As dusk faded, a bright moon gradually hung on the top of the mountain. The summer breeze rustled the grass and trees in the valley.

Tie and weave the rope on your hand vigorously, and slowly tie it back and forth between the bamboo poles. After slowly connecting the two bamboo poles together, a simple stretcher was finally made.

After receiving the four ropes handed over by Heiwa, Zhao Shixun helped each rope to the two ends of the bamboo pole and made four rope sets. The length of the rope sleeve is a bit particular, requiring a distance of exactly one arm's length. In this way, when carrying a person on a stretcher, the sleeve is put on both shoulders, and the carrying person actually becomes a carrying person, which will save a lot of effort when walking.

Handing the finished stretcher to Heiwa, Zhao Shixun stood up and stretched his slightly numb body, snapped his fingers and beckoned the big pillar on the roof to come down quickly.

At this time, the simple wooden door of the courtyard was creaked open, and the guide man walked in with half a bag of grain on his back. Glancing at the three Zhao Shixun in the courtyard, the man did not speak, but walked straight to the house.

Zhao Shixun glanced at the other party, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and then grabbed a little tobacco from the other pocket, carefully put it into the paper, and slowly rolled it into a cigarette roll. Gently lick the edge of the cigarette to stick it firmly, and a rough homemade cigarette is ready.

Looking at the rough and ugly cigarette roll on the tip of his fingers, Zhao Shixun smiled helplessly. I've smoked before, but I've never smoked such a rough cigarette. After arriving in the mountains, in the face of extreme scarcity of material environment, Zhao Shixun learned to make homemade cigarettes from the old immortal to solve his smoking addiction problem. In fact, the old immortal bought a pipe for Zhao Shixun out of his own pocket, but unfortunately Zhao Shixun was never used to that thing, so he had to make his own .......

Meimei took a few puffs, feeling the spicy coming from the tobacco, and the tense nerves seemed to be relieved a lot.

Suddenly, a rapid cough came from the room lit by the oil lamp, followed by several anxious voices.

"Mother! You're okay, you always drink saliva and top it, if you can't spit it out. ”

"Grandma, I'll pat you on the back!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem....... Ahem, ahem! It's okay, my mother is fine, ...... it, and my mother will eat it later. Strong, eat first. ”

"Dad, let me make some millet porridge for my mother, right? Mother can't eat this. ”

"No, millet was finally borrowed from Aunt Li's house, and it must be handed over to the Zhu family tomorrow morning, otherwise something will happen." Tomorrow, ......, tomorrow I will go up the mountain to dig some sweet potatoes for my mother to eat. ”

"In these years, the white potatoes on the mountain have been almost dug up......."

"Alas......, I'm full, go out and smoke a bag ......."

……

Looking at the man sitting on the grinding plate in the courtyard and smoking silently, Zhao Shixun snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and walked over.

"Brother, is there no food at home?"

Hearing this, the man glanced up at Zhao Shixun, lowered his head again and smoked silently.

"Hey! Why don't you ignore people, sir? ”

"Big Pillar ......!"

After drinking the pillar, Zhao Shixun half-squatted down and patted the man's shoulder, untied his dry food bag from his body and put it in the man's arms.

"This is my dry food, although it is not fine grain, but at least it is not mixed with wheat bran, take it to your mother."

The man looked at the bag of dry food in his hand, and was on the spot for a while.

"This ...... How can this work? You still have to fight devils, I can't eat the food of the Eighth Route Army. ”

As he spoke, the man was about to stuff the bag of dry food back into Zhao Shixun's arms.

"Brother! The world is big, and the mother is the biggest! Listen to me, take it to my mother to eat......! ”

Undoubtedly, he stuffed the dry food into the other party's hand, and Zhao Shixun saw that the other party's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Thank you......, thank you Eighth Route Army ......!"

Looking at the choked man in front of him, Zhao Shixun squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice:

"I see you brought back a bag of millet and said you wanted to hand it over to the Zhu family?"

When the man heard this, he suddenly raised his vicissitudes of life, gritted his teeth and said:

"Well, yesterday the Imperial Association Army came to the village and said that the Japanese were going to levy military rations again, and each family should pay 50 catties of coarse grain and 50 catties of fine grain. Tomorrow morning, before nine o'clock, it must be handed over to the family of Zhu Maosen, the maintenance chairman of our village, saying that the Zhu family will be transported to the base before noon. ”

"Until the summer grain came down this year, the Japanese have already received the military ration twice, and now they will collect it again! Alas...... there is still surplus grain in this barn besides grain seeds! I would go to the neighbor's house to talk about it, and finally borrowed 50 catties of millet, and I only waited for the autumn grain to come down and pay it back. Poor my old lady is old, and she can't bite the wheat bran nest without teeth......! ”

Saying this, the man lowered his head deeply, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the bean-sized tears rolled silently to the ground, sucked clean by the dried soil.

"It's a ball! What is the five-foot man crying! Tell me where is the Zhu family? I'm going to chop up this dog traitor! ”

Heiwa's lungs that had been listening to it for a long time were about to explode, and when she saw the man bowing his head and crying, Heiwa became angry all of a sudden.

"It's useless ......, it's useless to kill the Zhu family. And tomorrow the puppet army will not receive food, and they will definitely go down the mountain to retaliate. At that time, if you provoke dozens of devils from the Majiazhuang stronghold twenty miles away, the whole village will be finished! ”

When the man heard Heiwa's scolding, he raised his head helplessly and argued, his tone full of helplessness and sadness.

"What's there to be afraid of, aren't there just dozens of devils! You kid can't be stupid by the Japanese, right? It's better for the Japanese to come, let's join forces with the surname Yang to clean them up! When the time comes, it will be a hundred when this turret is leveled! ”

The big pillar on the side heard the fear of the devil in the man's tone, and immediately shouted unconvinced.

"It's useless, there are more devils in the county, when the time comes, you will slept away after patting your buttocks, and we who can't run away will be left to kill the devils?!"

The man was agitated by the big pillar's scolding, his face changed and changed, and he suddenly shouted loudly.

". ......, what are you talking about!? There's a kind of you say again! ”

Hearing such hurtful words, Da Zhuzi was also anxious.

"Enough! You two shut up! ”

Standing up with a roar, Zhao Shixun stared at the big pillar and the black baby's face was full of frost.

Although the man's words are hurtful, they are not rough. It is an indisputable fact that the strength of the Eighth Route Army is inferior to that of the Japanese army, even if this time the puppet army in the stronghold and the devils of Majiazhuang who rushed to hear the news were violently beaten, and the food was returned to the villagers. But it was too close to the county seat and close to the railway, and sooner or later the Japanese would come back to retaliate for the sweep. At that time, in the face of the large Japanese army, the vanguard regiment was unable to fight hard at all, so it could only temporarily withdraw here. And the villagers here are likely to become the targets of the devil's anger and were slaughtered.

Da Zhuzi and Heiwa were stunned for a moment, and then swallowed back the words that came to their mouths. From Zhao Shixun's tone, they could tell that their company commander was really angry.

Glaring at the two fiercely, Zhao Shixun turned to look at the man who had already stood up, and said with a stiff face:

"Big brother...... they didn't mean it, don't care."

When the man heard this, his face was also full of guilt.

"Alas...... this time I'm not right, this is really not what I heard. Comrades of the Eighth Road, don't take it to heart. Your Eighth Route Army is really committed to fighting devils, and the whole village admires it very much. Although I don't know a single big word, and I don't have the courage to fight devils with you, I admire you men who don't give in to devils! You are all kind of Chinese. ”

Hearing the man's words, Zhao Shixun stepped forward and patted the other party's shoulder heavily.

"My two brothers actually don't mean anything else, they just watch your life-saving food being taken away by the puppet army in the stronghold, and I want to help you get rid of the two dogs in this stronghold."

"I understand, I know your kindness very well in my heart, but the stronghold on the mountain north of the village is really difficult to fight."

Speaking of this, the man quietly looked around, lowered his voice and said:

"A month ago, I and the four gentlemen in the village helped the heroes of Feihu Mountain fight this stronghold. That time, there were 200 heroes from Feihu Mountain, with long guns, machine guns, and grenades, but after two hours of fighting, they didn't shoot down the turret defended by more than 30 dogs.

Not only that, but the heroes of Feihu Mountain were almost made dumplings by the devils and the two dogs who came from Majiazhuang when they heard the news. In that battle, the sea of people could die, and nearly 100 lives were ....... That's it. ”

As if choked by the experience of that battle, the man covered his forehead as if he didn't want to remember it anymore, and only let out a long sigh after a while.

"Later, I learned that the heroes of Flying Tiger Mountain suffered the loss of no cannon, and it turned out that bullets and grenades could not hit this kind of turret. There is only one path up the mountain, and as long as a machine gun breaks through it, no one can go up ....... ”

Hearing this, Zhao Shixun looked thoughtfully at the black shadow on the northeast mountain, touched the beard on his chin and fell into deep thought.

Looking at Zhao Shixun in contemplation, Heiwa and Da Zhuzi were so depressed in their hearts. Although they really wanted to help the people here clean up these two dogs, they were dumbfounded when they heard the guide man say this. During the day, they also followed Zhao Shixun to the vicinity to reconnoitre, and this Zhengjiapo stronghold was indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack. What's even worse is that twenty miles away from here is a larger Majiazhuang stronghold. If they want to take the Zhengjiapo stronghold without alarming the Majiazhuang stronghold, this is simply an impossible thing in the eyes of the two.

"Big brother, if our people from the Majiazhuang stronghold come to the front and end your village's stronghold, what will be the result?"

Suddenly stopped until Zhao Shixun asked, the man who was squatting on the ground and smoking a cigarette paused, stood up and thought about it for a while and said:

"As long as you can set up a stronghold before the devils in Majiazhuang come, the Japanese will not be easily angry with us, after all, the lives of the two dogs are worthless in the eyes of the devils."

…… To be continued.