Vol 2 Chapter 413: Dad and Mom (4th update [I can’t blow the wind that you blow]

Chapter 413 Dad and Mom (4th update [I can’t blow the evening breeze you blow] Alliance leader’s update 66)

After Cheng Qianfan finished his breakfast, he did not leave in a hurry and chatted with his wife for a while.

He secretly estimated the time and said goodbye to his wife, He Xuelin, at the time when Peng and Ou might be leaving.

Driving a car, Cheng Qianfan drove slowly on Masinan Road.

From a distance, he saw Professor Peng and Ou holding books and lecture notes in a creaking nest.

“Professor Peng, good morning.” Cheng Qianfan pressed the horn gently.

"Inspector Cheng? Good morning." Peng and Ou looked surprised when they saw Cheng Qianfan, "What are you doing?"

"I rested at the teacher's house yesterday." Cheng Qianfan stopped the car, "Professor Peng, where are you going? Fudan Public School has not suspended classes?"

"Classes are suspended. I have something to do on Father Jin Road." Peng Yuou said.

"Father Jin Road? I happen to be going to the patrol room. Professor Peng, please get in the car and I will take you for a ride." Cheng Qianfan said.

“This?” Peng and Ou hesitated.

“Get in the car, it’s just a side trip.” Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.

“That’s no big deal.” Peng and Ou couldn’t resist their enthusiasm, so they opened the door and got in the car.

“Are any of our comrades hospitalized in Bethel Hospital?” Cheng Qianfan said in a low voice while driving and casually handed Peng and Ou a cigarette.

“What happened?” Peng Yuou asked in shock.

There is indeed a comrade being treated at Bethel Hospital, and this person is none other than Comrade Zhou Hongsu.

Zhou Hongsu, who was supposed to leave Shanghai and join his comrades in northern Jiangsu via Pengcheng and then go to Dalian, developed a gastric ulcer and vomited blood. The organization secretly arranged for Zhou Hongsu to be treated at Bethel Hospital.

This is top-secret information among the top leaders of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. How did Huo Miao know about it?

‘Huo Miao’ will never ask about this matter for no reason, something must have happened.

“Does this comrade have a six or seven-year-old child, a boy?” Cheng Qianfan said, “There is a small mole under the right cheek.”

Peng and Ou's suspicions were confirmed. It turned out to be Comrade Zhou Hongsu. He had a son who was in the same situation as Huo Miao and described exactly the same.

"Yes, we do have a very important comrade who is hospitalized in Bethel Hospital. He has a son with a mole under his right cheek." So far, Peng and Ou can only tell the truth. Looking at Cheng Qianfan, he asked eagerly, "What happened? Someone was arrested?"

 West Disway Road.

The air exudes a burning smell, corpses in various forms of death are everywhere, and broken walls are everywhere.

He Guan picked at the blood scab on his face, and his facial muscles twitched in pain.

His goal was achieved, and he suddenly woke up.

“Old Yutou, let’s have a cigarette.” He Guan stretched out his hand and said.

No one answered.

He Guan retracted his outstretched hand. He turned his head and looked not far away from him. He saw the old fish head lying there with half of his head missing.

“Brother, yes.” A voice sounded in his ear.

"You kid, you're still alive." He Guan turned his head, looked at the young face in front of him, and took the dark red cigarette, which was soaked in blood and dried by fire.

He casually lit the red cigarette on the burning ruins not far away and took a deep breath.

“Little Nail, after this battle, I’ll treat you to the crab roe buns from Chunfeng Deyilou.” He Guan patted Little Nail’s head.

“Well, now I want to eat the noodles made by my mother.” Little Nail said with a smile. As he spoke, he trembled and his teeth chattered.

One of his arms was missing, directly smashed by a machine gun. It was broken like a lifeless piece of wood and fell to the ground.

Everyone said, "Little nail, you are so lucky, you are not dead yet." ’

Little Nail said, ‘It’s my mother who is chanting Buddha’s name to bless her’!

Little Nail is not a soldier of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Regiment. According to this kid’s proud words, ‘Well, he is a regular army’!

He is a soldier of the 261st Brigade of the 87th Division. There are only three people alive in the company, including him, who are assigned to support the security group.

Now, the other two are gone too.

He was the only one left alive in the company.

“The devils are coming!”

With a hoarse roar, the roar of tanks was heard, and the earth trembled.

“Everyone is here, ready to fight.” Mao Zhipeng, deputy director of the security regiment, shouted.

“Kill the Japanese!”

“Kill the Japanese!”

“Brother.” Little Nail shouted.

“What are you doing?” He Guan said without looking back.

The little nail poked him with something.

He Guan turned around and saw a wolf tooth strung with a red string in Little Nail's hand, "What are you doing?"

Said, it doesn't matter what he said, "With you as a Shaanxi cold boy around me, my words are full of Shaanxi flavor."

Little Nail chuckled, "Brother, this is the amulet my mother has worn on my forehead since she was a child. It works very well."

"What did you do for me with the amulet your mother gave you?" He Guan said angrily.

“Brother, I’m not giving it to you, I’m here to hold it for you.” Little Nail grinned. The pain from his broken arm made him shiver all the time. “After the battle, brother, please help me bring this to my mother.”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I can’t support my mother until she is old. When she sees this, she will be able to think of me and have something to think about.”

"You have to give it to yourself." He Guan turned his head to the side, "I can't help you with this."

He understood why Little Nail did what he did.

The roar of the tanks is getting closer and closer, and you can see the plaster flags on the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers following the tanks.

Deputy Security Regiment Mao Zhipeng shouted at the top of his lungs with red eyes, "Severely injured people who can still move, come with me!"

With that said, the man from Qingpu rushed out of the trench with a grenade in his hand.

“Go for it!”

“Mom, my child is unfilial!”

“Mom, my son is gone!”

“Father, mother! My son is unfilial!”

More than two dozen wounded soldiers with missing arms, broken legs, and wounds all over their bodies were running, rushing, or limping. They held the grenade in both hands, holding it with one hand, biting the string with their teeth, and rushed away screaming. go out.

He Guan just looked at it.

His teeth clenched loudly!

His hands held the medium-sized formal rifle tightly!

He just looked at it.

Looking at the little nail biting the grenade's string with his teeth, he held the grenade in one arm and rushed out.

Looking at the body of the regimental deputy who rushed at the front, it was like a rag, torn directly to pieces by the Japanese machine gun.

Seeing everyone falling down continuously, they couldn't get in front of the tank at all.

Little Nail is small. Perhaps because of this reason, the enemy did not target him immediately and actually let him get close to the tank.

But he could go no further.

He saw that Little Nail was shot in the leg, leaned forward, and fell two meters directly in front of the tank's path.

He saw the little nail's teeth tugging at the string, and let out a roar——

“Brother, the E family is at the Zhao family in Yulin…”

Then there was a huge explosion.

The tanks rested, and the Japanese soldiers began to charge with their spears in hand.

“Attach the bayonet!” He Guan, with a ferocious face, rushed out with the rifle in hand, “Kill the Japanese!”

“Go for it!”

“Kill!”

“Kill the Japanese!”

“Father, mother, the child is unfilial!”

“Mother, mother, the child is gone!”

"kill-"

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Fourth update and [I can’t blow the evening breeze you blow] Alliance leader’s update 6/6.

(End of this chapter)

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