This was the first time Guan Surou met Diao Ye, a man who broke into her bedroom in the middle of the night and covered her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making any sound.
Being able to run a family from the age of nine and still support an alcoholic scholar father, Guan Surou is actually far stronger than most women in the world. According to common sense, she should stab this girl with the hatchet she is holding tightly in her hand right now.
"Malicious" man's belly.
Guan Surou has done this kind of thing. A few years ago, when she was 14 years old, she took a hatchet and chopped off the green-skinned hand of a man who touched her, leaving only a bit of skin attached to her arm. She faced the person who wanted to replace her.
Qingpi's relatives and friends who came back to the scene made angry accusations. Without saying a word, he bit the braid on the back of his head in his mouth, wrapped the knife handle tightly around his hand and wrist with a cloth strip, and stood at the door of his house.
The little girl explained with her actions what is meant by "Society, my sister Rou, people are ruthless and don't talk much". The hatchet wrapped tightly with cloth will never fall off after just one cut. Before they beat her to death, she at least
You can pull a backrest.
Obviously, no one wants to be the one who takes the back seat. A group of men and women faced off with a little girl in the cold wind for an hour, and finally retreated helplessly. Naturally, Qingpi's hand was broken in vain.
From then on, no one dared to bully her.
She is like a small grass, surviving in this troubled world.
It was such a woman who was as strong as grass. Just when she was about to fight to the death with the searching Japanese army, she was attacked by a "flower picker" and had her mouth and nose sealed with a thick and thick palm.
Miraculously there was no resistance.
Just because of that sentence: "I'm here to kill the Japanese."
The familiar northern accent has fully proved his Chinese nature. The most important thing is that his slightly grinned mouth and exposed white teeth actually gave Guan Surou, who had always only believed in herself, a sense of security that she had never had before. It seemed that he
If you say it, you can definitely do it.
However, that generous palm actually gave Guan Surou the urge to take a bite. It wasn't that the hand covered her and she couldn't breathe, but...
Guan Surou really felt a little ashamed at that moment.
Human emotions are really amazing! At such a time, she could still think about those things.
Quickly adjusting her mood, putting aside the "immoral" thoughts and the fear of the coming Japanese army, Guan Surou blinked her rather large eyes, hoping that this confident and even narcissistic man could see it.
After all, the person who will soon enter the house to search is not just a kid. The footsteps Guan Surou heard from her third aunt's house were at least three or four Japanese.
"Very good! That's it, don't make a sound and hide yourself." The low voice of the cheap man sounded in Guan Surou's ears again.
Then he turned over and got off the kang, like a "flower picker" who had just finished a crime. Don't put on your pants and leave too fast. Even if the room was extremely dark, if it weren't for the little light coming from the window, you could almost reach out.
Not even a finger could be seen, and this guy rushed towards the door without any hesitation.
How could a special forces soldier who was about to fight the Japanese invaders in the county not study the topography and characteristics of the houses in Jingxing County? Not to mention that he was already familiar with the topographic map of Jingxing County, and the characteristics of most of the houses in Jingxing County.
It is also very familiar to Diao Ye.
Jingxing County is part of Hebei, but it is also close to Shanxi. The characteristics of the house not only have the characteristics of southern Hebei, but also absorb the style of Shanxi.
Slightly affluent families like to build tiled houses, the kind with pointed roofs, divided into the main house in the north and the concierge in the south. The main house is where the main house lives, and the concierge keeps things or the children live. The main house has three rooms, with the kitchen or hallway in the middle.
There are bedrooms on both sides, and there are usually three concierges, with a gate in the middle and rooms on both sides. Poorer families have the architectural style of Shimen in southern Hebei, such as Baoding, with a small courtyard-style structure, but there is no south
The north room is the main room, and the elderly live in the main room. The east or west side rooms are used to store things or for children to stay. They are usually flat rooms.
A down-and-out scholar who is also an alcoholic relies on a young girl to support the entire family's expenses. You can imagine what Guan Surou's family is like. If it weren't for the fact that there are some old items passed down from ancestors in the family that can be mortgaged to a pawn shop for money.
To subsidize the family income, this simple little courtyard house is probably gone long ago.
Heavy footsteps had already arrived at the entrance of the courtyard. Guan Surou bit her lip gently. Instead of hiding as the man said, she quietly walked down the stairs holding the extremely sharp hatchet that she had sharpened over the past three days.
He got off the kang, hid by the door, and peeked out of the house.
It was no longer dark in the small courtyard. The torch lit by the kid illuminated the small courtyard dimly. Two Japanese soldiers strode into the courtyard holding torches. Outside the house, there was still the light of the torches.
Obviously, just as Guan Surou had estimated, there were at least three or four Japanese invaders, two coming in and at least one outside. The Japanese troops acted separately. For that confident man, the difficulty of a successful sneak attack did not decrease, but multiplied.
Increase.
No matter which group he attacked secretly, he would alert the other group, and the Japanese soldiers all had guns.
Perhaps the best result today is to kill the two Japanese soldiers who entered the house! If that guy is really as confident and powerful as he seems.
But, where is that man? Where did he go? Until now, Guan Surou has not seen the figure of the man in dark clothes. If it were not for the warmth of the thick palm still on her lips, she would definitely feel that she was hallucinating. She
At that moment of extreme fear, I imagined a heroic knight from the book to save myself from fire and water.
The two Japanese soldiers were obviously accustomed to the extremely northern Chinese style hut in front of them. They kicked open the door without scruples and stepped into the north wing with a faint light of fire. They were greeted by a strange smell of incense candles.
It was a dull fragrance, and it also had a smell that was disgusting from the bottom of my heart.
The ever-burning lantern with a slight flame dancing was placed in front of a dark coffin. One end was large and the other was small. The coffin was facing the Japanese soldiers who kicked in the door. The wind blew by the kicked-in door and blew up like a bigger ever-burning lantern.
The flames swayed from side to side, as if welcoming the two uninvited guests.
However, this welcome was obviously not what the two Japanese soldiers needed.
"Baga! He turned out to be a dead man." A Japanese soldier with the rank of private muttered depressedly.
Not only the Chinese don't like to see coffins, especially in this situation. The Japanese don't like it either.
This is obviously very unlucky.
The bad luck makes people feel that the air here smells even worse, as if the whole house is filled with a rotten smell of death.
Another Japanese soldier with the rank of private frowned and said, "The Chinese are very cunning, Gou Shijun, lift the lid of the coffin to prevent the Chinese from hiding inside."
This is the difference between veterans and new recruits. One is afraid or disgusted with death, while the other is able to face it calmly.
"Shit" There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the private, but he did not dare to disobey the veteran's order. He put the gun in his hand back on his back, took a step forward and used all his strength to push the coffin lid.
The coffin is inherently thin, and according to ancient Chinese rules, long coffin nails will not be nailed until the coffin is carried for burial. This is a beautiful wish that the loved ones can come back to life after a few days of rest.
Although this drunkard who mocked the Japanese army for his popularity as a scholar has long been dead and is unlikely to be resurrected, the old rules still have to be followed.
Therefore, Private Shit did not use even one-third of his full strength before he pushed the coffin board to the ground with a loud "bang".
"Biandu-kun, what's going on?" came the voice of the Japanese soldiers outside the small courtyard who quickly and alertly shouted.
"It's okay, I knocked something over. Watch the door and don't let the Chinese escape." The superior soldier's calm reply reassured the two Japanese soldiers outside the door.
"Biandu-kun, there is no one, only... one dead person. The smell here is too bad, let's go to the next one!" The look on the face of the "shit" private who looked into the coffin
It's not much better than the frightening head in the coffin with bared teeth and a sallow face.
The Japanese private, who took deep breaths to calm his inner fear, even forgot about the decaying smell of death coming from the coffin, and did not know how much he had inhaled the depressing smell of incense and candles that filled the air.
"Idiot, if there is a dead person parked there, it means there is a living person in the room." The superior soldier glared at the private who was frightened by a dead man, and couldn't help but shake his head. The smell here is really unpleasant.
Listening to the noise coming from the north wing, Guan Surou held the hatchet in her hand tighter, tears welling up in her eyes.
The Japanese are beasts. They killed her last relative and left him with no peace after death.
That confident bastard is nowhere to be seen now. Perhaps because he saw so many Japanese soldiers, he was already hiding in a corner and shivering!
Since men can't do it, then let women do it! Listening to the two heavy footsteps coming to the east wing, the eighteen-year-old girl tried hard to calm down the extreme fear in her heart. After three days of grinding by her, she was able to cut off the cup.
The rough-tongued hatchet was raised to her waist. As long as she was given a second, she could stab the hatchet into the kid's belly. Another stir would disrupt his intestines and he would be dead.
The girl's breathing was very thin as she tried to calm down her fear, but the Japanese soldier who came over heard her.
With a proud smile on his face, there were not only people in the room, but also women, women who were defenseless.
Another task completed.
However, neither the two Japanese soldiers nor the girl who was preparing to fight to the death knew that outside the house less than ten meters away from them, as early as forty seconds ago, when the Japanese soldiers outside the courtyard were yelling at the situation inside the house, a black figure rushed down like a tiger descending the mountain.
To them.
The Japanese superior soldiers did not pay attention, and the Japanese soldiers outside the hospital did not answer.
Perhaps it was the dull smell of incense that made his head spin!