Ma Liang followed the guide and led the leading soldiers to Shenjia Village. It was almost dawn when he arrived at Shenjia Village. After arranging the leading soldiers to look out far outside the village, he returned to the village.
"What did you say? Oh my god!" Luo Fugui, who arrived later, had just entered the village when he heard Ma Liang say that the village militia had captured a dozen cannibal villagers and screamed with their eyes wide open.
, and then, the long queue entered Shenjia Village.
"I'll arrange accommodation for the political commissar and company commander first, and I'll have to arrange for people to change sentries later. You go to the village first. I'm warning you, don't mess around here. This is a Baobao Village!" Ma Liang said and turned around and left.
Half an hour later, a table was set up in Mr. Shen’s yard, and several people gathered around it in the darkness without lights before dawn.
"I have long heard that some people dug up the dead and cooked them and ate them. I didn't believe it at first, but this time they really caught a dozen people who fled from the south." The guide felt sad. After all, this was an enemy. In the occupied area, the evil deeds committed by the little devils are too numerous to describe.
Everyone was stunned on the spot. In fact, they had heard about it before, but this time they actually encountered it.
"You little Japs are worse than beasts!" Wang Peng scolded. Naturally, the Japs must be blamed for this.
"How about we do it during the day today?" Platoon Leader Wang suggested bitterly, unwilling to wait for a quarter of an hour.
"Political Commissar, how should we deal with this matter?" Lao Meng couldn't help but ask.
"You guys should get some sleep first and wait until I talk to the old village chief." There was a hint of sadness in the political commissar's plain voice.
Mr. Shen was really excited. Before the National Army came, he was the security chief of the village. After the Japanese came, he was the chairman of the maintenance committee of the village. His youngest son joined the Eighth Route Army. Having read poetry and books, he just turned the village into a Fort Village.
In the past, Eighth Route Army staff often passed by the village to take a break, but he never showed up in person.
This time he heard that the entire village was occupied by the incoming troops, but they all stayed in the courtyard and slept under the eaves. No soldiers entered the ordinary people's houses. The Eighth Route Army was indeed very disciplined, and his view of soldiers changed greatly.
Without waiting for the political commissar to send someone to invite him, he took the initiative to come to his door.
"Village Chief Shen? Hello, my surname is Ding, captain of the armed work team!" The political commissar listened to the guide's introduction and greeted him warmly, but did not reveal the number of the independent regiment.
"I've admired you for a long time, I'll be relieved now that you're here!" Village Chief Shen's beard trembled with excitement.
"Don't worry, our Eighth Route Army always keeps what we say. Lao Zhou will contact you according to the instructions of his superiors. Thank you for your support of our Eighth Route Army. We are now united in resisting Japan. We are friends. We will all remember your support for us. On."
"You are too polite, Commissar Ding. Let's not say any more polite words. The national crisis is approaching. I know you are also in difficulty, but the south is already in chaos. In the past, when encountering such disasters, the governments of all dynasties would provide disaster relief. However, after the devil’s devils came, they brought the security troops and still collected taxes, levied grain and sent servants to each village as usual.”
"We all know these things, so we unite to fight against the Japanese. How is the situation in the village?" the political commissar said calmly.
"Our village is okay, we have some savings, and we have scraped together to complete the task of distributing food. But the poor people in the south have no harvest in a year, so how can they pay for food? Once they can't pay, how will they survive? ?”
"Is the situation serious?" Ding De frowned.
"For those who can't hand over the grain, the Japanese and traitors will go directly to the village to rob them. If they don't obey even a little bit, they will directly destroy the village. They will also shout to the outside world that they won't hand over the grain? What's the use of keeping it? What they are doing is to destroy the village. Everyone is being forced to death! Some villagers in the south who have had their food rations robbed have already turned to cannibalism!" Village Chief Shen burst into tears with tears streaming down his nose. There was no sign of Reed's usual dignified image. .
The guide quickly advised: "Our chief is here to help us poor people, you take a sip of water first..."
Ding De had a stern look on his face: "Our Eighth Route Army will never sit idly by, so don't worry!"
“That’s great, but what about the dozen or so people we caught?
"This..." Ding Deyi hesitated, knowing that he was talking about those people digging graves for food. He had never encountered such a miserable situation in the world before.
"Let's talk about it. What do you think?" The political commissar looked at Hu Yi, Lao Meng and Wang Peng who were sleeping on the ground and got up after hearing the sound.
"How about giving them some food and letting them fend for themselves?" Lao Meng suggested loudly in the darkness. He felt that these people who had eaten people were no longer worthy of being called human beings.
"Captain Wang, do you have any suggestions?" the political commissars asked one by one. Lao Meng and Wang Peng had a higher position, so naturally they spoke first.
"Well, this is the first time I've heard about this. How about reporting it to the superiors for a decision?" Wang Peng scratched the back of his head and couldn't help but shudder again.
"Mr. Shen, what are you going to do if we don't come?" The political commissar did not ask Hu Yi, but turned to ask Mr. Shen.
"What else can we do? When we meet such people, of course we have to bury them alive and let them be buried with the Wang family girls." A middle-aged man who accompanied Mr. Shen gritted his teeth.
"Hu Yi, what do you think?" The political commissar was speechless. He felt that this was definitely inappropriate and it was hard to object. He turned his head again and looked at his general Hu Yi in the dark, hoping that he would understand what he meant.
Hu Yi knew very well that eating people was one thing, but burying them alive was another. At least it couldn't happen in front of his eyes. After thinking about it, he finally said: "Japanese are beasts, but we are not. I think... or else In this way, they just dug up the corpses you buried. Mr. Shen, do you think you could let them go, give them some food, and send them to the security group station in the west of Xujiazhuang?"
"More than a hundred people came out, and now there are only a dozen left. Don't you think about it, where have those disappeared people gone?" As soon as the middle-aged man said these words, everyone's hearts immediately became cold.
Hu Yi didn't expect this matter to be so complicated. As expected, they actually attacked their companions. Thinking of this, his scalp almost exploded: "Well, let's handle this matter!"
"Since the chief has spoken, of course I have nothing to say. San, take the chief to Wang Baochang now!" The old man and Wang Baochang from the south are in-laws, and the two sides are of the same blood and have the same spirit.
The political commissar was unusually unrestrained and polite, and stopped speaking.
Until he, Wang Peng and Lao Meng were the only ones left in the room.
After a long time, the political commissar seemed to have suddenly grown old, and spoke weakly again: "It seems that the superiors are not just fighting this battle to retaliate against the Japanese for their last raid!"
Wang Peng and Lao Meng remained silent.
When we arrived at the southern village, the sun was rising high.
Hu Yi looked at the huge reservoir and felt much calmer.
After receiving the news, Wang Baochang had been waiting at the entrance of the village.
"Hello, Mr. Wang!" Ma Liang stepped forward and greeted the old security chief. Hu Yi rarely interacted with the villagers and rarely communicated with people except for guns.
"Who are you?" Wang Baochang asked quickly.
"My name is Ma Liang, and I am the... team leader of the work team."
"Captain Wang, you're here. We can't survive in this cannibalistic world."
"Okay, you arrange for someone to take us to see those people who are fleeing the famine." With such a thing in mind, Ma Liang turned to look at Hu Yi and didn't say much.
With a creak, a villager guarding the door opened the door of the room where the villagers were imprisoned, and a stench rushed out of the house.
In the dim light, rows of black shadows seemed to hang against the wall of the room.
The guarding villagers rushed into the house. There were three or four people lying on the floor in the house. They reached under their noses and found that there was no breath at all. After shaking their skinny bodies, they had already become stiff.
He bit the bullet and touched the hanging figure. It seemed that he had been hanging for a long time, and his body had become hard. There was a suffocating stench around the buttocks of the corpse.
He quickly retracted his hand and rushed out of the house. He was shocked and shouted: "Mr. Wang, something bad has happened. They are all hanged. They are all dead..."
