Wang Chengzhu fell into silence and thought as he watched dozens of ragged local villagers rescued by him from the invaders.
Following his true feelings, he wanted to turn around and return to the house to deal a fatal blow to the temporarily subdued enemies. But looking at the ordinary people with hunched bodies in front of him, he hesitated. The original owner of the body had also done the same thing.
Long-term agricultural production, experience and memory constantly tell Wang Chengzhu that the physical fitness of the young and middle-aged villagers in front of him is not bad.
People who have been engaged in heavy physical labor in the fields using shovels and hoes for a long time can barely make ends meet on weekdays without the nutrition that cannot keep up with the consumption of functional repair due to age. They can fully bear the title of strong men or young adults. But these people are not weak.
It is understandable that a man who is a farmer dare not resist in the face of guns and bayonets. But seeing his relatives, friends, women and children being humiliated, and still not daring to stop them, it is a bit unjustifiable.
Just when he overthrew the enemy and rescued the villagers from their prison cells, he didn't even have the courage to pick up his rifle and fight back.
This chapter has been completed!