A hairy young man who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old wiped the tears on his face, looked at the old man with old tears on the side and asked:

"Uncle Dashan, you are the mayor of Tangchi Town, can't you do anything about these devils?"

The old man walked to Aunt Li's side tremblingly, and kept trying to close Aunt Li's eyes staring at the sky with his hands, but after several attempts, Aunt Li's eyes remained open as they were.

"Uncle Dashan......" the hairy young man shouted as he looked at the old man.

The full name of this old man named Dashan is Zhao Dashan, the patriarch of the Zhao family in Tangchi Town, and the old mayor of Tangchi Town for more than ten years.

"Yuanding, my uncle, the mayor of the town, has actually existed in name only, in addition to helping the Japanese and the puppet Manchurian government to collect rent, who do I look for when this kind of thing happens, find the Japanese, the entire Northeast is full of Japanese people;

I've heard about the devil's slaughter of the village many times, and I've always thought that since this devil wants to occupy our Chinese land, at least he won't kill them all like that, it seems that I'm too lonely and unheard;

I didn't expect that there is such a race in this world that is inferior to beasts, killing people is not too much, even if you destroy the village and slaughter the clan, don't spoil so many women and children, is this still a human thing?

I finally understand now that little Japan is not human, but we are defenseless ordinary people, and we can do nothing about these beasts but let others slaughter them. ”

Zhao Yuanding clenched his fists, the knuckles of his fists had turned blue and white because of the excessive force, his eyes widened angrily, and he said with hatred in his teeth:

"We can't just leave it at that. Aren't there so many volunteers and rebels in this northeast border, I want to call the Zhao brothers in the town to participate, and I must kill all these little devils to avenge Grandma Li and all the villagers. ”

Zhao Dashan looked at his nephew fixedly with tears in his eyes. The young man's blood has not been worn out in them, he doesn't know how to persuade Lu Dao, if he is twenty years younger, he will want to carry a knife to find the devil to take revenge.

Zhao Dashan wiped away the tears in his eyes, and his eyes, which were already red from crying, revealed an unforgettable hatred and said:

"Yuanding, let's first ask someone to bury all the villagers in the village, as for the revenge in a few days, this devil won't even let us have a calm Spring Festival." After going back, I greeted the younger students, telling everyone to calm down and not make unnecessary sacrifices. We must avenge this revenge! ”

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the whole town of Tangchi Town wore linen and filial piety to mourn the villagers, and the original joyful red couplets in the whole town have been torn off, and the white paper flowers and lanterns drown a town in a white sadness.

Thousands of years of Chinese tradition inside. Almost all of these ten villages and eight miles are related. The people of Tangchi Town married each other, and the dozens of families in Shanchenggou Village were relatives with the people in the town, and after being slaughtered by the devils, all the people in Tangchi Town broke out with a monstrous hatred for the devils.

All this, Xu Fei's intelligence officer had just learned about it, and he was hurrying towards the camp along the path;

However, the surrounding Japanese puppet army garrisons did not hear the news for a few days, and they all shrank in the barracks one by one in such a snowy day, and even the sentries standing guard hid in the sentry with a charcoal stove and dozed off. No one is going to go around looking for news;

What's more, they were instructed that no matter what was going on outside, everyone should keep their ears to what was going on outside the window. This is the biggest help for Xu Fei.

Xu Fei learned of this, the news of the massacre of Shancheng Village spread to the entire army, as compatriots in the same northeast land, the murderous spirit in the hearts of the soldiers is constantly gathering, for the upcoming battle, everyone is constantly wiping and checking their weapons, a bayonet that was already sharp by them sharpened to highlight the killing machine.

Tangchi Town buried the slaughtered villagers four days later, they all looked cold but extremely calm, in the eyes of others, the affairs of Shanchenggou Village seemed to have disappeared like this, but if you have a heart, you can see that several mountain villages near the Mida Temple have become empty in the past few days, and even the sky that has been dark has been a trace of loneliness.

……

"Han Shengjun, Head Zhu, please taste our Japanese sake, is it a little the same as your Fenjiu."

Kawasaki Brigade Headquarters Kawasaki Yoshio's residence, it is already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Kawasaki Yoshio and Liu Hansheng invited their ally Zhu Youjian to rush back from Dashiqiao to get together once, this February 19 will be tomorrow, when the entire Liaodong will be swept away by the Japanese puppet army, they feel that they should also be ready to face all kinds of things that are about to begin.

Kawasaki Yoshio said as he drained the sake in the cup in one gulp, and he smiled and learned from the Chinese to show the bottom of the cup to the two of them.

Liu Hansheng raised his glass and drank it gently, for him, this kind of sake, which can only be regarded as water, has no strength at all, but in the years when he studied in Japan, there was no old white dry and burning knife to drink, and he could only settle for this Japanese water.

Zhu Youjian raised his glass and looked at it, although he had taken refuge in the Japanese for so long, but he had never drunk sake, of course, he didn't know that this wine was a taste, I heard Kawasaki Haonan say that this wine is comparable to Fenjiu, he raised the glass and took a sip and was ready to enjoy the lingering fragrance of Fenjiu.

"Hmm...... What does it taste like? ”

Zhu Youjian didn't taste anything for a while, he took a sip again, but the light taste of the sake made an old bandit like him who was used to drinking spirits not feel it at all, he simply poured the wine in the cup into his mouth and wanted to try the taste, but he finally felt that this sake was his somewhat strange water.

Although sake is not suitable for Liu Hansheng and Zhu Youjian's appetite, the three Kawasaki good men are still happy to drink, eat with a happy smile, and after they are full of wine and food, the three of them sit around a charcoal stove and talk about the future.

Kawasaki Yoshio as the highest commander of Yingkou, he usually doesn't even pay attention to the so-called puppet mayor of Yingkou, as a port-type city, in addition to the troops, there are hundreds of police and marine police, but because of the Kawasaki Brigade and the guard regiment here, those policemen are simply decorations, except for maintaining law and order and cracking down on goodness, they have nothing to do at all.

A burst of fragrance spread from the tabletop, Kawasaki Yoshio knelt on his tatami mat and played with the so-called Japanese tea ceremony, a few cups of tea passed to Liu Hansheng and Zhu Youjian, Zhu Youjian didn't know what tea ceremony was, opened his mouth and blew the cup a few times, and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. (To be continued......)