Chapter 1892 Reasoning

"Give me back my gun!" When Wu Ziqi spoke to the Eighth Route Army soldier walking with him, they were on their way back to the Eighth Route Army base. It was the second day of the battle of Shuiquan Town.

"I won't give it to you!" said the young Eighth Route Army soldier walking with him.

Wu Ziqi's 20-shot box gun was in the bag of the young soldier, but he refused to give it to him.

"Why not give it to me?" Wu Ziqi said angrily.

"Your people killed our captain!" The young soldier said confidently.

"That's right, you even testified!" Another soldier added.

Wu Ziqi was angry.

Wu Ziqi's personality was a bit stupid, but he was not a liar. At that time, he did see Fan Tongzuo with some Northeast Army soldiers.

So, when investigating the reason for Mo Jianchen's sacrifice, he told the truth.

Now he recalled that the people who shot and knocked down Mo Jianchen must have been those in the Northeast Army.

But when he testified, he forgot to say something that was also true, that is, he did not pay attention to what those Northeast Army soldiers looked like. In other words, he could not guarantee that those people must be from his battalion.

"Are you Eighth Route Army still reasonable?" As the soldiers advanced, Wu Ziqi asked again after a while.

"Who is unreasonable? We Eighth Route Army are the most reasonable!" The little soldier responded.

"Then I will be reasonable with you!" Wu Ziqi raised his voice, "Is it my gun that killed your Captain Mo?"

"No." Obviously, the little soldier was also reasonable.

"Have I been fighting the devils with you Eighth Route Army?" Wuziqi asked again.

"I don't know, I wasn't with you." The little soldier also told the truth.

Wu Ziqi ran into a stranger, so he looked at others.

"The one in front who walks with a limp, you have been with me all the time, right?" Wu Ziqi shouted. The soldier he was talking about was injured in the battle, and it was just a scratch on his calf, so he walked with a limp.

However, being a wounded soldier is also glorious.

But he insisted that the other person had a limp, and that was because he was influenced by the Northeast people and spoke in a somewhat offensive way.

The wounded soldier looked back at Wu Ziqi.

He had a good impression of Wu Ziqi, because Wu Ziqi was very brave in the war, and he was indeed with Wu Ziqi.

But he was a little disgusted with Wu Ziqi's words, so he turned his head back without saying anything, which was considered as tacit agreement.

"Look, he didn't object, right? I am indeed with you." Wu Ziqi turned around and said to the young soldier again.

"So what?" A young soldier is a young soldier. If he were an old soldier, no one would pay attention to him.

"I killed three Japanese devils with my box gun. How many did you kill?" Wu Ziqi asked again.

When the soldier heard Wu Ziqi ask this, his face turned red, but he still shook his head.

Like Wu Ziqi, he would not lie. He really didn't kill a single Japanese devil.

He had only been a soldier for more than a month. This was his first time to participate in a battle. He really only had three bullets in total.

The group of Eighth Route Army soldiers who were with Wu Ziqi before did seize some weapons and ammunition, but as the young soldier said, he was one of the group that was dispersed at the beginning and came here later. He was not with Wu Ziqi at all. How could he have extra bullets?

"You see, I killed more Japanese than you did. The box gun was originally mine, and I didn't shoot your captain Mo.

Even if our battalion commander agrees, I will go back to be a witness for you, but why don't you return my gun? Are you Eighth Route Army soldiers reasonable?" After asking a few questions, Wu Ziqi finally got to the point.

There is no doubt that the young soldier is reasonable, but whether to return Wu Ziqi's gun is not up to him. In the end, he could only answer: "It is our special commissioner's order to confiscate your gun. You have to ask him for it."

Wu Ziqi knew that the special commissioner was behind him at this time. He finally learned his lesson and did not turn back to pay attention to the special commissioner. Instead, he continued to say to the young soldier: "Just tell me, is what I said just now right? I didn't kill people. I killed more Japanese than you. Otherwise, how many more of your Eighth Route Army soldiers would be killed by the Japanese killed by me? Why did you confiscate my gun?"

What is reasonable? Being reasonable means that the opinions raised in what you say are in line with reality and logic.

At this time, the little soldier was really stumped by Wu Ziqi's question, although he didn't know what logic was.

So he could only nod.

"You have nodded, which proves that what I said is reasonable, right? Then why did your special commissioner confiscate my gun? Is it that your special commissioner is unreasonable?" Wu Ziqi asked.

To put it bluntly, the little Eighth Route Army soldier in front of him was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. How could he defend Gobang?

He felt that what Wu Qi said was reasonable, but he couldn't say that his special commissioner was unreasonable.

For a moment, the little soldier was so embarrassed by Wu Ziqi's questioning that his face turned red and he didn't know what to say.

"Don't bully children for no reason!" At this time, other Eighth Route Army soldiers next to him couldn't stand it and spoke up.

However, what Wu Ziqi was afraid of was that no one from the Eighth Route Army soldiers would pay attention to him. Now when someone speaks up, he is no longer afraid, because if you speak out, you have to be reasonable, and he knows that he is reasonable!

"Who are you, sir? Aren't you unreasonable? Are our battalion commanders great? Are you being reasonable? Are you commanders of the Eighth Route Army unreasonable?" Wu Ziqi continued to question the Eighth Route Army soldier who dared to come forward.

When he said this, Wu Ziqi's voice became louder and louder.

At this time, they were walking between a field of wheat that had been mowed. If the ears of the wheat field had not been cut off, the mature wheat grains would definitely fall from the ears.

You want to ask why the wheat kernels fall out of the ears? There is only one answer, and that is to be shocked by Wu Ziqi's shouting!

In Wu Ziqi's view, what does it mean to be reasonable is not to speak loudly? To be reasonable, you have to speak loudly!

As for why the wheat straw is still there but the wheat ears are gone, this is of course Shang Zhen’s masterpiece!

"Give him the gun!" At this time, the voice of the special commissioner sounded impatiently behind Wu Ziqi.

The special correspondent had been listening to Wu Ziqi's words, and he was pushed to this point by Wu Ziqi's reasoning. He had to return the gun to others.

This is of course because what Wu Ziqi said is reasonable, but also because the special correspondent understands that he cannot go too far in Wu Ziqi's matter.

If you ask who is reasonable, the Eighth Route Army is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

But now, the dozens of warriors he brought were not his own, they were originally under the control of Mo Jianchen.

It is precisely because of this that he needs to establish his own image in the minds of the soldiers, so that he can use his authority to override the arguments of the soldiers in the future!

The reason why it is possible is because of course the Eighth Route Army soldiers listened to their superiors.

But if the superiors are wrong, they will not listen to you and will only listen to the principles of their own beliefs. As the temporary leader of this team, he cannot go too far.

With the order from the special commissioner, Wu Ziqi finally got his gun and bullets back through reasoning. He happily fiddled with his box cannon. It is true that people with guns in their hands don't panic!

"Little boy, how many Japanese have you killed in total?" Wu Ziqi started to ask the little soldier as he felt better.

"My name is Gensheng, not Xiaozaizi!" The little soldier looked at the box cannon in Wu Ziqi's hand with envy but replied angrily.

Wu Ziqi was about to continue teasing the little warrior, but he seemed to hear something faintly.

He turned his head and looked to the left.

The wheat fields are full of wheat straw without wheat ears. At the edge of the wheat fields is wilderness, and a little further away is a small forest.

Wu Ziqi looked at the small forest and found nothing, so he muttered to himself, "Why do I seem to hear someone calling me?" He shook his head and ignored it, and continued to tease the little soldier.

At this time, Wu Ziqi didn't know that behind the grove, Fan Tongzuo, whose mouth was covered, was struggling desperately. The reason was just because Fan Tongzuo had just seen the man walking in the wheat field. The Eighth Route Army also saw Wu Ziqi and shouted "Wu Er".

It's a pity that he was too far away from Wu Ziqi, and Wu Ziqi only heard such a vague sound.

Fan Tongzuo struggled vigorously, but he struggled a few times and then became motionless.

He couldn't move or open his mouth. He stared in horror with his eyes wide open because a cold muzzle had just hit his forehead.

At this time, Fan Tongzuo finally realized that something was wrong. Are these people running their own business? If it was from their camp, why would he put a gun to his head?