Chapter seven hundred and thirty first suffering people
The people in the occupied areas have been living in dire straits. Not only do they lack food and clothing, they also suffer bullying and even massacre by the Japanese and puppet troops.
But compared to those who live in panic all day long, they would rather die on the land where their ancestors have lived for generations than to die in the wilderness of a foreign land.
In the past few months, the 51st Army, the 57th Army, commanded by Commander Yu Xuezhong in the theater behind enemy lines, a large number of guerrilla columns and three elite Japanese divisions fought bloody battles in this land.
And this land of plenty and plenty in the Huaihe River area, which is hundreds of miles around, has been devastated by wars and has been reduced to ruins by artillery fire. Countless villages were reduced to ashes in the raging fires.
The Chinese ** team that was stranded fighting behind enemy lines suffered heavy losses. The control area in the theater behind enemy lines was greatly reduced, and many places were once again controlled by the Japanese.
In order to achieve the effect of deterrence, the Japs captured many civilians who had helped the Chinese Communist Party dig trenches and carry stretchers during the war. They massacred and burned many villages. Hundreds of miles around became lifeless under the bloody control of the Japs.
The Chinese army can retreat after losing the battle, but the people whose homes and fields are here cannot leave. The Chinese people have a strong sense of rurality.
Most people work on the land for their entire lives. Without the land they depend on for survival, they lose their source of livelihood.
The defeated army withdrew to the north, hundreds of miles away, but the people stranded in this area suffered. Under the bullying of the Japanese, many people were arrested and killed. Almost every village had people wearing sackcloth.
Dai Xiao.
Under the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers, many ordinary people had to help the Japanese, but once the guerrillas fought back, those who helped the Japanese would be arrested as traitors, killing chickens to scare monkeys, and another killing.
Therefore, the people living in the enemy-occupied areas are very miserable. They have been living in dire straits. Facing the forces of all parties, most people have gradually learned to be on the wall and talk to everyone.
Telling lies is a helpless thing in order to survive.
"Old lady, catch those two ducks in our house. This army has won the battle, so we have to show it."
It was already late at night, but Xiaowangzhuang was still bustling with people. The officers and soldiers who had won the battle were treating their wounds and cooking in the Zhuangzi, and it was a lively scene.
But the common people behind closed doors had sad faces and were not happy at all. The army had won the battle, and they, the poor people, had to give something to the army, otherwise it would be unpatriotic.
"Master, we only have two ducks left in our house. If we feed them to the soldiers, then there will be no more ones to lay eggs. Then..." The skinny woman was a little reluctant.
The man with the same slender body sighed and scolded: "You have long hair and short knowledge. What is more important, two ducks or life? Look, the Liu family has been driven out. I'm afraid they will have to deal with it this time."
Criticizing traitors."
Hearing the words of the skinny man, the woman also trembled and whispered worriedly: "Then last time the Japanese came, we also sent out two ducks. You also said that you sent ducks to report that you were safe... That's an enemy.
, will he be regarded as a traitor to..."
"The Japs took it by force. We have no enemies. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will be killed." The thin man hurriedly interrupted the woman.
Seeing her man's nervous look, the woman understood what he meant and said, "I know, then I will go and catch the two remaining ducks in our family, and you will send them to them later."
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The skinny man looked at the bare-walled home and waved his hands with a sigh: "Go."
Soon, the two big fat ducks were taken out of the duck cage and their feet were tied.
"Just stay at home and I'll be right back."
The man grabbed two fat ducks, opened the door bolt, and walked along the bumpy village road to the central grain drying field.
On the grain drying ground, the guerrillas wearing different military uniforms and the brothers brought over by Yang Ling were staying here to rest, and the seized weapons were piled as high as a hill.
"Old Wang, you should come over too."
The skinny man carrying two struggling fat ducks had just taken two steps when the door to the opposite door opened with a creak.
My neighbor also went out carrying half a bag of rice. When he saw the fat duck in the skinny man's hand, he was also stunned and nodded immediately.
"Come on, let's go there together." The skinny man sighed and asked his neighbor to go together.
Soon, people from every household came out, either taking some grain, or carrying chickens, ducks, dried fish and other things, and walked silently to the grain drying field.
"Fellow, what are you doing?"
The sentries standing guard outside Shaiguchang were brothers brought by Yang Ling from the 74th Army. Seeing such a large group of common people carrying chickens, ducks, fish and meat, and carrying food, they were also stunned and asked puzzled questions.
"Boss, didn't you win the battle? Although we are ordinary people, we still hate the little devils. You have made us Chinese people angry. Let's give something to reward the bosses. If the things are not good, don't dislike them.
Please accept it."
"Yes, yes, let's give the bosses something to reward them for their hard work in fighting the Japanese."
The common people holding all kinds of things in their hands all responded with stiff smiles.
"Fighting the Japanese is our duty, but you are too polite."
Seeing these enthusiastic people coming to express their condolences with things in hand, the sentry on duty also felt embarrassed and said hastily.
"Boss, it's not good for us to go over and disturb you, so we just put the things here." The leading old man said to the people behind him: "Everyone, put your things down, let's go back."
These villagers were also familiar with the way and put down all the grains, chickens and ducks they were carrying, and then left without waiting for the sentry to react.
"What's going on?" Seeing the commotion here, Wang Huzi came over with his two brothers.
"Sir, these fellow villagers said they brought us some food for the sake of the labor force. They put down their things and left." The sentry hurriedly stood up and saluted, and then pointed to a large pile of things.
Seeing these tied chickens and ducks and bags of grain, Wang Huzi grinned: "Who the hell said that the people behind enemy lines are not patriotic? This is a good proof. If you have money, give money, and if you have strength, give strength.
This is called national resistance."
"Don't even look at it. Move it to the yard. Since the fellow villagers rewarded us, we can't let their kindness go to waste. Let's accept it."
Wang Huzi didn't think much about it. After seeing so many things, he immediately had a stronger impression of the people of Xiaowangzhuang and called on his brothers to move their things.
The brothers also happily started moving the things sent by the people to the Liu family compound. For a while, the chickens and ducks were fluttering, and it was very lively.
When Yang Ling heard the commotion outside, he walked to the door and looked outside. When he saw Wang Huzi directing his brothers to carry chickens, ducks and grain into the yard, he was also puzzled.
"Huzi, where did you get these things?" Yang Ling asked.
"The group seats were given to us by fellow villagers as a reward for our victory in the battle -" Wang Huzi replied with a smile.
Yang Ling also didn't expect that the people behind enemy lines loved their troops so much. He also thought that he would win more battles in the future and not let them be bullied by the Japanese again.
"Since it's a good intention, then accept it and remember to go to the door tomorrow to say thank you." Yang Ling ordered.
"yes!"
"Why thank you? It's better if we don't hold them accountable for collaborating with the enemy." After hearing Yang Ling's words, Zhang Liechen in the room also spoke.
Zhang Liechen said angrily: "Sir Yang, don't look at how enthusiastic they are to give us gifts. The Japanese are here and they may give more than they do now."