Mrs. Kang was humming a tune after breakfast and feeding the chickens in the yard. She was in a very good mood after making a small profit last night.
After the meal, Lao Danzi went to the front yard to play for money. There are not many entertainment activities in the mountain village these days, so the only thing left is playing for money. The old woman occasionally played a few games, but she was not addicted. She knew it was not serious business.
Her home is the first house in the west end of the village, and the main road into the village is in front of her door. Her family would definitely be the first to see anyone coming from outside the mountains.
A group of people came from a distance. When I got closer, I saw clearly that they were six people. The five behind them were wearing khaki military uniforms, khaki cotton hats, and high-waisted suede leather shoes. All carrying big guns. The bayonet on the gun shone with a dazzling cold light, emitting a chill even colder than this winter.
The person in front is wearing a dog-skin hat, a sheepskin jacket, leg bindings, and Piura shoes, a typical mountain man's attire. When the group walked to the door, Mrs. Kang took a closer look. Isn't the young man in front of her Jindouzi?
Jin Douzi is a small peddler selling groceries. He is very good-looking, has a sweet face, and never smiles or talks. Every village in the ten miles away admires him.
Jin Douzi hugged her fists with a smile and said, "Aunt Kang, how are you celebrating the New Year? Your uncle is doing well, right?" Old Mrs. Kang smiled and said, "Jin Douzi, come in and have a drink of water. It's already February. What’s the new year? Come into the house.”
Old Mrs. Kang knew that the few people behind were Japanese soldiers. She had seen soldiers dressed like this in Huadian City before. Emperor Kant has been on the throne for seven or eight years and has been entirely supported by the Japanese. This group of people cannot afford to offend, so they must be dealt with carefully.
Asked Jin Douzi: "What are you doing here, no longer selling goods?" Jin Douzi said: "I came here specifically to ask Aunt Kang for help. These few people came from Mengjiang and specialized in catching anti-bandits. The first two One day, a young rebel bandit killed a Japanese and fled to this area. I know that if anything happens in eight villages in these ten miles, Aunt Kang will be consulted. The young rebel bandit was injured. Has anyone come to you to treat the injury? "
Mrs. Kang's heart skipped a beat when she heard about the young boy resisting the bandits, but her face changed and then calmed down instantly. He smiled and said, "It's been quite cold these days, and I don't dare to go out. I haven't heard of anyone being injured. Are you working for the Japanese?"
Jin Douzi's smile remained unchanged, but he could see every change in Mrs. Kang's face. Said: "Mrs. Kang, don't be confused at your age. If you don't report what you know, you can't bear the consequences." Old Mrs. Kang said with a smile: "That can't be done, that can't be done."
The Japanese were a little impatient and murmured a few words to Jin Douzi. Jin Douzi also replied with a few words in Japanese. The short and strong Japanese soldier suddenly showed his fierce look and stepped forward and kicked the old woman in the stomach. Go up and kick the old woman into a squatting position. Old Mrs. Kang yelled "Ouch" in pain and fear: "What are you doing? Even the old lady is beaten, is she beaten by someone else?"
Jin Douzi took a small ax from under the firewood pile and stepped on the back of Mrs. Kang's hand. He also said with a smile: "You always drink wine as a penalty instead of toasting!" He picked up the ax and chopped it hard. There was a click, blood spattered everywhere, and two fingers were chopped off by the not-sharp axe.
Mrs. Kang howled in pain like a slaughtered pig and rolled on the ground. Jindouzi didn't let go of his feet, but stepped on the old woman's hand. His smile was full of ferocity, and he asked viciously: "Tell me, where is that little brat? Otherwise, the next ax may not hit where!"
Old Kangpo's face was covered with runny nose and tears, and she begged for mercy: "I said, I said, Ma Er's house is in the east of Tuen, and he was there last night." Jin Douzi asked again: "Ma Er, who is driving the cart, is Ma Changlin? Does he also live here?"
Mrs. Kang stood up and threw away the ax without waiting for an answer. As if she had realized something, a strange smile appeared on her face.
I turned around and said a few words in Japanese to the Japanese sergeant. He pulled out a box cannon from his waist and said to Mrs. Kang, "Have you told me earlier that this is the case? Wrap your hands and lead us to the door and you'll be fine." Mrs. Kang didn't even look at him taking out the gun. Dare to cry loudly, and said with a groan: "It's the second house on the south side of Dongtou Road, the one with the livestock shed." Jin Douzi ignored her and let her go into the house to get bandaged. Leading several Japanese soldiers, they discharged the hospital and walked eastward with their guns in hand.
This village is called Sidaogou, and this name can be found everywhere in the Northeast. There are about thirty or forty houses running east to west, and to the east is the mountain, with only one main road. Several Japanese soldiers no longer carried their guns on their backs and walked forward with their arms leveled. It was cold, and there was no one on the road. There was only the sound of a few people's footsteps on the snow.
The courtyard gate of Ma Er's house is very large because carriages have to go back and forth. The courtyard door is open, and the situation in the courtyard can be seen clearly at a glance.
Ma Er was cutting grass in front of the livestock shed on the left side of the house. He picked up the bundled hay with his foot and pressed the guillotine down with his left hand. The chopped pieces of hay were scattered in the sacks spread on the ground. Originally it took two people to do this job, but he can do it quite neatly with one hand.
When Jin Douzi entered the hospital, he glanced around first, then pointed his gun at Ma Er and said, "Second brother, long time no see? When did you move here? I've been here several times a year and I didn't even know you lived here. "
Ma Er turned around and was stunned, "Douzi? What are you doing? Fucked with the Japanese? Why are you still having sex with your second brother?"
The five Japanese had a tacit understanding. Two of them, Jin Douzi, one on the left and one on the right, pointed guns at Ma Er. The three of them walked towards the house, walked to the door, opened it carefully, and rushed in suddenly.
Jin Douzi asked: "Second brother, if we don't tell secret stories, why don't you come to your place? This kid killed an important Japanese figure in Mengjiang, and the Japanese are all over the world to arrest him. It's a big deal. No one can handle it, and I can’t do anything about it because of the pressure from my superiors. Second brother, don’t be stupid, just throw them all to the ground and I’ll make sure you’re fine.”
Ma Er smiled and took out a leg fork from his leggings and threw it at Jin Douzi's feet. Seeing that Jin Douzi was still staring at him and not moving, he said, "Your second brother hasn't touched a gun in five or six years. The gun has long been replaced by wine. Now I only have one arm left, what else can I do?”
Jindouzi nodded and inserted the gun backwards into his waist. This was Beard's standard method of inserting a gun, because it would be faster to pull out the gun.
Look at the three Japanese people coming out of the house, looking disgraced. Apparently nothing was found. Then he said to Ma Er: "Where did the little fifth son go? I heard that he was still at your house last night." Ma Er said: "He left in the middle of the night last night. He was shot in the stomach. He has to go to Hongshi to see the doctor. , I gave him a few dollars and asked him to ride a horse, but he didn’t, so he was probably walking over the mountains.”
Jin Douzi took a deep look at Ma Er and said: "Second brother, we two brothers haven't blushed in these years, have we? I know you are a righteous person. Brother, let me tell you something familiar. The commander is dead, and the political commissar is dead." He's dead too. The Anti-Japanese Alliance has been disbanded. There is no one left. There is no future for following them. Your problem is not big. Come back with me and talk things over. I, Jindouzi, can save your life with my face."
When Ma Er heard him mention the political commissar, he hesitated to speak, and then sighed slightly. After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, I'll gather the things and then follow you." After that, he bent down to pick up the sack containing the grass, intending to pour it into the manger. Seeing that he had trouble with one hand, Jin Douzi walked over and said, "I'll do it." He took the sack and walked to the stable.
Ma Er turned back and grasped the handle of the guillotine. He kicked with his right foot and kicked off the pin in front of the guillotine. He twisted his body and swung the twenty or thirty kilogram guillotine with a "Woo" sound. Jin Douzi heard the voice and wanted to look back, but it was too late. The big guillotine made a "click" sound with the sound of wind and hatred, and slashed diagonally between Jin Douzi's shoulders and neck, all the way to the sternum. Blood burst out, and blood flowed out more than a foot high along the blade.
Jin Douzi fell to the ground, his body twitching. Ma Er also rushed over, reached out from Jin Douzi's back and pulled out the box cannon inserted backwards. He raised his hand and fired two "bang bang" shots.
Then I saw the Japanese shooting, and heard at least three gunshots. His body seemed to have been hit several times with a hammer, and he fell straight down.
Ma Er looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and finally realized a wish, with a smile on his lips. Consciousness gradually blurred.
The Japanese Army Sergeant stepped forward angrily, aimed at Ma Er's head and fired two more "bang bang" shots. Ma Er was born with a beard and had excellent marksmanship. In this short moment, he shot one at a time. The two Japanese soldiers were both shot in the head and could not survive.
There were six people when they arrived, but three of them were dead in a blink of an eye. The Japanese sergeant was very angry and helpless. He directed his two remaining men to hitch Ma Er's carriage, carry Jin Douzi, Ma Er, and the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers onto the carriage, and drive them out of the hospital. He turned around and threw a grenade into the house, and the house collapsed with a "boom".
The Japanese sergeant drove the car, and the two soldiers walked behind the car. When I walked out of the village, I was also angry when I saw Mrs. Kang's yard. Two more grenades were thrown into the house. There were two "boom boom" sounds and all three houses collapsed. Three Japanese soldiers pulled four corpses on a carriage and headed west.
Lao Kang's wife was not at home at all. She bandaged her finger and sneaked out and quietly followed Ma Er's house. She peeked in the corner of Lao Zhao's tofu shop behind Ma Er's house. Take everything into consideration. Until the Japanese bombed Ma Er's house, and then saw them bombing their own house. I gritted my teeth with hatred, but I didn't dare to curse out loud. She had heard that the Japanese were doing all kinds of evil before and still didn't believe it, but this time she saw it with her own eyes, and she wanted to tell everyone about it. Let everyone see clearly the faces of this group of hateful beasts.
