Maybe, in the next second, a bomb will fall on your head, and you will die like this. Is this the destination of the long and arduous journey? Maybe this is the relief from the pain of the soul, the end of the suffering in life?
The sun sets in the west, and the sunlight stretches the silhouettes of the fast marching figures. It plays on the bushes on the roadside in unpredictable ways, making people feel dizzy. In summer, the mountains are not green. There are green shrubs, brown mountains, and gray water. The brown stones on the road and the emerald green in the distance were all illuminated golden at this time.
The clear blue sky is no longer clear, and the golden clouds, combined with the afterglow of the sun, seem to make the whole world golden, making all the lines more blurred, like an oil painting.
Occasionally, the fields in the mountains are green, with small flowers that are very inconspicuous in the sunset. A long line of gray figures marches tiredly in the fields, causing butterflies to fly around in panic.
The people in the fields were still working in twos and threes, turning a blind eye to the team coming from the south. It was only serious to finish the work at hand.
On the map, the end of the winding mountain road is Songjiazhuang. The mountain village is half-hidden in the darkness. The sun is still shining on the top of the village. The boundary between the afterglow and the darkness is clear, like an illusion.
At the edge of the village, a group of children were playing. An old man driving sheep slowly walked into the village. He looked around and walked into the gray and dark environment from the sunset. He said hello to the aunt working in the fields at the edge of the village and chatted about the old hens next door. I laid a few more duck eggs and was scolded a few times by my aunt.
He walked past with a satisfied smile and calmly looked around at the group of children on the outskirts of the village. He was surprised to find that the little ones no longer played with stone bows and arrows, and all raised their heads and looked behind the old man.
On the mountain road, a hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers formed a long line and approached the village, dripping with sweat.
After walking out of the afterglow of the sunset, most of the Eighth Route Army members collapsed at the entrance of the village, tiredly unloading the things they carried on their backs.
One Eighth Route Army entered the village, and two Eighth Road Routers spread out along the entrance of the village.
Okawa Tokichi unbuttoned his collar, took off his hat and fanned it in his hand. After passing the gazes of the children, he patted a child on the head with his hat, received a grin, and then ran away. , and finally stopped next to the old sheep herder.
Not long after, the other two Eighth Route Army soldiers also appeared, and the four of them stood outside the mountain village.
"Uncle, is this the Songjia Village?" Okawa Tokichi asked knowingly and stretched out his hand.
The old sheepherder hurriedly handed over the cane whip to his left hand, wiped his right hand on his back which was covered with grease and dirt, and stretched out his hand to hold it together with the eight people in front of him: "Yes, yes, this is Songjia Village, you guys Where are you going?"
Okawa Tokichi glanced at the uncle: "Well, we are coming from the south and have to carry out a mission. Can we ask for water in the village?"
"Look at what you said, even though we are poor, we still have no problem eating Bangzi Noodles!" The sheepherder has seen many Eighth Route Army soldiers. Although his family does not have much food, during the lean period, there are still Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village, but it is a bit strange. No one has come out to receive them now. Every time they scrimp on food and clothing, they will give the passing Eighth Route Army soldiers a good meal.
Okawa Tokichi retracted her hand, and the old man wiped it on his back calmly: "That can't be done, we have discipline!"
But he turned his head and took a sharp look at the two subordinates who were looking at the sheep with their Adam's apples fluttering.
The Eighth Route Army was poor, and although the Japs had legal currency, they had no use for it and did not dare to show off. What's more, as I just added, there was no shortage of anything. It didn't matter whether they had food or not. What mattered was time.
Lieutenant Okawa had no intention of staying. With an order, the Japanese on the ground began to get up and prepare to move forward.
A man in black came out of the village. He walked in and took a look. In fact, his clothes were still gray, but a little darker. He said enthusiastically: "Hello, you are all at your own home. You have to eat before leaving! Besides, there is nothing urgent now. The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers either, so Lao Ma Tou will hurry up and tell the people from the Peasants' Association to cook."
"No, comrade, we still have to hurry." Okawa Tokichi didn't want to waste time here.
"Don't you know the way? You don't even have anyone to lead the way. It might delay things if we leave now!" The shepherd still remembered that the captain seemed to be asking him if he was from Songjiazhuang just now.
The Eighth Route Army coming out of the village immediately answered: "Don't worry about that time, leave after eating. I have the final say on this matter. I will call you a soldier later and let them lead the way. Oh, by the way, you are going to arrive Where to go?”
"Well, this was originally a secret...but...we are all our own people, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. We are going to the division headquarters."
"Hey, look, who is walking this way now? Who doesn't know that you are going to the division headquarters? Haha, let the soldiers rest for a while. It won't be long before I take you to a shortcut. I promise Nothing will go wrong.”
"Is there a shortcut?"
"Well, of course there is, but it's not that easy to get up. It takes a big detour to take the main road from here. Most people are not willing to get up. Only us Eighth Route Army soldiers go. It will save an hour or two."
"Oh, that's okay, let's just eat before we leave, but do you have enough food?"
"Food, hey, you don't have to worry about this. Although the food in the mountains is a bit poor, there is a lot to eat in the mountains. A few days ago, we even trimmed a wild boar, but it was a bit small. I sent part of it to the teacher. We are not willing to eat the wounded, and we are just waiting for the comrades to come over." Seeing that the sheepherders had entered the village, there were people from the peasant association and the Eighth Route Army in the village. The Eighth Route Army entered the mountain. I went for training and I will probably be back soon. When I encounter such a neat army, I will have to study for a while.
The three people talked to each other enthusiastically, and the Eighth Route Army troops who went into the mountains for training also entered the village from the other side of the village.
Okawa Momoyoshi looked nervously at the men around him, and made a gesture to signal others to be silent. They poured in from the edge of the village, and dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers. Looking at the Eighth Route Army's equipment, Okawa Momoyoshi remembered that he didn't feel like he was still there. Introduction: "By the way, my surname is Ji. You just call me Company Commander Ji. We are from the Sixth Brigade."
An eight-pronged team of about ten people, all dressed in rags and carrying shuttlecocks, only had one gun in total, an old sleeve! "
On the leader's side, Niannian looked at the neat military appearance of the Eighth Route Army in front of him. The machine guns and rifles were brand new. In addition to feeling a bit dusty, he also had an extra murderous aura and lack of confidence. He smiled and said: "We are poor here. , there is nothing we can offer, but we Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers are equal, Commander Ji, if you are rich, you can just support us with some bullets."
Company Commander Ji said kindly: "That's no problem, we are all comrades, let's have a good exchange."
The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army lined up and entered the grain drying ground in the middle of the village. They sat down on the ground. Old people and children had already brought wild fruits from the mountains, boiling water in earthen jars, and a few eggs that they were reluctant to eat. into the hands of the soldiers.
This group of guys looked at each other and Platoon Commander Ji. After getting the signal, the Eighth Route Army members began to take out their belongings.
Legal currency! A lot of French currency, a few Japanese soldiers accidentally took out all the Japanese yen, and the colorful banknotes came into the hands of the people. They looked at the things in their hands and did not recognize them. They were dumbfounded and knew that this should be money.
So the captain, with a dark face, immediately asked the villagers to return their money, and both parties gave in to each other in a friendly and polite manner.
The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in front of me are well disciplined. In such a big battle, these Eighth Route Army soldiers did not say a word. The captain blushed a little and made up his mind to learn from the friendly forces. How many bad things are under his command? Let me tell you something for myself. I can add it below. In ten sentences, this discipline and this military appearance are models and examples to learn from.
