Like a giant dragon rolling out in the heavy snow, the independent regiment of the Eighth Route Army's Southern Hebei Military Sub-district that suddenly emerged from the mountains and forests in the direction of Tujia Village stepped on the thick snow and quickly drove into the periphery of Hejia Daji. With Li Jiashun, who was at the forefront of the team, gave an order, the queue that rushed to the He family's big set by forced march suddenly stopped. Most of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army sat down to rest in the wind and snow, while a small number of soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed into the He family Daji quickly, and shouted in a hoarse voice in front of the houses and shops in the He Family Daji: "Fellow countryman, what is the family that does farm work?" ”

"Uncle and aunt, uncle and aunt, borrow your shovel at home? Don't worry, our Eighth Route Army is disciplined, and the things we borrowed from our fellow countrymen will definitely be returned. If there is accidental damage, it must be compensated according to the price! ”

"Big brother, do you have any old things or broken boxes at home? Can it be used for our Eighth Route Army to build fortifications? If you are not willing to give it for nothing, then ...... Let's exchange food for it? ”

Under the shouting of various hoarse voices, there was the bolder house, which was still watching the movement on the street with half the door open, while hesitantly looking for some shovels and hoes from his own house that were easy to use, and handed them to the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who came to the door to ask for loans, but on the other hand, he cautiously went around the circle and asked: "This ...... Little boss, what are you going to ...... Build trenches and fight with the Japanese? ”

Straightened his waist hard, and the soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who looked at most thirteen or fourteen years old, was very neat, and simply responded: "What you said is right! These neighboring counties and 20,000 villagers all called the devils to force the He family Daji, and our Eighth Route Army is to block the devils in He Jia Daji, so as to buy some time for the villagers to retreat safely! ”

"Oops...... Fighting the Japanese? How many guns do you have in the Eighth Route Army? You guys...... Can you fight the Japanese? ”

"Fighting a war is not just about having a lot of people and a lot of guns! In our Eighth Route Army, all of them are good comrades who are not afraid of death, and one can fight ten little devils! Uncle and aunt, maybe in the next day or two, we will have to fight hard with the devil! You should also quickly pack up your belongings and retreat to the mountains with the fleeing villagers, right? When this battle is over, you will come back! ”

"Withdraw? Oh...... It's just fleeing, right? But it's a cold day...... The belongings we have saved in the past few lifetimes....... This little boss, I have a heart here, you can take it first......."

"Oops...... Our Eighth Route Army doesn't want this! Don't stuff these copper coins into my pocket, if I accept them, I will have violated the discipline of the Eighth Route Army, and I will be punished when I go back!" Uncle and aunt, do you have something to ask me? ”

"Little boss, this rule of your Eighth Route Army is really ....... Then let me ask - is it just a big collection of our family...... Can't keep it? ”

"The head of our army said that if the belongings are smashed, we can earn again, as long as we can save the momentum in our hearts to fight with the little devils to the end, this He family will definitely be able to build it in the future, maybe it can be better than now! Uncle and aunt, I still have a task here, let's go first! Salute! ”

After watching the soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, salut him, he turned his head and ran away with the shovel he had just borrowed, and the live-in couple standing at the door hesitated for a moment before sighing in unison: "This poor ...... How old are you to carry a gun and eat food......."

It almost took less than a pot of tea, and the household goods that the He family could find to do farm work had been borrowed by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and some families even gave some broken tables, broken door panels and other things to the Eighth Route Army. Almost all the shops and houses along the street opened their doors, and they looked at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were busy running back and forth on the street with a little surprise and doubt, and from time to time let out one or two low comments: "This is ...... Do you really want to fight with the Japanese? ”

"Hard to say!? At the beginning, those who were soldiers in the Republic of China also pulled Zhuang Ding out from everywhere to build trenches and watchtowers? But at the end, he almost ran away without firing a shot! ”

"I look like it! This soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who came to the door to beg for things and borrow money, all had a smile on his face, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like he was about to go out and play with the Japanese immediately? ”

"Shopkeeper Feng, do you have a firm idea in your heart? Our shops are selling all kinds of mountain goods and leather goods, and the pricing on weekdays is a matter of your words! Now....... Are the big guys waiting for you to talk? ”

"What can I have in mind? Just now in Master He's house, the big guys have heard it, and the Eighth Route Army said that this He family's big set can't be saved! But if we also run towards the mountains, this one should be ...... I'm not sure about it! Or...... Wait a minute, shall we? Maybe these Eighth Route Army are just pulling up a posture and making a show outside the He family's big set? As long as they don't really fight with the Japanese, maybe we can really take it again? ”

Compared with the shops and houses in the He family concentration that were still hesitating and waiting, the independent regiment of the Southern Hebei Military Division resting in the snow outside the He family concentration did not hesitate at all. After the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had entered the He family Daji to borrow tools, carried a large number of family goods back to the brigade, Li Jiashun, who had made contact with the chestnut group that had entered the He family Daji first, gave an order, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had just rested for a while, immediately stood up and marched towards the He family Dazhong in the face of the blowing wind and snow.

Without exception, when each soldier passed by the pot stove that had just been built at the gate of the He family's big gathering village, he would untie the food bag he was carrying and a piece of wheat bran cake in his arms, and hand it over to the martial arts team members waiting next to the pot stove, and then continue to stride forward.

And next to the gate of the He family's big gathering, some refugees who had gathered together walked silently to the hot pot stove under the leadership of the main figure in their village, waiting for the hot soup that was about to be boiled. There were two little children who couldn't stand the hunger, and they cried in a shrill voice, which made people's hearts ache for a while.

Perhaps looking at the few children who were really hungry, a rather old soldier of the Eighth Route Army hesitated for a moment, quickly put the grain and a piece of wheat bran cake on his back in the hands of the martial arts team members waiting next to the pot, and pinched another piece of wheat bran cake from his arms and put it in front of the two screaming children.

Splitting the wheat bran cake in his hand into two, the rather old Eighth Route Army soldier with a smile on his face, handed the wheat bran cake torn in half to the hands of the two crying children, and then smiled and nodded at the woman who led the two children, before striding to catch up with the team.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army carrying a machine gun who witnessed this scene put the food bag on his back in the hands of the martial arts team members, and at the same time took out a piece of wheat bran cake from his arms and stuffed it into the hands of another martial arts team member: "The old mute is still so sick, I can't see a tender doll crying with hunger!" It's good now, I don't have any food left, so let's fight on an empty stomach for three days! ”

After taking the palm-sized piece of wheat bran cake, the martial arts team members standing by the pot stove obviously knew the story of the old mute, and shook their heads with a sigh: "What's the way?" The old mute man had a son in his forties, and when he was five years old, he encountered a disaster year. In order to steal a bite of food for his son, he asked the rich man to catch him and cut off his tongue, and his son starved to death......."

After running a few steps forward, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who witnessed the old mute taking out all the food on his body, caught up with the old mute, took out the only piece of wheat bran cake he had left from his arms, tore it in half, and stuffed half of it into the old mute without saying anything: "It's cold and freezing, and there is no food in your stomach, are you planning to starve to death before you fight with the devil?" ”

Instead of pushing the Eighth Route Army soldier, the old mute carefully stuffed the half of the wheat bran cake into his arms, and then stretched out his hand to the Eighth Route Army soldier and quickly gestured towards it.

Waving his hand very impatiently, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army with a machine gun on their shoulders strode forward: "What are you talking about?" When you start fighting with the devils, you must follow me! I can't do without your marksman for this machine gun! ”

Seeing the old mute and the soldier of the Eighth Route Army carrying a machine gun striding towards the He family's big concentration, the person in charge among the refugees gathered around the pot hesitated for a moment, and then asked the member of the martial arts team who was guarding the pot and kept stirring the multigrain soup in the pot with a big spoon: "This ...... Boss, look at the boss just now....... But the dry food I ate on my body was rewarded to two young dolls in my village? ”

Stirring the multigrain soup that was about to boil, the martial arts team members guarding the stove squinted their eyes to dodge the steam rushing to their faces, and loudly answered to the principal figure among the refugees: "Fellow, we don't want to call the boss on the team, we all call comrades." If you don't feel like it, then look at your age and call me a big nephew! Fellow, which county are you from? ”

"Don't you dare....... Same...... Comrade, we fled from Gongnan County. This journey lasted for a few days and nights, but people were tired and frozen......."

"From Gongnan County? Gongnan County Martial Arts Team, I'm afraid they're still fighting with devils at this time? ”

"Comrade, are you talking about Yan Dahe and Captain Yan? That is a sincere man, who promised us at the beginning, a devil came, and he gave the big guy to the palace, but he really did what he said! In the second half of yesterday, I could still hear the gunfire behind me as Captain Yan led people to fight with devils. It's just that...... After fighting and leaving for a few days and nights, I'm afraid that Captain Yan is about to lose his strength? The sound of the guns was sparse......"

"You don't have to worry about this, our large army has already sent people over to reinforce Captain Yan, and we must grab time for the villagers to retreat! Fellow, greet the people in your village for a while, drink a bowl of multigrain soup to warm your stomach, and then receive some dry food, and then go in the direction of Tujia Village in the mountains! Along the way, there are villagers in Tujia Village to guide the way, and you can't make a mistake on the road! ”

"This is a good feeling...... It's just that this grain is all the bosses...... Comrades, saved from your own mouth? So what can they do? ”

"Our Eighth Route Army, suffering in the front and enjoying in the back, isn't it just hungry for a few days? That's not a problem! You just have to take care of your village! ”

Waving the big spoon in his hand to stir up the boiling multigrain soup, and then carefully grabbed a handful of salty salt from the clay pot resting next to the stove and sprinkled it into the pot, the martial arts team member guarding the stove stretched out his hand to the principal figure among the refugees standing beside him: "Uncle, can you bring a bowl?" ”

Hurriedly took a large porcelain bowl from the hands of the refugees beside him, and the main figure among the refugees was frowning and pondering while helping the martial arts team members distribute the freshly boiled multigrain soup. When the pot full of multigrain soup was called to be distributed, the principal figure among the refugees who had been standing by the pot to help stomped his foot fiercely, and shouted to the refugees who were squatting on the side of the road with the multigrain soup: "Everyone in Niujiao Village listens to me - after the strong man has drunk this bowl of grain soup, he will all turn back to help the Eighth Route Army dig a trench!" People risk their lives to prevent disasters for us, and we can't pretend to be cowardly! We can't fight a war, but we don't lack strength, we're all out of the way! ”