After a brief moment of shock and fear, Ah Yi didn't shake his mind for a long time.

In his stunned effort, Mourning Star used a machete to chop a bunch of branches and green leaves as a disguise, and a group of people were sticking branches into their bodies. Chen Yu was also interjecting, and by the way, he asked the guerrilla about the current situation on the West Bank.

The man said, "Since you came, the Japanese have taken more than 100 men, women, and children, and tied them to trees and stabbed them to death. We have too few people to save them, so we can only watch the Japanese kill the common people, when will you counterattack. ”

Chen Yu bowed his head silently after hearing this, and replied after a while.

"Come on, I didn't see that we all changed to American guns."

"It's good, it's time to counterattack."

The man continued: "Now there are not many living people in Tongyi Town, the Japanese have captured thousands of people to repair the South Heavenly Gate, and after you came, you arrested a group of people to kill Liwei. We also went to Nantianmen to take a sneak peek, trying to get some information for you, but the two of us went in and never came out. ”

"Don't go any further."

"No, we want to help." The man refused.

Chen Yu said in a deep voice: "If you go again, you will be sent to death, Nantianmen was lost in my hands, and I should go and get it back." It was I who didn't guard the Nantianmen at the beginning, and I was driven back from Myanmar like chasing chickens and dogs, and I kept Chanda but not the copper cymbals. ”

"You fought on the Nantian Gate before?"

"Defeat the battle."

The man admired: "That's also very good, I watched the Western Yunnan Expeditionary Force go abroad in the bronze cymbals, and I watched you come back, and now it's going to counterattack, and we also want to make some efforts." ”

After more than ten minutes of silence, Ah Yi came back to life.

Led by the guerrillas, we walked through the dense forest, leaving behind us the sound of water and the Nantianmen. The road was left over from the last river crossing, and this time it was much faster.

A dozen people walked through a dense forest overgrown with weeds, and in the eyes of them was a clearing, and dozens of corpses were neatly placed in the clearing, which was our people. They lay quietly, weeds and vines bound to the bones, leaving tattered clothes and white bones.

Ah Yi grabbed Chen Yu's shoulders, tears rolled down his face when he saw these bones, these comrades were lying neatly and peacefully on the west bank, and no one disturbed them.

The guerrillas who walked in the front said: "We helped to put it here, thinking that you will soon come back and will not be buried, and we do not have so many people to dig the pit, and now the west bank is Japanese, and it is too dangerous to break ground." ”

"Thank you." Ah Yi tangled up two words.

"Thank you, I didn't give them a place in the ground."

At this time, the mourning star took out a pile of yellow paper from the marching bag, dug a small pit with a machete, put the yellow paper in the pit, closed his eyes and folded his hands in silence. The last time they passed by here, this time they came to mourn the star and brought a handful of yellow paper to worship our comrades.

Bu Lai looked at the mourning star who knelt on the ground and worshipped, and said: "Last time we walked from here, we said that we would kill Xiao Dongyang, and the living people would come here to bury them." Whoever survives will come here and bury them. ”

Chen Yu said in a daze: "In the Xiachuan Legion Lin Yi, if you are lucky enough to survive, you will help your comrades collect the bones and sacrifice them for burial, so as to appease the souls of the brothers in the sky!" ”

Ah Yi also said: "I hope that the heroic souls of all the brothers will protect us from recovering the land." ”

Saying goodbye to the bones of the dead, we are on our way again. Walking along the mountain forest, the guerrillas took us to an area where we could observe the anticline of the Nantianmen, and when dawn came, the morning light pierced the clouds in the sky.

More than a dozen people stayed here, Bu Lai and others went to the surroundings to be on guard, and Ah Yi took out the drawing tools in his backpack, Chen Yu used a telescope to observe the fortifications on the anticline, and then picked up the map drawn by the dead dead and dead last time on the west bank to compare, find out what is not, draw what exists, and check and fill in the gaps.

"Invincible Begins with Sacrificing to the Ancestors"

Ah Yi drew extremely carefully, even drawing every machine gun nest and gun emplacement, and using the tools beside him to measure the height and position, the difference is very close. He even marked the angle of the shot on the anticline and recorded it in a notebook for review.

Bored and extremely busy, after drawing a map of observations, we moved on to the next location. In addition to the Nantianmen, we still have a lot to fight, not only the Nantianmen point, but also the street terrain of the cymbals in the rear.

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The guerrillas took us along a mountain road to the edge of the town of Cymbals, from which we could see the entire Cymbals, which had become a no-man's land.

There are several corpses lying in the farmland, the corpses are already decomposing, and a few wild dogs that have gone crazy eating human flesh are gnawing on them. Chen Yu has thought about the scene of no man's land countless times, but when he is immersed in the scene, he can't even say a word.

We lost the battle and escaped with a chance to live, and the people who remained in our hometowns could only become the playthings of the Japanese army. Our people are not human to the Japanese army, but only lowly 'livestock', because we always lose battles, and the Japanese look down on us and the people who gave birth to us.

'Bell Bell Bell ~~~'

There was a copper bell in the distance, and the copper sound was melodious and tactful.

Chen Yu asked the guerrillas: "Why is there still a bell ringing?" ”

"Qingliang Temple on the mountain." The man replied.

"I asked why there are still bells, aren't all people dead?"

"There's a ruined temple there."

Chen Yu shouted and asked: "I know it's a temple, how can someone ring the bell in the temple, aren't all the people in the cymbals dead?" ”

The partisans gave up quibbles: "I ······"

"Take me to see it."

Picking up the rifle, Chen Yu kicked Ah Yi: "I'll go to the temple to have a look, you will wait for me after you draw here." ”

"Okay, don't bother me with drawing." Ah Yi drove Chen Yu away in annoyance.

Slapping the people who are not spicy, the dragon, the bean cake, the snake butt and others, Chen Yu took them out of here. He wondered why the guerrillas refused to say anything, because it stands to reason that these people would not hide any secrets, and that they would know everything as long as it was beneficial to the war.

The town of cymbals is quiet and secluded, and the bells echo in the mountains and forests not far away.

Chen Yu forced the guerrilla to take him, and then he met a man on the road, a fat man with glasses, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, overtaking the piles of corpses in the distant farmland. The guerrillas were right, after our last departure, Takeuchi Renzan went mad and killed the few hundred old and sick people left in the town of Cymbals.

Piles of corpses piled up in the farmland and no one gathered them, the Japanese army cut off their heads and piled them into a Jingguan, Chen Yu gritted his teeth and walked past the fat monk who had passed the soul.

The fat monk suddenly said, "Don't go, don't go, seeing it will only disturb your mind." ”

"What the hell?"

"Alas~~~" The fat monk sighed faintly.

Walking along the edge of the cymbal town, the guerrilla had no choice but to take Chen Yu into the dense forest, and after walking through the forest for a few minutes, a half-burned temple appeared in front of Chen Yu's eyes.

Pick up a telescope and look at the dilapidated temple hundreds of meters away, in the open field, there are several monks doing business.

One person rings the bell, one person exceeds, and one person is making a tablet out of wood, and respectfully invites him to the table to worship. The smoke in the censer was faint, and there was a fire in front of them. A group of Japanese soldiers in an infantry group is burning their corpses, this is the Japanese soldiers we killed last time, and the monks are helping them to overtake, and for each corpse burned, they respectfully offer a tablet.

Chen Yu's hand holding the binoculars hung down, our people were in the wilderness, the corpses were devoured by wild beasts, and the eyes of wild dogs were red. And there were people who respectfully gave the Japanese army a lot of money and enshrined their tablets.

can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum.