The village was getting darker and darker. Lao Zhou had already received news that the Qingxiang team had entered the village. Comrades in the village went out to inquire about the news. These traitors had already sent people to bypass the village and guard the intersection out of the village.
There's no way out now! He held the rifle in his hand tightly and the two magazines on his body, which were given to him by the girl.
The traitors habitually imitated the Japanese and lit two fires in the square in the south of the village, knocking on doors and driving the people to the square.
No one resisted the simple people. Fortunately, they were all idiots, so the women and girls felt relieved.
The traitors carrying torches were arrogant in the village. Uncle Sun asked Lao Zhou to go up to the roof. Seeing that the traitors who came in and rummaged through boxes and cabinets found nothing, they were pushed out of the yard. The aunt next to him hurriedly picked up the spinning wheel and followed the uncle towards the gate. Go.
Lao Zhou lay on the roof and watched the villagers being driven one by one to the square in the south of the village by the traitors. He felt indescribably useless in his heart and felt indescribable gratitude to Lao Suntou and his family.
I carefully thought about my whereabouts after entering the village. Because I entered the village in broad daylight, I must have fallen in the eyes of interested people. I thought it was not safe to stay here. After most people went to the square, Lao Zhou observed After a while, he jumped down from the house, walked out of the courtyard gate, and got into the dilapidated courtyard on the opposite side without having time to lock the door. He climbed up to the roof along the ladder set up on the wall, and could barely see the scene in the square.
The traitors were not stupid. They knew that it would be difficult to get words from ordinary people, so they directly pulled the children aside.
He kicked the young women who were trying to pull their children away. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the women kept trembling and sobbing, while the men beside them only dared to glare at each other.
This happened several times, and the villagers knew that these traitors were playing tricks on children again!
The traitors and the villagers all knew that the two sons of Uncle Sun's family had joined the Eighth Route Army. The traitors used to have guerrillas operating in this area, so they did not dare to do anything to them.
Now, the Eighth Route Army is almost finished, so let's give this old man surnamed Sun some clues to see if he can still pay.
Yang Lezi ignored the security guard next to him who was delivering cigarettes and water.
He sneered at the crowd and asked, "Tell me, where is the Eighth Route Army hiding?"
A dozen traitors stood in a circle with torches, surrounding the noisy forty or fifty common people. Because these guys who betrayed their ancestors had guns in their hands, the surrounding villagers were all silent and nervous. Look at the arrogant traitors shouting.
Even the crying women stopped their voices and stood trembling in the crowd.
"Don't tell us, right? We have received the news a long time ago. If we don't tell it, the investigation team will find out that it is different, and your whole family will be destroyed." Yang Lezi threatened, but felt that it was not enough, so he added: " If the imperial army finds out, hey, you all know the consequences, and Gangbang’s family will be ruined!”
Others are not sure. He doesn't know how many of those Eighth Route Army came, and he doesn't know whether they are in this village or not. His idea is very simple. If you can't find it in this village, then look for it in the next village. All these mud-legged people are there. Some cowards.
Yang Lezi pulled off a bag he didn't know where he got from the shoulder of a traitor next to him, patted the gray bag containing millet, and said with a smile: "Whoever said it, this bag of millet will belong to him!"
The villagers still didn't respond. If anyone had said anything, the Eighth Route Army was not a good quarrel, and there was no guarantee that one day they would settle the score.
"I've known for a long time that you guys are like stones in the pit, smelly and hard, so why don't you tell me? Just wait until your family is ruined!" After saying that, he turned around and gestured to the two traitors next to him.
The two traitors smiled and walked towards the separated group of children.
There was an immediate commotion among the villagers. No one wanted their children to be selected by traitors. Lao Zhou, the democratic government leader, entered the village. Many villagers saw it. As for which children were seen or not, no one knew.
"Tsk, tsk, you are all good children. Who can tell me where the people who entered the village yesterday are, and I will give you sweets to eat." A traitor used magic to take out a paper-wrapped candy from his pocket.
A dozen half-year-old children were looking at the candy wrapped in gray paper next to the fire. This thing is delicious!
The children followed the candy with their eyes.
"I know!" A seven or eight-year-old child couldn't resist the temptation and looked at the man in black in front of him.
"Good boy, uncle knows you are the best, okay, this candy is yours." The traitor immediately beamed.
Two women in the crowd rushed forward crazily. An old woman and a young woman, with pale faces, were being pulled tightly by several black dogs.
"Son, Qiancheng can't say anything. How can our family hold our heads up after you say it...ah..."
"My mother told me not to say anything!" The child hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly returned the candy to the traitor.
The traitor took the candy and weighed it twice in his hand, but he was not angry. He said with a smile: "Others also know it. If you don't tell them, if they tell you, you won't get the candy, right?"
"I know, that person is at Grandpa Sun's house." A child couldn't stand the temptation and shouted directly.
A woman in the crowd immediately fainted and fell to the ground. Several aunties nearby quickly stepped forward, picked up the woman, and pinched her. The woman was distraught.
"Old Suntou, you are quite courageous. Haha, you are from a pretty good family. Two of your sons have turned to the Eight Route Army. I don't think you are a good person. You dare to join the Eight Route Army. Come on, come on, go to his house and catch the Eight Route Army!" "
This traitor forgot that Ergouzi’s informant came from a team of people!
He can't control so much. If he can catch one, he will get five yuan for sure. This old guy named Sun will have to squeeze some more money out of his family.
It seems that the trip is worthwhile.
The two traitors walked toward the crowd, and the villagers around Uncle Sun and his wife automatically kept their distance.
This job of catching people is not difficult!
Two black dogs walked directly into the crowd. ,
A bayonet suddenly slipped from his sleeve. The young militiaman led by Lao Zhou entered the village separately from Lao Zhou. He didn't care how many traitors there were, his mission was to protect Lao Zhou's safety.
Lao Zhou is still in the village. As long as he makes some noise, Lao Zhou will move to other places, so he decided to take action.
In his mind, he was thinking about the desperate face of his wife who was killed by the Japanese. The child should be adopted by someone from the organization. This was the first time since he joined the militia that he had taken action against the enemy.
He was a little excited, but his hand was very steady, and the tip of the bayonet stabbed directly into the belly of the traitor who squeezed in front of him.
During the training, an Eighth Route Army soldier said that the bayonet held in one hand should not be stabbed into the chest, because the opponent may detect it and get stuck in the opponent's bones when facing each other.
He remembered the action very clearly. The bayonet stably passed through the thin silk shirt, and the tip of the knife went upwards into the traitor's body.
He practiced this move many times on the straw man tied with straw.
Maybe, I will never have the chance to learn to use a gun.
The rifle of the guerrilla instructor is very bright.
Then, he shouted loudly to embolden himself.
At this time, his tense heart began to tremble, he drew out the bayonet, stabbed it again, and then stabbed it again. In a few seconds, he stabbed more than a dozen times!
He forgot that there was a traitor next to him.
The traitor was also so frightened that he forgot about the shell gun he still held in his hand. With a strange scream, he turned around and ran away.
In an instant, the crowd immediately exploded: "Killing..."
People are no longer afraid of the dark muzzles all around and are running in all directions...
