Like a giant bear that was awakened in hibernation, after the rich man He carried all his food to the refugees outside the He family's market, the He family's market, which was originally full of wait-and-see and hesitation, gradually had some different movements.

The first to make a move was the more than 20 grain shops in the He family's big set. I don't know which grain shop started the head, the old elm water sign that was originally hung on the door panel of 'no grain today' quietly disappeared, and then the shopkeeper and the guy who were originally lying behind the door panel in the grain shop watched the movement moved together, and took off the paving panel with three bolts in three or two clicks.

They also shy away from the refugees who come and go on the streets, and they don't care about carrying food out of the wall from the narrow secret door where they usually hide it. The shopkeeper in the grain shop gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to point to a sturdy blue brick gable, and roared with a heart-wrenching voice: "Smash! ”

After receiving the order of the shopkeeper, the guy in the grain shop suddenly picked up the log pole that picked up the grain on weekdays, just like the ancient times when the war was used to attack the city with a big log, and smashed the sturdy blue brick gable into a big hole in three or two strokes, and suddenly revealed the neatly stacked grain bags hidden in the sandwich wall.

Regardless of the type, whether it is good or bad, all the grain was sent to the pot stove that was set up along the road outside the He family's big market. The masters of several restaurants and restaurants in the He family's big set also came to those pots and stoves at some point, and familiarly let go of the cooks and shops that were carried from their respective shops.

It's all at this juncture of burning eyebrows, and I don't care about the color and fragrance. Regardless of whether it is a master who can nostrils to the sky and play a small prestige when he sees the shopkeeper of the restaurant on weekdays, or a little apprentice who burns a fire under the stove and occasionally wants to look up and steal the master's cooking skills, he has to be beaten with a big spoon, all of them have the strength and ability to quickly pack up the grain that can be made into dry food, and then ask people to carry it to the side of the road and distribute it to those refugees who are moving forward slowly.

There are a lot of miscellaneous items in the South Miscellaneous Shop, and they are also carried out in an informal manner at this time. A few shopkeepers who could talk and take charge in the South Miscellaneous Shop on weekdays gathered together to discuss it for a while, and immediately came up with a charter for the allocation of various things. In a hurry, he took a white iron kettle and knocked on the bottom to be a big lama, beckoned a guy with a big voice to jump on a table of eight immortals, tore open his voice and shouted to the tribe: "Salted salt and meat oil are sent to the pot stove set up next to the road!" Ten people will be given a box of foreign fire, brown sugar, foreign sugar, dried fruits, and mountain goods are also ten people! But don't rush to put it in your mouth, that thing can be hanged on the bones......"

Originally, several ready-to-wear shops were poked on the street of Hejia Daji, and at this time, they couldn't take care of their own family background. The fine silk cloth and cotton cloth were carried out one by one, and when they saw that the clothes were thinner, they tore a piece of it and wrapped it around their bodies as a cloak. The mattresses and quilts in the inn were also tied, and when they saw the old and weak women and children, they put a bundle on them. In the weather of the tenth winter wax moon, there is such a bed with cotton wrapped around the body, that is an extra life!

In the boiling scene, all kinds of firewood and grass that passed through the He family's big set and were transported to the ground were also piled up. The foreign oil found from the Nanza shop poured on the firewood, and a bale of wheat straw lit by the foreign fire was thrown upward, and the red flames could be seen rising straight out. Then let the whistling old north wind blow hard, and there was hardly a single black smoke rising, and people standing next to the fire ten or so steps away could feel that the flames were roasting and their faces hurt!

Holding his hand to cover his face, the old man stared at the land that was gradually changing color by the burning fire. Whenever the soil near the left side of the fire was roasted to a dark brown appearance, the old man would beckon the strong man in Niujiao Village to quickly extinguish the fire with snow, and take advantage of the short time when the land was roasted to dig a large pit deep and shallow in the ground, and then gradually dig the big pits that were dug up to connect them into a trench.

The coarse benzene furniture that could not be carried away by the He family's house was also moved to the side of the trench that had just been dug and formed. After filling those cabinets and boxes with no sticks and stones, they built a bunker horizontally and vertically, and then built a solid bunker with mud and snow outside, and it only took half an hour to freeze in the cold wind, and a knife could not penetrate the frozen ice and snow breastwall of the bunker!

Seeing that the sky was gradually getting dark, the trenches and fortifications on the periphery of the He family's Daji had gradually taken shape. The exhausted soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and the strong men who participated in the construction of the fortifications ate and drank the miscellaneous grain soup and dry food delivered from the He family's large market in shifts, and at the same time threw the excavated earth and stones far behind the trench, barely forming any high piles on the ground.

Pulling out the dry tobacco pipe pinned to the back of his waist, the old man who was tired for a day sat down tremblingly in front of a freshly built bunker, pushed away the bowl of multigrain soup that Zhong Youtian sent to him with red eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Good guy...... Finally, I rushed to dig this trench! Even when we were plowing and grabbing agriculture in Niujiao Village, I was never so tired......"

Turning his hand into a cylinder, Zhong Youtian, who was also tired and exhausted, carefully drew a foreign fire, lit the blackened smoke foam in the dry tobacco pot for Niu Laohan, and nodded approvingly: "It's also fortunate that so many villagers come to help!" They are all good at doing crop work, thousands of people work together, and in less than a day's effort, they have almost cleaned up the trenches and fortifications inside and outside! Wait for this heavy snow to fall overnight, and tomorrow as long as the people hiding in this fortification do not show their heads, they will not be able to see where people are from a distance, and they can take advantage of a lot of fighting! ”

After a few puffs of dry tobacco tiredly, Niu Laohan stretched out his dry tobacco pipe and pointed to the floating soil behind the trench that had been deliberately bulldozed by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and was about to be completely covered by the heavy snow: "Why do you want to lift all the soil behind the trench?" And spend special effort to bulldoze all those small mounds of dirt? What is the importance of the ranks? ”

"This is the number of ways that our Eighth Route Army has figured out after fighting too many battles. If we really let the devil rush into the trench, the mound behind the trench will become the devil's bunker, and then we will fight the devil in the second trench, then we will have to suffer! ”

"Why...... How twisted are you digging this trench? This is completely different from the horizontal and vertical that we pay attention to when growing crops? ”

"Uncle Niu, this trench must not be dug into the shape of a intestine leading to the end! Otherwise, if a shell falls into the trench, the shnappel can fly all the way down the trench, and one guy can kill and injure many people! ”

"Oh....... Look at your dolls of the Eighth Route Army, digging out holes in the trench wall that can just be hidden in people, also to prevent the devil from firing artillery, right? ”

"That's what you always say! The devil's war has always been the number of three-plate axes, first the cannon and small cannon cover the top of the bombing, and so that our position is no longer moving, as soon as the devil's artillery fire stops, the devil's infantry will scream and rush up! If you run into the old devils who have been fighting for years, it will be even more thieves - before the shells have stopped, they dare to step on the explosion point of the shells and touch our position! We've suffered this kind of loss before......"

"In the next life, I have lived to this age, and I have seen this sword soldier fight a few times! I remember that it was still the early years of the Republic of China, and there were two strands of silk that were also fighting in this snowy weather. One of the locks was watered on the hillside in front of the two armies in the middle of the night, and when the next day saw the battle, the locks that rushed to the opposite side could not stand at all, and they fell to pieces, and they took advantage of the defensive stockpiles, but they took advantage of the ......."

"Watering? In this cold weather, water is poured on the snow, and it doesn't take a pot of tea to freeze! When the time comes, I will call the snow cover...... When the devils charge towards our position, that's enough for them to drink a pot! Uncle Niu, the method you said will definitely be successful, and I will call the big guy to do it according to your method! ”

"Housheng, after this battle is over, the villagers in our village will be able to have a few days of peaceful birthdays, right?"

"Uncle Niu, this battle is over, the villagers should be safe! When we beat the devil out of China, the villagers will really be able to live a peaceful life! ”

"That's it....... I'm almost seventy years old, and I haven't had a few days to have a peaceful birthday, it's really ...... Hope ......"

"It's coming! Uncle Niu, as long as our revolution succeeds, the time will ......"

Halfway through his words, Zhong Youtian saw that the dry tobacco pipe in the hand of the old man Niu who was sitting beside him fell violently on the snow, and his hands drooped stiffly.

Hurriedly turned over and threw himself in front of Niu Laohan, Zhong Youtian supported Niu Laohan and fell to the side, while tearing his voice and shouting: "Someone! Come on......"

In the shouting, Zhong Youtian grabbed the bowl of multigrain soup that was resting beside Niu Laohan, and almost cried the bowl of multigrain soup to Niu Laohan's closed lips, and poured it directly into Niu Laohan's mouth: "Uncle Niu, you drink soup...... With the hot soup in my stomach, I will definitely be able to recover if I find a warm place to sleep...... Uncle Niu, ......."

Listening to Zhong Youtian's obviously frightened shout, Meng Mancang, who was the first to grab Zhong Youtian's side, only saw Niu Laohan's frozen and purple face, and immediately lowered his head, and shouted at Zhong Youtian in a dumb voice: "Youtian....... Uncle Niu is afraid that it is....... It's gone ........"

Turning his head suddenly, Zhong Youtian yelled at Meng Mancang with red eyes: "You fucking fart!" Uncle Niu was still chatting with me just now! He said that after this battle, the villagers of Niujiao Village will have a few days to live in peace! I also told Uncle Niu that when our revolution succeeds...... Succeeded......"

It was as if his throat was suddenly blocked, Zhong Youtian couldn't say a word, but the bean-sized tears came out of his eyes and dripped onto the placket on his chest, and in a blink of an eye, he was frozen into a pimple the size of a bean......

I also heard Zhong Youtian's frightened shout, and several villagers from Niujiao Village also hurried over. Looking at the frozen bruised face of the old man, a half-year-old man who looked only four, five or eight years old suddenly cried: "Uncle and grandpa....... Uncle, Grandpa....... I shouldn't have eaten your food........ For two days and two nights, you drank a mouthful of soup and gave all the food to the villagers.......

With red eyes, a strong man standing next to the half-grown child suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe the tears that came out of his eyes, turned his hand and slapped the half-old child in the face: "What are you crying about?!" Crying can bring your uncle and grandfather back to cry?! In just three days, everyone in our Niujiao Village is gone, and this account is ...... It has to be counted on the devil's head! If you continue to run like this, it will be a tired and frozen death, and you will die a suffocated death! Left and right is a death, a man, the guy and the devil, and die a happy death! ”

Choked and wiped away the tears on his face, the half-grown man in Niujiao Village stubbornly stiffened his neck and shouted to Zhong Youtian, who was squatting beside the old man, "Sir, I'm not running!" Give me a gun! I'll follow you, fight devils! ”

With a slightly shrill shout, the strong men from all the villages who gathered around him also opened their voices and shouted: "Don't run away from Niujiao Village, just fight with the devil here!" Killing one is enough, killing two earns one! ”

"There is no cowardice in Dayang Village! Get out of the way and fight with the devil! ”

"Let's just take this life long ago! If you have someone who can pass the word to the old and young in the village, you will have a sentence - Ding Zhuang, No. 29 of Sanshuizhuang, will not run a single step again, and will die in Hejia Daji! ”

"Fifty-two heroes of Xiaodouling, died in the He family!"

"Fujimasaki Village ......"

"Grinding Eyes Set ......"

"Tofu Yingzi ......"

“........ If we don't run a single step, we'll die in He's big set! ”