Anqing Ferry.
After more than ten days of bloody battles, Zhang Wei and Qiu Qingquan finally arrived at Anqing, the ferry on the Jiangsu border with their troops.
They did not encounter a large number of Japanese troops in the past two days.
Instead, small groups of Japanese troops continued to fight.
The Cantonese army lost almost half of its troops.
The troops arrived at the Ningguo assembly area, and Zhang Wei and the others only had 300 troops left.
Qiu Qingquan and the others may not know what is going on in Nanjing now, but Zhang Wei, who is hiding in the wilderness at this time, naturally knows very well that there are some things that he can't do, and he can't change anything by himself.
The only thing he can do is to do his best and obey fate.
"Sir, when the search team comes back, let's quickly make arrangements to cross the river.
It's okay if there are no enemies nearby.
The most important thing is to find a boat.
We can't let everyone swim across," Zhang Wei said in a low voice.
"Well, it's best to find a ferry.
If there isn't one, we can only build a raft.
Try to get across in one voyage."
Qiu Qingquan glanced at his torn clothes and said.
There was a rustling sound in the distance, the sound of shoes stepping on the soft sand.
The soldiers raised their weapons habitually, and the constant encounters in the past few days really made them fearful.
"Who" "It's me, sir, He Kun's voice came."
The people around him breathed a sigh of relief.
He Kun came back with a group of people from the search team.
He Kun was beaten to death these days, and He Kun was covered in blood, and the military shoes on his feet were scratched.
"How is it?
Is there a boat?"
Zhang Wei asked.
He Kun took a breath and said, "Sir, there is no one at the ferry, just a few boatmen.
We didn't dare to go up and ask.
We took a quick look and found that there seemed to be two or three boats, one big and two small."
"Are there any ghosts?"
"We didn't see any Japanese.
We didn't see anyone else except the boatmen."
Qiu Qingquan nodded: "Cross the river."
Zhang Wei responded and asked He Kun to lead the way.
The troops of less than 300 people immediately walked out of the hidden bushes, spread out, and headed towards the ferry.
Zhang Wei looked at the scenery along the river.
There was only a slight mist on the river, and there were no Japanese soldiers around.
If he crossed the river quickly, there should be no problems.
"He Kun, bring the boats over.
Qiu Wei, bring the boatmen over."
He Kun led the men to wade through the water and immediately pulled the three boats to the shore.
"Boss, we brought him back."
Qiu Wei brought back seven or eight boatmen, and several soldiers held weapons against the heads of the boatmen.
Zhang Wei asked Qiu Qingquan: "I'll ask them if they can take us across the river."
Several boatmen were so frightened that they bent down and did not dare to look at Zhang Wei.
It reminded Zhang Wei of the scene in the movie of his previous life where the gangsters robbed and the victims did not dare to look at their faces.
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Zhang Wei looked at how they were dressed and came from poor families, so he didn't want to embarrass them.
"Fellow, we are not Japanese.
We want to cross the river and we won't hurt you.
Now let me ask a few questions and you can answer them."
Several boatmen did not answer, so Zhang Wei took it as acquiescence.
"Fellow, are there any Japanese here lately?"
A tall boatman clenched his fist and bravely replied: "Boss, a group of devils came a few days ago and killed a few of our old buddies and the people in the nearby villages.
All that was left was what was stolen from the boat.
Three."
"How many of them crossed the river?"
"They captured Ma Liu and the others, and a dozen of us were captured.
Four or five of the general's boats were robbed, and two or three of the small crabs were robbed.
This group of damned people didn't rob many boats.
I guess, I guess.
There must be more than a hundred numbers.
There were more than a hundred people, which meant that there might be more than a hundred Japanese on the other side.
It would be okay if they didn't find themselves, but it would be terrible if they attacked halfway across the river.
Even if they fire when they land, it will still be enough for Zhang Wei and the others to drink a pot.
"Okay, Qiu Wei, please be polite to me.
It's not easy to put down the gun."
Zhang Wei has asked all the questions he should ask.
Now it depends on whether these boatmen are willing to take him across the river.
If they can do it best, Zhang Wei and the others can do it themselves.
It is not that they have not trained to cross the Yangtze River during training before.
"Brothers, we have a merciless request here.
Could you please help us cross the river?
We will be grateful after we cross the river."
As soon as Zhang Wei said this, the boatmen all bowed their heads.
That's right, no one wants to take their lives for granted.
"When the job is done, everyone who helped will get twenty dollars in cash."
The boatman who had just answered the question slowly raised his head and asked tremblingly: "Sir, you can't arrest people or kill people. ah.
Zhang Wei replied: "We are not devils.
We will be grateful when the deed is accomplished.
These soldiers are also from poor backgrounds.
How can the Chinese embarrass the Chinese?"
"Sir, I'll go with you."
Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction.
In fact, one person per boat is enough.
These old boatmen are rich in experience and their soldiers are not ordinary ferry passengers.
As long as they cooperate, they can get over quickly.
"Xiao Shunzi, your mother is still ill.
Don't you want to make money?
Give it a try, otherwise you will never survive this life."
There have been wars for years.
Although Anhui and Jiangsu are in the central areas of the country and there are not many wars, there are still problems.
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It was only the government that stopped it for a few years.
When the boatman said this, not only Xiao Shunzi, but also several other boatmen were moved.
The purchasing power of twenty yuan was quite strong.
The boatman who had just answered Zhang Wei's question gritted his teeth and took a step forward: Sir, we will take you across the river one by one in a boat.
You can't cheat, let alone kill people.
You will be punished.
Seeing that the boatmen agreed, Zhang Wei was very happy.
He should also show some sincerity.
He took out the remaining ten yuan in his pocket, counted it as a deposit, and handed it to the boatmen.
Qiu Qingquan saw Zhang Wei pay.
Of course, he couldn't be empty-handed.
The chief of staff was rich.
The war was going like this.
The guard took out two large tubes from the cowhide satchel, which was a total of fifty yuan.
Zhang Wei looked at the boatmen with straight eyes, "Is that enough?
These are all."
Money can make all the difference.
If nearly 60 yuan was dropped from the ocean, the boatmen would have risked their lives long ago.
Thanks to Zhang Wei's good looks.
Kind, speaking and calm.
Zhang Wei told them that he would give them the remaining forty yuan after crossing the river.
As for the money, it must have come from Qiu Qingquan.
Zhang Wei didn't believe that there were only forty yuan in the two big satchels.
"Sir, let's get on the boat."
The team of less than three hundred people was divided into two large boats and four small boats.
According to the capacity of the ship, the big ship can carry one platoon, the small ship can carry one and a half shifts, which is just enough to hold everyone.
If the big ship squeezes a lot more, one voyage is enough.
Zhang Wei's reinforced company, one platoon, two platoons, and three platoons each boarded three large boats.
Each boat took an additional squad of soldiers gathered near the headquarters.
The fourth platoon and the remaining people took four small boats to cross the river at once, which was enough .
"The boat is sailing.
Sit tight and hold on tight."
The boatman made a small sound, pushed the pole back, and the small fleet set sail.
Even in wartime, it is necessary to shout.
For the boatmen, this voice is for the river god to hear, and it is also for themselves to hear.
The sound is peace and life.
Even if it is a war, they will not Dare to violate years of rules.
This is the working people.
Their reverence for life is sometimes far greater than their fear of death
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