There is no clear boundary between autumn and summer.
There is no difference in the fields, a lone eagle is wandering in the sky, and the plains are endlessly desolate.
The reeds beside the river are still lush and green, and the people who do not want to leave their homeland are dragging their children and daughters to support them.
Father Zhao was driving the rib-thin donkey cart, pouring the turbid river water from the four empty buckets into the sweet potato field one after another. The water flowed along the ridges, and the green leaves swayed in the breeze, which filled his heart. Full of an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
From a distance, I saw the youngest son carrying a shuttlecock and guarding the crop fields with the militia organized by the security group.
Almost all the people in the nearby villages have fled, because there is no water to irrigate the fields, and the crops are destined to fail. If you stay here any longer, you can only wait for death.
In the afternoon, one person and one donkey pulled a cart. When they approached the village, they saw several old women pointing at the entrance of the village. Under the dead tree at the entrance of the village, a woman was lying on the ground. When she saw the head of the house, she struggled to get up.
Kneeling crookedly on the ground, he begged in a weak voice: "Master, please take pity on the poor child. Please be kind and take her away."
Kneeling next to her was a skinny little girl.
Father Zhao hesitated for a moment, sighed, then shook his head, with two turbid tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and followed the donkey cart slowly towards the village.
The women who were watching the excitement also quickly dispersed.
The desperate woman lay down again and looked at the dazzlingly clean blue sky. She stopped making any sound. The little girl next to her played with a small rattle toy in her hand sensibly, making a soft banging sound.
Not long after, Father Zhao came out of the village, carrying a teapot and a small rattan basket on his waist.
He took a few steps forward, squatted next to the woman, picked up the teapot and poured water into the broken bowl beside the woman, and then took out two sorghum buns from the basket.
The little girl next to her stared with big eyes. She was habitually waiting for the woman on the ground to speak.
For a while, the woman on the ground didn't respond.
Father Zhao looked carefully at the woman's unblinking eyes, sighed, and was about to get up when he found a group of people standing behind him. He could see clearly that they were the Eighth Route Army team that arrived yesterday.
Hu Yi looked at the scene at the entrance of the village with slightly fascinated eyes.
A long line of soldiers preparing to set out followed from the village.
My heart felt like a stone weighing on me.
He could face the Japanese without changing his expression. Everything in front of him made Hu Yi's expression no longer calm, but more gloomy.
Father Zhao looked up at Hu Yi, quietly packed up the woman's things, and prepared to take the little girl away.
Hu Yi knew the situation in Zhao's family. There were five people in the family and they had three sets of clothes. The whole family worked together at night because they didn't need to wear clothes at night.
The political commissar followed the correspondent southward to the military division for a meeting.
There are more than a dozen military division and regiment-level staff political commissars and dozens of battalion commanders.
Hu Yi, the quasi-battalion commander of the friendly forces, and Wang Peng, the soy saucer, were not qualified to participate in the meeting.
"Bury that woman and take the little girl away!" Hu Yi finally gave the order.
The little girl finally opened her mouth wide and screamed, until Ma Liang stuffed a piece of candy into her mouth.
Luo Fugui was sullen on the side, cursing the heartless bandit Ma Liang.
Not long after, there was a grave on the ground.
Under the scorching sun, the reconnaissance soldiers from the east rode bicycles to the entrance of the village.
Breathless, he reported: "Reporting to the company commander, an hour ago, a large number of Japanese soldiers and security forces were spotted thirty miles to the east. They were all guarding the border between the two counties. There is no sign of coming westward for the time being. It is estimated that... at least four or five Hundred!"
"Cavalry or infantry?" Hu Yi withdrew his gaze from the dirt bag not far from the roadside.
"The infantry, as well as three motorcycles and a car, cannot get close to conduct reconnaissance. The exact number of Japs and security forces cannot be confirmed."
After hearing this, Hu Yi felt gloomy.
Suddenly, I seemed to think of something, and the expression on my face suddenly seemed to change for the better.
Since infantry appears in the east, the Japanese cavalry should not be too far away.
The cavalry regiment of the military division is in a battalion in the west.
More than eighty miles further west is the county seat of Meixian County!
To deal with cavalry, in addition to heavy machine guns, the best weapon is armored vehicles. At least with this big guy, you won't suffer too much when facing cavalry...
Where are the armored vehicles in the military division? At least no one knows yet.
Meixian...armored vehicle...
What Hu Yi thought about was that there was another car buried in the ground on that highway. Logically speaking, it was unlikely that the Japanese would find it.
Although most of the contents of the armored car have been dismantled, and whether it can be started is also a problem, it hasn't rained heavily in this plain for a year. There seems to be a guy in Banxian's class who can repair cars. Maybe he can use it. ?
"Go to the half-immortal and ask him to bring over the man who can repair cars!" Hu Yi said to Ma Liang.
After a while, a wretched guy with a crooked military cap followed Ma Liang and ran to the entrance of the village. He put on a smile and said, "Sir Hu, are you looking for me?"
"Let me ask you, can the armored vehicle still be driven after it has been buried in the ground for a year?" Hu Yi asked directly. It was obvious that he was a little unsure.
"One year? Buried in the ground? Oh my god, sir, stop talking about it, of course you can't open it." The guy replied quickly.
"Can it be repaired?" Hu Yi refused to give up.
"Then you have to see it!" This guy thought for a while.
"Ma Liang, ask Li Xiang to follow and bring a platoon of soldiers immediately! Uh... bring ten of the company's lances! Follow me to the cavalry camp in the west to borrow horses!" Hu Yi thought for a moment, borrowing horses might not be that easy. smoothly.
"Yes!" Ma Liang's eyes lit up. He also thought of the armored car on the road. The company commander was preparing to dig for treasure!
After answering, he immediately entered the village and excitedly went to find Li Xiang and the guy.
"Mule, you and the correspondent will lead a platoon and go to the regiment to find Wu Yan and carry the heavy machine gun we left at the wine station back to the village!"
"It's weird that he can give it to me!" Luo Fugui rolled his eyes.
"Tell him, I'll give him a motorcycle when this is done!" Hu Yi gritted his teeth.
"Motorcycle? Where can I find one?" Luo Fugui has seen that monster with smoke coming from its butt and running very fast.
"He lent us the machine gun, that's right!"
"That machine gun is obviously ours! Do you still need to borrow it? It's against the sky..."
"Go as soon as I'm told. Hurry up. We have to get here after dark."
"All right."
Even if there is an armored car, someone still needs to be able to drive it: "By the way, where is Hao Yun?"
...
The village entrance near the river in the west.
"What did you say? Borrow a horse? Stop talking, can you ride?" The second battalion commander of the cavalry looked at the soldiers of the independent regiment coming out of the mountains. A group of ignorant bumpkins asked him to borrow a horse? Are you kidding, reject it immediately.
"I'm just borrowing ten lances for two days!" Hu Yi didn't want to talk to him.
"Rifle? Do you have one? All my cavalry battalions are equipped with rifles. Do you have lances?" The second battalion commander didn't believe it at all. These bumpkins in the mountains definitely wanted to trick their horses into running away, and they definitely had no good intentions. .
There was a crash, and more than ten soldiers ran towards the entrance of the village from behind. Ten Japanese lances were taken off the shoulders of the soldiers behind and placed directly on the ground.
The battalion commander saw the goods and immediately dropped his jaw to the ground. All the rifles in the regiment were concentrated in the first battalion. His two battalions were all ordinary 79 Gong-made rifles!
He could no longer take his eyes off the rifle on the ground, and his lips were trembling.
"Add Tomosaka rifle bullets, two hundred!" Hu Yi spoke again.
Finally coming back to his senses, the battalion commander yelled at the soldiers next to him, and a platoon of soldiers immediately stepped forward and grabbed all their rifles.
Then...
"Hey, I was attracted to it first..."
...and a fight broke out.
The battalion commander was confused and regretted that he had miscommunicated the order to his subordinates.
If you can't control it, just make jokes, so you can be laughed at every day.
He quickly stepped forward and put his arms around Hu Yi's shoulders and smiled brightly: "Deal! Thirty horses, two days, as long as the horses are not killed and eaten, you can do whatever you want..."
