The flames on the unburned thatch have been extinguished, and the sparks ignited the thatch to emit a pungent smoke. The blood on the dirt road in the village mixed with the soil and turned into mud. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Through the pile of corpses, Sanbao Farewell
Too much to prevent himself from seeing the child's miserable state, there were tears of hatred in his eyes.
"village head!"
The old village chief turned his head, made a silencing gesture, and said in a low voice: "The Japanese devils haven't left yet!"
Sanbao gritted his teeth hard and said, "Then we must not let them go!"
"Look at the situation!"
The old village chief turned his head and looked at the source of the sound. Gunshots came intermittently. He couldn't see clearly what the current battle situation was like. He was also anxious. He couldn't fight again. Once he fought, there would be a lot of Japs and they would be everywhere.
There is absolutely no place to run in the open plains.
But if he didn't fight, he didn't want to let go of the Japanese just because of the scene in front of him.
After thinking over and over again, he decided to act based on the opportunity.
"Xia Yuan, you are still a new soldier and have never participated in a battle. Just follow Sanbao and wait here while I go ahead to explore the situation."
In a corner, the old village chief knelt down and whispered.
Sanbao said anxiously: "What kind of business is this? Village chief, you and Xia Yuan are here to watch, I'll go."
After saying that, he was about to turn over.
The old village chief grabbed Sanbao's clothes, pulled him back, and said, "Where are you going? This is what you can do. You have only been on the battlefield a few times. Have you ever killed a kid? Come back!"
He frowned, and the crackle of gunshots came from the distance. The sound seemed very hollow in this empty plain.
"The three of us act together so we can have someone to take care of us. No shooting is allowed without my order!"
"yes!"
Xia Yuan and Sanbao nodded.
At this time, in a half-collapsed house in Niujia Village, three seriously injured militiamen were struggling to resist. They had a rifle and two old sleeves. Their bodies were seriously injured, and their clothes were stained red with blood.
A bandage was tightly bound.
A man was leaning in front of the wall, breathing heavily. A stream of blood foam came out of his mouth and he made a hiccuping sound. He pushed hard and pulled the trigger towards the figure shaking outside. After a burst of black smoke, he hugged
Gun was squatting on the ground, and in front of him were two seven or eight-year-old children, a boy and a girl, hiding in the corner.
"Well... don't be afraid, my second uncle will protect you."
The girl's dirty face was stained with tears and full of fear. The boy's face was full of persistence. He wiped away his tears: "Second uncle, I want to avenge my mother! I want to kill the little devil!"
The second uncle had a sad smile on his face. They had been blocked here by a small group of Japanese soldiers. The way out had been blocked. He was not sure whether they could leave alive. He looked at the two seriously injured comrades who were still struggling to resist.
, his heart gradually sank.
He reached out and rubbed the little boy's dirty hair, nodded and said: "Okay! When you grow up, kill more little devils to avenge your mother! Don't forget, there is your father."
"Yeah!" The little boy's dirty face showed determination.
After a comrade fired a shot, he squatted down holding his wounded abdomen, turned to look at his second uncle, and said with a wry smile: "The Japs have surrounded us."
He looked at the blood on his palms, with a hint of despair on his face. The image of the people in Niujia Village being massacred by the Japanese came to his mind. His despair turned into determination, which was a determination to live towards death.
The gunfire has stopped, and the ammunition on their bodies has been almost exhausted.
Another comrade squatted down, took a deep breath, and heard the sound of blood entering the trachea of his second uncle. He touched his empty pocket, then dropped it weakly. When he saw the two children, he asked: "Child,
What to do with the child?”
The second uncle said nothing, with a gloomy look on his face.
The comrade who was injured in the abdomen grabbed the gun in his hand and said: "Break out! For no other reason than to give them a chance to escape! We will never escape."
The second uncle's face regained some vitality. He pushed the ground with his gun to stand up and said, "Breakout! Children are the hope of Niujia Village. They cannot die here."
He reached out and grabbed the boy's hand and said: "Child, listen to my second uncle, if there is another fight later, you must look for opportunities to escape! Do you hear me?"
The little boy's eyes suddenly turned red. Children of poor people have long been in charge. In the countryside, at such a young age, he already knows almost everything. He also knows what the words of his second uncle mean. He shook his head and burst into tears.
Eyes filled with tears: "Second uncle, I don't want to leave you. I don't know where to go without you."
The second uncle coughed violently again, coughing up the blood foam stuck in his trachea. The violent coughing involved the wounds on his body. He grimaced in pain, and blood flowed down his chin into his clothes. "Be obedient, you still have to live for me."
Your father, your mother, and the three hundred and twenty-one people in Niujiazhuang are seeking revenge. If you don’t want to avenge a blood feud, how can you let me go?”
He grabbed the little boy's wrist hard, and the blood flowed into his trachea and caused a violent cough. He felt more and more that his life was constantly draining away, and he became more and more powerless. He knew that he would not live long, so he used the only resources on his body.
He saved the energy and said: "Work hard to live and avenge the people of Niujia Village, and avenge your father and your mother!"
The second uncle was much less injured. He grabbed the gun and turned to nod to the other two comrades. He looked at the shaking figures outside through the broken window. The Japanese would pull the trigger with a bang, and a bullet would swish.
Firing over, the bullet hit the wooden window, and broken wood splattered everywhere.
"Let's act, it will be bad if the Japs get in." The second uncle coughed out the blood in his mouth, used the last bit of strength in his body, and looked back at the two children with hopeful eyes, "Remember, head
Run away without looking back. Only when you are alive can you have hope. Only when you are alive can Niujia Village have hope!"
He tightened the wound with a strip of cloth, endured the heartbreaking pain, and rushed open the door. Behind him, the two injured comrades rushed out of the hall dragging their heavy bodies and shot at the Japanese Japanese hiding in the yard. The enemy
The bullet pierced the body of the second uncle who was at the forefront. He pulled the old sleeve and blood spattered. When his body fell down, he looked at the house, opened his mouth, and fell heavily to the ground.
His eyes also lost their color.
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The two children rushed out of the room like crazy and ran towards the door. They ran desperately and ran hard, but the Japanese Japs had already surrounded the entire courtyard. Even the Japanese Japs were hiding on the walls of the courtyard.
It was a small group of Japanese soldiers who were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield after the large Japanese army had swept away.
The militia in a village has backward weapons and equipment and basically does not have much combat effectiveness. After the Japanese army implements the three-guang policy, a small group of Japanese soldiers will be left to clean up the battlefield.
More than a dozen Japanese soldiers coordinated their tactics well and surrounded the entire yard. Before the little boy and the little girl could rush out of the yard, they were shot through the body by the Japanese soldiers on both sides. They would not do it because the two of them were young children.
Just let them go, even unformed babies can break open their bellies and jump out with bayonets. People who can move are just beasts that can resist in their eyes.
There was no miracle. The reality was always so cruel. The two children fell into a pool of blood. The boy died on the spot. The girl was still breathing. Her heavy breath blew away the sand under her cheeks, and her dirty face was in the darkness.
I couldn't tell what the expression was, but my bright eyes were full of nostalgia for this world, but I never imagined that this world could be so cruel.
She hasn't had a good look at the world yet, does she still have...
"It hurts, mother, my body hurts..."
After the girl let out a weak moan, her eyes slowly closed. What lingered in her ears was the rampant laughter of the Japanese, dirty, ugly and disgusting, laughing wildly in a 'victor' posture.
Laughter echoed in this bloody courtyard.
"Stupid Chinese people, they are worse than pigs."
The Japanese soldiers made sure that there were no resisting militiamen in the room. The team leader led the Japanese soldiers into the yard and carried the dead boy's body with his feet. The body swayed slightly with the force of his feet, making sure that the body had been
When there was no response, the team leader retracted his feet and glanced at the three dead guerrillas in Niujia Village with a look of disdain.
Backward, ignorant, and ignorant, this is the impression that the Chinese people gave to the Japanese. The Chinese people behind this group do not deserve to have such a vast land. Giving such a large land to the Chinese people behind this group is simply a waste.
"A group of backward people are sitting on countless wealth but don't know how to use it. The Emperor of Japan is here to take back the wealth you don't deserve!"
The captain of the little Japanese devil is full of anger, angry about the unfairness of the world. The great Yamato nation has raised so many people, has the most advanced weapons and equipment in the world, has the most powerful army in the world, and has the greatest military in the world.
Nation, but only gave them such a big place.
And China, with its vast territory, is owned by a group of ignorant and very backward primitive people. This world is so unfair.
They deserve to die, they all deserve to die, they are not worthy of using this kind of land, this kind of land should belong to the Emperor of Japan.
Looking at the corpses in the yard, the team leader did not feel uneasy at all. Instead, he felt that it was completely normal. Their arrival was to free this ignorant nation and this ignorant country. They all deserved to die!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling in the air, and a bullet shot out of the air. With a pop, it penetrated the head of the squad leader. His mind was still at the moment of 'They don't deserve to have such a land', and his body
But he had already fallen heavily to the ground.
The Japanese who reacted shouted in Japanese: "There are still enemies, there are still enemies! Find bunkers!"
Xia Yuan, who was kneeling on the roof, put down the gun in his hand and glanced coldly at the Japanese hiding in the yard.
"Who asked you to shoot!" The old village chief looked at Xia Yuan in shock and anger. Shooting without permission would make it impossible for the three of them to escape.
Xia Yuan put away his gun and jumped off the roof, rolling on the ground to relieve his strength, with bloodshot eyes: "They just killed two ten-year-old children, thirteen Japanese soldiers, only thirteen Japanese soldiers, they killed
A village, I don’t want to escape! I have already watched the people of Xiajiazhuang being massacred by the Japanese Japs. I escaped. If I escape now, my conscience tells me that I will regret it. Even if I kill many Japs, my
I will spend the rest of my life with regrets."
He grabbed the gun hard and said: "Thirteen Japanese soldiers, I hit one, and there are twelve more!"
The old village chief turned his head in shock and looked at Xia Yuan with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, "Hit!?"
Xia Yuan nodded with certainty, "We hit a Japanese officer. They have a small team that can deal with it!"
After hearing this, the old village chief touched the four bullets in his arms and hesitated, but Xia Yuan had already fired, the Japanese had been alerted, and they had been exposed.
"I'll punish you when I get back!" The old village chief put the bullet in the magazine and turned around and said: "Sambo, find a corner to hide. Don't waste bullets. Make sure you can hit the Japanese devils!"
Sanbao grabbed the gun, gritted his teeth hard, and said: "Village chief, don't worry, I will not waste a bullet, I will send every bullet into the body of the Japanese devil!"
"Move freely, but you must be able to see each other. We don't have many bullets!" The old village chief pressed four bullets into the magazine and warned: "Protect yourself. Only when you are alive can you fight the little devils."
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"Um!"
Xia Yuan and Sanbao nodded heavily, Xia Yuan said: "Village chief, I will continue on the roof!"
The old village chief nodded, and saw in the dark moonlight, Xia Yuan climbed up the two-meter wall very skillfully, put the gun behind his back, and climbed to the house very easily, stepping on the earthen roof
He disappeared, and then half of his head appeared again. It turned out that he was lying on the ground.
The old village chief was extremely amazed at Xia Yuan's dexterity in reaching out, while Sanbao's eyes widened: "I can't get up on the Kang with such dexterity."
"Stop talking nonsense, go and look at the gate. Save the four bullets. Don't say anything when you are out of bullets. We can't let the devils find out that we don't have many bullets." The old village chief turned his head and glared at Sanbao, and said again: "
Remember, protect yourself, I don’t want your white-haired girl to send you to a black-haired girl."
Sanbao said: "Village chief, I killed a few little Japs. Even if they die, my mother won't blame me. She should be happy that her son has made a difference. He killed the Japs and avenged his father and fellow villagers who were killed by the Japs."
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The old village chief glared at Sanbao, silenced his voice, and stared into the distance. The Japanese howls came out, and he quickly asked: "Xia Yuan, what's going on?"
Xia Yuan saw the situation of the Japanese soldiers clearly from the roof, and whispered: "Four on the left, five on the right, and three in the middle are coming towards us."