fight, there is not much money, I hope you can laugh at it." The owner of the grain shop in the lead was impassioned in front of Liu Goat, so that Liu Goat had to accept the ocean.

"Since it is the intention of the people of Qiandeng Town, then we will accept it, Niu Wazi, add three more oceans to everyone, and bring a few brothers to move those guns here, and we will shoot them." Seeing that the silver dollars in the rattan box had bottomed out, the ocean sent by the merchants was in an emergency, and Liu Goat, who was in a good mood, waved his hand and prepared to fire the gun on the spot.

The 50 newcomers with a straight belly and a concave waist finished the queue, carrying the newly issued Mauser rifles on their shoulders, and the 40 rifle rounds per person were also packed into the bullet bags, and then they followed Niu Wazi behind him and kicked and tread unevenly out of the stone street, Niu Wazi turned around and shouted at these rookies majestically as he walked, "From today on, you are the soldiers of the reserve team of the 88th Division of the National Army. The guy you just issued is not called a gun, and the one on your head is not called a head, it is called six and a half pounds. If someone asks you which part you are, you say that you are in the reserve of the 88th Division, and Lao Tzu is a serious descendant of the 800 national army. ”