On 19 August, it was said that because the devils had already occupied an area of more than 600 kilometers and a width of more than 300 kilometers along the Zhejiang-Jiangxi line, and because they had already achieved their strategic objectives and because their troops were insufficient, they had abandoned some relatively less important areas that they had begun to occupy. The 11th Army also retreated from the occupied area on the east side of the Zhejiang-Jiangxi line and returned to their original garrison area.

The troops of the 11th Army, which was originally stationed in northern Jiangxi, withdrew to their respective defense areas one after another. Therefore, Aso even more unscrupulously implemented the policy of "clearing the townships," "suppressing the Communists," and "fortresses" in the areas occupied by the Japanese army, and in just a few months, many innocent people in northern Jiangxi were scattered in the wilderness, some of their families were ruined, their wives were separated, and people who fled abounded. The common people have been devastated.

Under the brutal rule of the devils, the common people are full of complaints, and everyone is eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the Einsatzgruppen, hoping that they can strike a severe blow to the arrogance of the puppet army.

The bloody massacre and brutality of the devils aroused the righteous indignation of all the members of the Einsatzgruppen, because a considerable part of the team members' homes were in the northern Jiangxi region. After hearing the news that the family was abused by the devils, they all urgently asked to go back to their hometowns to fight with the devils, to kill the devils, punish the Han and annihilate them, and avenge the villagers who were suffering.

Xiao Xiong decided to send three teams of the special task force in advance to immediately carry out sniper operations. The first group went to Xingzi, the second group went to Ruichang, and the third group went to Jiujiang City and its vicinity.

Everyone's task is very clear: This operation is to specifically eradicate those devils and Han annihilation who have committed the most heinous crimes, and to defeat the arrogance of the puppet regime.

The rest of the team members were broken into pieces and infiltrated the counties, townships, and towns in the enemy-occupied areas as soon as possible in the form of small detachments, mobilizing the common people, organizing anti-Japanese forces, and waging a struggle against the devils.

Xiao Xiong sat in Jiujiang and commanded the overall situation, Gao Qixing and Jiang Feng were mainly responsible for the activities of the counties along the river and lake, and Zhang Shan was responsible for the actions along the Nanxun Railway and the Changjiu Highway.

Xiong Qiang and Bai Yu led the intelligence team and stayed in Jiangxinzhou to be specifically responsible for intelligence liaison work.

Once the task is assigned, everyone immediately starts to act.

Lao Zhong also carried a shotgun on his back and followed Liu Junshan's third group back to Jiujiang.

Lao Zhong was alone in the large-scale slaughter of the village by the devils, and he was spared, which was really a fluke.

On that day, after Lao Zhong sent Liu Junshan and Jiang Donghai to the official card clip to meet the hunters, he immediately rowed back in a boat. He witnessed the bombing of the Balihu Railway Bridge, and he was proud of his son's heroic act, but at the same time worried about his son.

Near noon, he finally came to Wild Duck Island, which was about two miles away from the Balihu Bridge.

Lao Zhong saw that at this time, under the reflection of the sun, the lake was sparkling, and he could see the situation on the bridge clearly.

I saw that the pier in the center of the bridge was blown up, and the two adjacent bridges had been inserted into the water.

On the bridge, devils come and go, cleaning up the scene. Engineering trucks came to the south and north of the bridge, and it seemed that the devils were ready to start repairing the bridge. It seems that the speed of the devil is quite fast, and it is estimated that the engineering vehicles were transferred from Jiujiang Station and Shahe Station.

Suddenly, the old clock's gaze moved to the bottom of the bridge.

The lake below the iron bridge is filled with patrol boats and other boats of devils. They brought a lot of divers, who were constantly diving into the water, busy salvaging the corpses of devils and other things that had fallen into the lake. The wooden boat, loaded with the salvaged bodies, immediately headed for the north side of the lake, in the direction of the Jiujiang River.

In addition to salvaging the bodies, they also recovered some weapons and equipment.

Lao Zhong watched for a while, and did not dare to row the fishing boat over, but observed while laying a net to fish.

After a long while, he slowly collected the fishing net he had put down.

Suddenly, I felt the nets become heavy. He quickly put away the net, and the more he collected it, the heavier it became, and it didn't look like he was netting a big fish, but like he was hanging with something heavy.

When the fishing nets were almost finished, Lao Zhong took a lot of effort to pull the nets up. He looked into the water, and suddenly fell to the bow of the boat, and could not help but burst into tears.

It turned out that the fishing net was entangled in his son Zhong Guobiao. Lao Zhong hurriedly carried his son onto the boat and untied the fishing net on his body with tears in his eyes.

Zhong Guobiao may have died when he fell into the lake, so instead of water in the abdomen, he was hit by several fatal machine-gun bullets in the chest.

The blood on his body is gone, and his body is very clean. His face was calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

The old bell pressed his son's head tightly to his chest, letting the tears drip down the board.

It took a while for the old bell to wake up from his great sorrow. He estimated that it was the flowing water of Bali Lake that brought his son to him, so that their father and son could be reunited. This seems to be an arrangement in the dark, the old bell put down his son, reverently kowtowed a few times towards the lake, and immediately a big bag rose on his head, and he sincerely thanked the dragon king in the lake for letting their father and son see each other for the last time.

Lao Zhong brought the fishing boat to shore and wrapped his son in the mat on the boat. He got out of the boat first, and then hugged his son tightly to the shore, for fear that he would fall into the lake again.

He carried his son to the highest point of the Wild Duck Island and gently placed him on the ground. Then he dug a deep pit in the sandbar with a harpoon, and spread the planks, quilts, and pillows of the boat in the pit, just like a bed for his son to sleep on. He gently and slowly lowered his son into the pit, took one last look at him, and covered the plank with tears in his eyes.

With tears in his eyes, he knelt on the ground and hugged the earth with his hands into the grave, and talked to his son:

"My good boy, you are the hero who kills the little devil. I'm so proud to have such a good son as you! Daddy is not sad, Daddy is happy! You blew up the devil's iron bridge and train, and killed so many devils. Daddy is happy, happy! Son, I want to be like you, go to Commander Xiao, join the Einsatzgruppen, fight devils, and avenge you......"

The old bell found a thick branch on the sandbar and planted it in front of his son's grave. He made a mark, afraid that he would not find his son after a long time. He thought in his heart that after the matter passed, he would take his son back and bury him on the ancestral tomb mountain, and he couldn't let him be a lonely ghost.

Old Zhong sat in front of his son's grave, and he thought as he shed tears. For a long time, he was so tired that before he knew it, he fell asleep against the grave.

I don't know how long later, he was blown by the cold wind and woke up. By this time, it was already dark, and he estimated that it would be almost midnight.

At this time, it was pitch black in the direction of the Balihu Bridge. The old bell got into the boat and rowed it home in a hurry.

The Devil's Gun Tower on the north side of the bridge was also blown up in the explosion of the military column, and the searchlight of the gun tower at the south end of the bridge was damaged. In addition, the weather became gloomy and the north wind was blowing, so it was pitch black and very quiet up and down the iron bridge.

The old bell approached the iron bridge, but he was afraid of alarming the little devil. He got out of the water from the back of the boat and paddled the water to push the fishing boat forward.

The devil did not notice him, and he rowed the boat under the bridge without any problems. When the fishing boat was far away from the bridge and it was impossible for the devil to find him again, he got on the boat, quickened the pace, and rowed the boat to Zhongjia Village.

On the shore, the whole village was quiet, quiet and frightening, and before the boat docked, the dogs in the village had already been jolting, barking and running to the lake to meet the fishing boat.

Old Zhong instinctively told himself that something must have happened in the village.

Before he could enter the village, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He secretly screamed: Not good. I hurriedly ran home, but before I could run a few steps, I tripped over something, and when I looked down, it turned out to be the corpse of a dog. When I looked closer, I saw that there were still a few dogs lying around, but they were all corpses.

This time, Lao Zhong was even more panicked. When he came to the entrance of the village, he was stunned by the scene in front of him: the open space at the entrance of the village was full of corpses, and dozens of people in the village were all dead. Old Zhong Muran searched among the corpses and gathered the corpses of his family together. He kept calling out to them, and couldn't help but cry:

"Oh my God, what a wreck! Damn little devils! I say that you are the ancestor of eight lifetimes! I'm going to kill you all! ”

The old bell dug a big pit on the edge of the clearing, and also dug a small one. He carried all the people in the village into the big pit, and put all the family members into the small pit. Build a mound of graves.

The old clock has done all this, and the sky is already bright. He returned home and collapsed limply on the bed. He thought that this must be the devil who was angry with the nearby people after the bombing of the Balihu Iron Bridge, and carried out crazy revenge in a frenzy, and then slaughtered the village. If he hadn't sent Liu Junshan and the others back, maybe he would have been lying in the middle of the corpse.

Now, everything is over, the son is gone, the family has all been killed by the devil, and he is the only one left alive in the whole village. Take revenge! Hate! The blood debt must be paid with the blood of devils. Only revenge can dissolve the hatred in the heart.

Thinking of this, he jumped out of bed, took out a whetstone, and brought a knife, harpoon, and shotgun from the boat, and sharpened the knife and harpoon slowly and carefully. After sharpening, he pulled out a hair from his head and prepared to try the blade, when he suddenly found that the hair, which had been half white, was now completely white. He put the white hair on the blade of the knife and blew it lightly with his mouth, and the hair immediately broke in two.

After sharpening his knife and harpoon, he wiped his shotgun with fish oil, and took out a jar from under the bed, and took out the bullets wrapped in oilcloth from it, and pocketed them all.

He had just finished doing all this when suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of paddling and talking coming from the lake. He hurried out of the house, came to the courtyard, and hid beside the courtyard gate.

As he spoke, he noticed that by the lake, three devils were getting off a dinghy.

Seeing the devil, the anger in Lao Zhong's heart suddenly rose. He crept back into the house, his shotgun on his back. He placed the harpoon behind the door and picked up the fish-killing knife.

There is no doubt that these devils have come to check if there are any living people in the village. While they were chatting, they walked towards the village.

Suddenly, a devil noticed something strange, the dozens of corpses that were lying horizontally and vertically were gone, and when I remembered it, even the corpses of a dozen dogs by the lake were all gone, and next to the open space at the entrance of the village, two graves were built.

The devils quickly took their guns off their backs and nervously searched the village.

The village was quiet and lifeless. The devils cautiously entered the courtyard of the family at the entrance of the village, and then searched inside and outside with guns, but they didn't even see a single figure. In this way, they searched a few houses carefully, not to mention people, and they didn't even meet a single panting.

The devils also became emboldened, and they thought that maybe someone from another village had come here and buried all the corpses, so there was no need to make a fuss, so they put their guns on their shoulders again and continued to search the village.

The three devils continued to search house to house along the village road.

The three devils came to Lao Zhong's house, one of the devils just walked into the house, Lao Zhong rushed forward with an arrow, strangled the devil's neck with his left hand, and the knife in his right hand grazed into the devil's chest.

As soon as Lao Zhong dragged the devil's body into the house, a devil called outside. Maybe it was because he screamed a few times, but when he saw no response, the devil walked towards the house.

As soon as the devil crossed the threshold, the old bell picked up his harpoon and stabbed at him. The devil didn't even see the face of the attacker, and five iron thorns four or five inches long stabbed him in the left chest, and he immediately fell to the ground with a scream.

This call alarmed the third devil, and he rushed over with his gun in hand.

The old bell quickly pulled out his harpoon and rushed towards the devil, who pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed the old clock's sideburns. Before the devil could get a bullet, the sharp harpoon immediately pierced the devil's throat. (To be continued.) )