Sanbao is also the age of blood and strength, and he agrees with Xia Yuan's words very much, he now admires Xia Yuan very much, he dealt with seven Japanese devils alone, and killed all the Japanese devils, he didn't have anything, and if it was him, he could only be beaten by Japanese devils and run around.

Moreover, the Japanese devils have done so many bad things in China, and they also choose to forgive the words of the little Japanese devils, which makes those soldiers and civilians who were insulted or killed by the little devils think.

Sambo will not forgive the Japanese devils who invaded, nor will they let go of the Japanese devils who invaded.

Therefore, he very much agrees with Xia Yuan's suggestion, the most important point is that the little devil's clothes can have so many functions, and he doesn't want to give up like this.

The old village chief thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

The three of them took off the little devil's clothes again, and found a corner of the naked little devil's corpse and threw it in.

The seized booty was placed in the small cart that had been thrown outside the village before, and the loot was so much that the small cart could not put the straw, out of helplessness, they could only throw away all the straw on the small cart, and the top was only covered with a layer, which looked like a pile of straw from a distance.

It's dark just in time for a walk.

Niujia Village was swept by the devils, hundreds of people in a village were all killed by the devils, it was the militia of Niujia Village who resisted before hearing the gunshots, after taking off the devils' clothes and putting them on the small cart, the three came to the courtyard, there were several corpses lying in the dark courtyard, and there were two bodies of young children near the door.

Sam Bao ran over to pick up the little girl's body, his dirty face was stained with undried blood, there was a striking blood mark at the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened, he touched the child's neck tremblingly, and stretched out a finger to put it under the little girl's nose, and put down his trembling hand.

Xia Yuan helped up another little boy, the little boy's body was already cold and stiff, there were five bullet holes hit by the devil on his thin body, the blood had dried up, and his body was already stiff, he turned his head to look at Sanbao, Sanbao slowly put down the little girl's body with a slight tremor, and shook his head in a depressed mood.

Xia Yuan sighed, put down the little boy's body, and said, "Village Chief......" There was silence for a while.

With tears in his eyes, the old village chief reached out to wipe them off, and when he came to the door, the bodies of the three guerrillas were covered with bullet holes made by devils, and their gray clothes were soaked with blood and turned dark black, and he took off the towel on his head and stood in the courtyard for a long, long time.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at Xia Yuan and said, "The sea of blood is deep, and we don't share the sky!" Record this account in Niujia Village for them, and our revenge will be avenged by us! ”

The old village chief's voice was full of hatred and hoarseness, and he said: "Xia Yuan, you are right, you can't have a trace of mercy for the little devils, otherwise the villagers of Niujia Village, those people who were killed by devils, and those who were soldiers, will not rest in peace below!" ”

He slowly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, "The sea of blood is deep, and we don't share the sky!" ”

San Bao and Xia Yuan were around him, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing heavily, San Bao shouted at the top of his voice: "Folks, rest in peace, I will kill more little devils and help you take revenge!" ”

Xia Yuan followed behind Sanbao and said in a cold voice: "Today's thirteen Japanese devils are not the end, but the beginning, the account, I will settle it one by one, revenge, I will repay it one by one!" ”

The more than 300 people in Niujia Village are not the end, and the crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil are not enough to repay them even if they die a hundred times.

This hatred, this hatred, is absolutely unforgivable! Something that generations will never forget! It's a family and a country feud! The family and the country hate!

Forgetting is tantamount to betrayal!

The sky became more and more gloomy, and in the second half of the night, black clouds covered the sky, and the wind began to wreak havoc on the plain, like a lingering resentment condensed in the sky above Niujia Village.

The night's rain disrupted their plans to return home at night, so they had to wait until dawn the next day to set off.

In the early morning, the hazy fog rises and fades in the sun, and the dazzling red on the horizon indicates the arrival of a new day.

It's as if it's been reborn.

The world after the rain has a fragrance of earth, the broken Niujia Village ushered in the first ray of sunshine in the morning, that wisp of red is so dazzling, Xia Yuan stood at the gate of the broken door, smelled the fragrance of the soil, and said: "The morning sun represents hope, no matter how difficult the War of Resistance against Japan is, but as long as you can see the sun rising every day, then hope is still there." ”

The old village chief quietly looked at the sun in the distance, savoring Xia Yuan's words.

It has a deep meaning.

Because the strength of the three people is too small, the more than 300 corpses in Niujia Village were cleaned up for a long time last night, and only dozens of bodies were cleaned up, so when they were having breakfast, the old village chief called the two of them and said: "The people of Niujia Village can't sleep on the road like this, Xia Yuan, you bring the content of this meeting back to Gaojia Village, and I and Sanbao stay here to clean up, and by the way, call some people to bury the people of Niujia Village." ”

The old village chief said, carefully taking out the package from his bosom and talking about a strict and solid battle.

Xia Yuan refused: "Village chief, I'll stay with Sanbao, you are familiar with the road, I am not familiar with Sanbao, if we enter the range of devils, we don't know, something will happen." ”

In the TV series, when I went to a meeting this time, something happened to the old village chief, and when I returned to the village, I didn't explain what happened, but it was most likely related to the matter of Niujia Village, and it was very likely that it happened in Niujia Village.

The plot in the movie, Xia Yuan, will never let it appear in reality, so he must let the old village chief go back first.

Sanbao also said: "Village Chief, what Xia Yuan said is right, you are most familiar with this road, it is not appropriate for either of us to go, let Xia Yuan go, if you take the wrong road and meet a little devil, something will happen,"

The old village chief fell into deep thought, and seemed to be thinking, but it was that Xia Yuan and Sanbao were not very familiar with this place, and if they really let the two of them go, it was very likely that they would go the wrong way, if they just went the wrong way, it was fine, but they were afraid that they would go the wrong way and go to the devil's stronghold, then it would not be as simple as taking the wrong road.

After thinking about it, the old village chief also felt that what the two said was reasonable, so he said: "You two are waiting in Niujia Village, on the way back, I will go to it to find help from the guerrillas of other villages. ”

He looked at Sanbao again and said, "Sanbao, you are an old comrade, Xia Yuan is a new comrade, and you have to take care of Xia Yuan in all aspects." ”

Sanbao sat on the ground with a gun in his arms and said, "Village chief, Xia Yuan is a new comrade, he killed eleven little devils by himself last night, and I only killed one, and he took care of me about the same." ”

The old village chief opened his mouth and said, "You take care of him in life, and he takes care of you in terms of fighting little devils." ”

Sanbao sighed, watching the old village chief push the car away, Xia Yuan said with some unease: "Will it be too dangerous for the village chief to go back alone, if you meet a devil, it will be difficult to walk away alone." ”

Sanbao said: "Xia Yuan, don't worry, the old village chief has been walking this road for several years, he knows very well where the devil has a turret, and there are so many materials in the car, the old village chief is sure of it alone." ”

Xia Yuan nodded contemplatively, "As long as you are sure, we also have to work harder, as soon as it is hot at noon, the corpse will stink." ”

Sanbao was inwardly frightened and scolded: "Devils are simply beasts, no, they are not even as good as beasts!" ”

Last night they carried dozens of corpses, the death was extremely tragic, some of the bodies had their limbs cut off, some had their heads cut off, some of their bodies were pierced by bullets, covered with bloody holes, some were disemboweled, their internal organs were hollowed out, and they even saw a roasted corpse, some parts of which had been lost, and no one knew where they went.

In short, the crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil, killing them a hundred times, a thousand times, are not enough.

The village was burned down by the Japanese devils, and most of the houses were left with an empty shelf, and the things that could be used in the houses, poultry and livestock were looted and looted by the devils, the furniture was burned, and some walls were even torn down by the devils, leaving only a long broken wall.

After the rain, the road surface of the village was a little more muddy, and blood stains could still be seen in the mixed mud, and the corpses of the villagers of Niujia Village fell into the muddy soil, and the two struggled to carry the soil, from the beginning of chatting with the corpses, to gradually falling silent.

Holding a five or six-year-old child, Sambo's movements were a little numb and even mechanical, and he looked at the pale and bloodless child in his arms, and his heart was sad.

Gently placed on the ground, lying with the villagers of Niujia Village, he stood up and watched silently.

Xia Yuan sat on a clean ground not far away, his face was complicated, he was not hard-hearted, his heart was also made of meat, and it would hurt, seeing the tragic situation left by the devil's three-light policy, he deeply felt the darkness of this world, the cruelty of the devil.

Babies, children, unarmed, they swung their bayonets at them.

The devils stabbed the old men who were over half a hundred years old and could not even move, and even the women were defiled and killed by the Japanese devils, and they were so beasts that even the sixty-year-old man never let go.

Xia Yuan looked up at the bright sky, the sunlight in the sky was so dazzling.

The soil on the ground is being baked, and the traces left by the torrential rain will eventually be dried by the sun and disappear, and the grooves left by the mud mixed with the rain and soil are like indelible scars.

"Sit and rest."

Xia Yuan held the gun, his eyes were a little complicated, and he fought a lot of battles large and small, this kind of cruel picture is really the first time I have seen it, I hope that I will not experience a situation that I can't change in the future, who can understand that feeling of powerlessness.

The more you know what is going to happen, the more you are powerless to change, and the more profound the sense of powerlessness becomes.

He can change the fate of some small people, but he can't change the final direction of the war, which is not something that he can shake by his own strength.

It's like the village perished in the sweep of the Japanese devils.

There were countless such villages during the Anti-Japanese War, and even many, many of them were not accurately recorded, and no one knew about their deaths, even if they were passed on by word of mouth, they would gradually disappear in the long river of history.

Xia Yuan sat on the ground, looking at the corpses in the distance, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather liked to tell him about the past, especially how difficult his life was before, but there was a positive energy in the difficulties, and he always didn't like to listen to it at that time, so he was beaten a lot.

Grandpa always taught him a lesson, told him to step on a horse, and said in his ear: "Your living conditions are good now, but how did such good living conditions come about, do you know?" Someone has suffered for you that you can't imagine! If you let you take a step, you will cry and call your mother, if you are asked to fight with the little devil with a knife, do you want to turn around and run! The blood of the Chinese cannot be worn away in your generation! ”

That's what it used to be.

The two rested for a while, and continued to carry the corpse, there were too many corpses, they could only carry the corpse over, tidy it up a little, and the burial work still had to wait for their own people to come before proceeding, the strength of the two people was limited, more than 300 corpses, just digging more than 300 pits, this is a lot of work.

Near noon, the two of them moved more than 300 corpses in Niujia Village, and the corpses were moved to a vacant lot behind the village, there are several lonely graves here, just enough to be buried with these lonely graves, lunch is a canned food seized from the little Japanese devil, the taste is average, very salty, but very nutritious, there is more meat in the can, the two who are used to eating coarse tea and light rice are still eating with relish, and the two of them still have dry food, with dry food to eat, the taste is still good.

After eating the meat in the can, Xia Yuan crumpled the dry food cake and threw it into the can, stirred and stirred it with a branch, and it became a bowl of batter, the color did not look very good, but the taste was still good.

Seeing Xia Yuan's way of eating, Sanbao also learned from him to crumple the dry food cake and throw it in the can, and tasted it, "This taste is similar to the salty taste I drink, but it's just a little weird." ”

Xia Yuan pursed his lips with a smile on his face, when he was in North Korea, he ate the most on weekdays with such salty paste, especially during the time of Changjin Lake, he made a lot of canned food and distributed it to the soldiers of the Seventh Interspersed Company.

And when he was in Shangganling, he suffered a lot, there was nothing to eat in Shangganling, and the food was basically distributed to the wounded, and the wounded did not eat, and insisted on giving it to the soldiers who could fight.

The fierce battle did not crush the warriors, but instead allowed them to march forward and become heroes.