"You fucking bitch, you lied so damn much!" My grandfather puffed his beard and glared at Fatty Wang condescendingly and yelled.
Fatty Wang opened his mouth so frightened that his face turned green, and he was so frightened. Let alone him, I was shocked by the appearance of my grandfather. Goosebumps swelled like small graves. At that moment, I felt a little sympathetic.
Fatty Wang wanted to go up and persuade my grandfather to spare him.
All of a sudden, the scene became silent, leaving only my grandfather's sharp eyes staring at Fatty Wang, and the sporadic gunshots in the Zhaojia Village.
After about half a stick of incense, the sun in the east had already risen high, casting a golden light on my grandpa's face. My grandpa snorted coldly and pushed Fatty Wang out with a bang.
He no longer looked at him, but stared at the Zhao family village with a puzzled expression.
Fatty Wang knew that he had sinned deeply, and hot tears began to well up from his round toad eyes. He raised his hands and slapped his swollen cheeks, crying and cursing: "Wang Dianlong, Wang Dianlong, you are so damn sinful."
Forgive you for ruining your good family and making your grandfather angry to death, which has brought your family into ruin."
His legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, crying heartbrokenly and unable to stop his tears, "Now... now you are still causing trouble for Grandpa Guo's family, and you are not going to pick up the hornet's nest that you have dug up. What kind of boy are you! You have killed so many people."
, do you still have the nerve to live? I might as well die!"
He was heartbroken, gritted his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and kowtowed to my grandfather and me more than a dozen times. The dust on the ground mixed with his tears and stained his face with mud.
He held his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa Guo! Brother Guo! I'm just a broom star, I'm not a human being...I..." At this point, his state was a little reluctant, and he wiped his tears and continued: "I was the one who killed him.
Uncle and aunt, it was me who ruined the good life of the whole village. Every injustice has its own debtor, and it will be unjust for me, King Dianlong, to live any longer!"
"I shouldn't lie, I shouldn't lie to you. Fortunately, I still have a life here today. I will kill thirty of his Japs before I die! Get rid of harm for the people! Support justice! Serve the motherland!" She cried as she said this
, he took off the black leather package on his body, and inside was the Lama Divination Cauldron. After placing it on the ground, without looking at my grandfather and me, he lowered his head and led a horse, put his legs around the horse's neck and rode on it, waving it.
He picked up the spotted snake rope from his shoulders and spanked the horse's butt.
"drive!"
Shandan's big horse whined, flicked its tail, and flew away in the dust. Fatty Wang went straight to the Zhaojia Village with a murderous aura.
It would be a lie to say that I don’t hate Fatty Wang, but to say that he is a bad person is impossible. After all, this fat grandson is not a coward like Bai Laogou, who went to do errands for the Japanese devils.
Even if people are immoral and incompetent, even if they are betrayal and unfilial, even if they burn, kill and loot, once a national crisis comes and the country is in danger of falling, they can still stand up and fight for it, shed their blood for the sake of the country, and sacrifice themselves to death for the prosperity of the country.
Afterwards, this kind of person is also worthy of praise and awe.
Although I felt the resentment of my parents' death and the pain of the entire village, I seemed to have forgiven Fatty Wang all at once. I wonder if my patriotism had some side effects and I forgot about my personal grudges.
My grandfather was also a little surprised when he saw Fatty Wang galloping away. He shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, this fat boy is not bad, otherwise..."
I hurriedly stepped forward, took over the conversation and said, "Grandpa, we can leave our personal grudges later and take matters seriously later. You see, this Fatty Wang risked his life to go to the Zhaojia Village, and he was covered in bullets and bullets, but he was not allowed to see him.
Lord Yama."
My grandfather raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, since when did you speak for him?" He made a surprised expression on his face.
I scratched my head and argued: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? How could I go to that bastard? He will die in my hands. Now is the time for the motherland to employ people. Let's spare his life for the time being and use my remaining energy to help him."
Put all your strength into the revolution to liberate all of China and the whole world."
My grandfather waved his hand to me in disgust and scolded me with a smile: "Come on, you little mouth can talk very well. The revolution has not yet been completed. If you really want to do this, then you can go and fight the Japanese for me when this is over."
The Japanese pirates will be kicked back to their hometown."
"Hey!" I responded excitedly.
It would be great to be able to join the army. The country needs young people like us, and the people need our young strength. If I devote my energy to building the motherland, it will make my life more valuable. I don’t care about high-ranking officials and salaries, I just want to
Do something practical and good for the folks.
My grandfather saw that I was a good patriotic boy, and of course he was filled with joy. He looked at the Zhao family village and said, "I just heard something wrong with the gunshots in the village. Otherwise, how could I have watched that Fatty Wang die?"
Listen, the shooting is over now."
I listened carefully, oh! Sure enough, the gunfire in Zhaojia Village stopped. I was surprised and said: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
My grandfather said with a smile: "The savior is coming, didn't you hear it just now? The gunshots were intermittent and very cautious. It is probably because the saviors were afraid of getting hurt and scaring the people, so they were so polite. I'm afraid the Japanese would have been dead or dead."
Escaped."
I felt itchy in my heart and asked strangely: "Grandpa, who is such a good person?"
My grandfather breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Who else could it be? Of course it's the Eighth Route Army."
