Chapter 799 794. Mr. Cheng who loves to bask in the sun

The old man basking in the sun looks really old. His face and hands are covered with age spots. He is estimated to be around 90 years old.

He was leaning on a recliner, with his eyes half closed, as if he was taking a nap in the sun.

At the same time that Uncle Gou Gou looked over.

The old man's eyes opened quickly, and he subconsciously supported himself on the armrests of the recliner with his hands. His eyes followed and stared at Grandpa Luo Luo.

The two men looked at each other in the air, the old man loosened his hand that was supporting the armrest, and looked up and down at Grandpa Gougou with a scrutinizing gaze.

The same goes for Uncle Gougou.

The two old men looked at each other for a while, and then Grandpa Gou Gou walked towards the old man and stopped one step away from him.

The old man also sat up straight.

Neither of them spoke.

Luo Yihang was curious, so he walked over and asked, "Mr. Gonggong, do you two know each other?"

Grandpa Gonggong shook his head and replied, "I don't know, but I can smell it."

"What's that smell?" Luo Yihang asked again.

This time it was the old man who answered, "The smell of blood."

He speaks with a Hebei accent, which sounds like someone from Baoding.

Ok?
Luo Yihang smelled it carefully, "There is no smell of blood."

"Hahaha."

Both old men laughed.

But he ignored Luo Yihang.

The old man on the recliner looked at Grandpa Gonggong and said with a smile: "You must have killed a lot of people."

How did he know? Luo Yihang looked at Grandpa Gonggong curiously.

Uncle Gonggong looked calm, spread out his hands, and said calmly: "Nine devils, six of them were soldiers, one pilot, and two officers. More than 20 bandits, and three spies."

Luo Yihang, the nine Japanese devils in front, knew about this guy, but he didn't mention the bandits and spies behind him.

This Mr. Luo Luo, why is he still hiding something?

The old man on the recliner, when he heard Grandpa Gou Gou say that he had killed more than 30 people, did not change his expression. Instead, he smiled and said, "You old fellow is taking the trouble to remember it. I, an old man, have forgotten it long ago."

Hey, this guy in pack 13 is more skilled than Mr. Gonggong.

At this time, the main force had entered the space center.

The reception staff noticed that a few people were missing, so they hurried out to look for them and saw them at the old man's place.

He trotted over and called out politely, "Mr. Cheng."

Then he said to Luo Yihang and Grandpa Luo, "Grandpa, Mr. Luo, the tour is about to start, let's go in."

Grandpa Gonggong waved his hand and said, "No, I'll just stay here and chat with the old guy."

"Well..." The staff didn't know what to do.

When Luo Yihang heard this, he thought that this Mr. Cheng must have a story. Visiting the transmission tower was boring, but this place was interesting.

Then he smiled at the staff and said, "It's okay. I'll stay here with Grandpa Gonggong. Please take care of the other side."

That's fine. They are very familiar with receiving large tour groups anyway, so they don't need Luo Yihang's help.

Then Mr. Cheng also waved his hand and said, "Xiao Xia, go and do your thing."

Only after this person spoke did the staff member agree to leave.

After he left.

The entrance guard enthusiastically brought over two chairs and two bottles of water. Luo Yihang helped Grandpa Gonggong to find a shade under a tree and sit down.

Invite Mr. Cheng again.

Although it is November, the afternoons in Hainan are still quite sunny.

But Mr. Cheng didn't go over and just sat in the sun.

If you like to sunbathe, then do it.

Although they were far away, fortunately they both had loud voices so it didn't affect the conversation.

"Which unit are you from, old man? You are a real man if you dare to kill the Japanese." Old Cheng spoke first.

Uncle Gonggong did not hide the truth and waved his hand and replied, "I was never a soldier. I was rescued by the army in 45. The place where I was recuperating was where someone claimed to be the 10th Guerrilla Regiment of the Shanxi New Army's Third Column of Decisive Death. Its real name was the 129th Division."

This is something that has not been said.

Uncle Gou Gou was at the Shanxi airport, and the one who rescued him was the 129th Division, the famous Liu-Deng Division.

But what is the Shanxi New Army?
Luo Yihang had never heard of it.

Old Cheng had heard of it before, and said with a smile: "The Third Column of the Shanxi New Army is also a unit of our party. It fought side by side with the Eighth Route Army. In the past forty years, it was incorporated into the 129th Division, and later belonged to the Taiyue Military Region. Later, it was the Central Plains Field Army, and later, the Second Field Army."

"If it's four or five years, it's quite fate. That year, I followed the Yanbei Detachment to fight in Taiyuan, and your 129th Division was also there. Have you ever heard of my name, Cheng Gangtou?"

Grandpa Gonggong smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't go. I lay in bed for several years. By the time I was able to get out of bed, I was almost free."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cheng slapped his thigh and said, "Then you lose."

Grandpa Luo Luo laughed and said, "That's right. No one is as lucky as you, old man."

When these two people met for the first time, they both called each other "old guy".

Moreover, he did not mention anything about his injuries and recovery. He was indifferent to life and death. Or, in other words, as long as he was still alive with his hands and feet intact, it was not worth caring about. Luo Yihang did not understand...

"Did they catch up with the Korean War later?" Mr. Cheng asked again.

Uncle Gonggong waved his hand and said, "No, I followed the 19th Division of the 57th Army to fight bandits in the mountains after liberation. By the time we came out of the mountains, the battle in North Korea was over."

"Oh, you went to the Second Field Army. Going southwest." Old Cheng said he understood, and then he said proudly, "I did go there, and later I was incorporated into the 66th Army. I was the first to cross the Yalu River."

It turns out that this Mr. Cheng was a volunteer soldier.

"Then how many American devils did you kill?" Uncle Gonggong asked with a raised eyebrow.

He still remembered that when he was talking about the number of enemies killed, Old Cheng was pretending to be cool with him.

Finally, Cheng sighed and pointed at his head. "I was shot during the Battle of Zhangjiakou during the Peiping-Tianjin Campaign. Since then, I have double vision and can't shoot accurately. I changed my career to join the engineering battalion. I only built roads and bridges in Korea, but didn't kill many enemies."

In other words, this Mr. Cheng.

He was shot in the head, but he survived. He just saw double. He is so lucky.

Moreover, even after being injured, he did not leave the army and did not fire a gun. He was determined to make a contribution and go to the Korean battlefield even if he had to carry loads on his shoulders.

In addition to building roads through mountains and bridges across rivers, they also killed and wounded enemies even when their shots were inaccurate.

Luo Yihang felt that he was so lucky to meet so many old heroes.

This is a rare opportunity, and I was just about to ask about the details of the battle.

But Grandpa Luo Luo spoke first, "Then you're at a loss, you just have to climb the snow cave."

"That's right." Old Cheng slapped his thigh again. "It was really cold there. I remember it clearly. At the end of 50, during the third battle, it was more than degrees below zero. We climbed through snow caves and rushed through barbed wire. There were also minefields. The ground was frozen and hard. When we dug trenches, sparks flew when the pickaxe hit us."

"That was actually not so bad. Later, when we rushed through Gaoxiuling and cooperated with the 42nd Army to penetrate behind enemy lines, we encountered a big river and had to jump into the river to build a bridge. It was really cold. I felt like an ice cube. My body was frozen brittle, and only my chest was a little warm. My snot froze before it even reached my lips..."

Once Mr. Cheng starts talking, he can’t stop…

(End of this chapter)