Sanbao is also at a young age and agrees very much with Xia Yuan's words. He now admires Xia Yuan very much. He dealt with seven Japanese Japs by himself and killed them all. He had nothing to do. If it were him
, he could only be beaten by the Japanese devils and run around.
Moreover, the Japanese devils did so many bad things in China, and they still chose to forgive the little Japanese devil. What would this make the soldiers and civilians who were insulted or killed by the little Japanese devil think?
Sanbao will not forgive the Japanese invaders, nor will he let the Japanese invaders go.
Therefore, he very much agreed with Xia Yuan's suggestion. The most important point was that the little devil's clothes could have so many uses, and he didn't want to give up just like that.
The old village chief thought for a moment and finally nodded.
The three of them took off the little devil's clothes again, found the naked little devil's body in a corner and threw it in.
The confiscated loot was placed in the cart that had been left outside the village. There was so much loot that the cart couldn't even hold the straw. Out of helplessness, they had no choice but to throw away all the straw on the cart, leaving only
It is covered with a layer, and from a distance it looks like a pile of straw is being pushed.
It's dark and it's a good time to go on the road.
Niujia Village was raided by the Japs, and all the hundreds of people in the village were killed by the Japs. The people who heard the gunshots earlier were the militiamen who resisted in Niujia Village. After taking off the Japs' clothes and putting them on a cart, the three of them came
In the courtyard, there were several corpses lying in the dark courtyard, and near the door there were the corpses of two young children.
Sanbao ran over and helped up the little girl's body. There were undried blood stains on his dirty face, and there was an eye-catching blood stain on the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened, he touched the child's neck tremblingly, and stretched out another stick.
He put his fingers under the little girl's nose and lowered his trembling hands.
Xia Yuan helped up another little boy. The little boy's body was already cold and stiff. There were five bullet holes in his thin body from the Japanese. His blood had dried and his body was stiff. He turned his head and looked at Sanbao.
Slowly, with a slight tremor, he put down the little girl's body, and shook his head emotionally.
Xia Yuan sighed, put down the little boy's body, and said, "Village Chief..." There was another silence.
The old village chief had tears in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to wipe them away and then came to the door. The bodies of the three guerrillas were covered with bullet holes made by the Japanese. Their gray clothes were soaked with blood and turned dark black. He took off their heads.
Standing in the yard with a towel for a long, long time.
After a long while, he turned to look at Xia Yuan and said: "There is a blood feud, and we will never share it! Let them record the debt of Niujiacun, and we will avenge them!"
The old village chief's voice was filled with hatred and hoarseness, and he said: "Xia Yuan, you are right, you can't have a trace of compassion for the little devils, otherwise the villagers of Niujia Village and the people who were killed by the devils
, Soldiers will never rest in peace down there!"
He slowly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, "There is a blood feud and we will die together!"
Sanbao and Xia Yuan were on his left and right, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing heavily. Sanbao shouted at the top of his lungs: "Folks, rest in peace. I will kill more little devils and help you avenge them!"
Xia Yuan followed Sanbao and said in a cold voice: "These thirteen Japanese devils today are not the end, but the beginning. I will settle the accounts one by one, and avenge them one by one!"
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The more than 300 people in Niujia Village are not the end. The crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil are not enough to repay them even if they die a hundred times.
This hatred, this hatred, is absolutely unforgivable! It can never be forgotten from generation to generation! It is the hatred of the family and the country! The hatred of the family and the country!
Forgetting is tantamount to betrayal!
The sky became increasingly gloomy, and dark clouds enveloped the sky in the second half of the night. Strong winds began to ravage the plains, as if lingering resentment condensed in the sky over Niujia Village. In the second half of the night, the pattering light rain fell on the dead Niujia Village, extinguishing it.
The dried sparks in the thatch washed away the dried blood on the ground and washed away the dirt on the faces of the Niujia Village villagers.
The rain at night disrupted their plan to go home in the dark, and they had to wait until dawn the next day before setting off.
In the early morning, the hazy fog rises and gradually disappears under the sunshine. The dazzling red on the horizon indicates the arrival of a new day.
Everything seemed to have been given a new lease of life.
The world after the rain carries the fragrance of earth. The broken Niujia Village welcomes the first ray of sunshine in the morning. That ray of red is so dazzling. Xia Yuan stands at the broken door, smelling the smell of earth.
Xiang Fang said: "The morning sun represents hope. No matter how difficult the Anti-Japanese War is, as long as you can see the sun rising every day, hope is still there."
The old village chief quietly looked at the sun in the distance and savored Xia Yuan's words.
It doesn't even have a profound meaning.
Because the power of the three people was too small, it took a long time to clean up the more than 300 corpses in Niujia Village last night before they collected dozens of them. So while eating breakfast, the old village chief called the two of them and said
: "The people of Niujia Village cannot sleep on the road like this. Xia Yuan, you take the contents of this meeting back to Gaojia Village. Sanbao and I will stay here to clean up. By the way, we will call some people to bring the people of Niujia Village to Gaojia Village."
Buried."
The old village chief said, carefully taking out the package of "Strictly Talking about Protracted War" from his arms.
Xia Yuan refused and said: "Village chief, Sanbao and I should stay here. You are familiar with the road. Sanbao and I are not familiar with each other. If we enter the range of the Japanese, we don't know what will happen."
In the TV series, something happened to the old village chief when he went to a meeting, and he was no longer able to survive when he returned to the village. The movie did not explain what happened, but it is most likely related to what happened in Niujia Village.
Maybe it happened in Niujia Village.
Xia Yuan will never let the plot in the movie appear in reality, so the old village chief must go back first.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sanbao also said: "Village Chief, Xia Yuan is right, you are most familiar with this road. It is not appropriate for either of us to go.
Xia Yuan, if you go the wrong way and meet a kid, something will happen."
The old village chief was deep in thought and seemed to be thinking, but Xia Yuan and Sanbao were not very familiar with this place. If they really let them go, they would probably go the wrong way. It would be fine if they just went the wrong way, but
I'm afraid that if I take the wrong road and end up in a Japanese stronghold, it's not as simple as taking the wrong road.
After thinking about it, the old village chief also felt that what the two people said was reasonable, and said: "You two are waiting in Niujia Village. On my way back, I will go there to find guerrillas from other villages for help. They can't do this
Those who sleep outside should be buried in their graves."
He looked at Sanbao again and said: "Sambo, you are an old comrade, and Xia Yuan is a new comrade. You must take care of Xia Yuan in all aspects."
Sanbao sat on the ground holding a gun and said: "Village chief, Xia Yuan is a new comrade like this. He killed eleven little Japs by himself last night. I only killed one. He can still take care of me."
The old village chief opened his mouth and said, "You take care of him in terms of daily life, and he takes care of you in terms of fighting the little devils."
Sanbao sighed and watched the old village chief push the car away. Xia Yuan said with some worry: "Is it too dangerous for the village chief to go back alone? If he encounters a Japanese, it will be difficult for him to leave alone."
Sanbao said: "Xia Yuan, don't worry. The old village chief has been walking this road for several years. He knows very well where the Japanese have gun towers. And with so many supplies on the car, the old village chief himself is sure of it."
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Xia Yuan nodded thoughtfully, "As long as we are sure, we have to work harder. When the weather gets hot at noon, the body will stink."
Sanbao was shocked in his heart and cursed: "Japs are simply beasts, no, they are worse than beasts!"
Last night they carried dozens of corpses. The death conditions were extremely brutal. Some corpses had their limbs cut off, some had their heads cut off, some had bullets piercing their bodies and were full of blood holes, and some had their bodies disemboweled.
The belly and internal organs were removed, and they even saw a roasted corpse. Some parts had been missing, and no one knew where it went.
In short, for the crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil, killing them a hundred or a thousand times is not enough.
The village was burned down by the Japanese devils, and most of the houses were left with only empty shelves. The usable things in the houses, poultry and livestock were looted and robbed by the Japanese. The furniture was burned, and some walls were even knocked down by the Japanese, leaving only a
Long broken wall.
After the rain, the road in the village became a little muddy, and blood stains could still be seen in the mixed mud. The corpses of the villagers in Niujia Village fell into the muddy mud. The two of them struggled to carry the mud. From the beginning, they were carrying the corpses and chatting.
Gradually there was silence.
Holding a child of five or six years old, Sanbao's movements were a little numb and even mechanical. He looked at the pale and bloodless child in his arms, feeling sad in his heart.
He gently placed it on the ground and lay with the villagers of Niujia Village. He stood up and watched silently.
Xia Yuan was sitting on a piece of clean ground not far away, with a complicated face. He was not a heart of stone, his heart was made of flesh, and it would hurt. Only when he saw the tragedy left behind by the Japanese's "Three Guangs" policy did he feel this deeply.
The darkness of the world and the cruelty of the devil.
Babies, children, defenseless, they swung their bayonets at them.
The Japanese stabbed old people who were over fifty and could not even move. Even women were defiled and killed by the Japanese. They were so cruel that they did not even spare the sixty-year-old old man.
Xia Yuan looked up at the bright sky. The sunshine in the sky was so dazzling.
The soil on the ground is being baked, and the traces left by the torrential rain will eventually be dried by the sun and disappear. However, the grooves left by the dry and cracked mud mixed with rain and soil are like scars that cannot be erased.
"Sit down and rest."
Xia Yuan held the gun with a complicated look in his eyes. He had fought many battles, large and small. This was the first time he had seen such a cruel scene. He hoped that he would not experience a situation that he could not change in the future. Who would feel that powerless feeling?
Can understand.
The more you know what is going to happen and the less you have the ability to change it, the more profound the feeling of powerlessness becomes.
He can change the fate of some small people, but he cannot change the final direction of the war. That cannot be shaken by his power alone.
Just like this village perished in the sweep of the Japanese devils.
There were countless such villages during the Anti-Japanese War, and many of them even had no precise records. No one knew about their deaths. Even if they were passed down by word of mouth, they would gradually disappear in the long river of history.
Xia Yuan sat on the ground, looking at the corpses in the distance. He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather liked to tell him about the past, especially how difficult his life was before, but there was a sense of difficulty in the difficulty.
At that time, he always didn't like to hear about his positive energy, and he got beaten a lot for it.
Grandpa always taught him a lesson, told him to stand up, and said in his ear: "Your living conditions are better now, but how did such good living conditions come about? Do you know? Someone has eaten for you. You can't."
Imagine how painful it is! If you are asked to stand in a horse stance, you will cry for father and mother. If you are asked to hold a knife and fight against the little devil, will you turn around and run away! The bloody spirit of the Chinese people cannot be wasted on your generation.
Lose!"
This is what happened before.
The two rested for a while and continued to carry the corpses. There were too many corpses, so they could only carry them over and sort them out a little. They still had to wait for their own people to bury them. The two people had limited strength. Three hundred
With so many corpses, it would take more than 300 pits to dig, which is a lot of work.
Near noon, the two of them had finished moving more than 300 corpses in Niujia Village. The corpses were moved to an open space behind the village. There were several solitary graves here, and they could just be buried together with these solitary graves. Lunch was
The canned food confiscated from the little Japs had an average taste, very salty, but very nutritious. There was a lot of meat in the canned food. The two people who were used to eating simple meals still ate it with gusto. They also had dry food on them to go with it.
Eat it, it still tastes good.
After finishing the meat in the can, Xia Yuan crumbled the dry food cake and threw it into the can. He stirred it with a branch and turned it into a bowl of batter. The color didn't look very good, but the taste was still good.
Seeing Xia Yuan's eating method, Sanbao imitated him and crumbled the dry food cake and threw it into a can. He tasted it and said, "This tastes similar to the salty paste I drank, but it's a little weird."
Xia Yuan pursed his lips with a smile on his face. When he was in North Korea, what he ate the most on weekdays was this salty paste, especially during the time at Changjin Lake. He made a lot of canned food and distributed it to the seventh interspersed
The soldiers of the company ate those dry fried noodles and put them in the can, and a salty and sticky can was ready.
It was a lot harder when we were in Shangganling. There was nothing to eat in Shangganling. The food was basically given to the wounded. The wounded refused to eat and insisted on giving it to the soldiers who could fight. It was really hard during that time.
, but everyone is full of faith, everyone is full of hope, and the fighting enthusiasm is higher than he has ever seen in his life.
The fierce battle failed to defeat the soldiers, but instead made them march forward bravely and strive to become heroes.