Early in the morning, the front of Wenfeng Tower in Ganyu County was crowded with people, and the people of the surrounding villages came to this village with Song Jiliu and the hoe team as protectors, and they tried their best to protect the village to inquire about the news of the little devil's attack. Everyone thought to themselves, "Climb to the roof with a lot of water, and it will be a while!" ”

Several more groups of fleeing families poured into the city, and judging by their luggage, most of them were relatively wealthy families. They huddled on both sides of the street, resting their feet, gobbling up the raw water they had begged for, and answering people's inquiries in tired voices.

"There's really no way to live this kind of life!" An elderly woman in her 70s among the refugees complained to the people, "What is this called? Running around in fear all day long, life is better than death. If it weren't for these poor little guys dragging their legs, I would have jumped off the Yellow River a long time ago! The old woman could not help crying, and miserable tears fell on a little boy lying at her feet.

The little boy may be the grandson of the old woman, and his eyes began to turn red when he heard this cry......

The old woman's words aroused the sympathy and feelings of the villagers. A young woman was very angry and said, "If you say a thousand things and ten thousand, we ordinary people will suffer." Over the years, I have paid grain and taxes, and raised so many soldiers and horses, all of which are rice buckets that eat dry rice for nothing. When the little devil came, he ran faster than the rabbit, and the common people stared at each other and called the villain scourge. ”

"Don't talk about these annoying things, you're going to be angry if you talk about them!" Thunderous voices rang out from the crowd.

People's eyes were immediately drawn to the voice.

It was a young man of twenty-two or thirteen years old who spoke, with a strong physique, a broad chest, thick eyebrows, and a heroic spirit in his big eyes. He stood there with his legs crossed, like the righteous Monkey King, his two clenched fists half-hanging, posing in a pre-war posture.

The young man didn't care about the surprised eyes of the people, and continued in a loud voice: "Those Kuomintang officials are usually very capable of dealing with the common people, and when they hear the sound of cannons, they smear oil on the soles of their feet—they run away, and even rabbits can't catch up with them. Our people are feeding them for nothing, it's really better to feed a dog, and the dog can still look at the door while not biting the owner! ”

"Leng Chong, don't talk so nonsense." A middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly pulled him on the shoulder.

The young man was angry, glared at the middle-aged man, and shook his pulled shoulder disapprerovingly and said, "Great, we have nothing to fear!" "These bastard dog officials are afraid of little devils, and they don't want the common people to talk about it."

"The tall nephew is right! It's all the truth! Another loud voice rang out from the crowd. As soon as everyone heard this familiar tone, they knew that this was Song Desen.

Song Desen is Song Jiliu's greatest, upright, helpful, and easy to fight grievances, and the former secret leader of the Qinggang in Ganyu area. He is in his fifties, bold and knowledgeable, and everyone likes to consult him about things. In the more than a dozen townships around mussels, the prestige is particularly high.

"Besides, the Kuomintang led the troops, in addition to individual upright soldiers such as Commander Wan Yi, how many more honest and honest soldiers? They took advantage of the opportunity of building new barracks to engage in real estate business on a large scale, and privately divided the money from the sale of old barracks or put it directly into their own pockets. ”

"Yes, that's what happened." The young man said.

Desen said: "They regard the army as a cash cow, how can they still have the heart to engage in real military training, and they don't have the courage to fight hard with the little devils." In a word: the embankment of the Republic of China has almost been emptied by ants, and it is too late to make amends! ”

As soon as Lao Song's words fell, a hoarse voice suddenly came: "Desen, you can't make a mistake, this is the beautiful talk of Confucius's virtuous disciple Zigong!" ”

The big guy was stunned, followed the voice, and took a closer look at the big landlord and township chief Wu Mingxi.

Wu Mingxian was dressed in a brand-new tunic suit, with his hands behind his back, stretching up his's neck, slanting at the dog's eyes, and his face showed an uncomfortable look.

"When the national crisis is at hand, only the county magistrate of the Kuomintang Zhu Aizhou here really fights the little devils, but how many of you old ladies who have read the books of sages and sages really help him fight against Japan? Don't wear a coat and a dog - talk about people, don't do things! Villager Li Twenty said indignantly.

In the face of this attack without nose and eyes, Wu Mingxian was scolded so much that he really wanted to be angry, but the angry people were suppressed. I had to stand there awkwardly, like a defeated rooster trying to slip away. Suddenly, a horse bark came from behind, startling him who wanted to slip away. A convoy of horses came from one side of the street.

At the head of the team was a young officer in his thirties, with a sturdy figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a dignified demeanor. The person who walked behind this person was about the same age as him, and his face and body shape were not much different, and he acted freely and with a certain demeanor.

Song Desen pushed everyone away, stepped forward, and greeted him cordially: "County Magistrate Zhu, Director Liu, you are here." Xiao Jiliu, what about them? ”

Zhu Aizhou commanded the team to rest. Liu Jiping hurriedly greeted him, held Song Desen's hand, and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Song, you are good!" He quickly glanced at everyone and said, "The little devil is not far from here, Captain Song is leading people to stop them step by step, why don't you retreat quickly?" ”

"The big guy is scratching his nerve about this." Song Desen said. He took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Director Liu, everyone is at a loss." Are you taking advantage of this opportunity to make a good move? ”

"It's Brother Song, you're here too." Uncle Gao greeted with a smile.

"I've just arrived." Song Desen replied with a smile as he squeezed over, "As soon as I arrived, I heard my nephew scolding people here." He looked at Da Peng and smiled, and Da Peng glared at the other party aggrievedly. Then, he clenched his fist very tightly and clenched it hard.

"These dogs should be scolded! Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while. Don't point the muzzle at the little devil, only at the aggressor with the butt, can this make the people not scold their mothers?! ”

"Yes, yes......" people kept nodding their heads

For many days, it was the case, and every time the sound of shells was heard, the inhabitants of the coastal areas fled everywhere. Like a flock of frightened birds, they run from outside the gate to inside the gate, often dodging the Oriental knife of the little devil, but they encounter the machete of the soldiers. It's not that the people don't know that there is no dry place in the house when it rains heavily. But what can be done? Climb to the top of the muddy house in the big water - wait for death.

Song Desen glanced at everyone, and then said: "I still know a little bit about the affairs of officialdom. Let's take our former county magistrate to severely punish Ji Kuan, he usually treats the people viciously, not only oppresses the people, but also loves money like life. He only knows to sleep on the arms of his little wife and little lover, and never does practical things for the people, even if he does, he only copes with the showmanship above, and only works the image project. ”

"Who says it isn't!" A young man said.

Song Desen glanced at everyone again and said: "This person has never really done a good thing for the people, but he has done a little so-called good deed, and he has also made a big profit from it and got a big kickback." A few years ago, none of Ganyu's projects were done by his Yan Jikuan's family, and his family was asked to help him embezzle. In fact, he Yan Jikuan is not too smart person, but he just asked his family to do a job that was only worth one dollar, and then asked the government to give him ten yuan......

"Mom, I said why his younger brothers and wife came to Ganyu, it turned out to help him loot people's wealth!" Someone in the crowd interrupted Song Desen's words.

"In this way, if Shangfeng comes to do his business, it will not be considered as corruption, and at the same time, he can escape punishment!"

"Ah, the means are really high! ……”