"Boom ......"

In the dawn of dawn, at the former site of the Eighth Route Army's garrison, the jujube red horse, which had more than ten gunshot wounds, stood in front of the door, hissing and screaming, one leg trembled incessantly due to injury, and the sweat and blood stains on his body kept dripping on the dirt ground under him......

The sound of the jujube red horse was hoarse, like a sad cry, which soon attracted the surrounding crowd, and people gathered around.

The scene in front of them couldn't help but bring tears to the eyes of the people:

What a good child, what a good war horse! -- Sharing weal and woe, life and death depend on each other, what a noble friendship and what a sincere emotion! Although I can't communicate in words, you know my happiness, and I understand your sorrow; You have me, I have you, you are me, I am you; Perhaps, here, between people and horses, you and me, language seems to be redundant and pale......

People scrubbed the stains on Liu Chun's body with tears, and while hurriedly finding trauma medicine and applying it to the jujube red horse, they silently thought about Commander Yang Guofu and those commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

At this time, Zhang Lin and Yun Shangping also carried the medicine box and led the stretcher team to hurry over, so everyone quickly took the barren grass slope as the center, and split up in the surrounding barren grass and ditches, while shedding tears, while shouting the names of Commander Yang Guofu and his comrades over and over again, eagerly searching.

In the end, the bodies of hundreds of killed soldiers and dozens of wounded soldiers were searched one after another. However, there was no trace of Commander Yang Guofu, and there was no news of Commander Yang, so everyone couldn't help but become more and more nervous and worried.

Next, Zhang Lin and Yun Shangping organized everyone to bury the remains of the martyrs with tears in their eyes. After discussing with a few seriously injured soldiers, Zhang Lin and Yun Shangping arranged for the stretcher team to secretly carry them back to Wugudao Village overnight and placed them in a hidden vegetable cellar in the backyard of the Yun family.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was dark, in the Yun family's compound, Yun Shanghe, who had just recovered from a serious illness, got up and lay down for too long, so he couldn't help but be a little lightheaded, and his legs were weak. Just as Yun Shanghe opened the gate of the Yun family, they suddenly found a fresh, intermittent blood spot on the ground, extending from the village road to the front of the door, and then dotted with stars, extending towards the backyard.

Yun Shanghe couldn't help but be shocked, the eighth brother Yun Shangping has been mysterious recently, going out early and returning late to deal with the Eighth Route Army and the third child, in fact, he has long known it. Seeing that there was no one around, Yun Shanghe hurriedly trotted, went back to the house and brought shovels and brooms, shoveled all the way along the bloodstains, swept all the way, swept and shoveled, and slowly came to the field outside the village.

When they arrived outside the village, Yun Shanghe simply threw the broom and carefully searched for blood stains among the barren grass, while using a shovel to keep shoveling and burying it. searched all the way, and unconsciously left the village for some distance.

Yun Shanghe here is bending down to shovel soil. Suddenly, I saw a sneaky and thin figure not far in front of me, like a mole on a mole on a mole in the wasteland: one moment bent down, the next moment straightened up, and I saw that he was also searching for bloodstains while walking towards Yun Shanghe here.

In fact, you don't need to get close, Yun Shanghe only needs to glance at it, and he can recognize it at a glance by the figure of the hanger, weak and weak: this person is Cui Qishan, a well-known lazy second-rate son of the Cui family, this guy is idle all day long, stealing chickens and dogs, gambling addicted, I heard that if you are rich, you can take two puffs - it's really not a good fucking bird. Yun Shanghe scolded in his heart.

Early in the morning, a crow crows crows - it must be a good thing! However, I heard that this kid relied on his brother-in-law to mix up a puppet army captain with the devils in the county, and he has been making waves and supporting himself recently. It's so early, this old boy came back from outside, and he didn't do anything good for his mother.

This kind of animal, still be careful. So he straightened up and shouted:

"Who? What for?! ”

Cui Qishan, who was in the distance, trembled obviously, stabilized his mind, and then hurriedly shook up to Yun Shanghe step by step:

"Yo-yo...... Who should I be? It turned out to be Seventh Brother! It scared me...... Look at the blood along the way, the blood is dripping, look at the strange ......", Cui Qishan scratched his head and said sourly.

"Nothing! It's not ...... Last night I put a badger on my sleeve and boiled some badger oil. I never thought about dripping the blood on the ground. It looked strange and was an eyesore, so it was buried, the disaster of blood and light, alas, ......", Yun Shanghe said slowly.

"Blood-light disaster, blood-light disaster! ……”

Cui Qishan repeated while arching his hand, so he limped away little by little.