"Brother, are you really leaving tomorrow?" Hu Zi said reluctantly.

"You have grown up, why are you still mother-in-law and mother? You have asked this several times." Wu Ming replied with a smile, "Don't always be like a child who never grows up, you have to walk the road yourself in the future."

Hu Zi lowered his head, his face full of loss, and after a while, he looked up and said, "Then let's have a meal together! The villagers in the village are all here!"

Since ancient times, China has had an unwritten custom, so-called sending dumplings to welcome noodles. Family and friends come to eat noodles, which is called "long-term reception", relatives and friends have to travel far away, and dumplings are to eat meals for farewell, which is called "short delivery". One long and one short expression of hope for reunion and hope that those who go out will return early.

"Mr. Wu, eat more. Although I know I can't keep you, I still hope you can come back soon." Village chief Wang He brought a plate of steaming dumplings again.

"Haha, I really can't eat anymore. My stomach is about to burst." Wu Ming smiled while touching his stomach.

"Mr. Wu has great insight. Let me give you an idea before you leave. When will this messy day end?" Wang He hesitated for a moment and asked.

Wu Ming smiled and shook his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Wang He, lit one himself, and took a deep breath.

"According to my estimate, it will take seven or eight years to drive the Japanese away. During this period, the villagers should be as careful as possible and just get through it." Wu Ming thought for a while and said.

"What do you mean is that this little Japan has only seven or eight years of luck, and China will still not be destroyed?" Grandpa San asked in confusion.

"Yes, of course China cannot perish, so Japan has only been struggling for seven or eight years." Wu Ming nodded firmly and affirmed.

"But these seven or eight years are hard to endure!" Wang He's eyebrows that had just been stretched frowned again, "You can't always stay in this big ravine without going back to the village!"

"It's not impossible to go back to the village, but there are still risks and it's very laborious." Wu Ming thought for a while and decided to give them an idea.

"Mr. Wu is a capable person. He came up with a solution so quickly. Tell me quickly." Wang Hexi said.

"This, okay!" Wu Ming began to plagiarize the things in the movie "Tunnel War" and said it in a very clear way, "...There has been formed a tunnel network with houses, streets, and villages. In order to make it difficult for the Japanese to find the entrance of the cave, the villagers must strictly keep it confidential, and then cleverly hide the entrance of the cave, use walls, pots, wells, earthen kangs, and donkey troughs as cover. Build some traps at the entrance of the cave, bury landmines, insert sharp knives, or dig the crisscrossing "chessboard roads" in the cave. In order to prevent the Japanese from destroying the tunnel with water, fire and poison, install checkpoints, flap, anti-virus, and waterproof doors in the cave, or dig the tunnels high and low, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and have several breakthroughs directly to the outside of the village. In this way, the tunnels become underground protection buildings that can be attacked, defended, and retreated."

Wu Ming talked and painted for a long time, took a sip of water, and continued: "Let Hu Zi train the young and strong people in the village to take turns to stand guard every day, use wolf smoke during the day and fire at night. When the Japanese arrived, the villagers all got into the tunnel. This might be a solution."

Wang He nodded and said to Hu Zi who came over, "You can understand what Mr. Wu said, "Do you remember everything?"

"Yeah, remember." Hu Zi nodded, his eyes still staying on the messy piece of paper.

"I just talk about my ideas, and everyone can think of some more ways to improve it." Wu Ming said modestly.

"I'm not afraid of not being able to do it, I'm afraid of not expecting it." Grandpa San nodded and exclaimed, "Although there are few people in our village, the place is also small. If I spend some effort to dig up the tunnel, I'm really not afraid of the little Japanese devils. At worst, I can damage some of the equipment. As long as I have life, I won't be afraid of anything."

"Yes, Mr. Wu has come up with a good trick. When the spring thaws, we will start digging the tunnels." Wang He was also happy.

"Master, I haven't quite understood some things yet. Why don't you stay there for another day!" Hu Zi pointed to the drawings and said.

Wu Ming gave Hu Zi a blank look. The boy was clearly trying to be scheming. "I didn't understand, right? I'll sleep with me tonight, I'll tell you."

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At five o'clock in the morning, Wu Ming packed up his luggage and walked out of the cave accompanied by Hu Zi.

As soon as he left the cave, Wu Ming was stunned. Dozens of people from all over Wangjia Village were standing outside the cold entrance of the cave.

"Everyone knows that Mr. Wu is a free and easy person and can leave as he says, so I let my boy watch it." Wang He pointed his son Wang Bin and said.

"You have your share too!" Wu Ming was moved and turned around and glared at Hu Zi.

"Don't blame them, you are the savior of Wangjia Village. If you don't send you off when you leave, then will you still be a human?" Grandpa San came over.

"This is the dry food prepared for you, and there is some money." Wang He handed over a package.

"Thank you everyone, thank you fellow villagers." Wu Ming took the package, carried it on his back, and bowed his fists at the people who saw him off with a smile.

"Mr. Wu, let Huzi send you to everyone." Wang He said to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming nodded, turned around and strided, and walked far away. When he looked back, he could still vaguely see the figures of the villagers standing.

The taste of parting is so desolate. I want to say how strong it is to say goodbye. Maybe keeping you will only increase your shallow and deep sighs and despair, because every time I can't touch your figure, you are always as easy to be hurt like a helpless child. I want to hold back tears, but I can't hold back sadness, and tears have turned into tears without realizing it.

"Huzi, just send it here!" When Wu Ming turned to speak to Huzi, he found that Huzi, who had been silent, was already in tears.

"What's wrong?" Wu Mingqiang smiled and reached out and patted Hu Zi on the shoulder, "I will never see each other again, and I cry like a child."

"Brother." Hu Zi wiped his tears and said with a sob: "Let me give you another way!"

"Follower." Wu Ming shook his head and said in a low voice: "There is no banquet in the world. It is fate for you and me to reunite, and separation is also fate. There will be fate to meet again in the future."

Hu Zi stubbornly turned his head aside, wiped his tears and snot with his sleeves, and did not speak.

"As you, go back! Don't worry your mother and fellow villagers." Wu Ming persuaded kindly.

Hu Zi turned around helplessly and looked at Wu Ming deeply for a while, as if he wanted to engrave Wu Ming deeply in his heart.

"Brother, take this." Hu Zi handed over the Type 97 sniper rifle in his hand. "I know that the bullets of your gun are very expensive, and there are not many left, so it's better to use this one."

"Okay!" Wu Ming nodded with a smile, took the sniper rifle, and Hu Zi stuffed dozens of bullets into the package before handing it to Wu Ming.

"Your responsibility is to protect your relatives, do it well!" Wu Ming said with an encouragement smile.

"Brother, take care of yourself!" Hu Zi said and shed tears again, "I will go to you if I have the chance in the future."

"Male, bleeding but not crying." Wu Ming hardened his heart and scolded, "Okay, I'll leave now, you go back too!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode without looking back.
Chapter completed!