Inside the base, it is in full swing.

With the exception of the militias, which were significantly more prepared than before, almost all the forces were thrown into the harvest.

Because the chemical fertilizer produced by the detachment is always as limited as possible, the average yield per mu of wheat this year is conservatively estimated to reach more than 300 catties - compared with the yield per mu of 100 tens of catties in previous years, even if it is a bumper year, this year's summer harvest and bumper harvest are unprecedented!

Compared with last year's autumn harvest, it is far more than that!

But the smiles on the faces of the villagers are far less brilliant than they were during last autumn's harvest!

Because everyone knows that two or three hundred miles away, the soldiers are inseparable from the Japanese devils, and the thousands of soldiers and militias who went out of the detachment are fighting bloodily in order to protect everyone, and I don't know how many soldiers may never be able to go home and reunite with their relatives!

What's even more terrifying is that if this battle cannot be won, the Japanese devils will fight......

The big guy has only lived a good life for a few days, and I'm afraid it's going to end like this......

Therefore, everyone riveted their strength, rushed to harvest, rushed to plant the autumn grain, hoping to free up their hands as soon as possible, and when the detachment needed it, they could also contribute their own strength!

Even if there are no guns, even if they find a brick to carry a stick, they swear that when the detachment needs it, they will definitely rush up and fight the little devil without hesitation!

Because they have lived a good life, they will never be able to go back to the hard life they used to have!

In the distance, a group of men and horses came over.

In the crowd, there were many wounded soldiers supporting each other forward, and there were many people carrying the wounded on stretchers, but more often than not, it was the kind of chicken bus that was everywhere in the base area.

Every chicken cart was full, but not the one I had seen before.

In the past, the chicken buses were loaded with goods, but these chicken buses were loaded with long strips of objects wrapped in straw mats, and a strange smell emanated from these straw mats......

The villagers straightened up from the busy fields, their eyes sad.

The team was silent, and everyone's eyes were full of sadness......

The villagers watched the procession go into the distance, in the direction of the county seat and Yanggou Town, and did not speak for a long time - this is the second group of teams they saw today to escort the bodies of the wounded and martyrs back!

The woman looked at the man and stopped.

The man didn't raise his head, but the action of cutting wheat and sorghum was significantly faster than before!

The woman quickened the harvest, knowing what her man was thinking!

She knew that her man had seen it as much as herself, and the bodies of so many wounded and martyrs had been sent back, which meant one thing - this time the detachment went out to fight, and the casualties were extremely great!

So his man wants to finish the work in the field as soon as possible, wait for the call of the town and county, and be on call at any time!

In the field not far away, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child looked at the walking procession with tears in his eyes, and at the same time kept glancing at the woman who was harvesting the crops fiercely.

From beginning to end, the woman didn't look up, as if she hadn't noticed the team.

But the children know that it is impossible for their mothers not to see it.

"Mother......

The child cried and said, "Why don't we go and see?" In case ......"

"Wheat harvesting matters!"

The woman said firmly: "Your father will be fine, he will definitely be fine!" ”

Moreover, even if there is something, it will not help to go and see it yourself, and maybe you will be too sad because of the man's sacrifice at that time, and you will not be in the mood to continue to harvest this ripe crop......

So she would rather believe that her man is fine, would rather harvest more crops, and would rather plant the grain sooner!

She knew that if something happened to her man, if there was a spirit in heaven, her man would definitely want her to do what she was doing now......

Because he went out to fight to protect himself and his children, and all he had to do was to take the children to live hard!

Yanggou Town Detachment Base!

The carpenter Lao Lin and the stonemason Lao Zheng are all working overtime with the craftsmen, and the sound of planing wood and chiseling stones rings from early morning to late at night every day......

It's just that this time, what Lao Lin Lao Zheng and the craftsmen did was no longer the ones that Zhang Ran explained before, and asked them to make some machine accessories or models made by the soil method, but to make coffins and chisel tombstones......

When making those models and accessories and the like, it is extremely cumbersome, sometimes even if it is a little worse, it will be required to rework and redo it all, and sometimes Lao Zheng Laolin and other craftsmen are in a hurry to rework, and there is an urge to lose something and not wait!

And making coffins and carving tombstones, there is obviously no trouble of being reworked.

Not only because these things require little precision, but also because they have been making these things regularly since the day they learned the carpenter's and stonemason's trade, and practice makes perfect.

Even with their eyes closed, they can make coffins and tombstones.

But now, Lao Zheng Laolin and other craftsmen desperately want to do this, and would rather endure the torture of reworking again and again to do those mechanical parts......

Because they know that these coffins and tombstones made for the soldiers and militia are not longevity trees for the elderly, and they can be prepared in advance - that is too unlucky!

Every time a coffin is made and a tombstone is carved, it must represent that another soldier or militia has died!

"I'm gone!"

A stonemason threw the hammer and chisel in his hand on the ground like a fierce one, and after stomping a few feet in disgust, he scolded: "What the hell is this? What kind of thing is this—so many of us make coffins and tombstones for young people every day? Bad luck is dead......"

The rest of the craftsmen didn't pay attention to the stonemason, but when they waved the hammer and planer in their hands, the force on their arms involuntarily exerted force, as if they were knocking on the devil's head and shaving on the devil's face......

The hospital was full of wounded people.

The health team has long been out of stock!

Lu Yan had to urgently summon some meticulous and ingenious women to help, and helped the health team members who were too busy, washing bandages, changing dressings for the wounded, and so on.

Everywhere was covered with washed gauze, hanging everywhere, and the miserable white color made all the villagers feel panicked when they saw it, and wanted to stay away from here.

The children at the school were on vacation, and Deng Ying was also in the hospital to help change the dressing for the wounded.

Every time he saw the terrifying wounds on those soldiers, Deng Ying couldn't help but tighten his scalp, and he didn't dare to think about how those wounds were caused......

"Little meaning, that little devil is even worse - he stabbed me, I smashed the little devil's head with the butt of a gun, and I was stabbed in exchange for the devil's life, it's too cost-effective!"

"Teacher Deng, don't worry, it doesn't hurt!"

"I'm just a little injured, and our squad leader is dead......"

When changing the medicine for the soldiers, Deng Ying heard a lot of stories - some endured severe pain and became a hero in front of him, some were sad and wept, and some showed how brave he was......

All the stories finally converged into a tragic battlefield in Deng Ying's mind......

"Why don't you eat?"

Deng Fang knocked on the edge of the bowl, saw Deng Ying's eyes full of tears when he looked up, and said in a distressed voice: "I told you, don't go to the hospital to help, you don't listen—you don't want to think about it, since you were a child, someone else has served you, where will you serve people?" You can't stand it, you know? You don't know how many pounds you have? ”

"Daddy......"

Deng Ying said with a crying voice: "It's not that I can't stand it, I just think the little devil is too bullying......"

As she said this, she relayed to Deng Fang what one of the fighters of the detachment had said about the soldiers of the detachment holding explosives and burning them. The flask tried his best to fight the tank, but the tank played the soldiers like monkeys......

"If we had a tank, we would never let the little devils bully us like this!" Deng Ying said sadly!

"You eat slowly, I won't eat ......"

Gai Heiliang stood up and went to the back mountain, leaving behind a rice bowl that had not been picked up a few bites.

When he got to a place where there was no one, Gai Heiliang slapped himself a few times and scolded himself for being a waste - if he could build something that could fight tanks, the soldiers would not use their lives to slap the tanks of the little devils......

Deng Fangsan finished pulling the rice in the bowl in two bites, and quickly wanted to go back to the Ministry of Chemical Industry, wanting to get the napalm out as soon as possible!

He believes that using napalm against the devil's tank is definitely better than burning . Bottles or explosives wrapped to make ......

As soon as he went out, he saw Wang Changtian hiding in a corner and holding a notebook......

In that notebook, the names of the martyrs recorded by Wang Changtian according to the names of the soldiers on the uniforms and the strips of cloth worn by the militiamen......

The thick book is full of names!

Deng Fang pretended not to see it, turned around and walked away.

He could imagine how heartbroken Wang Changtian was when he recorded these names—after all, every name recorded in the notebook represented the loss of a human life......

It's not the lives that have survived, it's the young people!

Then Deng Fang began to knock on his head, hating how he lacked knowledge in chemical engineering, and couldn't get that damn napalm out!

In the back mountains, it is busy.

Niu Da was directing the people to be busy making all kinds of things, or the iron sheets to be used in the soil tank, or the parts needed for the harvester, while Cheng Dongshan and Mao Diamond were holding the rice bowl, discussing with Niu Da how to ......improve some things while picking up the rice.

Seeing Gai Heiliang's cheeks flushed back, a few evil smiles flashed on the faces of Niu Dacheng Dongshan Maozhuan.

Because they know that when they go back to eat at this time, they are looking for discomfort......

However, if you don't see something, you can only deceive your eyes, but you can't deceive your heart......

They all clearly felt that their hearts were hurting, hurting!

Even if you laugh at yourself, laughing is worse than crying......