In the bitter wind and rain, Lu Yuan took Yang Zongman, the monkey spirit king, the big dog and the bear, and the cow pimple, from Kunshan into Jiangsu, all the way forward, preparing to cross Suzhou Jiangyin, and then go to Nanjing.

Along the way, there were groups of refugees, women and children were screaming and crying, and the gray-haired old people were sitting on the side of the road, they couldn't walk, so they let their families go first and run for their lives, and they stayed and waited for death, crying together, they were just running for their lives, and they didn't even know where they could escape, there was the end.

I don't know how many of these tragic things I saw along the way.

Lu Yuan and the others dressed up as civilians and walked quickly along the edge of the muddy road, their expressions numb as if they had been frozen by the cold wind, and the world was full of poor people, how much could they sympathize with?

In this troubled world, there are too many poor people, and if you have to be sad for every poor person, they are afraid that they will die because of their sadness.

"Deserter, why don't we mix in the crowd?"

The monkey spirit came up and asked: "Walk in the crowd, so that it is not easy to be caught, and in case you encounter the Japanese army, it is easy to hide!" ”

"The Japanese army also thinks so, so they will use this as an excuse to shoot at the common people with impunity!"

Lu Yuan said sadly: "We can't protect these people, but at least try not to drag them down to tell the truth, I despise those soldiers who disguise themselves as ordinary people, they don't know how many people they killed in order to survive"

Ahem

Yang Zongman and the others coughed with embarrassment, because they themselves were now dressed up as ordinary people.

"I mean, people are watching the sky, but they want to be worthy of their hearts!"

Lu Yuan was also a little embarrassed, but he still insisted on letting this small gang of his own walk on the side of the crowded fleeing team, he felt that the real soldiers did not lie in what they were wearing, but in the bottom of their hearts, whether they regarded themselves as soldiers.

It was almost noon, and the tired refugees sat on the ground and rested for a while.

Lu Yuan asked everyone to take a break, drink saliva, eat something, and sleep in the open for several days in a row, even he felt a little unbearable.

Decades later, it was only an hour or two drive from Shanghai to Nanjing, but now he suspects that he will not be able to reach Nanjing in ten days and half a month.

Niu Pimple took out the pancake and gnawed it slowly with water, Yang Zongman's smoking pot was cut off on the battlefield, and now he rolled a horn tube with paper and smoked it in turn with the monkey spirit king's hemp rod, scolding this messy world while smoking.

Lu Yuan went over to see the injury on the arm of the big bear, after cleaning and stitching, his injury has improved significantly, although it is still a little red and swollen, but it is finally not like a few days ago, the whole arm will be broken.

"Xiaolu, do you really think that the Japanese army will slaughter Nanjing? They wouldn't be crazy to that extent, would they? ”

Yang Zongman asked, he had asked this question no less than ten times, not because he was doubting that Lu Yuan was not a prophet, but obviously unwilling to believe that human nature could be ugly to such an extent.

Just like himself, when he kills the enemy on the battlefield, he will not hesitate to confront the sword and gun, because it is the battlefield, but if he is allowed to attack an unarmed ordinary person, he feels that he can't do it anyway, it will make him feel that he is a sinner.

The cow pimple was gnawing on the hard pancake like a stone, and then he found that two dirty children of seven or eight years old appeared next to him, looking at him with snot and saliva.

Then he saw that many people in the vicinity were also looking at him, their throats were squirming, and when he looked over, those people lowered their heads in shame, they were obviously hungry, but they still wanted to maintain the last bit of human dignity, unlike children, they were hungry, and they showed it.

"Well, I don't have much, so I'll give you a little."

The cow pimple said, broke off two pieces from the cake and stuffed them into the hands of the two children, and the two children stuffed them into their mouths, chewed vigorously, and then looked at him with blank eyes, and more children appeared around them.

"No, no, I don't have much to eat"

The cow pimple suddenly had a ghostly expression on his face, stuffed the remaining half of the cake into his arms, and ran away with a sad face, as if he had been caught as a thief.

"Well deserved!"

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the monkey spirit king rolled on the ground with laughter, and cried out strangely: "Look at us, and everyone, who would eat in such a place?" Besides, if you want to eat it yourself, why give it to others? Do you think you are a landlord? ”

"They look pathetic," said the pimple, with red eyes.

"Have pity on yourself, this army is in chaos, poor people are everywhere, how much can you help?" Yang Zongman sighed.

Buzz!

In the sky, suddenly there was a sound, and the long crowd of refugees stretched their necks, and then they saw seven or eight warplanes through the clouds, and swooped down with the ferocious attitude of eagles catching chickens.

"Airplanes, planes of the Japanese"

"Spread out, spread out!"

Lu Yuan roared suddenly, and the monkey spirit, Niu Pimple and others were also roaring, and they had been bombed by Japanese fighters in Dachang Town.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and more people just looked blankly, as if they didn't understand what the fighter meant!

The roar of fighter planes with engines swept over the long stream of people, and the aerial shells fell in strings, and at the same time the dense roar of airborne machine guns sounded!

Among the crowds of refugees who craned their necks to look out, a large area of blood mist suddenly exploded, and the bullets fired by the 20 airborne machine guns were often able to tear a string of people into pieces, and then the shells exploded one after another in the crowd, and the flesh and blood flew in an instant!

"Get down, get down"

Lu Yuan and the others lay on the ground and watched with tears of tears, grief and anger like the roar of a trapped beast, but in the earth-shattering explosions and the roar of machine guns, as well as the earth-shattering cries and screams of the crowd, they were as small as the waves being submerged by the tide.

The crowd scattered like a honeycomb of a swarm, running for their lives towards the mountains, trying to get away, and looking at them, you would think they could run faster than a bullet.

Fighter planes flew back and forth overhead, like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep playing with the lambs that had nowhere to run, sweeping down the scattered refugees one by one.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

Yang Zongman and the others were furious, tearing the camouflage on the barrel of the gun like crazy, they understood that these Japanese fighters were not on a mission at all now, they seemed to be playing a game, slaughtering those Chinese people on the ground.

"Calm down, we can't beat them!"

Lu Yuan shouted, and shouted the moment he saw the Japanese fighter passing by: "Run!" ”

Then he got up and rushed to the side of the mountain with a few people, not rushing out far, and then lay down again, dodging another strafing fire from the Japanese fighters circling back, and finally hid behind a rock.

Then they watched, watched the Japanese fighters slaughtering those refugees unscrupulously, looked at the flying flesh and blood, and the people who kept dying tragically, trembling with anger and dripping blood, but they couldn't do anything.

Nothing can be done.

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