Chapter 2068 Return

Wang Laomao was walking outside a house, smoking a cigarette.

The hair on the top of his head was getting less and less, especially the part without hair, which was getting brighter and brighter, and even shone slightly in the afternoon sun.

On the contrary, the wrinkles on his face were getting deeper and deeper.

At the same time, he was hunched over with his hands behind his back, and he actually showed a hint of old age.

Looking at Wang Laomao's appearance, Hou Kanshan, who was not far away, secretly sighed.

"What's wrong?" Ma Tianfang asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang is old too." Hou Kanshan sighed.

Ma Tianfang looked at Wang Laomao and shook his head without saying anything.

At this time, Hu Zhuzi whispered: "My wife and children are tired."

But the two people were not in the mood to say weird things and ignored him.

"Hey, it's really weird, why don't you talk about him?" Hu Zhuzi expressed surprise.

Hou Kanshan and Ma Tianfang still ignored him.

What Hou Kanshan is thinking about now is that, from the outside to the inside, only he and Wang Laomao are still present among the old men. The rest are gone, either killed in battle or missing. In terms of seniority, Ma Tianfang and Hu Zhuzi are both later.

Ma Tianfang is not happy either, because his old partner Qin Chuan has not returned after entering the county with Qian Chuaner this time.

Their people also inquired about the periphery, but the Japanese army closed the four gates of the county and did not allow anyone to enter!

So he couldn't help but worry about Qin Chuan.

With their current state of mind, how could they have the heart to joke with Hu Zhuzi, a jerk.

"How long has the interrogation been going on inside?" At this time, Wang Laomao, who had just walked past them with his hands behind his back, suddenly turned around and asked.

When he heard Wang Laomao ask this, Hou Kanshan looked at Wang Laomao in surprise. His expression was undoubtedly "Don't you know how long the interrogation has been going on inside? Hasn't it been a whole morning?"

"Let's go and see how the interrogation is going?" Wang Laomao said. At this time, the cigarette butt in his hand was hot. He threw it away quickly but muttered, "He's so slow."

Hou Kanshan stood up speechlessly and walked towards their battalion headquarters.

There were two guards at the entrance of the battalion. One was from their battalion and wore the uniform of the Northeast Army. The other was in plain clothes with a box gun on his waist. He was from the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing Hou Kanshan coming again, the two guards didn't say anything and let him in.

In theory, this Japanese squad leader was arrested by the cooperation of Shang Zhenying and the Eighth Route Army. Wang Laomao and his men should also be involved in the interrogation, but Wang Laomao was not interested in interrogating the Japanese.

The way their battalion fought didn't need any intelligence from the Japanese. Hou Kanshan had only one purpose in entering the room, which was to see if the Japanese squad leader confessed.

If he confessed, they would just pull him in so that they could exchange the living for the dead with the Japanese.

Hou Kanshan came out after a while, and then shook his head in response to Wang Laomao's inquiring eyes.

"Fuck! There is no chicken*feather trial here!" Wang Laomao cursed with his eyes wide open. He reached out and touched the top of his head, intending to grab his hat and throw it on the ground. However, although he was wearing a military uniform, he didn't wear a hat, so he touched nothing.

"Uncle Wang, please be patient, be patient." As an old man, Hou Kanshan saw that Wang Laomao was about to get angry, and hurried forward to persuade him.

Wang Laomao then took out another cigarette with a snort, and Hou Kanshan quickly lit it for him.

No wonder Wang Laomao got angry.

Qian Chuan'er and his men captured the Japanese squad leader alive, but they met Wang Laomao and his men who were worried about Qian Chuan'er and his men.

But Li Shan of the Eighth Route Army said that we had captured a Japanese squad leader alive, and we should ask for his confession before exchanging the remains of the martyrs with the Japanese devils.

Wang Laomao certainly disagreed at first. His original words were, even if I am not in a hurry to get our bodies back, do you still have Leng Xiaozhi?

And it was at that time that Li Shan told him that none of the two women hanging on the city gate tower was Leng Xiaozhi. The real Leng Xiaozhi had disappeared after being injured, just like Shang Zhen!

Wang Laomao was in his fifties, and he had reservations about the fact that the Eighth Route Army did not rush to tell him about Leng Xiaozhi.

He was anxious to use the living to exchange the dead, but in fact, he did have the intention of quickly exchanging Leng Xiaozhi's body. Although Shang Zhen was unlikely to come back, what if he came back? (Here, Wang Laomao slapped himself when he thought of this)

But knowing that Leng Xiaozhi was not among the two dead women, his psychological burden was finally relieved.

Moreover, this time he heard from the people who came back that the Eighth Route Army's spies made great efforts to capture a Japanese squad leader alive.

Thinking of this, he agreed without losing two days.

But the trouble is, the next news came back that Qian Chuan'er, Chen Hanwen, Qin Chuan and the other three had not come out since they entered the county town, which made Wang Laomao anxious.

But how could it be so easy for the Eighth Route Army to get a confession from the Japanese squad leader? He was a Japanese, at least none of them could speak Japanese, so they urgently called a translator.

As a result, they were only interrogated this morning.

How could Wang Laomao not be anxious about this?

It would be fine if Shen Mugen and the others died in battle, but what if Qian Chuan'er and the other three were caught by the Japanese devils again? Then wouldn't he have to exchange those three people with the Japanese for hostages?

He was busy with his work, but you guys were still taking your time in the interrogation. Wang Laomao was a man who liked to vent his anger on others when he got angry. He could hold back his anger now because he was old and had rested for the past two years.

Wang Laomao was just hanging around outside the interrogation room, and from time to time he asked Hou Kanshan and the others to go in to see how the interrogation was going. But every time he came back, Hou Kanshan shook his head at him.

So the soldiers outside the room saw Wang Laomao's frown getting deeper and deeper, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the people outside saw Wang Laomao finally jumped up with a "wow", cursing "Interrogation of your grandma! Interrogation!", and then ran to the room!

The Eighth Route Army soldier was looking at Wang Laomao all the time, and Wang Laomao made him confused!

The soldier knew why Wang Laomao ran to the room.

But just when he was about to stop them, and Wang Laomao knew that he would stop them but he would still break in no matter what, suddenly someone shouted from behind: "Uncle Wang, we are back!"

Hmm? This voice is more effective than anything else, this voice sounds so friendly!

Wang Laomao turned back subconsciously and saw that several people were almost in front of him. The person who just called him was Qian Chuan'er, who else could it be?

And with Qian Chuan'er were Chen Hanwen, Qin Chuan, a soldier and many people in plain clothes that he had never seen before.

That soldier was responsible for getting information on the road in their camp, what if Qian Chuan'er and his men couldn't find them after they came back, right?

"Hey! You are back, you son of a bitch!" Wang Laomao smiled with joy, but the wrinkles on his face were more than when he frowned before!