A bloody setting sun set low in the mountains to the west early in the morning, leaving a few pale clouds in the sky.
The whole brilliant sky quickly turned dark.
The light in the village quickly dimmed.
It's getting dark again.
Three bicycles and six men in black left the village and disappeared on the road outside the village with a puff of dust.
Not long after, more than thirty people left the village in rags, carrying large bags and hanging small bags.
The puppet troops that were swept away moved south, and there were not even a few pillars of smoke in the originally dilapidated villages in the ten miles and eight villages.
In the years of severe drought, those who had connections had already moved away with their families. Unfortunately, the ordinary and honest people could not leave their hometown. They thought that maybe this day would be over. Besides, the landlords who moved away were originally regarded as The land that is the lifeblood is no longer needed.
The remaining villagers were even secretly happy. They firmly believed that as long as there were two light rains after the beginning of spring, these ownerless lands would be full of life again.
The large area of barren land located between several nearby counties has left the remaining villagers confused as to who is the owner of this land.
A skinny man in his early teens squatted in front of an old man at the entrance of the village: "Second uncle, a notice has been issued to calm the people in the city. As long as our family cultivates the land well, there is still hope!"
The old man with a wrinkled face opposite was smoking a dry cigarette and was worried: "Ma Gan, during this raid by the Imperial Army, our cattle are gone, our sheep are gone, and not even a single chicken is left. If it doesn't rain in the spring, , I’m worried that everything we do is in vain!”
"Second uncle, don't worry. I signed up for the Kuai Dao Club with a few young people from the next village. I'm older. From now on, the three nearby villages will be under our control. As long as we can put those who write slogans all day long into the same league as the emperor Report the news about the anti-Japanese elements that the army is fighting to the Imperial Association Army in the artillery building. From now on, except for the Imperial Association Army, we will have the final say!"
The old man hesitated for a moment: "Did they say how to distribute food?"
"Starting from this year, the number of draws is one out of ten, which is much lower than the previous landowners and wealthy people who drew five out of ten. It is even less than when the national army was here, and it does not send soldiers or pay. This imperial army is really good to us people. !" Ma Gan was also speechless. All the strong laborers in the village had been drained by the Latin faction, and the nearby gun towers were almost fully repaired...
The old man was used to the uncertainty of this world: "Ma Gan, you are still young and don't know how sinister people are. If you weren't born thin, you would have been captured by those bad guys long ago. I always feel terrified. In the past few decades, we have been here There is almost no peace of mind. First, this governor and that commander were stationed in the area. They all said nice things at the beginning, but you must not be fooled by them."
The skinny Ma Gan grinned: "Don't worry about this. This time I am the team leader of the Kuaishou Club. I have the final say in the three villages near us. Besides, outside of the county seat, all the villages in these ten miles are This is the territory of our Kuai Knife Club, and our president has already made an agreement with the security commander in the city. As long as we pay our food on time, they will absolutely guarantee our safety!"
The old man watched the sky slowly become darker and murmured to himself: "How can there be such a good thing in this world? Alas..."
"Second uncle, don't worry, I will definitely let you live a good life!" The fifteen or sixteen year old boy firmly believed.
The old man's wrinkled face is full of sadness. It is not easy to survive under the iron heel of the Japanese. How can life be easy...
This damn thief...
...
Under the moonlight, the earth was dead silent.
The areas between the villages were originally fields, almost all barren. The ruthless drought tore open fist-wide holes in the earth one after another, and there was no trace of life in the cracked land.
Passing by a sparse field of sorghum half as tall as a man, Hu Yi subconsciously went to the ground and took a look. It could be ignited with a fire!
If you can't grow crops, how the hell can you live?
Hu Yi felt a little stuck in his heart. When he was in Qingshan Village, he had done the work himself and knew that if there was no water in the fields, everything he did would be in vain.
Gao Yidao felt similar to Hu Yi. They spent most of their time in the foothills and hills. No matter how dry the weather was, if they dug a few more feet on the ground, there would always be a place where water could be dug out.
The endless desolation is heartbreaking.
There were enemy turrets everywhere, searchlights were swaying around, and pillars of smoke were blown away by the cold wind.
A village popped up not far ahead.
Captain Yang suddenly turned back to Gao Yidao and Hu Yi and said, "After we enter the village, we must not go to the well to draw water!"
"Why?" Gao Yidao asked with a frown.
Captain Yang's face was full of bitterness: "The people depend on this well for their survival, so we don't want to put any more burden on them."
After walking this way for almost ten miles, I heard what Captain Yang said again.
There seemed to be no trace of moisture in the air, and smoke began to rise in the throat.
In the village where we are temporarily stationed today, the wells in the village have been covered. When the soldiers at work removed the manhole covers, Hu Yi and Gao Yidao both took a look. There was water in the well, but not much.
But when it comes to using well water for farming, it’s not enough to plant half an acre of land!
What use can it be?
The village was getting closer, and from a distance we could see a few dozen villagers standing consciously on the grain drying ground at the entrance of the village.
Could it be? Is this to greet the Eighth Route Army?
This gave Hu Yi an unreal feeling, this damn...
The work of the military division is really done well.
Captain Yang walked in front, feeling depressed: "This area is where we have done anti-Japanese work, but these people are too poor. The men were captured by the national army, and those who could move were pulled away by the puppet army. Now All those left behind are old, weak, women and children, and I’m worried about whether they can survive until the summer harvest.”
Gao Yidao next to him suddenly said: "Captain Yang, your work is much better than ours!"
Captain Yang was a little surprised and turned around: "What do you mean?"
Gao Yidao raised his hand and pointed: "Then why are they standing at the entrance of the village? Aren't they welcoming us?"
Captain Yang said with a black line: "Welcome, but... they welcome anyone who comes..."
Gao Yidao was stunned. This was really... a bit weird. Could it be that they also welcomed the Japanese when they came? After thinking about it for a moment, I immediately understood.
Hu Yi also thought that the common people came out to welcome the Eighth Route Army.
Captain Yang quickly figured out the reason for Gao Yidao's question, with a look of sorrow and anger on his face: "You are in the mountains, and you don't know that the traitors of the detective team are running around in every village. The Japanese and puppet troops raid four or five times a year. If the common people come out, If you wait too long, those bloody Japanese will just stab you with bayonets, and the Japanese will come to the door and grab things. What can the common people do? The enemy has raided many times, and they...are used to it."
Captain Yang was walking at the front. Someone among the villagers recognized Captain Yang. A woman with her head wrapped trotted forward: "Captain Yang, I've been waiting for you!"
"Don't be anxious. Speak slowly. Look, we brought food for you..." After Captain Yang finished speaking, he looked at Hu Yi and Gao Yidao with some embarrassment.
Hu Yi did not hesitate and asked Luo Fugui to carry the bag forward and hand it to Captain Yang.
The aunt didn’t hesitate at all and turned around to say hello: “What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and move here and make food for our team!”
After finishing speaking, the aunt looked at Captain Yang: "This time the puppet troops are sweeping up, we have received the news in advance, the food has been buried long ago, and the puppet troops and traitors were easily sent away. It is a pity that the big egg-laying hen at home, He was snatched away by the evil bastard!"
"No, no, no, we all came here after eating!" Captain Yang forced a smile: "As long as nothing happens to us, this place still belongs to us."
The aunt was stunned for a moment: "That's not possible... these grains are your rations, take them away quickly, we can't have them!"
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