"Since the Japanese came, we ordinary people have been hiding in Tibet every day. If you can't eat or wear, look at us, we live like no one and no ghost, and they will shoot and shoot if they want to farm......"

After some explanations, the people finally let down their guard and learned that the reconnaissance team was going to Heshun Town, and the old man took the initiative to lead the way.

Along the way, the old man kept telling what happened to them, for too long... It's been too long since I've seen my own army.

After the Japanese occupied the West Bank, they burned, killed, looted, raped women, and did everything they could, and the people on the West Bank could not live at all.

Look at the Nantianmen, the Japanese army has almost hollowed out the entire mountain, but this "credit" is based on the flesh and blood of the people on the west bank.

The Japanese army captured thousands of ordinary people from various towns and villages to help them build this fortress, but you can imagine how the mad little devils will treat them?

Hundreds of Chinese people died of exhaustion in the choking rat hole, and few could come back alive.

Without these ordinary people doing hard labor, how could they have completed such a large amount of work in just a few months.

The tortured people fled into the mountains and lived like savages. But an invisible chain was tied around their necks, while the other end connected their fields.

Eating wild fruits and tree roots from the mountains may make ends meet, but it is not a long-term solution.

When it's time to sow seeds, it's time to plant, otherwise there will be no food. They tossed and turned in the huts on the hills, crumpling their moldy clothes to shreds.

In the end, I decided to go down the mountain to sow seeds, but in the field... Several corpses were left behind that were shot by the Japanese when they were bored.

Whether they were digging or irrigating, whenever they appeared in the fields below the mountain, the Japanese soldiers passing by would shoot them. If you are lucky, you can only lie on the cold ground, and you will never see the growth of spring buds.

Sometimes the Japanese would even wound one of the villagers without killing him, waiting for his companions to come to the rescue, killing two birds with one stone.

The people have become numb, they can't see any hope, so they can only hide in Tibet with the little devils.

Even they go out day and night, rushing to the fields at night to plant crops in a limited time, but they must always be vigilant for bullets from behind.

In the end, the little devils seem to have reached some kind of invisible agreement with the local people, they can go to farming, but they will be used as targets for gun training.

In the eyes of the Japanese army, they were like a kind of beast that still retained its cultivation instinct, and became the prey for them to shoot and kill.

Hearing this, Liao Mingyu and others were shocked, just separated by a river, but the lives of the people on both sides of the strait are like the difference between hell and heaven.

"Okay, I'll send you here, and if you go further, you will arrive at Heshun, and there are no Japanese devils on this road." The old man pointed ahead and said to Liao Mingyu.

"Old man, is Heshun Town like you said?" Meng was annoyed and hurriedly asked, he was very worried that his parents would end up like this, and even... He didn't dare to think about anything more serious.

"Heshun Town? They were edicted, and their lives were very good! ”

The old man spat disdainfully, and continued indignantly: "Lao Tzu, Lotus Town is not Zhao'an, even if you shoot with a gun, you will not be Zhao'an if you let the dog bite, and I will die in my own field, that's all... That's our land! ”

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't cry anymore, his face was full of pain and unwilling tears, Dong Dao couldn't bear to step forward and support him.

This ragged villager with a ragged face showed his determination in his purest words, even if he died, he would never be a servant of the little devil.

What a simple Chinese people, they may not be a real character, but they live better than anyone else. If a country dies, it can be restored, but if the blood of the nation dies, it will not be able to turn over!

Liao Mingyu was deeply shocked, everyone in the reconnaissance team was uncomfortable at this moment, as a soldier, he could not keep the enemy out of the country and let his compatriots suffer the persecution of the invaders, what a shame.

Compared with those clean and decent upper-class people, the rural villager in front of him understands better what it means to be a national blood.

And some social elites who shouted the slogan of resisting the Japanese invaders loudly chose to be traitors without hesitation in the traces of life and death!

It's really a righteous slaughter of dogs, and the negative heart is mostly a reader! Amusing... Lamentable......

Liao Mingyu only felt heavy in his heart, and he bowed deeply to the old man: "I'm sorry old man." ”

In the past, he also thought that the Sichuan army was not prepared, and had been waiting for the opportunity to avoid excessive casualties among the troops.

But now it seems that the counterattack on Nantianmen is really imminent, and he cannot tolerate these people being brutalized by the Japanese again.

"No, sir!"

The old man hurriedly helped Liao Mingyu up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiled kindly, and expressed his understanding: "Actually, I understand, I understand." ”

"Excuse me, let the brothers give them a little bit of the food in their backpacks." Liao Mingyu commanded with red eyes.

"Yes!"

The warriors evened out their cans and biscuits, leaving only the basic ration for each of them, and giving the rest to the people. It's not a lot, but saving a little bit will allow them to eat for two days.

"Old man, hold on a little longer, and we'll be almost across the river." Liao Mingyu personally handed over two canned beef to the old man.

"Good! Good! The old man had tears in his eyes, and he didn't know what words to use to express his excitement except nodding his head.

……

Everyone finally arrived at Heshun Town, and as the old man said, this side was indeed Zhao'an. The reconnaissance team entered Heshun Town in groups of three and three, alternately covering from multiple positions.

There were no pedestrians on the streets, and there were no Japanese patrols, and on the walls on either side were written a few large traditional characters: Jointly build the Greater East Asia Circle of Common Glory.

It was almost 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was supposed that the people should have come out at this time, but the whole town was empty and unpopular.

"What about the people of this town? All of them are being whined by little devils? The dragon mounted his machine gun on the low wall and looked at the deserted street, puzzled.

"I'm scared of being cleaned up, don't think that the world will be peaceful if you are Zhao'an." Meng complained in annoyance, he raised his gun and looked around vigilantly, moving his steps and continuing to move forward.

The group quickly crossed the main road and turned to an alley entrance, they kept a distance from the front and back, and quickly searched and advanced with the help of the cover of the corner.

It happened that a villager wearing a hat came to him, and everyone continued to run forward regardless of him.

The villager turned his head and looked at them silently, his wide hat covering half of his face, and he couldn't see exactly what he looked like.

When Meng was annoyed and passed by him, he seemed to feel a hint of familiarity, which made him involuntarily stop.

The people in front of him noticed that he was suddenly not leaving, and they all stopped and looked at him in confusion.

The villager took off his hat and looked at Meng's annoyed back without blinking, and the latter slowly turned to look at him.

This is a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his thin face, and two gray mustaches on his lips.

"I'm annoyed that your father has a big tail, can you go?" The dragon closest to him scolded impatiently.

"Son, why don't you say hello?"

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