The fourth section Guo Laohan

This year's crops in Shangyu Village are growing very well, and there has been no disaster, the ears of corn and sorghum are full, and the ears of millet on the slope are also large and heavy.

A few days ago, the cadres from the town held a meeting with the big guy to convey the instructions of the sub-district on the protection of autumn grain, Shangyu Village is one of the few demonstration villages for land reform in the entire six sub-districts, and in order to ensure that the harvest of autumn grain is completed as soon as possible, the district party committee specially sent a working group to the village to guide the first grain harvest period after the land reform.

In the morning, a celebration party was held in the village, and seven children from the village were sent off to join the Eighth Route Army. In the afternoon, I received a notice from the town office, saying that there were devils who were currently active in this area, so that the village would be more vigilant, and the basic militia would do more work day and night.

The rumor that Nanshili Puzi Village was attacked by devils at night, and almost the whole village was slaughtered, also spread to the village.

The director of the village committee and the security guards went door to door to remind them not to sleep too honestly at night, and that it was best to hide all the food stored in it, and that one person from each household should go to the village committee to form a patrol team and set up a few more secret posts around the village.

Shangyu Village is backed by Xianrentai, and the whole village is distributed on a platform halfway up the hillside, and the farmland is on the river beach and the slope under the slope, and a stone road winds from the foot of the mountain to the entrance of the village.

There are mountains to the north, cliffs to the east and west, and a road to the south, and as soon as the fence gate is closed at the entrance of the village, the village is like a cottage. If it weren't for the militia group set up by the landlord surnamed Chen back then, why would it be a top-door show with the Eighth Road, but this cottage would have been cheapened.

The villagers helped the Eighth Road to deal with the landlords' militia with bad deeds, and the village set up a peasant cooperative and a village committee, and divided the fields, and the devils couldn't come here to sweep away, and the villagers had their own land, and they were full of energy to live a good life!

This said that there might be devils nearby, and I was a little panicked, but seeing that the crops in the field were about to be harvested, the old and young masters had to desperately protect their own food, so they all rushed to the night vigil and sentry.

At night, the village chief took people to check the sentry, and the southeast and west sides were well guarded, but Guo Laohan in the north of the village was a little unpleasant, with a small wine gourd in his arms, and when he was squinting and bored, let the village chief catch it!

The old man is very good, honest, proficient in all crops, but there is a problem, nothing to love to take two sips, the amount of alcohol is not good, drink a little on the head, and sleep on the top of the stuffy.

There is no good wine, or his wife used dried potatoes to brew the soil burning, at night it was his turn to keep vigil, before going out to pour more than half a pot with a wine gourd, the mind is biting in the mountain wind, drink some wine to warm up and not hurt the body, but a little back, just take a sip, was caught by the village chief.

After a general training, the wine gourd was also confiscated, and the village chief warned him again when he was leaving, and when he found that he was drinking at vigil, he punished him to go to the mountains to beat stones after the autumn!

Lao Han smiled and agreed, and after watching the village chief's back turn over the old locust tree at the head of the village, he took out a small gourd from his waist! This old man still has a hand hidden! I also took out a handful of peeled peanuts from my arms, took a sip of wine, peeled a peanut, and leaned on the bluestone slab to leeward ward, quite moist!

After a while, the small wine pot was drunk dry, and the old man's snoring also sounded, and he held the red tassel gun, and he was confused in the grass nest under the bluestone!

There are three stone walls on the north slope, which are to block the weathered and collapsed stones on the mountain, and each stone wall has a person high, and some beans and sweet potatoes are planted in the open space between the walls.

When I got to the edge of the village, I dug a drainage ditch in the early years to divert the rainwater from the mountains to the ditch on the west side. The perennial rain washes the drainage ditch deeper and deeper, and now there is a bridge that is more than 3 meters deep and 2 meters wide, and a wooden row is erected on the ditch to count as a bridge across the ditch.

Lao Han was guarding under the bluestone slab by the bridge, his snoring was so confused, he didn't hear any movement at the root of the outermost stone wall! In the hazy night, in the faint mist, black shadows squatted under the stone wall one by one, like a group of devils who came out to forage for food in the dark.

Shangyu Village did not come out to pick up the internal response of the Qingshui Special Team, and this village used the original words of the intelligence to say that it was "seriously red". Qing Shui chose to attack here, in fact, it had nothing to do with the plainclothes man named Chen Liang, Chen Liang wanted to avenge his personal revenge, and Qing Shui thought that this place was very close to the military camp town, less than ten miles away from the river beach road, and the gunshots could also be heard, and the eight roads in the town would definitely come to the rescue.

Another reason is that the villages that Qing Shui chose to attack were all "model villages" that the local people were determined to follow the Eighth Road, and the model villages set up by killing and burning all the Eighth Roads could play a role in cracking down on the anti-Japanese mentality of these ordinary people.

Based on these two purposes, Qing Shui agreed to let Chen Liang lead the way, from the trail that only hunters were familiar with in the north of the Immortal North, over the mountain beam, and approached the target at Xiangshang, the most impossible side to attack.

The special forces quietly waded through the bean and sweet potato fields, and formed an offensive formation along the zigzag stone wall. Shimizu Dazuo's attack Jihua was to clear the sentry post in the north of the village, and Chen Liang led Lieutenant Mashiko's team to quickly insert it from the east to the south of the walled gate, control the walled gate and shoot a red signal flare, and the team immediately entered the village!

The three special forces members and plainclothes Chen Liang quietly climbed over a stone wall in Zuihou from three directions and approached the wooden platoon. The mountain wind that rose from the third watch day raised a large cloud of mist from the mountain stream, rolling against the ground on the side of the mountain and rolling away from north to south.

These devils and plainclothes didn't see the old man snoring under the stone slab, and in the howling mountain wind, the old man's snoring sound sounded similar to the movement of the wind blowing through the stones.

Seeing that he was about to reach the side of the wooden chop, Chen Liang, this kid, almost had a dog eat with garlic under his feet, and he didn't know what he tripped over. As soon as he muttered in his mouth to get up, when he looked up, a face under the bluestone slab was revealed, startling him, "Mom" fell back and sat on the ground!

"Who! What the hell! The barrel of the red tassel gun that Lao Han was holding in his arms was horizontal on the ground, tripped Chen Liang and stumbled, and he himself was awakened.

Chen Liang heard someone ask, and understood that what he saw was a person and not a ghost, so he hurriedly lay down and aimed the muzzle of the gun under the bluestone slab. Just as a cloud of mist dissipated, the sky was clearer, the moonlight was sprinkled, the old man didn't have a flower, looked at the person lying on the ground, looked carefully, and said, "Isn't this someone's pigtail!" ”

Braids are Chen Liang's nickname, his father is his son, afraid that he won't be able to support him, so he has been raised as a girl since he was a child, keeping pigtails and wearing floral clothes, and the village also calls him pigtails. Lao Han has been a long-term worker for the landlord Chen's family for more than ten years, and Chen Liang still called Lao Han "uncle" when he was a child.

Chen Liang also saw clearly by the moonlight that it was the old man who carried the long-term work of his family, and his mind suddenly flashed to the fact that when he was a child, he was pestering this old long-term worker who didn't like to talk all day long.

After this hesitation, the other three special team members had already rushed towards the bluestone slab, and Chen Liang shouted loudly: "Slow! It's late, and several figures scuffle together, and I can't tell who is who!

One devil grabbed the pole of the red tassel gun and pulled it out, and the hunting knife and dagger in the hands of the other two devils stabbed into the stone nest! Lao Han is in a hurry to use the half of the gun in his hand to make a mess, and his life is really big! The stone nest is originally small, and it just allows a person to lean on it, and it can't reach it without a cat's waist, and the gun is so sharp that the hunting knife and dagger can't reach Lao Han.

The devil who dragged the gun did not hide the red tassel gun when he was so strong that he couldn't dodge the red tassel gun, and the old man was working hard in the village, and he had a lot of strength in his hands, and he didn't have a break when he picked up one or two hundred pounds of stone slabs and walked the mountain road. What's more, when this is fatal, the strength in his hands is also desperate!

But how to block it, Lao Han's calf was still cut by a hunting knife, and as soon as his leg hurt, the strength in his hand was loosened, and the gun slid out of his hand little by little. Seeing that he was about to be dragged out of the stone nest with a gun, the old man let go suddenly, and the devil who pulled the gun "knocked" and fell into a backshell!

Seeing Lao Han raise his hand and throw out a black and round thing, Chen Liang was shocked and shouted: "Get down!" Hand grenade! Hearing the sound, the three devils quickly lay down on the spot, rolled to the side, and held their heads to avoid the grenade explosion!

But after waiting for a while, he didn't hear any movement, Chen Liang raised his head and looked at the round thing on the ground not far away, and wondered, why didn't it make a sound? Stink bombs? Timidly crawled over to take a look, and his nose was almost crooked! What a grenade! It's a wine gourd! Look for the old man again, there is no shadow!