Under the cold moonlight, more than a dozen tattered corpses of Balu lay quietly in a pool of blood, their previous bravery and anger were all lost because of death, along with their lives.

There were wild dogs lingering around them, as if they wanted to go up and devour, and they were a little afraid of the majesty of these humanoid creatures that had existed as masters for a long time, and did not dare to step forward for a while.

The air was unusually thick with blood.

Zhang Ran, who thought that he had already seen and killed devils, broke his guts, and would not care about these, looked at those corpses, only felt that his hairs stood on end, and his stomach was even more overturned.

It's not that I'm afraid of the dead.

He really couldn't imagine how desolate it would be if he died, like these unknown soldiers, and become a corpse that no one cared for, no one knew who they were, no one knew what they had done, no one paid tribute to them, and no one remembered them.

Zhang Ran walked through these corpses, jumping, looking like a ghost and witch dancing under the moon, if someone saw it, he would have to scare people to death.

But there was no one in the village.

I heard that there was a devil appearing, and all the people in the village fled into the mountains, and in a short time, they should not have the courage to come back.

Of course, Zhang Ran is not dancing, he is lucky to see if he can wear it back.

Tossed for a long time, except for making himself out of breath, he got nothing.

"It looks like there's really no going back......"

Zhang Ran wanted to cry without tears, although he expected that he couldn't go back, but when the iron-like facts were in front of him, he still couldn't help but feel sad, and almost cried out.

According to the plan he thought of in the afternoon, Zhang Ran was ready to leave for Yanggou Town.

That is where he participated in poverty alleviation work, and every grass and tree over there has been clear for several years.

Moreover, Yanggou Town is located in a mountainous area, with high mountains and dense forests along the way, and more than a dozen villages under its jurisdiction are scattered in the mountains within a radius of dozens of miles.

The unique geographical environment has always made the area around Yanggou Town extremely poor, so all parties are too lazy to get involved.

According to the records that Zhang Ran once saw in the history of the county, even when the battle situation entered a stalemate and the devils began to consolidate their territory behind enemy lines, there were very few records of devils entering and leaving Yanggou Village, and even the Eighth Route Army, which was despised as only drilling ravines, began to develop this area into a base after thirty or nine years.

Although there are living people in a place like Yanggou Town, it is like soaking in bitter water, and there is no day in sight.

But in these troubled times, it is a good hiding place!

It's not good to live, but it's not a big problem to survive.

However, seeing those wandering wild dogs, Zhang Ran had to give up the idea of leaving immediately, and instead went to the village to find hoes and the like, preparing to bury these unknown Eighth Route soldiers first.

It has nothing to do with kindness and compassion, just out of respect, these brave guys deserve to be buried by him.

At the same time, it can be regarded as Zhang Ran's own little accumulation of yin virtue, in case he is in the wilderness one day, he also hopes that someone will be willing to spend some effort to bury himself, instead of being gnawed by wild dogs.

In the past, when poverty alleviation was carried out, when they went to the village to inspect the work, there were always people secretly saying something strange behind their backs that devils had entered the village.

But the words of those ordinary people are more ridiculous.

But when he entered the village and saw the tragic situation in the village, Zhang Ran deeply realized what it really means to be called a devil entering the village!

Those devils not only snatched anything from the poultry and livestock in the village, but also the rest of the things they didn't want and couldn't take away, and these beasts were not willing to let go - the water tank, smashed, hoes and sickles, smashed, and the grain that could not be taken away was directly piled up in a pile and burned......

Even those dirty rags, rags, quilts, mattresses, etc., devils can be thrown into the pit!

These things are nothing to the rich, but for these bitter people, they are all belongings!

"Lao Tzu only now understands what it means to lose all conscience!"

Holding a hoe that was hard to find, the slightly longer broken hoe was digging a pit, and Zhang Ran, who was hungry and cooing, but could only sniff those burnt grains to relieve hunger, couldn't help but curse, and said in his heart that he didn't know whether the Chinese had dug the ancestral grave of the little devil's family, or slept with the eighteenth generation of women in their family, these guys were so scourge!

It's cold, and the tools are hard to come by.

So it took several hours, tired and sweaty, to dig the grave, and then carry the corpses of those eight roads over and put them into the pit layer by layer.

Finally finished his work, Zhang Ran felt that he should say something, or set up a monument or something.

But in the end, he just sighed, and began to fill in the earth, trying not to look at the bottom of the corpses, he just hoped that in the future, if he was really a violent corpse wilderness, the guy who buried himself could spend more effort to dig a bigger pit for himself, and if he had to be buried with many people, then he must not put himself at the bottom and be pressed by a bunch of people.

Just thinking about it, he felt very uncomfortable.

But he really didn't have the strength to dig a bigger pit for these Eight Route warriors who deserved to have a larger, even luxurious, tomb!

"Damn, crush Lao Tzu......"

At the bottom of the pit, an Eighth Route soldier suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at Zhang Ran.

"Mom......"

Zhang Ran was only frightened, and the ghost screamed and fell to the sky, and his head hit the tree on the side with a bang, and only tears of pain broke out.

The sky is already white, and the sky is almost dawn.

"It turned out to be a dream......"

Zhang Ran, who was scared out of a cold sweat, looked around, touched the cold sweat that came out of his back spine, and stood up tremblingly and moved his hands and feet.

I walked for most of the night last night, and I didn't stop until I was tired, and I didn't know that I had such a dream, and I was scared half to death.

Decades later, it only takes an hour to drive from Maling Village to Yanggou Town.

But now, Zhang Ran climbed the mountain and crossed the mountains, and it took him until the second half of the night to see the location of Yanggou Town.

The current Yanggou Village is not a big town a few decades later, but a small village with only a dozen or twenty households.

Because it is located in the necessary place of more than a dozen villages, you can go out from this side for a few hours to the plain area, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, more and more people have built a town directly.

Zhang Ran, who was hungry with his chest against his back, walked into the town as if he was stepping on cotton under his feet, and after looking around, he knocked on the door of one of the relatively good-looking houses, ready to get something to eat first.

"Dog's life, fight devils......"

"Beware of the gun he has on hand......"

"Fence it first, don't run away for this bastard!"

"I've noticed you little devil for a long time, sneaky, you have harmed Maling Village, and you want to harm our Yanggou Village? Old and young masters, we must let this little devil come and go today......"

At the moment when Zhang Ran's hand was just stretched out, a strange roar like thunder suddenly sounded around him, and countless people rushed out, holding all kinds of things in their hands, sickles, kitchen knives, hoes, and pitchforks, grinning at him with an angry and somewhat frightened face.

Devil?

Zhang Ran himself was startled, and then he understood what was going on as soon as he lowered his head.

I thought that he didn't wear much to participate in the performance, but in order to keep out the cold, he put on the yellow military uniform that he pulled off from the devil, so there was such a misunderstanding.

But it was impossible for him to tell the villagers that he was from decades later, and he didn't know how he got there.

If that's the case, Zhang Ran is sure that he was not killed as a ghost, and he had to be dragged to Shenhe as a ghost!

"I'm not a devil, I'm Balu!" Zhang Ran screamed.

"Eight ways?"

The villagers were stunned, and when they heard him speak in the local dialect, they relaxed their vigilance a little and began to exchange ears.

A few days ago, there was a story in Maling Village about the eight roads and the devils who killed many people, and many villagers also heard about it, so they believed Zhang Ran's words a little, and then looked at one of the thin old men with a goatee, and said in a low voice: "Bao Chang, what do you see?" ”

The old man glanced at Zhang Ran with an unkind look, and said angrily: "Then why are you wearing the clothes of a devil?" Mo is not a traitor......"