The little devil is coming!

The Civil Defence scouts in Nancun returned with such information.

"There are devils in all directions, and I can't find a place to run if I want to."

Nancun has rarely experienced war in recent decades, and in this era of war, a village like this is extremely rare.

is like God's favorite, when the entire Sanjin Dynasty was tragically warned, only this village was like a paradise, and luckily avoided all wars.

But this time luck seems to have run out, not only devils, but also more than all the way, forming a big encirclement from all directions.

The devil's butcher's knife seems to have been pointed at the belly of the villagers, and it is possible to cut out the hearts of the villagers at any time.

What to do?

Before what to do, there was a complaint, "It's all the Eighth Route Army that harmed, it was they who attracted the little devils, we haven't had an accident in Nancun for many years, it's they who have attracted all the little devils, of course people won't wait here stupidly, they ran away first, leaving us helpless people."

Eighth route army? I don't think it's any different from the armies we've seen before. ”

"That's it, human-faced beast-hearted, I saw that they entered the village and did not offend us in Qiu, and I thought that this army was really a people's soldier as we heard!"

", who is not afraid of death now, especially the most afraid of death as a soldier, is there still less defeated soldiers in the broken temple? Not long ago, two soldiers tried to steal my things, and I beat them back.

These soldiers, when they do this job, are really shameless. ”

The crowd gathered on the largest venue at the entrance of the village to make peace, scolding, complaining, the uneducated elders were rude, and the educated were saying some scolding words without dirty words.

Shi Fangyu was sandwiched between everyone and opened her mouth, but she didn't scold, but wanted to refute, but she knew that in this situation, whoever dared to say a good word for the Eighth Route Army was afraid that she would immediately become the target of public criticism.

Everyone scolded for a long time, scolded a lot, and then they were tired of scolding, and gradually, the noise became quieter.

A somewhat old, but quite loud, rather majestic voice sounded from the crowd, "Let's be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be restless, and listen to the old man say a few words." ”

As soon as this person spoke, he looked like an old master, dressed like an old pedant, carrying a pair of black-framed glasses, and looked like he was in his sixties, but he was not the surrounding villagers, with vegetables, his face was ruddy, with luster, and he looked like a wealthy person.

The sound was not loud, but the surrounding villagers who heard this sentence immediately quieted down, so the quiet that spread to the surroundings swept away like a tide, and soon, the huge rice field, thousands of villagers from several villages, suddenly fell silent.

Master Dong is a big cultural person, it is said that the ancestor and the great Confucian Dong Zhongshu should have some relationship, maybe a descendant, or a side branch, in short, to be able to have a relationship with such a big man, the villagers feel that Master Dong is really a great person, although a large part of the villagers still don't know who Dong Zhongshu is.

Why do you shake your head with a book, and you will be famous and history.

But after all, there is the most important point, Master Dong is rich, and in this South Village alone, there are five or six mansions in his mansion.

Not only that, the key is that Mr. Dong is not only rich, but also kind-hearted, for the villagers to help more, which villager has broken the cooking, which child is sick, whose family has what disasters and what difficulties, when he needs help the most, Mr. Dong can always send charcoal in the snow, which makes people grateful.

Therefore, none of the villagers in Nancun did not respect Master Dong, which is why there is no village chief in Nancun, but the order is still in order.

Master Dong is a person with academic knowledge and a Confucian, as long as there is his old man guarding Nancun, there can be no things that insult Sven, and there can be things that are immoral, at least on the surface.

The entire South Village, even under the influence of his personal prestige, is completely different from the other villages.

At this moment, Master Dong suddenly spoke, and everyone listened quietly.

Master Dong shouted, "Blind dates, don't panic, blessings and disasters are coming, how can we avoid it, the disaster of our Nancun is coming, but we can't mess up, Nancun is our root, our home, and everything we have is here."

We have all come over the past few decades, and we have not seen any strong winds and waves, and we must not be taught to panic today.

The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, we have not been drunk and lying on the battlefield, we have lost the bones of being a countryman.

The invaders are coming, burning and looting all the way, but after hearing the news, how many compatriots have been slaughtered, and the great mountains and rivers have been trampled by foreign races.

This time, the Japanese army poured out of the nest and besieged our Nancun regiment, the chance of life is gone, but we must die standing and never kneel, my Nancun people have backbone, we must let the thousands of compatriots in this world open their eyes well, this is the backbone that I Chinese should have, Ah Quan! ”

The housekeeper hurriedly got out of the crowd and trotted over to Master Dong, "Master." ”

"Are you ready?"

"It's all ready, sir."

"Then give everyone a point."

Barrels of kerosene, candles, flaming torches, and firecrackers were piled up in the middle of this empty rice field.

Master Dong shouted: "Folks in Nancun, the devil is coming, we can't live, and we will never live, Nancun is our home, our only root, we are willing to live and die with Nancun, it is a fire to burn our roots, and we will never allow the Japanese to trample on it."

If you have a backbone, pick up the torch for me. ”

On this day, under the appeal of Master Dong, thousands of villagers in Nancun showed unprecedented cohesion.

This is the power of the masses, sometimes a person is afraid of death, if there is a group of people who are willing to die with you, death seems to be not so terrible.

Some of the people of Nancun held torches, some held lit candles, and some held firecrackers in their hands, laughing and playing together, as if the impending disaster did not exist.

At this time, no one complained about the Eighth Route Army anymore.

No one abused the soldiers anymore.

The people of Nancun seem to understand a truth under the appeal of Master Dong, born in an era of war, all you have the right to choose is how to die, and the least right to choose is how to live.

"Great! Today, thousands of us go to Huangquan, rather than for the broken jade, and swear not to bow to the invaders, so as to highlight the national integrity and national righteousness!

Long live the Chinese nation, long live benevolence and righteousness!

Come...... Ignition! ”

Rumble......

The bombardment sounded not far away, the boiling heat wave seemed to be cathartic, gunfire began to appear in all directions, and all the noise of the rice field, which had been noisy again, came to an abrupt end again......

(Five watches a day, there is a wood that is strongly supported by moving!) ）