Chapter eight hundred and ninety seventh oppression and resistance
Dusk is approaching, the iron-gray sky is dark and ruined, and the cold wind is whirling and blowing from under Gaoyou City. The rolled up smoke and dead leaves are like butterflies, slapping the thin bodies of the young and strong people from time to time.
The brutal fighting turned the fortresses and trenches built by the Japanese outside the city into ruins, and dark red bloodstains wrapped with shrapnel could be seen everywhere.
The little devils had not recovered from the fierce battle and needed to rest and recover. The puppet troops were sent out to hunt down the scattered guerrilla officers and soldiers, so the hard work of repairing the fortifications and trenches fell on the civilian workers.
The Japs have strict regulations in their infantry drills, so they are also very rigid. Almost wherever they go, their fortifications will be built.
In the past, their engineering troops repaired it themselves, but now that their troops are stretched thin, they can only recruit Chinese civilians to repair it for them.
Faced with the Japs' bayonets and the maintenance committee's intimidation and threats, the poor Chinese people naturally did not dare to disobey, so they had no choice but to leave their warm homes and go to the cold wind-swept wilderness to build trenches for the Japs.
These civilians who were recruited knew that they were helping the Japanese to build trenches and attack their own troops, and would cause serious casualties to their own troops.
However, there were Japanese supervisors nearby, and if they were negligent, they would be hit with rifle butts, punched and kicked. They had to bite the bullet and help the Japanese repair it, but in their hearts they scolded the Japanese countless times.
Although the battlefield has been cleaned, some corpses buried underneath are still found when cleaning the collapsed trenches.
Many of the corpses belonged to guerrilla officers and soldiers, and most of them were blown to pieces. The common people quietly hid the broken arms and legs behind the enemy's backs, and waited until they found a place to bury them at night. This was the only thing they could do.
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The Japanese soldiers with bayonets were fierce and arrogant. Although the Japanese soldiers supervising the young men on the battlefield only had two detachments of more than 20 people scattered scattered, they had guns.
Although there were hundreds of civilians recruited from nearby areas, they were still afraid of the gun-wielding Japanese because they were unarmed.
The skinny young men were malnourished due to long-term lack of food and clothing. However, the Japanese made them work, but only gave them two meals of gruel. After working for a day, they were already hungry.
Seeing that it was getting dark, the young men were moving slower and slower due to exhaustion and hunger. Their eyes glanced at the temporary camp in the distance from time to time.
Beside the shack over there, a steaming cauldron was cooking gruel, which was dinner for the young men. They smelled the aroma and became even hungrier.
"Yours, work quickly!"
The little devil also wanted to finish the work early and go back to the city to rest. He kept kicking, beating and scolding these young men who were stumbling in the cold wind, urging them to work faster. They were already a little impatient.
From time to time, some slow-moving young men were hit by the butts of the Japs' rifles, and their heads were covered with blood. Faced with the vicious eyes of the Japs, they dared not speak in anger.
"Bagaya road!"
A short, stocky little devil with a small tuft of black hair under his nose saw a thin, young man who was slow and rushed forward with a rifle butt.
The heavy gun butt hit his back, and the young man screamed in pain and was knocked to the ground. The dirt on his shoulders also rolled over and spilled out.
The Japanese cursed fiercely, and then kicked him violently several times, causing the young man to roll and wail.
"Working lazily will punish you!"
The Japs spoke cold, dry Chinese, and kicked the thin young man until he vomited blood from his mouth.
The Japanese didn't want to freeze in the foreign office where the cold wind was howling. He just wanted to scare the monkeys and scare the rest of the young men into speeding up.
The little devils around also noticed the situation here, but they only took a glance and looked elsewhere because they were already accustomed to it.
Because they know that even if there are hundreds of these young men and they only have more than twenty people, these docile and sheep-like young men still pose no threat to them.
Anyone who wanted to resist them would have already joined the guerrillas or been captured and killed by them during raids, leaving behind the so-called good people.
In the eyes of the little devils, these so-called good people are born weaklings and cowards. They look down upon them, so they can bully them without restraint.
In fact, this is indeed the case. They plundered the money of these good people, bullied, beat and teased them at will. They seemed to do nothing but laugh at them.
With thousands of years of Chinese traditional culture, most Chinese people have inherited and carried forward the tradition of kindness and simplicity. Their ancestors have taught them that harmony is the most important and being kind to others.
So even if they encounter the bayonet of the Japs, they still feel that as long as they are kind and do not provoke the Japs, the Japs will never cause trouble for them.
Even if the little devil robs their finances and bullies them, they will immediately reflect on whether they have done something wrong, or shift the responsibility to the soldiers. If the soldiers resist, the little devil will not
It will bully them.
For these Chinese people living at the bottom who have no culture and no concept of country and nation, food, clothing, housing and transportation have become almost their entire life, and they work hard all their lives just to survive.
As for whether the flag of the sun or the blue sky and white sun flag is planted at the top of the city, it doesn't make much difference to them. It's just that the food turned over has been changed to another object, and they can still continue to live their lives.
This is also the reason why the Japs can easily occupy vast areas with a small number of troops, because most people will not resist unless bayonets are placed on their necks.
The Japanese's kicking and beating continued, and their wailing continued. The short and sturdy little Japanese's face was filled with excitement. Watching the thin Chinese man rolling under his feet and begging for mercy, he seemed to have discovered a fun toy.
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But the dozens of Chinese people standing a few meters away only showed expressions of pity and regret, but did not dare to step forward to stop him.
Of course, some people clenched their fists, but when they saw the rifle and bayonet in the Japs' hands, they let go angrily and could only turn their heads to the side.
"I was wrong...I was wrong, stop fighting."
The young man, covered in mud and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, held his head and kept begging for mercy and wailing, but this only made the little devil even more pervertedly excited.
"Taijun, Taijun, don't fight. If you hit me again, you will die..." Someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and pleaded weakly.
"You guys have to work quickly, or you'll die!"
The Japanese turned his head and glared ferociously, and the onlookers were so frightened that they dispersed and did not dare to speak any more.
Just as the young man who had been kicked and beaten by the Japanese was wailing less and less, and the young men around him were shaking their heads in regret, someone rushed over from a distance along the trench.
"San'er! San'er!"
The visitor was the young and strong brother who had been beaten. After receiving the news that his younger brother had been beaten, he hurriedly threw away the work he was doing and hurried over.
When he saw his younger brother lying in the trench, dying, vomiting blood, and being beaten by the Japanese, his eyes immediately turned red.
"Little devil, I am your ancestor!"
Although the visitor was also skinny, he was so angry that he rushed towards the Japanese with a curse.
"Han Er, don't be stupid!"
The young men around him saw the angry young man roaring and rushing towards the Japanese, and it was too late to stop him.