The world has long been corrupted, and the people on the plains have fled, but it does not mean that there are no people in these desolate lands.
It was still cold on an early spring night.
Even if the coward escapes, he will probably die.
Gunshots rang out on the plains from afternoon to late at night. There were not many bold people in troubled times, and spies from all walks of life gathered near the battlefield.
Let the gods huddle in various places and can no longer hold back. Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways. If the information is not well-informed, it will be impossible to gain a foothold on the plains.
Most of the people in the subdivision have moved away, but this barren land that the Japanese are too lazy to clean up is a good place to develop a base area.
The command headquarters staying on the plains arranged for intelligence networks in various places to slowly report intelligence to a certain village in the base area.
An oil lamp was lit in a dilapidated courtyard house. A middle-aged man frowned and pointed at the map at the dilapidated table: "You said Li Huanzhang and the others were targeted by bandits here?"
"Yes, the correspondent asked for reinforcements, saying that they had taken in more than a hundred bandit prisoners... and many more were captured, and were surrounded by the Japanese."
"How many bandits came?"
"The specific strength of the troops is unknown. The intelligence personnel discovered late at night that a bandit team of more than 100 people had gone to Dahan Village in advance. Dahan Village was a place where Platoon Leader Li and his companions must pass. It is estimated that the bandits wanted to block Li Huanzhang there and then come A front and back attack..."
"Li Huanzhang is a smart man. It should be impossible for him to be easily ambushed by bandits." The middle-aged man nodded.
"Chief, you know things well. According to the correspondent, they should have moved to Shawo Village by now."
"When did the team we replenished the independent regiment leave?"
"They left after dark. If nothing else happened, they were near Li Huanzhang, but most of them didn't have guns."
The middle-aged man slapped the table: "Let's go, let's bring a company over to reinforce! If you dare to take advantage of us, we must take the opportunity to beat up those bandits this time, so that they will be afraid when they hear the word "Eighth Route" in the future!"
"I'll just go. You should stay and take care of the house."
"Okay, be careful."
...
The order had been issued, and Li Huanzhang led people to guard the perimeter, and finally managed to collect more than a hundred numbers.
The militiamen were divided into groups and nervously dug trenches on various roads into the village. Some of them followed the Eighth Route Army soldiers, looking for shooting positions everywhere.
The prisoners and the wounded of the bandits were gathered into a courtyard, where a fire was lit and piled up, and they were all gathered in the courtyard.
There are densely packed people everywhere.
The militiamen are not stupid. As soon as the bandits come, these guys will probably find a way to riot!
So I didn't stay with these prisoners at all, but set up a security position outside the yard. A soldier stood at the door of the yard with a torch, his fingers stringed on the grenade ring. , all the bandits were frightened by the sight.
The man was still talking: "Hey, everyone, listen up! Food will be brought to you later. If anyone wants to do something small, as long as they leave this door, there will be more than a hundred guns outside the door of my compound. Sieve them, and those who want to climb over the wall, listen up, as long as one appears on the wall of this courtyard, I will throw this grenade into the courtyard and see how you die by then!"
The method Li Huanzhang came up with was very simple. Let the bandits keep an eye on the people themselves. That way, anyone who climbs over the wall will definitely be pulled back by others!
The other courtyard not far away is quite large. The original owner should be the landlord of the village. One hundred wounded people from the first battalion, second battalion, ninth battalion and Wang Peng battalion gathered together, which was only slightly crowded.
A fire was lit in the spacious main room. There were people lying on the ground around the fire, sitting in a circle with their backs against the wall. The seriously wounded were lying on the beds in the rooms on both sides. The ground was still a place.
Villagers who helped deliver supplies were unrolling bedrolls to cover the wounded.
The smell of blood filled the air, and as soon as there were more people in the air, there was a smell of sweaty feet.
A soldier from the second battalion who was lying on his side on the bed in the side room of the house was shouting to the soldier from the ninth battalion who was sitting on the ground next to him: "Hey, let me tell you... you were punched through the leg by the Japanese." Is there a hole? I should be able to shoot... What time is it now? Are you embarrassed to stay here? "
The man from the ninth battalion turned and glanced at the man from the second battalion: "I am a machine gunner. Do you think this is a machine gun?"
"Machine gunner? How could your mother's machine gunner be shot in the calf by a Japanese? If he was shot, it should be the bandit's machine gun that shot you, right?"
"Then why did your mother get spanked by the enemy again? Did you point your butt at those bandit soldiers on the battlefield?"
"I was lying on the ground and was shot..." The man from the second company turned to look at the other man lying on the ninth camp: "What about you, you were shot in the arm, at least you can still run... How can you The face was lifted back!”
The one on the ground with his arms tied to his chest had a look of pain on his face, as if he didn't hear anything.
"Didn't you see that his arm was missing from the bandits' mortar blast?" The man from the Ninth Battalion who had spoken earlier was angry: "You Erlian Niu, you have so little kung fu, you don't know how to go out and do something. Business?"
"I... forget it, I can't even sit down now, I'm too lazy to tell you."
"Then can't you still lie down and shoot?"
"Hey, what you said seems to make sense..." The man from the second battalion's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted outside: "Here comes someone!"
A young man who looked like a villager immediately appeared at the door: "Uncle, what's the matter?"
"Hurry up and carry me to the roof, I'm going to fight the bandits!"
The young man said seriously: "My father said, you are the wounded. Before we are all dead, it will not be your turn to go to the battlefield!"
"Who is your father?"
The young man thought for a moment and puffed up his chest: "Company Commander Zhou of the District Team Pei Village Soldiers..."
"Military company commander? Do you know how many bandits are here?"
The young man shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then...where is the bandit now?"
"have no idea."
"Then go and get my gun quickly!"
"I don't know where your gun is..."
"I ask you if you don't know anything. Are you a jobber?"
"No, I ate a piece of beef last night. It tasted so good... If you want to eat it, I'll get it for you..." the young man said sincerely, then turned around and left the house.
Seeing this man saying to get beef, all the wounded soldiers in the room were stunned. In the battle the day before yesterday, a lot of horses were killed... Although only salt was added, the taste of horse meat was really...
But this young man said he was going to get beef? Regardless of beef and horse meat, all the wounded immediately produced saliva under their tongues, and their injuries were half healed.
After a while, the young man who went out came into the house carrying a pile of wood.
The person on the bed couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to get the beef?"
The young man was embarrassed: "Uncle Zheng and the others are still cooking, saying it's not done yet..."
"By the way, this village has been burned several times by the enemy. Where did you find the wood?"
The young man began to set up wood and prepare to light a fire: "Dug it out when digging trenches."
"Trench? You said the militiamen can dig trenches?"
The young man blushed: "Don't underestimate people..."
"Don't worry, this piece of wood looks a bit like a coffin to me."
The man from the ninth camp next to him immediately sneered: "There are no graves on the road to the entrance of the village... How can we dig out a coffin... I'm really ignorant..."
"What the hell do I talk to him about? Besides, who says you can't bury people under the road?"
"You know nothing, buried at the intersection and trampled by thousands of people, generations of ancestors will never be able to stand up..."
"As you say...then we will bury all the Japanese under the road..."
But a wounded man on the ground cursed again: "I said you are a fool, if you want to light a fire... you can't put the firewood next to me, right?"
Everyone turned their heads and saw the young man in a hurry with the firelight reflected in the main room. The pile of wood was placed next to the wounded man.
"Isn't this becoming a roast pig?" someone laughed.
"How can you call your comrade a pig? What kind of consciousness do you have..." A certain wounded soldier stopped him seriously.
Ha ha ha ha...
They burst into laughter, a string of laughter that made everyone on the floor seem to forget their physical pain.
The man from the second camp asked again: "Hey, boy, how old are you?"
"fourteen!"
"Have you ever shot a gun?"
"I've never shot it, but I've touched it a few times. I have a shuttlecock!"
"In this case, you hurry up and call Li Huanzhang over, and tell him that I have something to ask him..."
End of this chapter.
Special thanks to: Hanjiang Chuxue, Tiejun 1992
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