79 Free Reading Suddenly, there was a "sudden" motor sound on the east side of the road, this is the motorcycle patrolled by the devil, the thief and the thief's bright headlights illuminate the highway as if it were day, but the two dim devils, where can you see the thousands of troops and horses hidden on both sides, ask those who have been divided by me to fight the guards, and the answer is "safe and sound",

How could these invaders have imagined that this business was not only the first train of tonight's patrol, but also the last train for their gang of fascist robbers and dog minions to maintain the stronghold of Dong Ma Zhuang.

The night sea breeze was whistling in his ears, the dark clouds were rolling all over the sky, Song Jiliu took out his pocket watch and looked at it, those two hands, usually slipped away when they walked up and snored, but at this moment they became an old buffalo, slowly panting and couldn't climb forward,

The stars appear and disappear, the dark clouds roll endlessly, and after waiting for a long time, the exciting moment has finally arrived.

Song Jiliu looked grimly in the direction of Dong Mazhuang, the fire of hatred burned in his heart, Qi Wanhong and they all stared at his face with expectant eyes, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "Let's kill him immediately,"

At night, the vast field was surprisingly quiet, only the rustle of the breeze blowing through the woods and wheat fields was heard, and the team members were furious, and hurriedly followed Song Jiliu and ran towards Dong Mazhuang.

In Dongmazhuang, Donghai County, in Yang Buren's regiment headquarters, Zhao Huchen's plainclothes special service brigade hung a mast lamp under the corridor, and several young people were tied to the pillars.

At this time, the women and children in the courtyard were crying, and the reactionary landlords, pseudo-commandos Zhao Dasan, Pang Zhenjing, Wang Huodong and others accompanied Zhao Huchen who sat in the Taishi chair with squinted eyes, saw him leisurely holding a folding fan, and his filial sons and grandsons continued to snatch the food of the masses and pile them under the eaves of the porch.

"His grandmother's, what are the ghosts howling," Zhao Huchen roared, stood up, shook the hookah in his left hand, stretched out his donkey face and said, "Mom, a bear, I really don't know what to do, let's get a good citizen certificate for you first, so that you can live and work in peace and contentment, you should read my good, you let it be clear, you can't pay the public grain, this is not the time when Lao Tzu was the Eighth Route Army, hum, this Baitabu, Dong Mazhuang generation is still the world of Japan, you poor ghosts, cry, cry, crying days are still ahead,"

"If you cry again, you will kill your head," said a dog-legged man.

Zhao Huchen tilted his head, pointed and asked in a smug strange voice: "Your **, your Eighth Route Army, your martial arts team, I don't care about you, ha, ha, haha,......"

"The martial arts team is here," Zhao Huchen laughed endlessly, and a calm and dignified answer came from the door,

Zhao Huchen and the others trembled with fright, and looked at the voice, and several sturdy young men were angry, their eyes were shining, and they walked towards him with twenty rings, and he recognized that this was Song Jiliu, who had led people to save him.

This guy looked at it again, there were a lot of angry faces of martial arts workers on all sides of the house and in the courtyard, and his dog legs with guns to arrest people were also caught and escorted in by the martial arts team, as soon as he turned around, his neck was pinched by Xiang Xiaodun's thick hand, and before he screamed, a snowy sharp knife poked into his stomach,

In addition, Zhao Dasan, Pang Zhenjing, Wang Huodong and others were no exception with sharp knives inserted into their stomachs.

Under the eaves, the light shone on Song Jiliu, his handsome face radiated a firm and fearless brilliance, he smiled at the people, the crowd hugged him, surrounded him, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him, how many hands held him, everyone was so excited that they shed tears, laughed, really, I don't know how many words to say to him......

A fire burned in the courtyard, people surrounded the raging flames, and the angry holes were red by the fire, and the people tore up the embedded certificates and threw them into the fire, and the flames burned more and more.

The No. 1 Squadron of the Fifth Armed Forces Brigade of our Binhai Naval District, after hoeing this small gang of traitors, released the people and quickly transferred.

When the leader of the devil and Yang Buren, who had gone to Haizhou for a military meeting, heard that the regimental special service brigade had been attacked and that the leader of the special service group had been seriously injured, the two immediately rushed from Haizhou to Dongmazhuang, strengthened their defense work overnight, and sent the seriously injured plainclothes spies away for rescue.

On the third day, there were thousands of people inside and outside the Mazhuang stronghold in Donghai County, wriggling in the dusty sunlight to repair fortifications for the enemy.

From the Lugou Bridge Incident to 1944, this is the fourth time to set up a stronghold here, this devil captain is the most brutal one of the devil officers who have come to the stronghold before, he is as powerful as an ox, often pulls the people to wrestle, does not smash people half to death, he will never stop, all the construction works are designed and supervised by himself,

Every day he got up early and greedily in the dark, ran all over the construction site, whipped the people, punished the Japanese puppet army, never saw this villain sit quietly for a while, always dragging a long red sheath knife to walk around, and now he walked up to the nearly ten meters high bunker with his head held high, from here you can see the vast and distant wheat field, everywhere squirming crowds, like piles of small brown ants, together in the ground cutting wheat,

Not far away, a number of tall bunkers have also stood in the middle of a group of villages, with the Japanese sun flag floating on them, look down, under the bunkers, the surrounding houses have been flattened, in the broken walls, you can also see the traces of pots and fireworks, in the open space nearby, there is also an old lady's black hat discarded, the devils and traitor officers looked around proudly, pointing and talking,

At this time, the area around Dong Ma Zhuang was changed, and a wide wall was built around the village, and four city gates were built on all sides, facing the city were four military roads that stretched into the distance, and the trees at the head of the village were cut off at waist to waist, leaving rows of bald tree stumps, and the roots of the stumps gave birth to green bushes of young branches.

At this time, the captain of the devil brigade stood on the top of the bunker, trying his best to pretend to be majestic and puffed up his chest, this guy's thick body was as strong as a bison, with a round head, a square and wide mouth, with angular, big round eyes, eyes that wanted to stare out, shooting fierce light, a small black beard on the upper lip, and sniffing his nose without moving, as if a fat wolf was always sniffing and preparing to fight with people.

The scabbard of the war knife dragged to the ground, and the wicked creature squeaked with his leather boots with deliberate straining on his feet, and the breeze fluttered his white silk shirt in the sun, and he held up his binoculars proudly, looked around for a moment, and then turned back and laughed wildly; grabbed the collar of Wang Xiaoxiao, the chairman of the maintenance committee, and frightened Wang Xiaoxiao's face, and barely pretended to smile,

The captain of the devil brigade suddenly let go of his hand, pointed to the great plain on the shore of the Yellow Sea, and shouted a harsh and strange Chinese dialect: "This place, great good, great good,"

"Yes, yes, great, ho, ho, haha," Yang Buren, the commander of the pseudo-legion, smiled deceitfully, Wang Xiaoxiao nodded his head like pecking rice, and tried his best to pretend to touch the little mustache naturally with trembling fingers.

At this moment, the sunlight shone on the glasses of the Japanese spy leader Fujimoto Ichi, reflecting the white light, he looked around expressionlessly, and said to Wang Xiao in a flat voice without looking back: "The Eighth Route Army is finished, Little China and Big Japan are one family," Wang Xiaoxiao listened silently, touched the little mustache with his hand and nodded,

At this time, there was a neat shouting and killing, Wang Xiaoxiao followed the sound and looked, on the southeast square of the watchtower, several teams of devils lined up in the drill stabbing, roaring wildly, just like a group of murderous devils, beasts that had lost their humanity, only to see a Japanese soldier ** on the side, beaten in the mouth by an officer, nose, mouth has been beaten blood,

I saw that this Japanese soldier was beaten severely, and he was still standing upright with his chest so regular, letting the blood drip down his face, Wang Xiaoxiao recognized it at a glance, it was the Japanese soldier Xiaodao who went to maintain the meeting a few days ago,

A few days ago, this poor Japanese soldier was almost shot because of the suspicion of letting go of the prisoners of the Eighth Route Army, and today I don't know why he was beaten again.

The bad things listened to the roar of the captain of the devil brigade, and hurriedly looked east, an old man on the road led a five or six-year-old child, trembling, and did not dare to raise his head, only to see the child in thin clothes, pulling his grandfather's clothes, trotting all the way,

Fujimoto, the captain of the devil brigade, asked the Japanese soldiers at the lookout post for a 38 big cover, and raised his gun to aim at the child like an elegant gentleman, Wang Xiaoxiao's body trembled violently, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a thousand catties of stone, and he couldn't breathe anymore, and gritted his teeth hard,

Hearing only a gunshot, the child threw himself forward and fell to the ground, and the grandfather screamed, picked up the child, and ran forward desperately.

"Haha......" The captain of the devil team laughed wildly,

"Haha......" The enemy and puppet officers also laughed, (..)

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )