The sun in the mist slowly climbed up to the treetops, making them somewhat black. The light shone through the mist on the ruined walls of Dongxia Village. Some of the walls that were still standing were speckled with bullet holes left by bullets. Circles, peeling earth walls, revealing new walls, speckled, white and yellow in color, the house ignited by the explosion burned all night, and wisps of green smoke are still rising in the village, immersed in the mist ,gradually disappear.
The morning near the mountainous area is cool, and countless birds are flying in the woods and fields.
The village was still quiet with a strong smell of blood.
Most of the Meixian security forces followed the Japanese back to the city the night before, leaving a shift behind to deal with the bodies of the Meixian security forces.
The important task of digging the pits was given to the security forces of Xinglong Town. The bodies were not buried directly in the trenches. The security forces only left one platoon. More than 30 people worked for most of the night to dig two large pits and divided them into two groups of more than 200 people. The corpses of the security forces were put into the pit, and the big grave was already covered with soil.
The corpse of the policeman was buried in the cemetery to the south. He had an inexplicable respect for death, perhaps because the rabbit died and the fox was sad.
According to custom, most of the dead are buried in the west, or in a relatively quiet place. The cemetery in Dongxia Village is a little different. Maybe it is because there is an east-west road in the north of the village, or maybe it is because the west side is too close to the road and too noisy, so there is no way. , the cemetery is chosen further south of the south cemetery.
There were no intact houses in the village and no one could live there. The Xinglong Town security army only left one squad to respond to the imperial army who was chasing the Eighth Route Deserters. The other security forces in Meixian and Xinglong Town went northeast with exhaustion. There was another small village nearby, with only three or five households. The security forces planned to go to that village to sleep first.
The remaining security forces were very unhappy.
"Is there something wrong with your brain? You've already left, but you, hey, are you the new officer looking for performance? You actively asked to stay, causing us all to suffer?" A soldier complained to the newly appointed squad leader.
"I want to spend more time with my brothers, do you have any objections?" Qiu Banxian said with a sullen face, "I am the squad leader now, do you want to rebel?"
Banxian's reconnaissance ability was good, and he was favored by the platoon leader, and he took over the unlucky squad leader who was punched in the eyes a few times during the charge.
The soldier seemed to suddenly remember that this coward was already the squad leader. He smiled and said, "Isn't this for your own good? You won't be able to eat well and sleep here, and you have to wait for the imperial army to come back. Thanks a lot."
"Go away and find a place to sleep. I'll watch over here."
"Squad leader, how come the Eighth Route Army is so poor? Brothers don't even get a single coin." Another security guard complained faintly.
Eighth Route Army's corpses were still laid out in the village, and they were buried in ready-made trenches after they were almost asleep. They were all Chinese.
The half-immortal had another plan. He stayed because of this. He wanted to dig around and see if Tang Dagou was in there. If it was true, he would have to dig a hole and bury it. He didn't dare to go out when there were many people. Read them one by one, for fear of revealing their flaws.
With hope, the half-immortal worshiped the Jade Emperor and Guanyin Bodhisattva in his heart. With a hint of luck, he endured the fear in his heart and turned over the eight corpses gathered one by one. He wiped all the bloody faces and found nothing. familiar person.
I felt happy, but not at ease. I turned over it again, but there was still nothing there. I sat down on a section of the earth wall that had fallen to the ground.
Could it be that Tang Dagou ran away, thinking of the figure he saw with dizziness: "Your grandma, you made me worry for a long time in vain, I know that your dog R is destined to die."
I was relieved, it was a waste of time. Sleeping was the top priority. Most of the places on the ground were still wet due to the rain the day before. I returned to the place where the brothers slept and found a nearby wall. I found a stick in my house, cleared away the rotten tiles and earth clods still piled on the wall, and fell asleep.
After not sleeping for two consecutive days, as soon as the last sentinel fell asleep, his breathing became even and loud snoring could be heard in the distance.
The newly fallen wall was not broken. Maybe it was because of Wu Shitou's body, or maybe it was the soft soil that was dug out. There was a gap in the middle, and a dirty pigtail slowly emerged. Slowly, the whole He crawled out, took a speed machine, and pointed it at the security forces standing on the earth wall. After thinking about it, he still didn't shoot. He bent his waist and walked around the abandoned house. More than a dozen security guards around him were sleeping soundly. They put aside their opened rifles and prepared to pull out another person from the small hole, but failed for a long time.
After saying a few words to the hole, the strange gun with a drum magazine was handed out.
The entrance to the cave was too small for Hu Yi to crawl out, let alone Luo Fugui, who managed to get out.
Xiao Hongying had calmed down, and Wu Shitou was pressed under the wall. The security soldier actually dared to sleep on it. He put the muzzle of the gun against the security soldier's head, stood at the head, and drank from the kettle. A large amount of water was in his mouth and sprayed on the face of the sleeping puppet soldier.
I heard that people like this can wake up even if they sleep deeply. Unfortunately, she was disappointed this time.
I turned around half a circle, trying to think of a way to wake the person up, but found that the person looked a bit familiar.
Qiu Banxian?
Grandma's ghost is still there. He is there wherever there is misfortune. With him, every battle will be defeated.
Xiao Hongying was anxious and cautiously came to the middle of the dozen or so security forces who were crowded into a crowd. She put away all the guns and removed the bolts. She stood on the edge, took out the gun, and fired a shot into the sky. , bang, deafening.
The snoring on the ground was even louder, and no one woke up. He kicked him once, twice... to no avail.
The little girl was dumbfounded now.
From the security army, I found a shovel and returned to the small hole formed by the earth wall being pushed up by the floating soil. I was ready to dig a tunnel out and moved the shovel as fast as I could.
Unfortunately, as soon as we dug a section into the wall, we couldn't use any force. The ground of the ordinary people's houses was too solid, and the dry-hard earth walls were like rocks, so they didn't dare to hit them directly. If they collapsed, the two people inside would be buried alive.
"Hey, I can't dig anymore." He handed the shovel through the hole. "Damn mule, dig it yourself. Hey, how is the fox?"
"It's okay, still sleeping."
...
He didn't wake up after a sip of water. The tall bear held a rifle with a bayonet and poked it directly on one's butt. Finally, he woke up. He screamed earth-shatteringly, but did not wake up the people next to him. He was still snoring.
Resisting the urge to stab the middle of the butt.
Follow the same rules.
More than a dozen security forces were awakened, and they lined up crookedly in a row. The muzzles of their guns were dark, and no matter how sleepy they were, they were driven away.
Qiu Banxian was treated better. There was no bleeding on his buttocks. He was carried and thrown aside by the security forces.
More than a dozen puppet soldiers began to slowly knock on the wall with the farm tools they found. The security forces understood what was going on.
Slowly revealing a foot that had been crushed and deformed, and then the body. Under the body was a large pool of blood, which had turned black and had already solidified. The area around the head...
There are piles of rocks near the entrance of the cave, which are much higher. This is the reason why the little girl can climb out.
Luo Fugui was directing the security troops to dig a grave. Four security troops had fallen beside the pit. They were snoring and fell to the ground while standing.
Hu Yi had a bandage on his head and was a little weak. He stared at Xiao Hongying and Wu Shitou, who had his head wrapped in military uniform under her, without saying anything.
The fallen earth wall tore a long hole in Wu Shitou's clothes.
The little girl was using her clumsy little hands to mend Wu Shitou's torn clothes. She had forgotten the discipline of not taking advantage of the masses. Her immature right hand had been pricked with several holes by needles, and she did not stop her movements.
The bright red blood dripped drop by drop on the dusty gray clothes, and soon formed a string. The little hand was mechanically repeating movements that she was not familiar with at all.
Her eyes, which were as swollen as peaches, could no longer shed tears, and she kept mumbling to herself.
After sewing the last seam of the military uniform, she imitated the knot Sun Cui taught her, bit off the thread, took a look, and saw that the sewing was a little crooked. She planned to sew two more stitches, but when she was about to do it, her head tilted and she fainted to the ground.
