The trees in the mountains and forests grew very densely, and after a while, Xiao Yao's clothes were covered with dew, and he couldn't find his way back to the cave, mainly because the scene on the mountain had completely changed now. However, Chen Juan was like a pair of cat's eyes, and she kept taking them in front.

After walking for half an hour, they returned to the cave, Xiao Yao remembered that he hadn't walked for so long when he came out of the cave, it was obvious that Chen Juan had taken a detour, maybe she did it on purpose. Several female soldiers were very nervous when they saw a strange man coming, and Chen Juan shouted: "Don't be afraid, your own people." When everyone saw it, they were all very happy, and they just hugged it.

After chatting for a few words, Wang Guochang, that is, Lian Commander Wang, said: "It's not early, let's rest." "Everyone lay down around the firewood that had been burning in the cave, the cave was warm in winter and cool in summer, although it was very cold outside, but it was not cold at all, but it was a little warm.

I don't know when, Xiao Yao vaguely felt that he opened his eyes and got up, and at this time, Xiao Yao found that he was not in the hole. The only thing that was certain was that he knew he was dreaming.

He "saw" that he was in a rice field in front of a row of blue brick houses in a village, many people were gathered together, and on the rice field hung an old man and a woman, obviously, dead, and the officer of the New Fourth Army standing next to him was Wang Guochang.

Wang Guochang had a stick in his hand, he poked the old man in a long shirt with the stick, and said: "You old thing, I will give you dozens of strokes, hurry up and hand over the ill-gotten wealth you exploited the people in the village, otherwise I will hang you on behalf of the villagers!" The old man who was hanging was so hurt that he only snorted.

The old lady said, "Sir, he is sick and can't hang himself...... Hanging like this will kill you. Wang Guochang smiled: "If you are sick, you are idle, right?" You can't be polite to such old people as you! To be kind to you is to be a revolutionary crime! It's unfair to the people, folks, don't you say? ”

None of the onlookers said a word. A man whispered, "Pure chewing, other people's land is earned by their own hard work." Wang Guochang glared at him and scolded: "Aren't you poor enough?!" The old man begged, "Sir, let me down, for my son, like you, is also a soldier and fights the Japanese." ”

One of the soldiers next to him said, "Can that be the same?" We, the Communist Party, are the ranks of the poor! Your son is the Kuomintang, scrape the Kuomintang! Xiao Yao counted it, plus Wang Guochang, a total of four soldiers.

Wang Guochang's expression was ugly, and he roared: "Since he is stubborn to the end, then we will execute these two local tyrants and inferior gentry on behalf of the people!" Well, just hang yourself, so as not to waste our bullets to fight the Japanese devils! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier kicked the stool at the feet of the two old men, and the old man and the old lady vacated and began to struggle desperately, and after a while, they stopped moving.

At this time, Wang Guochang's originally white face was particularly hideous and terrifying, and the mole on the right side of his chin looked very scary. Suddenly, Wang Guochang and the old man who was hanged by them disappeared from Xiao Yao's dream. At the entrance of the village, a group of Japanese soldiers came in, dressed in yellow and black boots, about 30 people, all of them were cat-waisted, cat-waisted, obviously trying to quietly enter the village. Xiao Yao tried to see clearly, but these Japanese soldiers suddenly disappeared.

At this time, Xiao Yao wanted to shout, to tell the villagers that danger was approaching, but he opened his mouth and couldn't spit out anything except air. At this time, a man with a small Danren beard came out of the bushes viciously, Xiao Yao's heart trembled, this guy and Yamamoto basically poured out of the same mold, it can be said that it is a copy of him, but if you look closely, there seems to be no wrinkles on his forehead.