Special Forces of Crossing: Cloud's Anti-Japanese

Chapter 327 War and Politics ([-])

On March 3th, at around 18:[-] in the morning, the streets of Beiping, which had been silent all night, began to become active again. The sound of early hawking, the yelling of shop assistants on both sides of the street came and went, and there were also various other complicated things. sound.Of course, among all the sounds, the newsboy's crunchy voice was the most explosive: "News, the biggest news! The Xue Bingjun and the little devils are fighting in Wanping! News..."

In the Wanping war, well-informed people began to communicate with each other last night, and many of them were ready to move their families.And some people of insight, especially some young students, stepped forward and organized to do something.Of course, whether it's hearsay or a real news channel, most people actually have a well-intentioned and cowardly fantasy in their hearts, hoping that this is just another farce of "Peking Autonomy".Now, this black and white letter undoubtedly pierced everyone's hopes.Therefore, although the streets of Beiping are still busy, the footsteps and expressions of pedestrians are more or less heavy.Because they know that no matter what the cause of the war, it is they, the common people, who will be hurt in the end.

Beiping, the ancient capital of China that has been frequently invaded by foreigners since the late Qing Dynasty, is once again shaking like a vulnerable tree in the wind and rain.

"Newspapers are sold, newspapers are sold, news, big news..." Unlike the serious-looking passers-by on the street, Wang Xiaoer, the newsboy, looked quite happy at this moment.Today is a fruitful day for him. Usually, he can sell thirty copies of the newspaper, which is not bad, but today he has already sold one hundred copies, and what he is holding now is that the newspaper has just reprinted it. Yes, the ink on this newspaper is not completely dry yet.A child from a poor family has been in charge of the family for a long time, and he has been selling newspapers since he was two or six years old. Because of his family background and background, he, who is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, does not care about these "major national events" and is not qualified to care about them. All he cares about is what happens. The fighting at Wanping's place made his business better, so he couldn't help thinking: It would be great if the fighting at Wanping's side continued.

"Xiao Er, here is a newspaper." Xiao Er's legs are very nimble. He has walked six blocks since he got up in the morning. Now, he is walking to the door of a teahouse. Mr. called him.

Mr. Li is surnamed Li and is Xiao Er's regular customer.In Xiaoer's eyes, although Mr. Li is disabled and his left hand is useless, he is definitely a good person.Judging from Mr. Li's clothes and demeanor, he is naturally a rich man, but he has never fucked a mistress like his kind.Reciprocate, and when meeting Mr. Li, Xiaoer will always put down his guard and show a pure smile.

"Mr. Li, why don't you eat breakfast!" Xiao Er smiled, and took out a newspaper from his satchel. This newspaper was specially left by him before, for fear that the ink on the new newspaper would stain Mr. hand.

Mr. Li took the newspaper, and first glanced at the eye-catching headline "Marco Polo Bridge Incident: The Japanese Army Provoked the Trouble, Our Soldier Army Stands Up to Resist, Great Achievements", then his eyes fell on Xiaoer's flat stomach, and he smiled. He said, "You didn't have breakfast today, right? Let's eat together, I can't finish it by myself!" After speaking, he walked in first and sat down.

"Thank you, sir." This kind of experience was not once or twice for Xiao Er, so he unceremoniously followed in and sat opposite Mr. Li.

After Mr. Li signaled him to take it easy, he spread out the newspaper with his right hand and read it. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he sighed heavily.

Although Xiao Er was trying his best to destroy the buns in front of him, his eyes remained on his face, and he asked, "Sir, are you also worried about the Wanping war?"

Mr. Li looked up at him, widened his eyebrows, and smiled: "Of course, no matter what we say, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang. This Wanping is our land. Now the land is about to be destroyed, and the country is in trouble. How can I turn a blind eye to it?" Woolen cloth?"

Xiao Er has heard Mr. Li's words a lot. Of course, when other people say this, he mostly ignores it. Only when it comes from Mr. Li's mouth can he feel it with his heart.He said: "My little brother doesn't understand the big truths Mr. said. I just hope that I can continue to sell newspapers in peace."

Mr. Li smiled, and was about to continue his words, when suddenly there was a clear gunshot from not far away.As soon as the gunshot rang out, the already noisy street outside immediately fell into chaos. Following the woman's screams, Mr. Li couldn't sit still. He stood up and said to Xiaoer: "Stay here and don't run around, I will Go out and have a look!" Then, he walked out quickly.

But he just walked to the door, only to hear "bang bang bang bang" gunshots, and the gunshots outside suddenly became intense, as if a large-scale gun battle was taking place somewhere.The gunshot sounded abruptly, Xiao Er sat on the stool, almost threw the bun in his hand to the ground in fright.But when he regained his composure and looked towards the door, he saw Mr. Li's figure entering the crowd in a flash—Mr. Li went against the flow of people to the direction where the gunshots sounded.Xiao Er felt strange, and his strong curiosity made him forget his fear. He stuffed the buns on the plate into his satchel, picked up the newspaper, and rushed out as well.

On the street, there were crowds running away in fright, among them, many women screamed, making the atmosphere tense.In Xiaoer's sight, the thin figure of Mr. Li has already rushed to the street, where there are few people in the empty area, and the businesses on both sides have already closed their doors.

"What happened?" Xiaoer was thinking in his heart, a little worried about Mr. Li's safety, so he couldn't help following him.And when he walked close to the gunshots, he lay down on the corner of the wall and looked into the alley where the battle was fought. He was immediately terrified—he saw a bloody man on his back holding a gun and a dozen or so security guards from the 29th Army. The soldiers in regiment uniforms shot at each other, and around him, besides two soldiers in regular uniforms of the 29th Army fighting side by side with him, there were also several bloody dead men lying on the ground.Those dead people wore the same military uniform as the soldiers around Mr. Li, and they should also be regular soldiers of the 29th Army.Xiao Er couldn't help being confused, the security regiment also belonged to the 29th Army, why did they fight among themselves? !

If this situation happened normally, Xiaoer would definitely spit secretly and scold: dog bites dog, and then walk away, but now, seeing that the respected and beloved Mr. Li is also involved, so he can't swear up.There are too few people on Mr. Li's side, and the situation is already very critical. Xiaoer heard and saw those bullets flying in the air, hitting the floor tiles and walls with sparks, his heart was beating so hard that he wanted to help Li for a while. Do something sir, but don't know how to do it!
(End of this chapter)