If it weren't for the screams earlier.
In addition, soldiers from the ninth battalion rode on twelve bicycles and left.
Nothing seems to be happening outside the village.
There was no blood on the ground.
The land on the main road at the entrance of the village has been shoveled half a foot and has just been filled with new soil.
"Why did you stab the Japanese in the eye?" Ma Liang complained, "It made everyone scared."
"Less bleeding." Madman Yang was a little impatient.
Ma Liang had a dark face: "What's missing again? It's all over the chest and back, and even the brain pulp was poked out."
“No need to make up”
"Why don't you need to make up for it?"
"Mending clothes," Madman Yang said, and jumped onto the roof next to him, intending to bask in the sun for a while.
"Don't leave, pass it on to me again"
Some people eventually disappeared, stripped naked and buried in the ground. The crops in this location will definitely be more lush next year, and the food grown here will definitely be delivered to the city.
The villagers have even thought about the future.
The Eighth Route Army also kills people, but fortunately, they only kill Japs and traitors who are robbing their own land.
Anyone who talks like a bird is a devil, no matter whether you are a civilian or not.
Still thinking about the villagers, more than a dozen eight-robbers pretended to be traitors and rode their bicycles to the west.
Even if the Japanese detective team investigated afterwards, they would never be able to find Xiangmo Village.
All the villagers have to do is keep this secret in their stomachs.
It seems that the rumor that the Eighth Route Army is a people's team is true.
Killing the Japanese is not unambiguous.
I heard that in several villages next door, the boys in the family secretly joined the Eighth Route Army and were taken care of by the Eighth Route Army.
As long as people in your own village don't tell anyone, it will be fine.
Moreover, the Japs are going to merge villages and towns. I heard that the villagers who enter those centralized settlements will be worse off than dead.
After weighing the pros and cons, investing in Eight Road is the best choice!
I heard that the Eighth Route Army also recruits girls
"Sir, my second son is sixteen. Do you think he can join the army?" The village chief led more than ten villagers with dirty faces and ragged clothes. The villagers led the eldest son of the family and appeared from everywhere.
Luo Fugui was very busy: "Of course you can. You can go west from here from Lushuipu into the mountains. If anyone asks, just say that you want to join the 9th Battalion and 9th Company of the Independent Regiment, and someone will receive you."
The staff of the investigation team were a little confused. When they conducted household surveys earlier, every household said they had no strong labor force.
Where did these young people with good physical fitness come from?
Several girls, with faces as black as the bottom of a pot and hair that looked no different from men, stood outside the courtyard holding the corners of their clothes, not daring to come forward.
The chief's wife who stayed in the village stepped forward with a friendly look: "Daughter, do you want to join the Eighth Route Army?"
"I know how to mend clothes. Will the Eighth Route Army accept me?"
"Of course. Look, that pretty girl over there. Isn't she the Eighth Route Army?"
"Wow" the girls started crying
"Cry and tell all the grievances in your heart." The chief's wife motioned to Song Xiaoci to take a photo.
Such news material must be publicized.
Although there are not many female soldiers in the Eighth Route Army, there is definitely no problem joining the clothing factory, health team, or even the Women's Rescue Society.
It seems that work in the plains is not difficult to do. To make the people agree, they must know that the Eighth Route Army is the people's team.
When a person joins the Eighth Route Army, in fact a family or even a family will become a firm supporter of the Eighth Route Army.
To give them hope, attacking the county town and then launching a local counterattack is their greatest hope!
The people have a balance in their hearts and know who they can trust.
For the chief minister's wife, doing this kind of grassroots work is easy.
I have seen too many tragic scenes of being burned, killed, and looted by the Japanese.
She felt vaguely that something was wrong with what happened outside the village, but she really didn't care at all.
Even thinking.
The Eighth Route Army has military regulations. Can the Japanese be defeated by sticking to the rules?
All the rules are formulated to defeat the Japanese!
Madman Yang sat on the roof with his arms folded. He didn't like the messy scene in the yard.
But listening to the noise and looking at those excited faces.
No one asked if there was military pay.
No one asked if there would be a pension army after death.
No one even asked where the troops were after joining the Eighth Route Army.
Except men.
And women.
There were even half-grown children who were crying and unwilling to leave.
Crazy Yang's expression finally turned serious.
From the bottom of his heart, he really looked down on the Eighth Route Army at all.
I even look down on those villagers who may have never even washed their faces in their lives.
He had never looked at those villagers before.
Because he is the best soldier in the world.
He is the best student.
It is an existence they can only look up to.
Drink coffee, eat Western food, listen to beauties singing at Paramount, watch the graceful figures of dancers, and stroll around the bustling streets with beauty.
There are cars and even planes to get in and out.
Even yesterday, he had disliked the rags and patches on his body.
The officers of the national army played and sang every night, drank wine every night, and played beautiful and elegant music.
Family members of officials take advantage of their privileges to do business and resell arms to make money for the country.
Those were once my dreams.
There was an old man in the yard who was yelling because the Eighth Route Army refused to accept his grandson: "Your mother, you look down on me? My son is a year old from Wu Shui. He just grows a little slower. In another year, he will be able to grow up." Higher than the line you drew.”
Several staff members were not angry and tried to persuade me earnestly.
In the end, the old man couldn't stand it and reluctantly agreed to accept it.
The old man left happily and shouted when he saw the villagers.
Madman Yang's eyes were a little moist, this was his compatriot.
Compatriots struggling to survive under the iron heel of the Japanese.
Crazy Yang suddenly jumped down from the roof.
Walking up to a kid with no pants, bare buttocks and a runny nose, he squatted down and took out all the family property in his pocket, including three oceans.
Hu Yi promised him that after the mission was completed, he could leave freely.
He agreed that Chang Hongying, the girl, would join the Eighth Route Army, just as a temporary measure.
He has an upright temperament and repays kindness. Jiu rescued his brother, and he was willing to do dirty work as an animal for Jiuying for his brother.
After this matter is over, even if he goes up the mountain to become a bandit or becomes a bandit, he will continue to fight the Japanese.
He has faith in the nation, civil rights and people's livelihood in the early years of the former Prime Minister.
Letting the people afford to eat and not be bullied is the people's livelihood.
If ordinary people are equal to those in power, that is civil rights.
Those who dare to fight the Japanese and sacrifice their lives for it are the only nation.
On the other hand, in the Eighth Route Army, this morning, the "chief", who was older than the regiment leader, ate porridge and mixed-noodle steamed buns like everyone else.
These villagers, as long as they are tall and old, they are soldiers or Eighth Route Army soldiers. There is no difference between them at all!
The Ninth Battalion worked tirelessly to fight the Japs. When the Japs raided, the guerrillas in the mountains always moved the people away first, and they themselves must stay at the back.
Villagers joining the army in the yard.
No one asked them about their education level.
No one asked them about their family background.
No one disliked their rags.
No one cares that there are lice crawling on their clothes occasionally.
He could clearly see that the chief's wife had patches on both elbows.
When talking to those dirty bitches, there was no look of disdain in their eyes.
My ideals turned out to be in these simple villages.
The kid across from me snorted and raised his face: "Uncle, Mom said you can't ask for other people's money."
At the end of May in the Gregorian calendar and April in the lunar calendar, it is still a bit cold in places where there is no sunshine.
The child's naked buttocks had snot flowing out of two grooves, flickering from time to time.
"Uncle, give it to you." Madman Yang said with sore eyes, "Keep it."
