The gunshots resounded on the ground outside Shilipu Village and in everyone's heart.

The villagers who were originally preparing to break through the encirclement were first scared when they heard the gunshots. At this moment, they saw the Eighth Route Army soldiers lying on the ground, and their fear was gradually suppressed by self-blame.

"Big flying!"

An Eighth Route Army soldier realized it and shouted sadly at this moment, and threw himself in front of Gao Fei's body.

He is the squad leader of this team, named Meng Dechang, who is in his forties.

Meng Delong knelt in front of Gao Fei's body, watching the blood flowing on the ground still steaming, he stretched out his hands covered with frostbite and stayed in the air, at a loss.

Corresponding to the gurgling blood is Meng De's long tears.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

It is said that soldiers have an iron will, but when facing the enemy, they have to show their strong side, criticize the enemy, turn into shields, and strive to protect everything they should protect...

But when they turn around, they also have a long love affair with their children.

Zhang Dabiao walked gently to Meng Dechang, squatted down, took off his military uniform without saying a word, and covered Gao Fei's upper body.

"This class is all my only one left with Dafei..." Meng Dechang choked, tears dripped, but his teeth creaked.

"I know."

Zhang Dabiao spit out three words and responded to Meng Dechang's words.

He knew that a few days ago, Yamamoto sneaked into Yangcun, and Meng Dechang's class rushed to the forefront. The whole class was one person, leaving Meng Dechang and Gao Fei.

Zhang Dabiao is already commonplace in this situation and becomes a little numb, but it does not mean that he does not know the kind of grief in it.

Looking at the handsome brother who was still discussing who was a girl in front of me, after a battle, he left forever, like a thorn in his throat.

The dead are always quiet, and they don’t think about anything or care about anything, but they leave indelible scars in the hearts of the living.

Wang Yu took a long breath, pressed down his slightly sour nose, and glanced at the silent villagers. He did not speak, but walked to the front of the villagers, looked at the black muzzle of Chu Yunfei's army, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Captain Chu, now we have decided to advance and retreat with the villagers!"

When Chu Yunfei heard this, his brows frowned slightly.

"Hmph! Do you want to rush out with this group of mobs? It's a fool!" Fang Ligong spoke first, and his bones' prejudice against the Eighth Route Army made him disdain for the Eighth Route Army in front of him.

Wang Yu glanced at Fang Ligong, smiled slightly, and didn't care much. He looked at the black Czech light machine gun muzzle and continued:

"Indeed, for the 358th Regiment, we are undoubtedly shaking trees and chariots, but we will not resist. If the villagers want to continue to escape from here, we will walk ahead of them!"

Chu Yunfei's eyes flashed and he finally spoke, saying:

"You do this, it will be difficult for someone Chu to do!"

Fired fire at the Eighth Route Army, which would cause the two sides that were originally working to fight against the enemy to collapse again.

"The clay pot will not break from the wellhead, and the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. When we are born in troubled times, you and I have already pinned our heads on the belt. Since we are infected with the plague, we have no idea of ​​living. Commander Chu does not have to make things difficult for him. I think even if our commander knows this, he will understand Commander Chu's righteousness."

"Soldiers should take it as their responsibility to defend their country, what is the country? The brothers and sisters behind me are the family, and the fellow villagers are the country. Therefore, we will advance and retreat with them, even if we die!"

As he said that, Wang Yu turned around without waiting for Chu Yunfei to respond and shouted to Zhang Dabiao and others:

"All collection!"

As soon as he finished speaking, twelve Eighth Route Army soldiers who had already made some moves came out of the villagers, held their guns on their backs, and stood in a row.

Although Zhang Dabiao, Wang Chengzhu, Wei Monk, and the remaining nine Eighth Route Army soldiers were not in good condition due to the plague, their eyes were bright and bright.

Looking at the more than ten people in front of him, Wang Yu shouted loudly:

"If we have to die today, let's go and explore the way for the fellow villagers to avoid being bullied by the little ghosts!"

After saying that, Wang Yu turned around and walked towards Chu Yunfei first.

Chu Yunfei narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed, and he was not angry at Wang Yu's behavior.

On the contrary, he praised Wang Yu's move.

The latter's previous words were not for him, but for the villagers of Shilipu. At this moment, he was slowly approaching and was also forcing the villagers.

With the villagers' character, the Eighth Route Army would definitely not let the Eighth Route Army die for him, nor would the 358th Regiment open fire, because once the fire is opened, not only will the Eighth Route Army die, but even the villagers behind him will also affect the fish.

Wang Yu's steps were neither too fast nor too slow, but he was extremely firm.

As he approached, Fang Ligong sneered a few times, and then shouted indifferently:

"Prepare to shoot!"

At the same time, he raised his forearm and observed Chu Yunfei's face. As soon as the latter's face changed, he would immediately order the machine gun to fire!

Unfortunately, although Chu Yunfei's brow was slightly slight, his expression was calm and extremely dull.

Hearing Fang Ligong's call, the village elder's heartstrings were already tense, and he was even more shocked at this moment. Even the excited men around him were no longer calm, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The village elder glanced around the villagers and saw the answer from their faces. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but said with a little dejected look:

"Forget it, the King of Hell told us to die in the third update, so we won't live tomorrow. Everyone, let's go back to their own house..."

Wang Yu paused and stopped.

Cold sweat had already ejaculated from his palms. He was less than fifty meters away from the Jinsui Army at this moment. If he continued, even if Chu Yunfei was unwilling to shoot, with Fang Ligong, shooting would be inevitable!

It’s not that he is afraid of death, but that once the gun is fired, all the villagers will be shot and killed. At that time, it will be a tragedy, a bloody tragedy.

Hundreds of ordinary people were shot and killed by their own army. Is this absurd tragedy?

Seeing that the villagers did not move, the village elder angrily sat on the ground with a wooden stick as a crutch and shouted loudly:

"What? Did I say nothing? Do you have to wait until you get a gun before turning back?"

As he said that, his face flushed and he coughed violently.

"village head!"

Several nearby villagers anxiously supported the village elder.

Chu Yunfei said at this moment:

"I will solve the problem of food. In addition, the health team is already on the way to come, and will give priority to treating children!"

Hearing this, the villagers slowly retreated back to the village.

In fact, the moment the guns were fired, the villagers felt timid in their hearts. When they saw Gao Fei commit suicide, they were deeply shocked and then blamed themselves.

It means that they indirectly killed Gao Fei!
Chapter completed!