A small village in the mountains.
More than twenty households.
No matter how big or small, there are small courtyards.
Low and humble.
It should be a lack of building materials.
Therefore, most houses built on mountains are built with local materials.
Wooden uprights.
Shrub strips are woven into walls.
Paste the outside with yellow mud.
It seems that even yellow mud is not enough.
Therefore, the mountain wind keeps getting into the house through the cracks in the wall.
He Gensheng was busy in the room where candles were lit and the doors and windows were sealed tightly.
Another wounded person was carried out, and when the door curtain was opened, the light accidentally swayed out, and the light was not far away.
Another wounded man waiting in the yard was quickly carried into the house.
In the nearby yard, soldiers who died of serious injuries were seen from time to time, being carried out of the village and buried.
Leaning against the wall, Liu Yuanqing watched as the soldier who was still talking to him not long ago was carried out.
There was not even a piece of white cloth on their bodies.
He didn't like the feeling of being unable to move very much.
He hates having to do everything as planned.
What's even more annoying is the feeling of being useless when you can hear gunfire but can't see the enemy.
But the people in the ninth camp in the village didn't care about him at all.
He couldn't help but yell at the neighbor: "He Gensheng, it's useless for you to save them at this time. You might as well take a gun and go to the battlefield to fight with the Japanese..."
There was no reply from the person in the yard next door. Two rag shoes flew up high and hit Liu Yuanqing accurately.
There was a strange smell and I almost vomited.
Still no one paid attention to him, and the sound of hurried footsteps next door came and went.
The sound of gunfire coming from not far away from the east of the village made Liu Yuanqing's indescribable sense of excitement and excitement even stronger.
I silently calculated the distance in my heart and sighed.
Using a cane, he slowly walked to the door of the woodshed and cursed at the two sculpture-like wounded men sitting at the door: "You two blind fellows, be careful of the bastards in the house and escape..."
A certain sculpture finally looked up: "If you want to escape from me, there is no way!"
"Open the door!"
The sculpture rolled its eyes at the guy and said, "Who are you? Get out of here."
Liu Yuanqing exclaimed: "Hey, if it weren't for my idea, you would have died on the mountain ridge."
"That's not OK!"
"I'll just take a look at that Japanese guy, okay?"
"Take good care of your injuries and don't get into trouble."
"Boy, if the little devil really escapes, you won't be able to cry at all..."
"You don't need to worry."
Liu Yuanqing felt bored when he saw that this oil-and-salt man was not getting in. He turned around and dragged his leg with injured blood vessels slowly out of the hospital.
At a glance, Tian Sanqi, the top commander of the wounded soldier village, was directing the lightly wounded soldiers to set up a battlefield around the village.
However, he was sitting on a stretcher carried by two lightly wounded soldiers, and he was shouting: "Hurry up and pull down all the thatch on the roof, and use the Japanese to throw torches outside and set fire to it..."
"How long does it take to do this? These houses are all made of wood, so they can be built in one go."
"It won't burn as fast as thatch. Don't be nagging and act quickly."
"Oh, my whole body hurts when I move, how can I get up quickly?"
"Within half an hour, I don't care what method you use, everything must be dismantled."
"Company Commander Tian, this is impossible to do unless we set fire to it ourselves..."
"Then demolish the ones near the village entrance first..."
"That's pretty much it..."
Liu Yuanqing followed the stretcher to the east of the village, and was fascinated by the guns that became sparse in the east.
Tian Sanqi, who was on a stretcher, shouted again at the entrance of the courtyard: "Hurry up and tear down the courtyard wall, move the stones to the entrance of the village and block the road into the village."
"Okay..." The rifle leaned against the wall, and a wounded soldier who grinned as soon as he moved started to take action.
Another soldier suddenly asked: "Company Commander, I think that even though I have difficulty moving, can you carry me outside the village and find a place where I can hide and shoot the little Japs with black guns?"
"Well, that's a good idea..."
"I can't leave anyway, so I'm just guarding the entrance to the village. Can you give me one more grenade?" Another wounded man with a bandage on his calf held a stone taken from the courtyard wall with begging in his eyes.
"The battalion commander gave us a total of twenty grenades, not even enough glory bombs. I will shoot them accurately later..."
"The condition of this shell is so good. It would be a pity to smash it later..." Another wounded man, whose legs were wrapped in bandages and could not move at all, sat under the wall and carefully cleaned the shell gun.
"Company Commander, can you stab me when the time comes? I'm afraid... I'll wipe my own neck later and it won't be easy to start..." A soldier with bandages on his head and neck was a little frustrated.
"Then keep a bullet for yourself..."
This guy almost jumped up when he heard this: "No way! I will save the last bullet for the little devil!"
Another one was even a little proud: "Hey, not only thirty, but twenty-five of the Japs who died or were injured in my hands must have been..."
"If I had known I would also be a machine gunner..."
"Being a machine gunner with your small body? Just daydream..."
"If I die, Lao Qin will take good care of my mother..."
"It goes without saying that even ordinary villagers...Old Qin takes good care of him..."
"Hey, what are you doing here? Are you thinking about your divorced wife?"
"I still have a wife to think about, but if you die, there won't even be anyone who cares about you..."
"What does that matter? Lao Qin will burn paper money for me anyway..."
"Have you finished writing your suicide note?"
"Writing nonsense, my family is gone, who should I write to?"
"You can write to Lao Qin and ask him to burn two more for you in the future..."
"Bullshit, I have all my skills. Even if I get to the underworld, I will still be a gangster who kills the Japanese and asks for money for no purpose... Hey... who did you ask to write this?"
"I asked you to learn to read, but you didn't. Are you dumbfounded this time?"
"I know a lot of words, but I can't write them..."
Beside a certain earthen wall, a soldier sitting at the base of the wall was using his bayonet to carve strokes on the pillars supporting the earthen wall. The crooked words read: Fighting to the bitter end, soldier Wu of the 9th Battalion of the Independent Regiment...
"Hey, engrave my name on it too..." Next to him, another wounded man with a bandaged calf was cleaning his rifle carefully, looking up from time to time to read the dim words in the moonlight.
"good..."
A head popped out of the broken window: "And I..."
The group of people in Jiuying didn't look like they were facing a life-or-death situation, but rather like they were just having fun.
Liu Yuanqing came back to his senses and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart: These guys... why don't any of them cry in mourning?
Takahashi Ichiro was hung on the beam of the firewood house and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.
From time to time there were moans and random footsteps.
The method used by the Eighth Route Army to bind people was very strange. The upper body was tightly wrapped, and the forearms were tied together from the elbows.
A rag was stuffed in the mouth, and a bandage was tied around the back of the head.
So much so that he couldn't use his arms to lift his body and then opened his mouth to bite the rope tied to his forearm.
Fortunately, the foundation of the wall was made of stones. As he leaned his body closer to the wall, the vines binding his legs were finally worn away.
He let out a long breath, then kicked off his military boots, lifted his feet up, tried to reach his mouth, and rubbed the tight bandage around his mouth onto his neck.
Using his arms hard, he quickly lifted his body, opened his mouth and bit the thick and strong mountain vine on his little finger...
After a short time, the mountain vine was finally bitten off and released.
He walked to the door cautiously, preparing to make some noise so that the Eighth Route Army outside could come in to check, and then grab the gun...
However, he suddenly felt that there was no need to take this risk.
Just now I heard the guy outside talking about the thatch on the roof, and with a sudden thought, he quickly climbed up to the roof by climbing the vines that tied him, made a hole in the roof, and quickly got out.
In the darkness where the moonlight can't be seen.
Several pairs of big eyes were staring at this scene.
Xiao Hongying looked surprised: "Old bandit Qi, I really have your..."
Qi Laoqi, who was some distance away from Xiao Hongying, smiled proudly: "Hey, even an ordinary Japanese spy has this kind of escape ability, let alone a Japanese who can become the leader of the advancing team..."
In the darkness where the moonlight could not be seen, a voice came out: "Junior sister...hey...platoon leader...I'll take the people and leave first..."
"Be sure to pay attention to safety, leave marks along the way, and be sure to find the Japanese advance team..."
"Don't worry. If you want to escape from Master Dao, there is no way..."
"Don't talk nonsense. If the Japanese enter the military camp, you won't be able to pursue them. Remember not to expose yourself and send someone back to report. This time, my aunt won't kill them with mortars. This matter is not over yet..." Xiao Hong Ying looked excited.
"But didn't Wan Baoxi leave with Luo Fugui?"
"Hey, you don't have to worry about this..."
(Added an update today. Patriotism is not just words, don’t forget...)
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