The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 66: Traveling to the army? Where did you join the army, Xiao Youdeng?
The small kerosene lamp was silent and muffled. Shen Le felt his fingertips were rough and cold, without even the slightest tingling sensation, probably because the small lamp had no power output.

Shen Le had no choice but to shake it a few more times and start the protection work after rust removal:

One by one, carefully, use a stiff-bristled brush to brush the tannic acid solution on top. After one round of brushing, brush again, brush again, brush again...

Well, sealing ironware after rust removal is also a delicate job. This work cannot be done with just one round of application. It needs to be repeatedly applied with a hard-bristled brush to promote the reaction between tannic acid and ironware and form a tannate film on the ironware.

In order to make the film evenly formed and thick enough, it must be painted back and forth dozens of times. And the work is not over after painting:
The tanned surface must also be sealed to achieve a long-term anti-rust effect.

Of course, the various parts of the small oil lamp were bent during the disassembly process and needed to be corrected in shape before they could be put back together. As for sealing and so on, there was no rush for that for the time being.

Just painting took Shen Le two hours. After applying the tannic acid, he fell on the bed, holding the wick of the small oil lamp, and closed his eyes to rest:
"Let's not make a fuss anymore, everything is fine. The electricians have been working very hard, let's not cause them any more trouble!"

My fingertips felt numb, and another memory came flooding back. The memory was also filled with grievances:
【I am also very tired! 】

[I’m also having a hard time! ]

Ah, this little guy is very active. Perhaps he has been lonely for too long, so he poured long paragraphs of memories into his mind with all his strength:
This time, it’s so dark…

Before Shen Le could come to his senses, he felt himself being pushed. He stumbled forward and quickly raised the oil lamp, but was pushed down again:
"Lower your head! Don't let anyone see you!"

what's the situation?
The light from the kerosene lamp cannot even be raised high enough. What are you doing?
However, Shen Le himself, or the person he possessed, had already lowered the kerosene lamp obediently. He stepped up and down in the grass and went up the mountain.

Shen Lebai took a quick glance in his busy schedule and saw about a dozen people on the narrow mountain path. Their clothes were thin, with seven or eight patches on them, and many places were torn;

Most of the people were carrying guns. As for what kind of guns they were, forgive Shen Le for not being a military fan, he could only see that there were long guns, short guns, and it seemed, machine guns?
He touched his waist and found that the person he possessed was also equipped with a gun, with a short barrel, like a Mauser pistol. He lowered his head again and saw that he was wearing tattered straw sandals and his leggings were tied in many knots. He was so poor...

Which memory did he go into?
Shen Le lowered his head, followed the team closely, and walked quickly forward. The mountain road was rugged, and even though the person he possessed was very good at walking on mountain roads, he couldn't help but stumble several times.

Shen Le attached himself to that person, and felt weak and out of breath, his stomach was on fire, and his bones were rumbling like drums. His heart was pounding, and his eyes were black from time to time.

If he was walking by himself, he would have collapsed long ago. What's his blood sugar level now? Has it dropped below the warning level?
Wait, this copper sheet has a new function?

It's not about watching from the sidelines, or following like a ghost, but about being able to attach itself to someone and connect to that person's five senses in real time?
If possible, I still think it's better to just watch from the sidelines - Shen Le silently complained. However, the person he possessed was still walking desperately, walking desperately without saying a word.

Not only did he walk by himself, he also stretched out his arms and tried to hold the small oil lamp farther away to light the way for his comrades in front and behind him.

In front of the field of vision, a load was swaying, and the person carrying it suddenly tripped and was about to fall down. Shen Le quickly stepped forward and supported him:

"careful!"

Climbing uphill, going downhill, wading through water, crawling under fallen trees, the sharp leaves of the thatch cut my arms, leaving a bloody mark with each cut.

Finally, everyone stopped in an open space under a big tree and gradually breathed a sigh of relief:

"We're here. Let's take a break..."

There were sighs coming one after another. Shen Le sat down on the ground and was immediately hit by something sharp:
"Ouch!"

There was a gentle laugh all around. A hand reached out to Shen Le and pulled him up:
"Little ghost, don't be so impatient!" Shen Le laughed embarrassedly. This laugh made his stomach growl even louder. He couldn't help but cover his stomach with a bitter face. The next moment, his forehead was rubbed by a hand:
"Don't worry! It's time to cook!"

A few pairs of big feet kicked away the fallen leaves on the ground, and sharpened wooden sticks dug a hole in the soft soil. Someone untied dry firewood, someone untied a black jar, and someone poured water into it.

Wait, where's the rice?
There was no rice. Several soldiers each took a handful of wild vegetables and stuffed them into the pot, poured water, and started to cook them.

Shen Le took the bowl of wild vegetable water blankly and tried to fill his mouth with it. The wild vegetables pulled through his throat, and it hurt like a knife cutting. After drinking the wild vegetable water, it seemed that there was something in his stomach, and it seemed that the pain was even worse?

"Kid, eat something." The elbow was touched, and suddenly, several round, wet things were stuffed into the palm of the hand.

Shen Le looked at it in the light of the fire and found that it was a few red bayberries that were not fully ripe. He looked up blankly:

Hey!
These bayberries are not ripe yet!
Are you sure you can eat this on an empty stomach? You won't get hungrier if you eat it.

Before he could figure it out, his companion had already distributed the bayberries one handful at a time. It was the turn of the thin middle-aged man with glasses standing in the middle. He looked down at the bayberries in his hand and suddenly walked towards Shen Le:
"Little devil, let me switch with you!"

My hand was pulled over, and it felt light, then heavy again. What fell into my hand were a few deep purple, fully ripe bayberries.

"Instructor! You eat this——"

When Shen Le heard the person he possessed, he jumped up hurriedly.

However, the instructor smiled and pushed him down, and with his other hand stuffed the red bayberry into his mouth, chewing it bit by bit, with a smile on his face even though his cheeks twitched from the sourness.

Shen Le felt a pang of pain in his heart, and his chest was churning. He also silently stuffed the bayberry into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. The acid in his stomach was churning, twitching like fire, and the pain in his chest was even worse:
This is our team, he thought, this is our team…enduring hunger and all kinds of hardships, yet still marching forward with determination…

After chewing the bayberry, the instructor took out a harmonica from somewhere and started to play it softly. Shen Le stood beside him, moving his lips and singing silently in his heart:
"Every revolutionary soldier must keep in mind the three major disciplines and eight points of attention..."

After the song was finished, the instructor led them to sing it several times, then spread out the book under the light and called everyone to come forward. He pointed to the words on the book and taught them to learn:

"Today we will learn these words... All actions must be carried out under command..."

The light from the oil lamp shone on the lenses of his glasses, sparkling and as bright as his eyes.

Shen Le listened attentively. Even though he knew the song from beginning to end and knew every word, he still focused on listening to the instructor's lecture.

As he listened, the little soldier he possessed suddenly asked:
"Instructor, when the Japanese are driven away and the revolution succeeds, what will our lives be like?"

　This paragraph made the cat want to cry...

　　Cat wants a hug...

　　Cats need lots and lots of comments to comfort them...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)