There are many units in the surrounding area, including people from the Eighth Route and the Pingshui Detachment, and even some bandit forces have come to pull people.

There are also small groups of Japanese puppet troops to sweep, but the people in these teams are very cunning, they have been to a place once, and they will never go a second time, so that those teams who go to sweep are always empty.

There were also several exchanges of fire and casualties.

However, the garrisons of the Japanese troops of the puppet army that exchanged fire were besieged that night and were completely annihilated.

Now all the energy of the Japanese army is focused on the area of the Yellow Flood Area, and they are unable to take care of the skirmishes here, so after such a war of annihilation has been carried out several times, even if those puppet Japanese troops receive information, they often turn a blind eye, pretend not to see it, and secretly be ruthless, and wait until the situation in the Yellow Flood Area is stable, and then come to trouble this group of bastards.

The refugees who were brought into the mountains would be immediately grouped, the young and strong ones would be trained on the spot, and the family members who followed them would be immediately transferred to the base areas in the rear.

All kinds of forces are moving towards the Yellow Flood Area, and the situation is treacherous and turbulent.

Everyone knows that as the situation on the road begins to change as the flood recedes, a big war will inevitably begin.

The 28th Army was stationed, on the outskirts of a ruined town.

On the south bank is the flooding area of the Yellow River's embankment, and from a high place, you can see the tragic situation of the flood on the other side, compared to that side, this side is simply a paradise.

But in fact, nowhere would be paradise.

Hundreds of thousands of countries retreating from the other side of the Yellow River. The army garrisoned along the surrounding coast and tried to re-garrison the defensive line with the natural danger of the Yellow River, which attracted artillery bombardment by the Japanese army on the other bank, and even bombing by Japanese fighters, and people died in the artillery fire every day.

And these countries. The rout of the army lost their armor all the way, in order to escape faster, they had already lost all kinds of materials, the Yellow River burst the embankment, they did not have to rush to run again, but there were no supplies, three meals a day began to become a problem, before the logistics troops did not transport the supplies over, these rout soldiers had to borrow and rob, to solve on the spot.

As a result, the people in this vicinity also became starving, and together with the refugees who had escaped from the other side, locusts roamed around like a crossing, some fled far away, and many others, for various reasons, remained in these towns, and lived as well as dogs.

As soon as the day dawned, Lu Yuan had already woken up, and after a few hours of sleep, the body that had been violently consumed for many days finally recovered a little.

Cow pimples, as well as Mao Ying and other soldiers are still sleeping, snoring on the Chase Bunk, they are too tired, trekking in the knee-deep yellow flood area, and even killing the enemy, the consumption is not only physical strength, mental consumption, but also extremely huge.

Lu Yuan was able to recover quickly because he had received a full six years of brutal special forces training, and these guys obviously couldn't have received the same training.

"One-two-one, one-two-one......"

Outside the barracks, the soldiers' morning drill training had already begun, running in the planned area and doing various tactical exercises.

Lu Yuan walked past the camp, and the officer he knew in the command room last night passed by him, casting a cold glance, and he didn't know whether it was vigilance or awe.

After turning around, Lu Yuan didn't see Xiao Shanling, so he took care of himself out of the barracks and headed towards the town, he had no intention of interfering in the morning training of these soldiers, after all, even if he could train the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment into a good army, but it took too much time to barely have some results, and the army in front of him, if everything went well, Lu Yuan felt that they should be ready to set off before midnight.

It is absolutely impossible to rely on training to increase their combat effectiveness in such a short period of time, he would rather use these wasted time to go to the town to see if it is possible to eat something good, eggs and meat and the like, so many days of fried noodles are cold, and he is about to vomit.

"Master Jun, Master Jun, let's enjoy something to eat......"

As soon as they left the camp, a dozen or twenty ragged and withered civilians gathered around, men, women, and children, with the same look of begging and misery on their faces.

The expressions of these people made Lu Yuan's heart tingle for a while, but he could only pretend that he didn't see anything, and walked out of the crowd with a cold face, without giving them anything. There were hungry refugees all over the corner, and Lu Yuan was sure that if he gave anything to someone, the rest would flood over in the blink of an eye, and it would be difficult for him to get out.

Not helping these poor people is not ruthless, it is really because he can't help them, he can't help them.

However, he had already figured out how to help.

If he did nothing, he knew he would have a hard conscience.

The town was in tatters, with traces of artillery bombardment, and like the barracks gates, there were refugees in dirty and shabby clothes everywhere, and there were also shops that opened their doors to do business, buying and selling food, clothes, and even porridge shops and bun shops.

Don't wonder how anyone can have food to buy and sell in such a difficult environment, and don't wonder why these refugees are starving to death, but they don't rush into these shops to grab and eat - if they can open their doors and do business in such an environment without being harassed, then there must be backers behind these shops that the refugees absolutely cannot provoke, and of course, the food here is often accompanied by a surprising enough price.

Behind the existence of every thing, there must be a reason for its existence, and there will be no accidents.

The town's small grain shop is close to the only small restaurant, from which the smell of millet porridge and even fried fritters comes from, and many refugees are greedily breathing in the air not far away, as if they can draw nutrients from these scents to keep them alive.

However, knowing that there was food in the small restaurant opposite, they didn't even dare to take a step closer.

At the door of the restaurant and the grain store, there were men with indifferent expressions guarding them, and the fierce aura between their eyebrows indicated that they had probably seen blood in their hands, and the bulging waists made it easy to guess that it was a weapon such as a short gun.

These refugees are hungry, but they are certainly not crazy, and they don't want to die for a bite to eat.

"Shopkeeper, please give me a bowl of porridge, my father and mother are sick and haven't eaten for two days, please do it...... Or they'll die......"

At the door of the small restaurant, there was a crying female voice begging, although she was wearing a wide and disgruntled coarse cloth coat, she could still see that the other party had a slender figure.

"If you want porridge, bring the money!"

The shopkeeper grinned with a goatee and yellow teeth, squinting at the woman in front of him, and there was a kind of cat looking at the little mouse that had been blocked in the corner.