Chapter 948: Yingtan's Unexpected Encounter

Of course, this kind of aid is not the kind of assistance that directly gives money, and this kind of practice is only counterproductive, and the families of the martyrs will not accept this kind of aid method that appears to be charity.

They think that their men are sacrificed for the country, this is a responsibility and an obligation, this is something to be proud of and proud of, and now they are taking the money from the organization, which is simply making it difficult for their husband's soul in heaven to comfort and be ashamed.

This is why so many martyrs refuse to receive pensions despite their poor lives.

They have to be strong.

Wang Liang had the idea to use the funds to set up some factories, such as processing red dates in northern Shaanxi, making socks, etc., so that the martyrs' families can make money through labor and provide them with employment opportunities, which can be regarded as making the martyrs feel at ease and so that the soldiers who are still fighting have no worries.

This idea has existed in Wang Liang's mind for a long time, but he has no chance to implement it, and now he has caught up, which can be regarded as a matter of Wang Liang's heart.

At the end of August, Wang Liang also took his brothers on the road home, and this time it was a full return.

The night before leaving, Wang Liang finally met the chairman, and the two had a long talk, and Wang Liang did not leave the No. 1 cave until eleven o'clock.

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Following.

Changing into civilian clothes, taking the train from Shanxi started the long eastward journey, and naturally needed to change into trains constantly along the way, or the national control area, or the Japanese war zone, and the people's lives did not seem to be very good.

There was always an eerie aura in the air, and there was not a hint of a smile on the faces of passers-by of all stripes, on the contrary, a bitter look on their faces.

Wang Liang couldn't help but sigh: "Xing, the people are bitter." Death, the people suffer. ”

Speechless all the way, and finally arrived at Yingtan, Jiangxi along the Anhui-Jiangxi line.

With several major counteroffensives of the national * army, the railway line was destroyed by the Japanese army, and most of the lines that are still in operation have been controlled by the Japanese army and are specially used to transport military supplies.

The train cars that can carry passengers have been reduced again and again, which has led to the fact that Wang Liang and his party cannot go directly, so they can only transfer from Yingtan in Jiangxi and then return to Jiangbei, which is also the most convenient plan at present.

Yingtan is located in the north-east of Jiangxi Province, in the middle and lower reaches of the Xinjiang River.

Later, Yingtan is crisscrossed by four main railway lines of Yingxia Line, Zhejiang-Jiangxi Line, Anhui-Jiangxi Line and Shanghai-Kunming Line, and is known as "the city pulled by trains".

In 1942, Yingtan was still the intersection of many railways, and its geographical location was very important, so it naturally became the focus of the Japanese attack.

At present, Yingtan is still controlled by the Japanese, but it is not far from the day when the national * army will recover.

Wang Liang thought about it, and thought that after returning to the seventh district, he would also be ready to overcome a few nearby towns.

"Boss, it's a pit stop." Seeing that the train began to slow down, the harrier woke up Wang Liang, who had slept all the way.

"Let's go, take the things, get out of the car and find a place to eat first, and then hurry when you're full." Wang Liang was drowsy, and he was really tired in the past few days.

"Eat well, eat well." As soon as Wei Dayong heard about eating, he became extremely excited, and he was simply a foodie.

Seeing the appearance of the monk, Wang Liang glanced at him, didn't bother to scold him, got up and got out of the car.

Yingtan Station is very dilapidated and simple, and a few figures are sparse and sparse on the platform.

On the other side of the station, there was a bustling crowd of people, and if you looked closely, there were hundreds of coolies carrying goods under the supervision of several Japanese puppet soldiers.

Looking at the packaging, the devil should be the winter clothes prepared in advance.

Wang Liang felt a little funny, do you really think you can last a winter in this place?

Following the flow of people, Wang Liang and the brothers left the station.

As soon as they walked out of the train station, the scene outside made everyone dumbfounded.

A ruin.

After asking the old man who was enjoying the shade under the tree, he learned that two months ago, after the Japanese devils invaded Yingtan Town, everyone on the street fled, and Yingtan Town became an empty city.

The Japanese devils searched from house to house, looted gold, silver jewelry and valuables when they saw them, and smashed furniture, altars and jars to pieces. The devil also urinated in the grain, oil, and salt, mixed it with mud and sand, and trampled everything badly, which was worse than a wild beast entering the house.

After the streets were ruined, a small force was sent to the countryside to loot.

None of the villages within a radius of 30 kilometers from Yingtan Town have run away.

Xiabu, Hutang, Jiangshang, Bailu, Yangbi, Shuangfeng, Yanjia, Dongxi and other places have been looted several times in a row, and the devils have also arrested more than 650 people as laborers, killed more than 500 ploughing cattle, more than 800 pigs, and captured countless chickens and ducks, causing families to flee, villages and villages are desolate, and even the sound of chickens and dogs barking is rarely heard.

"Oh, what a wickedness!" After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing that the home he had lived in for most of his life was destroyed like this, how could he feel comfortable.

"Damn, little devil of the dog day, I'll kill you sooner or later!" Wei Dayong has always hated clearly, and when he heard the old man's story, he immediately became angry, and it was simply intolerable for the devil to do these things.

Later, the atrocities of the Japanese devils developed to the point of destroying their homes, and whenever they entered a village, they would set fire everywhere and smoke from every house. Xiabu Street was originally very lively, there were more than 100 households, hundreds of houses, after the devil entered the village three times to burn the house, only one house and two pig pens by the river remained. Hutang and Jiangshang Ai's family are also large villages with hundreds of households, and the devils burned down more than 300 houses. At that time, the Dongxi Song family was a small village with only more than 20 households, and more than 20 houses were burned down to only two. It's gone, it's gone, it's all burned. The old man continued.

Wang Liang is also very angry in his heart, obviously, the devil has sprinkled all the anger that he has been unable to attack for a long time on the people.

"Boss, we should do something, right? Pull the team over and do it with them! Ou Xiang said.

"It's time to settle the score." Wang Liang nodded.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the old man fell to the ground.

This made Wang Liang and the others shocked, and they couldn't help but put their hands in their pockets, and then they remembered that they didn't carry weapons.

"Hahaha."

I saw five or six Japanese devils giggling and surrounding him, kicking the old man's corpse a few times, and only then did he stop after confirming that he was dead.

"Old thing, seeing that you have been here for so long, you can't even eat, and life is so hard, the imperial army sent you on your way. Hahahaha. A devil soldier said in broken Chinese.

If Wei Dayong hadn't been pulled by Cao Jiawei, he would have gone up and smothered these devils with a fist.

"How many of you, what are you doing?"