Old Man Shen stopped here and took a sip of water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Liu Yu hurriedly lit another cigarette for the old man, and the old man took Liu Yu's cigarette and took a deep puff of the cigarette. Talking about the past, the old man felt a lot, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were full of tears.

After calming down, Old Man Shen took another sip of water and said; ''At that time, I found everything I could eat in the forest, and I ate everything I couldn't eat when I was hungry. Once, when I was passing by a bamboo forest, I wanted to dig some bamboo shoots to eat, but I didn't dig bamboo shoots in that season. As a result, I saw a lot of mushrooms growing in the bamboo forest, and it looked delicious.

At that time, I was already very hungry and dizzy, so I picked the mushrooms, washed them, and cooked them. As a result, he was poisoned with severe diarrhea, and finally foamed at the mouth and fainted weakly on all fours. I thought my life was over, but the next day I miraculously woke up.

I struggled to find water in the woods, and I was pleasantly surprised that there were so many fish in the water. The water wasn't very deep, but I struggled with all my strength to catch a fish.

At that time, I didn't have the strength to cook the fish or anything, so I cleaned the internal organs of the fish and ate the fish raw. Maybe I was hungry and thought everything was delicious, and I ate it with relish at the time.

I didn't leave there that day, and it took me about a week to recover. In order not to starve constantly during the journey, I prepared dried fish while cultivating.

When I left, I had half a bag of dried fish in my hand, and I climbed all the way up the mountain to test the water, and finally saw people again. That's when I realized that I had been on the road for almost a year. The time I reappeared was June 9, 1939, and I thought I wouldn't have to run again.

But what I never expected was that the crowd I joined was also a group of refugees. At that time, everyone was hungry and had very little to eat. I didn't dare let them know I still had dried fish, and I broke away from the group when they weren't looking.

Because I know that I am dead by following them, or I will be killed by them. Otherwise, they would not have been soft on me, a helpless child. In addition, there are so many people, and it is easy to attract the attention of devils if the goal is big.

After escaping the crowd, I blended into the mountains again, and at that time there were devils everywhere, and I thought that they would not appear if I hid in the mountains and forests. But I did, but I was lucky enough to find out that they found out early.

I climbed up my seven or eight meters tree and escaped, watching the devil walk under me with a gun. My heart jumped to my throat for fear they would look up and find me. Thankfully, they wear iron helmets and don't like to look up.

It was long after the devil was gone that I dared to come down from the tree. When I came down, I found that my feet were as soft as the noodles, and my pants were wet. I crawled and rolled out of there, and I wanted to stay away from the devil and go in the opposite direction of the devil.

I thought I would be safe, but I was caught by the Japanese devils. Seeing them pointing at me, I sat down on the ground with my feet limp. Maybe it was because I was still a child and cowardly, and the devils didn't kill me, and they made me work as a coolie.

The devils who caught me were a group of disabled soldiers, and they asked me to help them cook and collect firewood for the fire. I can only do it, and they may think that I am useful and have not treated me badly along the way. Instead, I was fed and drunk, and while passing by a bamboo forest, I found a mushroom that poisoned me last time.

I picked a bunch of them and cooked them together that night when I was cooking. When they ate, they were still praising the deliciousness of their dinner tonight, and when they went to bed at night, they were all poisoned.

That night, I used a machete and cut off the heads of 23 of the three devils. It was the first time I had killed someone, and after the killing, I held my head and cried in the pile of dead people. I was scared, I was scared. I was afraid that when they died, they would turn into ghosts and come to me, and I fell asleep in fear that night.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself asleep with the body in my arms. When I woke up, I was still scared, but when I thought of the bandits, uncles, parents, grandparents, and godfathers, I turned my fear into hatred.

I took a pistol and a dozen bullets from the devil, and I was already in tattered clothes. So I cut off the devil's clothes with a knife and tied them to my body as clothing. He also carried half a bag of rice and a few kettles of water from the devil, and began the great escape again.

This time I didn't dare to run out again, I lived in seclusion in the mountains for two years. Every time I heard gunshots, I hid, and in one accident I met a woman pulling a boy who was a little younger than me. I thought I wouldn't be alone again, but it wasn't long before they left to look for their loved ones. The loneliness after they left forced me to leave the mountains and start moving.

In 1940, I encountered the devil again, and this time I didn't know that God favored me. It's still the little devil who takes care of me, and this time I met a lonely devil. The little devil didn't shoot me to death immediately, and the little devil saw that I was carrying a machete on my back and pulled out a Japanese saber to duel me.

I'm not stupid when he's stupid, I pulled out my pistol and shot him. The first time I fired the gun, I almost twisted my hand, the impact was too great.

Later, I met the Eighth Route Army, and they took me in. I followed them along the way up the mountain to test the waters, eating grass roots and gnawing tree bark. When I was hungry, I took the belt to cook soup and drink, and they didn't let me take a gun to the front line because I was relatively small. I was only asked to help in the wounded area, and at first I watched the team members who were missing arms and legs from the shelling. I'm still very hairy in my heart, but I've gotten used to it over time.

I followed the team for two years, and then the troops were hit hard by the devils. During the defeat I got separated from the crowd again, and later heard that the army had all been killed. At the age of twelve, I was baptized by artillery fire and became a young man, and half a year after I was separated from the army, I joined a civilian war team again. It is a group of civilian guerrillas composed of hunters and bandits.

We don't belong to the party or the country, we don't have a military badge, we don't even have a uniform, and we don't even have a file. When we first started, there were too few players, and we could only deal with some lone devils or a small team of some devils. Sometimes we will have a few fights with some traitors and traitors, but of course we are not fighting openly. We usually set fires or attack at night.