Mu Dun'er's real name is Zhao, and the village he lives in is called Zhaojiacun. It is indeed not far from this ridge, only three miles away.
However, just like Miyamoto River and Worry, Zhaojia Village is also on a cliff, with only an extremely rugged path going down the mountain.
In fact, the reason why the ancestors of the mountain people chose to build their villages on these mountaintop cliffs with inconvenient transportation is also very simple. It is just that the Taihang Mountains are steep but the tops of the mountains are mostly flat, and there is water, which is enough to ensure the most basic living needs.
And there is only one road into the village, which can protect you not only from wild beasts but also from bandits. It is definitely a good place.
As for the crops that need to be planted, they need to travel a little further, and the mountain roads that go up and down hundreds of meters or even kilometers are not a problem for the mountain people who are already used to it.
Even a seven- or eight-year-old child like Mu Dun'er spent a full hour driving his two beloved sheep up and down the mountain to herd here because the grass on this ridge is richer.
Along the way, Miyamoto Kazuo couldn't be more satisfied with this silly Chinese kid. With just a few toffee, he was able to get all the information about the small Chinese mountain village he was about to arrive.
Zhaojia Village is very small, with a total of only a dozen households and dozens of people. The elderly and children account for more than half of them. The young and middle-aged men are either recruited as civilian laborers to build fortifications for the Chinese army, or they go out to hunt in the mountains to work for the whole family.
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It can be said that this kind of protective power is really beneficial to Miyamoto River and the five people who went down the ridge and entered the mountainside slope and used the remaining corn stalks to block their bodies. They didn't even have to work hard to use those women and children.
Be your own shield.
Miyamoto Kawazu even dared to guarantee that those cowardly Chinese soldiers did not dare to shoot. Just like they did in the Northeast, in order to hunt down the die-hard Chinese elements who dared to oppose the imperial army, the Chinese in the mountain village who dared to provide them with supplies were
All the people were tied up and killed one by one at the foot of the mountain, one every twenty minutes. When the tenth person was killed, the heart of a Chinese baby was picked out and swallowed by the somewhat perverted Kurokawa Yuichi.
The Chinese rebels in the mountains finally couldn't stand it anymore.
They rushed towards the small mountain village crazily, shooting desperately, trying to save their compatriots with their own lives. Unfortunately, the stupid Chinese did not know that there were at least four machine guns waiting for them in front of them.
Although Miyamoto Chuan watched with his own eyes the Chinese resistance army, which numbered less than twenty people, trembled in the tongues of flames spewed out by four light machine guns, they still stubbornly charged forward and fell down, even crawling forward in pain and difficulty, which did not feel too bad.
It was a great pleasure, but he completed the military order.
After all, Japanese ninjas who have undergone the most rigorous martial arts training have not personally sent the remaining dozens of villagers into the abyss of death with machine guns like Second Lieutenant Kurokawa, who died in front of the Chinese position in the early morning. However, they can send their own
Burying sin like this may make the so-called guilt a little less overwhelming!
And now, he needs these lowly Chinese villagers again, not to kill more lowly but unwilling Chinese people, but to use them to force the Chinese soldiers not to dare to shoot in order to protect themselves. This is somewhat
Miyamoto Chuan and the second lieutenant, who came from a minor aristocracy, felt a little ashamed.
Then, the only thing that can bury one's shame is death. Those lowly Chinese people who have been fully exploited all died.
Miyamoto Chuanhe looked at Mudun'er, who was leading the way with his two beloved black sheep, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. This little Chinese boy couldn't stay.
Damn it, this dirty and stupid Chinese boy actually peed with the noble imperial nobles a quarter of an hour ago. In order to cooperate with this Chinese naughty boy, he actually had to watch who peed further on the cliff. What's more outrageous
Yes, he actually lost.
The little Chinese boy obviously knows this very well. His bright urine stream followed the wind and he peeed all the way out. However, because of his shame, he held it in for a while before peeing out. The mountain wind suddenly turned and he was caught off guard and his urine stained his pants.
Not to mention the shoes, my hands even got wet.
Amid the happy laughter of the dirty and hateful little Chinese boy, he, an imperial nobleman, had to dry his hands with leaves in disgust, and also had to use the last few sips of precious water in his companion's already empty kettle.
Wash your hands a little.
As soon as he leaves this damned mountain in China, he will be the first to kill with a knife the little boy who insults the imperial nobles.
"Uncle, Big Hei and Little Hei haven't eaten enough, let them eat some more grass!" Mudun'er raised his eyes to look at the grassland in the distance on the slope, and turned around to look at Miyamoto, who had a fierce look in his eyes.
Kawawa said.
"Child, there are so many things to do, let your sheep graze, and you take us to the village." A Japanese soldier who was a little impatient yelled in a stern voice.
The physical exhaustion and symptoms of imminent dehydration, and more importantly, the anxiety of the hundreds of pursuing soldiers behind him, had caused this strictly trained Japanese soldier to lose control.
Now he just wants to drink clear water, and then, using Lieutenant Miyamoto's idea, use the Chinese as a shield to protect his own safety, and then leave this damn China mountain. He has almost died running in the mountains of China.
The mountains in northeastern China are much better than here, at least they don’t have to go up and down so frequently and have so much trouble.
Mudun'er's little face suddenly turned pale, and tears flashed in his eyes.
Obviously, the seven or eight-year-old boy is still not used to why the boss, who was so kind just now, suddenly became so fierce that he couldn't even let two sheep eat grass.
"Shut up." Miyamoto Chuanhe glared at his subordinates angrily. He turned around with a smile on his face and took out two toffees and stuffed them into Mu Dun'er's dirty little hands. "Mu Dun'er, be good, collapse.
Deal with this bad-tempered uncle. You see, the uncles still have military affairs and we can't wait too long. How about you let your sheep graze on their own? You can take us into the village first, and then you can take them home."
Not to mention, Miyamoto Kawazu's northern dialect is very authentic.
"Humph! I'm so dumb." Mu Dun'er had a bit of a straight-forward temper and didn't know how to hide it. He turned around and said something in the local Jindong dialect.
Although they didn't understand it very well, the Japanese soldiers could still understand the word "Leng". They were almost all upset and their faces all turned green.
A few elite members of the Imperial Japanese Army who were killing people all over the land of China were scolded by a stupid Chinese boy until they could not even speak.
Damn it, where is Amaterasu?
"I endure" Miyamoto Kawazu silently recited the word "nin" that appeared most frequently on the training ground, and behaved very much like a ninja.
This is probably how the so-called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles appeared!
That's right, Er Bu Leng, in Jindong, means stupid.
Mu Dun'er was absolutely right when he said this about them.
Because, when Mu Duner drove his beloved sheep to the green grassland a hundred meters away, they collectively felt that they were really stupid.
There is a Chinese proverb that goes, "A thirty-year-old woman will lose her child", which means that when something goes smoothly, she makes a mistake that she should never make.
None of them expected that five of the most elite imperial warriors in the 20th Division and even the entire China Expeditionary Force would be deceived by a little boy.
Cheating from beginning to end.
That little boy was stupid and dull, and he was a complete liar.
"Uncle, you are Japanese little devils!" He had already run 100 meters away, but he did not let his black sheep eat grass. Instead, he kicked them and continued running down the 80-degree steep slope with his feet.
Suddenly he shouted in a very loud voice to the five Japanese soldiers who were waiting patiently to show that he was a kind uncle.
"Baga!" Miyamoto Chuanhe's head buzzed, and he felt dizzy.
He was sure that this was a child who had never been out of a mountain village. He would never be able to tell the difference between the uniforms of the Imperial Army and the Chinese military uniforms. And just now, he spoke with a northern Chinese accent that made him feel like he was from northern China.
No flaws will be revealed.
And even if those military-supplied milk candies had colorful Japanese characters, he didn't believe that a Chinese boy who obviously couldn't even write Chinese characters would be strong enough to recognize Japanese characters.
How did he know that he was Japanese?
"Little brother, don't be ridiculous, how can we be Japanese little devils? We are the Northeast Army, subordinates of General Feng." Miyamoto Kazu still tried hard to keep his smile and replied loudly.
In fact, his footsteps have already begun to move towards Mudun'er.
Although he didn't want to believe it, the Japanese second lieutenant still had to painfully admit that the Chinese children still discovered their identities, although he still doesn't know where the clue was revealed.
However, it is too naive for the cunning Chinese boy to think that he is safe if he is more than a hundred meters away. From this distance of more than a hundred meters, as long as he exerts his strength, he can catch him in less than ten seconds, even if he
Don't dare to use a gun.
The sound of gunfire undoubtedly pointed out the target to the Chinese who were still chasing them.
"Baga! I'll catch him." The Japanese soldier, already impatient, rushed towards Mudun'er with big strides.
Then, only a loud roar was heard.
Lieutenant Miyamoto's face turned completely green, the same color as the helmet on his head, and he completely became a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Musashi, this idiot, is exactly what the Chinese boy said. He is really stupid.