Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The army moved forward slowly.

Zhang Zheng looked into the distance behind the binoculars, the snow was covered, the hot air exhaled from his mouth and nose made a hazy scene, and the decayed withered grass lay weakly on the side of the road.

Qing He took off her gloves and put her cold hands to her lips. Hou Xiao fell asleep with his military hat covering his face. Everyone was very tired from the long march. The air in the jeep was cold and silent.

"Zhenger, what's wrong?"

Qinghe realized that his voice was hoarse after speaking, obviously, not drinking water for more than half a day had damaged his voice a lot.

Zhang Zheng put down the binoculars, shook his head and said, "Huaxue is cold, some people can't bear it."

Qing He frowned, picked up the binoculars to observe the soldiers in front of the car, some of them were walking slowly, supporting each other, and seemed to need a rest urgently.

But there is no one here, and the heavy snow seems to have buried other lives. Tens of thousands of people are marching, and it is impossible to stop.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhang Zheng, Zhang Zheng frowned, he didn't expect the temperature to drop so fast after the heavy snow, even these strong soldiers who grew up in the ice and snow and were in their prime of life couldn't bear it.

Hou Xiao trembled, took off his hat in a daze, sat up and looked back and forth, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jinxin wore leather gloves, pulled the reins and drove the horse to the side of the car, bent down and knocked on the window.

Zhang Zheng shook down a bit of the glass, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Jinxin's always cynical face looked very serious at this moment: "Don't stop and rest for a while? I'm afraid that someone will be unable to hold on and fall down later."

Zhang Zheng said coldly: "Stop? Stop and wait to freeze to death?"

Zhang Jinxin cursed, straightened up and looked into the distance, there was a lazy sun hanging in the sky, shining weakly, but it was useless at all.

Hou Xiao pressed his temples, fully awake, wrapped in a coat and said: "I'm about to freeze to death."

Zhang Jinxin abandoned the horse and took out a pack of cigarettes with trembling hands. Zhang Zheng took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for him. Zhang Jinxin took a deep breath and let out a long breath: "I'm about to lose my foot."

Qing He leaned against the left car door, and clearly felt that as Zhang Jinxin opened and closed the car door, the cold outside the car poured into the car one after another. The cold air was like a sharp knife, cutting his face continuously.He couldn't imagine how these soldiers endured the severe cold and walked forward step by step. They were only wearing cotton clothes, and he was wrapped in a fox fur cloak and a thick woolen windbreaker.

He shivered.

The smell of cigarettes spread in the car, Hou Xiao took two cigarettes from Zhang Jinxin, stuffed one in his mouth, and gave the other to the driver.

The driver turned his face away and waited for him to light his cigarette, his eyes still looking ahead.

"I see that Qing He's face is frozen blue." Zhang Jinxin said.

The low temperature made the smell of smoke less unpleasant, Qinghe put his hands back into his cloak, enduring the cold.

Zhang Zheng turned to look at him, Qinghe smiled quickly and said, "I'm wrapped up so tightly, it's not too cold, don't worry about me."

Zhang Jinxin heaved a long sigh: "I still remember that there was a beggar outside our house. It turned out that he was just lazy and didn't want to work. Later, he couldn't do anything except beg for food."

Qing He asked: "Why?"

Zhang Jinxin shook the ashes: "When winter was the coldest, he slept on the street all night, and all ten fingers except two thumbs were frozen off."

Qinghe let out a low cry.

He is no stranger to the cold, and he was often afraid of being frozen to death when he was in the Tianjin Opera Garden, but he never thought that he would lose his hands and feet.

Hou Xiao shook his head and said, "This fucking is in the Northeast, no matter what you go to Xiangdao, you won't be frozen to death."

Outside the car, the horse that Zhang Jinxin was originally riding was emitting steam, and followed the car step by step.

Zhang Jinxin stretched out his black gloves and patted it on the head, rolled up the window and said, "I don't think it will last long."

Zhang Zheng kept silent. He was thinking about how to solve the current predicament. It was obviously impossible to stop and rest on the spot. There was not enough food and grass, and so many people would die after eating a few bites. Without enough calories, they would freeze to death if they stopped.

This sudden drop in temperature disrupted his plan. According to the original plan, he would be able to reach Yucheng before noon today. The chief of Yucheng has prepared a large amount of supplies for supply.But the cooling speed made the marching speed too slow, here is at least [-] miles away from Yucheng, and at the current speed, it would take six hours. , that will cause more people to panic.

He unfolded the map.

Zhang Jinxin made two gestures on the map with his non-cigarette hand: "Pass through this opening, and the road will be flat."

Zhang Zheng passed Zhang Jinxin and opened the door to get out of the car, jumped on the horse, and took the reins to drive the horse forward.

Zhang Jinxin was dumbfounded: "Is Zheng'er crazy? It's so cold outside and he even took off his coat to others!"

Qing He pursed his lips and picked up the binoculars to chase Zhang Zheng's back. On the horse, the cheeks of the young general in woolen military uniform were as cold as stone. He straightened his back and threw his coat to a crumbling soldier. Qing He watched him freeze Pale face.

Hou Xiao bit his cigarette, turned around and asked Zhang Jinxin, "How about I go and give him my coat?"

Zhang Jinxin glanced at him contemptuously, and said unceremoniously: "You Xiangdao people are not good in the Northeast. Within half an hour, you have to ask grandpa to tell grandma to ask for other people's clothes."

Outside the jeep, the soldiers raised their heavy heads and looked forward.

Zhang Jinxin shook his head and said, "If it doesn't work, Zhang Zheng will be fucking frozen."

He pinched his cigarette, looked at Qinghe and said: "You must not be stupid and send him a coat, you know."

Qinghe nodded silently.

Through the binoculars, he stared at the straight back in the distance without blinking. Zhang Zheng must also be very cold, but his back was straight, and he sat motionless on the horseback.

The bitter cold could not bring him down.

Hou Xiao and Zhang Jinxin were also looking outside the car, the difference was that they paid more attention to other soldiers.Zhang Zheng's move was nothing more than to cheer up the soldiers. He was riding on a horse and at the forefront, and everyone could see him as long as they looked up.

There was no commotion in the ranks.

Everyone speeded up their pace silently, and the person who looked like he was about to fall also stood up straight.

Zhang Jinxin murmured: "Fuck, it looks really useful."

Hou Xiao half-jokingly said, "Why don't we go out and freeze for a while?"

Zhang Jinxin said: "If you want to go by yourself, I need to sleep well, damn it, why is it so cold all of a sudden."

Ever since he saw the bare hands of a lazy beggar, Zhang Jinxin didn't like winter very much.

The poem he hates the most is "The rich wine and meat stinks, and the road is frozen to death". If he hadn't been a soldier, he would definitely not be willing to go out now. It would be nice to warm some wine at home and play mahjong with his friends.

Although Hou Xiao said so, he also knew that it was useless for him to go out. They valued Zhang Zheng.

Hou Xiao has a lot of research on psychology, and often analyzes the psychological activities of others with Zhang Zheng. Zhang Zheng appreciates this, and Hou Xiao is also quite complacent.

He felt that these people's high spirits were not due to how much they respected Zhang Zheng, but a large part of the reason was that they were aroused and did not want to lose their status in front of this young master.

Hou Xiao sighed inwardly.

Zhang Jinxin fell asleep, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to check the time, and said vaguely, "Three hours... Zhang Zheng hasn't come up yet?"

Hou Xiao felt cold even looking at it: "No, it's still ahead."

If it wasn't for sure that there were no enemies nearby, he would have to follow Zhang Zheng to protect him right now.There were several bodyguards among the infantry behind Zhang Zheng. Hou Xiao had a special status, so they didn't come to call him.

Zhang Jinxin said angrily, "It's freezing for three hours without a coat? Fuck it!"

Without waiting for Hou Xiao Qinghe's answer, Zhang Jinxin got out of the car, grabbed a horse and rode forward, and rushed over the long line to Zhang Zheng's side.

It was too far away, Hou Xiao could only see two blurred dots, and turned back to ask Qing He for a telescope.

"It seems that Zhang Zheng doesn't plan to come back yet, Jin Xin's face turned black with anger."

Hou Xiao talked to himself, Qing He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Jinxin got into the car angrily, "Damn it! You won't listen to what you say! It's almost here, why the fuck are you freezing outside! It's so fucking terrible!"

Compared with him, Qinghe's reaction was very calm.

Hou Xiao couldn't help asking: "Zi Ran, aren't you worried? Zhang Zheng wears so little and it's so cold outside, what if—I mean, what if he gets sick from the cold?"

Zhang Jinxin also went to see Qinghe.

In fact, he has always been unhappy that Zhang Zheng was so kind to this little thing, and he also regretted that he had encouraged Zhang Zheng to go to Tianjin.

Zhang Jinxin is more romantic than anyone else, and he is also more indifferent than anyone else. He knows very well who he should have true feelings for and who he should be perfunctory with.His lovers all thought that he was sincere to him. After all, he was so considerate and seemed so sincere. That's why when Zhang Jinxin said it was time to get together and leave, they would find this man's indifference.

He doesn't really trust Qing He.

Qinghe said quietly: "He knows what he is doing."

Hou Xiao was speechless.

Qinghe thought, I also know what I should do.

Yucheng finally arrived.

Zhang Zheng coldly rejected Chief Yu Cheng's grand reception, and strode into the room prepared for him. Apart from him, the tired soldiers could finally sit down and have some warm meals.

Qinghe locked the door behind her back, stood at the door and watched Zhang Zheng take off his coat and go to bed.

People who are too cold can't get too close to the heat source at once, so Qinghe stepped forward and moved the brazier away from the bed.

He hesitated for a moment, and took off the airtight clothes one by one.Even in the room where the brazier was burning, he couldn't help shivering.

Qinghe touched it with her hands, and her body was hot.

He was relieved, sneaked into the bed lightly, and hugged Zhang Zheng.

The soldiers only saw that their chief shared weal and woe with them, sympathized with the soldiers, and saw that he could still get off his horse neatly after a long period of freezing, and strode steadily into the courtyard.

The ice-like cold made Qing He tremble.

Under the quilt, Zhang Zheng wrapped his arms around his waist stiffly, still thinking about teasing: "If it's cold, don't come so close to me."

Qinghe's answer was to move closer to him.

Outside the room, everyone was clamoring, and the thick snow that buried everything reflected the light and fire, like a piece of broken silver.