The War of Resistance: Chapter 682 no boat

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er walked to the street of this town.

This town is no different from the villages and towns that Shang Zhen and the others have seen along the way. There are tall brick houses but more of them are low thatched houses, and some of the houses have been burned down. That is There is a breath of war, and there are ordinary people busy in the ruins.

Someone in this town glanced at the two of them and turned away. Everyone was busy with their own business, so who would care about the two of them?

In fact, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er were dressed no differently from the common people nowadays, they were wearing tattered cotton clothes and trousers, just as they saw many people on the street.

From Shang Zhen's point of view, those people should never be locals but people from other places, in other words, refugees!

This principle is actually very simple when you think about it. The Japanese army encircled Nanjing City from three directions: east, south, north.

During this process, people from all over the country would run to the west in order to avoid the war, and then, like their team, they were blocked by the Yangtze River.

Thinking of this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but whispered in his heart: "I don't know how many people will die in Nanjing City?"

Of course, Shang Zhen had a reason for thinking this way. Given the brutality of the Japanese army, if tens of thousands of civilians were blocked by the Yangtze River, how could the Japanese army not kill them?

And when they broke out from the south of Nanjing City, shouldn't this be the situation that the Chinese soldiers and civilians going west to north encountered?

"Huh?" Qian Chuan'er was stunned for a moment and then replied, "Then who knows."

He didn't know how Shang Zhen thought of this question suddenly, he was thinking about how to find the boat across the river.

Earlier when they went to the edge of the Yangtze River, they saw a vast expanse of white water, but how could there be a boat on the wide and wide surface of the Yangtze River?

Those who wanted to come to those boats either carried people across the river and never returned, or were directly sunk by the Japanese army. After all, it has been more than half a month since the fall of Nanjing.

Shang Zhen shook his head and glanced back, seeing Xiao Dupan and Bai Zhan following leisurely, he turned left.

If they want to find a boat, they must go to the water's edge. With the size and location of this town, Shang Zhen believes that there must be a dock here.

"It seems that there are not many dead people here." Qian Chuan said vigilantly watching a few people with cloth bands on their arms in the distance of the street.

It is obvious that those few people are Chinese, but they are directly included in the ranks of traitors just by the cloth hoop and string of money on their arms.

Shang Zhen let out a "hmm" and walked forward.

Shang Zhen couldn't figure out why there were so few dead people in this town, and the damage to the houses wasn't very serious. As Old Mao Wang once said, how could jackals not eat meat? Shang Zhen didn't believe that there were few deaths here. It was because the Japanese devils showed kindness.

In his mind, perhaps this is not the only way for the Chinese army to retreat.

In order to capture the city of Nanjing, the Japanese army must first seize the strategic points of the Chinese army outside the city of Nanjing. The Japanese army may not have sent troops to such an insignificant location as this town.

Shang Zhen is not a foresight, but he didn't know how wise it was when he chose to lead people to break out from the southeast.

Just as Shang Zhen and the others were fighting with the Japanese army outside the city, the water surface of the Nanjing section of the Yangtze River was already stained red by the blood of Chinese soldiers and civilians!

And now it's the beginning of February, and the Japanese army's killing in the Nanjing area still hasn't stopped, but the peak period of the Japanese army's killing has passed, and the Japanese army hasn't taken care of this relatively remote town.

After more than ten minutes, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er finally passed through the middle of the town to the wharf.

It's really a pier, there are trestles and wooden stakes for tying boats, but there are still no boats here.

Sure enough, Shang Zhen sighed in his heart, this was no different from what he had expected in advance.

If there is a boat in this town, it will carry people to the other side of the river. Otherwise, where are there so many refugees in this town?

"How about we find someone to inquire about?" Qian Chuan'er, who was also disappointed, asked Shang Zhen.

Shang shook his head.

There is no way to inquire about this matter.

These people have no locals at all, if they don't speak, it's fine, if they speak the Northeast dialect full of scumbags, the locals will ignore them at all.

Moreover, judging from the few people wearing cloth bands on their arms that they saw earlier, the Japanese army should have been here. As long as they reveal their accents, they will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

"Let's take a stroll in the town, don't talk and look around, maybe we can find some other way." Shang Zhen said.

For now, we can only take one step at a time.

Qian Chuaner responded, and the two of them walked back from the pier.

Although Xiao Dupan and Bai Zhan who were following behind only took a glance from a distance, they also guessed the general situation, and the two followed behind silently.

Shang Zhen and the others walked along the main street when they came here, but this time they went into the small alley.

With a sound of "squeak", some local people saw Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er when they opened the door. After they looked at them vigilantly, they closed the door with a "bang", and then the door bolt sounded. crash.

It is estimated that the family regarded the two of them as refugees.

Shang Zhen is no longer the old scrawny man, and the little dustpan is no longer the little ditty.

People are poor and short-sighted. If there are too many refugees and no food, they will inevitably go to the local people to find a way. It is normal for people to be wary of these two strong people.

Regarding this, Shang Zhen and Xiao Dupan exchanged winks and could only smile wryly.

"It would be great if Leng Xiaozhi and Li Yajuan were here." Xiao Dupan suddenly said this without thinking.

"Why?" Shang Zhen asked.

"They are the Communist Party. I heard them say that the Communist Party will always get along with the common people, but we people can't." The little dustpan said in a low voice~www.mtlnovel.com~ The words of the little dustpan instantly brought back memories of Shang Zhen, The scene of Leng Xiaozhi being with him then surfaced in front of his eyes.

But Shang Zhen immediately put these things behind him.

He can't think about Leng Xiaozhi, who doesn't like to be with the person he likes, but now that the world is far apart and they don't know whether they are alive or dead, if they just fantasize about it, it will only add to their troubles.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er walked for a while in the winding alley, and when they were about to reach a corner of the alley, they suddenly heard a childish voice from the other side of the corner: "Grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma!" , Uncle, aunt, who is kind enough to give us something to eat!"

It was a little girl whose voice sounded so immature, judging Shang Zhen only by the voice, he could conclude that the girl was not more than five years old.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is why does Shang Zhen feel that there is a northeast flavor in that voice? Moreover, only people in the north have the name Da Ye Da Niang, but the locals all call it Da Bo Er Bo, so Shang Zhen's curiosity aroused for a while.