Old Movies of the Republic of China II

After arriving at the barracks, the first thing Zhang Zheng did was to gather his generals and officers, and solemnly introduce Qinghe to them.

Qinghe shook hands with them one by one calmly. He didn't care how many of these people had heard rumors about him. He only knew that these people were Zhang Zheng's brothers, whom Zhang Zheng trusted and even relied on.

Everyone was looking at him, some more obviously, others more subtly.

These people are not ordinary soldiers, some are iron-boned generals who fought out of the sea of ​​blood with one knife and one gun, and some are talented students who have returned from overseas. They are all winners of cruel wars, and their eyes are aggressive, as if they have evil spirits.

Qinghe didn't feel nervous under such gaze.

He is no longer that little bumpkin.

He talked with them calmly, just rightly stated that he had no intention of intervening in leading troops to fight, and joked that if Zhang Zheng insisted, he would be willing to manage the logistics for this powerful army.

The tension quickly dissipated.

On the night the group arrived at the barracks, another person also arrived.

Min Zijing is dark and thin, even wrapped in a bloated cotton coat, he looks wind blown, but his spirit is very good, his eyes are shining brightly, and he is also very energetic, which is better than the original indifference and gloomy how much.

Min Zijing's thinking has gradually changed since he half pushed and half started working for Qinghe.After seeing all kinds of people and hearing all kinds of words, he felt that he was just a frog in a well.

He doesn't want to be an extreme literati who repeats what others say, but hopes to see the most authentic things in his country for himself.He couldn't bear to write articles that were not based on facts and led people astray.

So here he is.

A bonfire was burning in the barracks, and the soldiers who had withdrawn from the junction of life and death gathered around the bonfire, and a weird and exciting atmosphere enveloped the entire barracks.

They did not forget the seemingly endless cannonballs on the battlefield, the brothers who bleed to death beside them, and the wounds they suffered from narrow escapes. They ate meat and howled loudly, venting their anger at "lost" and their joy of survival.

Qinghe and Min Zijing watched these people quietly from a distance.

Min Zijing shrugged and said, "Do you want me to include such a scene in the article? It's true, but I'm afraid readers won't be happy after reading it."

Before Qinghe could answer, he said again: "I don't think there is anything wrong with them. They are the heroes of Northeast China and the whole of China. There is nothing wrong with pampering them, but if they really write it, they will be scolded. Most people don't like it." I would like to see someone so happy when I am in fear, let alone a soldier."

The light of the bonfire reflected young faces one after another. They were experienced warriors, but they were also sons, husbands, and fathers.

A sense of sadness arose in Qinghe's heart. He said on the train that Miao Chuwu's theory of subjugation and survival of species could not stand scrutiny. He really thought so, but he knew better what kind of disaster this war would bring.

How many of these soldiers are still alive at the end of the war?And even if he is alive, he will not know how old he will be by then.

Min Zijing took out a small notebook to write and draw.

Qinghe said: "I really can't understand their thinking."

"There's nothing difficult to understand. Human nature is like this. If you don't see others being good, you will be unhappy after they get well. There is no other way to get revenge, only scolding."

Min Zijing said it coldly, but he was actually not feeling well.He has seen the ugly faces of many people, and the abnormal support relationship between his mother and two uncles makes him feel disgusted, but people are like this, he has no choice but to accept it.

In the distance, a soldier held his helmet and cried loudly.

Min Zi looked over, and Qing He saw that it might not be his helmet, but belonged to a dead comrade.The little soldier's face was full of tears, which reflected light under the firelight, hurting everyone's eyes.

This pain spread quickly like a plague, the excitement on everyone's faces disappeared, and more and more people fell silent.

The terrible silence.

Min Zijing sighed: "I've read in books that war will cause people's emotions to go up and down, and some people will collapse because of it."

Qinghe said: "I hope he won't."

Before they could say a few words, Hou Xiao came from nowhere, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and said to Qinghe, "The brigade commander told you to go over."

Qinghe was a little surprised, and then saw Hou Xiao grinning and grinning: "We said it on the way to the capital, how can a general of an army bring his family members, it's against the rules, it's against the rules, let's see how those old-fashioned ones can find them." Your trouble."

Qing He knew that he was drunk, and immediately felt it was funny.

Hou Xiao behaves very uniquely when he is drunk. If it is not for those who are familiar with him, he will not even be able to see it. His reaction will become extremely slow, and the speed of speaking will also slow down. Thought he was just expressing emotions at a slow pace.

Hou Xiao turned to Min Zijing again, and said, "Zheng'er didn't ask me to go back to Fengtian. I finally went back and had a lot of things to do, so I couldn't find you to catch up on the old days."

Min Zijing didn't look at him either, but still looked at the little soldier holding the helmet in the distance, and said calmly: "It's okay, there will always be a chance in the future."

There were two flames in his eyes.

Qing He gestured to them and went to find Zhang Zheng.

In his opinion, the relationship between Hou Xiao and Min Zijing is not enough to make Zhang Zheng worry about Min Zijing's marriage, but if they really love each other one day in the future, there is nothing to stop them.

Zhang Zheng may have confidence in Hou Xiao's safety, but Qinghe always prepares for the worst, a stray bullet can kill a person, and stray bullets don't care if you are an ordinary soldier or the Hou family of Xiangdao offspring.

If one insists on saying that war is good, Qinghe thinks that maybe in a precarious situation, people's feelings will be more pure, and they will not give up what they really desire because of too many scruples.Moreover, in troubled times, people tend to respect and "indulge" the strong more, and many hypocritical criteria are abandoned. As long as there are guns and people, then even the most ridiculous things can be forgiven.

Behind Qinghe, Hou Xiao and Min Zijing were talking very close together, the corners of Min Zijing's mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

Qinghe has never witnessed the cruelty of war.

Zhang Zheng did not take him with him when he suppressed the bandits, nor did he take him with him during the warlord war. Since the outbreak of the all-out war, he is still living in Fengtian, the most peaceful and peaceful city in the entire Northeast.

It is not easy to walk through the crowd of soldiers who are crying and howling like wild animals. Qing He is struggling. It is difficult for him not to pay attention to the unhealed wounds on these people. degree.

I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in a troubled world.

At this moment, he clearly felt the ravages of war on these young people. They were supposed to be sons, husbands, and fathers, but they were only soldiers on the battlefield.What Min Zijing said is right, people always use the most stringent standards for them, whether the war goes well or not, they will not have any enjoyment.

Qinghe finally came to Zhang Zheng's side. Zhang Zheng hadn't drunk alcohol. He needed to keep a clear head and respond in time when changes occurred.

Everyone was drinking, and no one particularly noticed him coming.

Zhang Zheng's expression was indifferent, and there was a faint majesty between his brows. As soon as he entered the barracks, Qinghe felt that Zhang Zheng was different from usual.He is not worried about this difference. Under different situations, Zhang Zheng will inevitably show different characteristics.This is not Fengtian, and Zhang Zheng is not just Zhang Zheng.

Qinghe stood aside and asked softly: "What's the matter with calling me here?"

He had already planned that in front of Zhang Zheng's subordinates, he must not show too close to Zhang Zheng.Gossip is one thing, seeing is another.

Zhang Zheng motioned him to sit down, and then said, "From now until the end of the war, do you want to do something in the army, or do you just want to be idle?"

Qing He was slightly startled.

Zhang Zheng's gaze was as unceremonious as his question, and Qing He felt that it revealed the meaning of "I know you don't like doing business at all, you don't like dealing with people, I will give you a chance to choose yourself", He wasn't sure if his guess was correct, Zhang Zheng never talked to him about his choice, at most he just took him to see Dan Lang in the dungeon.

Before he could answer, Zhang Zheng said again: "Don't say that you are willing to do anything for me, I, Zhang Zheng, still don't need you."

Qinghe's cheeks were slightly hot. Of course, he knew that among those capable people who were willing to do things for Zhang Zheng, there were not a few of them, but he never expected that Zhang Zheng would say such a thing.

In a short period of time, countless thoughts flashed through Qing He's mind.

"I..." He opened his mouth.

What exactly does Zhang Zheng mean?

Qi Qi looked this way.

Qinghe's heart skipped a beat.

He said loudly: "Of course it is doing things! Although I don't know how to fight, I can still contribute to the victory of the war!"

There was no extra expression on Zhang Zheng's cold face. He said lightly, "Have you thought about it? This is not a child's play. If you make a small mistake, I will punish you as appropriate; if you make a big mistake, I will chop off your head."

Although his words were soft, everyone heard them.

Qinghe was shocked by the coldness of his words.

Zhang Zheng has never shown this side to him, but he has seen Zhang Zheng intimidating others with his cold voice, Qinghe felt at a loss for what to do with the change of roles.

He glanced casually over the generals and officers who were drinking heavily or taking food slowly, and said: "I am not a child, I know what I am doing, and I will not make mistakes."

"What if you commit a crime?"

Qing He pursed her lips: "Small mistake, you drove me back to Fengtian; big mistake, you killed me, I won't have a single complaint."

Zhang Zheng's expression finally eased.

Qing He breathed a sigh of relief, and said that whether it is a new school or an old school, the acting skills are all first-class. If it were not for Qi Qi's help, he might feel sad for Zhang Zheng's indifference and condescension—in fact He was already a little sad.

Even knowing it wasn't true, it still hurts.