The wind swept the dust and sand, roared in mid-air, and the ragged refugees struggled in the cold wind with their shoulders clutched, and from time to time they could see the lying dead and dead. The woman sits on the wheelbarrow, the child cries and sleeps, the husband pushes from behind, the younger brother pulls from the front, the old woman holds the cane, the girl leans on each other, staggering on the road, the husband scolds the young wife, and the old mother calls her children......

Breaking through the Kanto region is a tragic history, a feat of immigration, and who knew that such a history and feat were written with blood.

Xiao Si continued to narrate: "I heard Brother Chen say that on the road to Kanto, you can see rickety dead people everywhere, and even if you get there, you will be bullied. The locals, the Mongols, the bearded, the Japanese, no one treats outsiders as human beings. But the poor can't wait for death, let's break in, maybe break out of happiness, maybe break out of trouble, anyway, it's a life. ”

Yang Tianfeng was silent, handed the gun to Xiao Si, and said in a low voice: "It's just a life!" You're right, if you break into a good fortune, you will make money, but what can you do if you break into a bad fortune? When the sky fell, there were tall people on top of it. People, you always have to keep breaking through in order to find your own way. ”

"Left, left." A boatman shouted loudly from the mast.

In order to ensure the correct direction of sailing, the boatman must always look for a reliable reference to confirm that there is no deviation in the course, and the role of the head boat is extremely important.

The fleet had already sailed out of the boundaries of Qulong Town, and it was clear that the retreat here was poorly organized. Although Yang Tianfeng sent people to report the news of the ruling, many local officials and people did not believe it, and there was no organization, and it was just a spontaneous, blind, and instinctive escape of the victims.

On the roofs that were about to collapse, on the large trees that were mostly flooded, and on the small mounds where the water was knee-deep, more and more victims were seen. When these victims saw the ship, it was as if they had seen a bodhisattva descend from heaven, waving their arms and torn clothes, and shouting desperately in hoarse voices.

More than a dozen large ships in front of them were driving proudly, Yang Tianfeng ordered to slow down the speed of the boats, and the small and medium-sized boats behind began to catch up with the victims, and then accelerated to keep up. Huzi's boat took advantage of the slowdown of the head boat to catch up and occupy the second position.

The rescued victims were fortunate enough to have a way out of life before their houses collapsed and when their bodies could still support themselves. However, the victims on Duniugang not only endured the catastrophe of the flood, but also faced the ravages and killings of more than a dozen Japanese devils.

These dozen devils were originally stationed at the Baimatan outpost, and after getting the news that the flood was coming, they packed up a lot of things, and slept in the village they passed by on the way, and they rushed to the city counting the time. But as Yang Tianfeng originally calculated, because he didn't understand the water situation, he was blocked by the flood on the road, and fled to Duniugang with the panicked people.

Duniu Gang is much smaller and lower than Crouching Tiger Gang, and there are no people on it. Now surrounded by water, only an open space the size of a football field is crowded with hundreds of people, plus these dozen beasts.

The devils robbed the people of their food, killed the two ploughing oxen that had worked so hard to catch up, and forced the people to cut wood and burn fires for them to cook. After eating and drinking, he fell asleep and began to torment people again.

When the time comes, a beast is a beast, and even in the case of a flood, it cannot forget to vent its bestiality. They drove the people like wolves, threatened with rifle butts and bayonets, beat and cursed, and pulled out eight young women.

Eight poor women squirmed close to each other, hand in hand clenched, huddled together, trembling, crying, and staring straight at the Japanese devils who surrounded them without blinking.

"Ah, these good things, it's a pity to kill them, Translator Park, pull the second woman from the right here, and have fun with the stupid common people who are guides." Aoki Juncao used the saber as a crutch and looked at the bearded senior soldier next to him as he spoke, and the senior soldier smirked in agreement.

"Oh, yes." Park Tae-yong, the North Korean interpreter, pounced like a well-raised hound, brandishing his club and trying to bring the woman out.

Several Japanese soldiers were on guard with their guns, using bayonets to stop the commotion of the people, and a crooked sub-machine gun was mounted on the dirt bag next to it, and the machine gun shooter was ready to shoot. Other soldiers swallowed and looked at the women who were enclosed.

"Hey! Damn, that's crazy, this bastard, resist? Park Tae-young yelled and cursed, brandished his stick, and struck the shoulders and bodies of the women who were hugging each other, making uncomfortable popping sounds, and constantly kicking the sand and brushing it onto the women's hair.

",!" Under the shouts from the surroundings, Park Tae-young became even more rough.

Finally grabbed by Park Tae-young's hair and pulled out a twenty-five or six-year-old woman, tears flowed down her cheeks, seeped into the dirt, and were sucked off.

A man in his fifties rushed out of the crowd and looked like he had been working in the field for many years. The meek wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, tanned by the sun, stood in front of the woman, knelt on the ground, lay on the ground with thick and hard hands, shook her head, and kept telling something.

"Hate, Pak Translator, Kombat." The order of the devil soldier Cao was cold.

"Hey, don't you do it?" Park Tae-young waved the stick again and beat the man and the woman hard, the woman's white skin cracked, and blood came out and fell into the dirt, but the woman was pale, biting her lip and not moving.

"You old Hutu, hey, hey!" Despite Park Tae-young's shouting, the man kowtowed several times to tell something.

The cries of the devil soldiers were mixed with the women's cries for help, and the sound of blindly scolding with half-mourning faces could be heard, as if it could not be suppressed.

"Bastard, don't tremble!" Jun Cao's eyes widened and he scolded.

"This old fool, this, don't you fight?" Park Tae-young waved his stick like crazy, and the old man and woman lay on the ground in tears.

"Okay, Translator Park, you did a good job! Tell these things, as long as you are obedient, you will spare their lives, haha......" The Japanese soldiers and soldiers laughed happily.

"One more!" "It's that thing!" The devil soldiers screamed as they approached the women again and grabbed a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen with her hair in braids.

"Come out, come out, it's you, haha!" The Japanese soldier Cao shouted loudly.

"Mommy, Mommy!" The girl, knowing about the impending danger, struggled and cried out to her mother in a miserable voice.

An old lady with torn clothes and gray hair knelt down in front of the crowd, blinking her wrinkled eyes and kowtowing to the devils. Mother was born in the soil, grew up in the soil, worked hard for many years, and dreamed that the only girl left behind could marry happily and let her hold her grandson!