Under Zhao Damin's roar, the villagers in Zhaojiacun all woke up.
For the villagers in Zhaojiacun, attracting thieves is no small matter - for more than ten years, no thieves have dared to provoke them. Have these thieves eaten the courage of a bear and a leopard today? He actually trampled on their face like this.
As a result, the angry villagers of Zhaojia Village gathered.
"Folks, our Zhaojia Village has only encountered thieves once or twice in the past few decades. But now these hateful rogue soldiers have stolen all our pigs and grain. How will we live now? "Zhao Damin stood at the front of the team and asked loudly. The whole village was attacked by thieves, and his family was the worst and lost the most food.
The clan elder standing in the crowd wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.
"We have to find them and get them back, get back what we should have!" Someone in the crowd began to respond.
"Yes, that's right, we must scare them, otherwise they won't know that our people in Zhaojiazhuang are not easy to mess with!" Another shout came from the crowd. Obviously, his family lost a lot of things.
For a time, the sound of crusade was endless.
"Okay, let me take the lead this time, look for these damn defeated soldiers, and ask for our original things." Zhao Damin said angrily, but he seemed to have subconsciously forgotten the money that the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion placed at their door. A few pieces of ocean.
The human heart is inherently so sinister. Not all people can understand the overall situation, sacrifice the small self, and then complete the greater self.
Under the surging public sentiment, Zhao Damin began to lead these villagers to kill in the direction where the officers and soldiers of the first battalion came.
Yes, that's right, they were killed, and they still carried destructive weapons such as sickles and hoes in their hands.
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"Brothers, work harder and run quickly. Don't wait until these people catch up and cause trouble for us!" Liu Houming said while breathing heavily, already carrying two bags of rice on his shoulders.
However, not everyone has practiced martial arts, and not everyone can carry two bags of rice on their shoulders like Liu Houming.
Not to mention the officers and soldiers who were so hungry that their muscles were weak. Their physical fitness was not as good as Liu Houming's, let alone their current condition.
Almost each of them was carrying a bag of rice, and there were even two officers and soldiers each driving a pig.
"Adjutant Liu, Adjutant Liu... let's rest for a while! We have been hungry for so long, and we have been marching in a hurry for so long, and our body... our body is... almost unbearable." A relatively thin person in the team The officers and soldiers spoke.
"No, everyone, if you work harder, you can run out soon." For Liu Houming, he was eager to lead people to the group seats immediately, so as to save the common people from catching up and causing a lot of trouble. .
But often, many things are contrary to expectations, such as Liu Houming's current thoughts.
The cries of death from the people behind him were getting closer and closer. Liu Houming felt anxious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
The fire behind him was getting closer and closer. In desperation, Liu Houming put down the two bags of rice in his hand, took out his pistol, and then said to the brothers around him: "Don't leave, we can't leave, prepare to fight!" "
The officers and soldiers of the first battalion are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. In addition, they have gone through ups and downs in the past few days, so their tacit understanding is perfect.
At Liu Houming's order, the officers and soldiers immediately put down the rice in their hands, then took off the guns on their backs, and raised their rifles towards the people behind them.
Faced with the dark muzzles of the officers and soldiers of the Preliminary Battalion, the villagers in Zhaojiacun seemed not to be afraid. They clenched the sickles, hoes, and axes more tightly in their hands. They seemed to be no more afraid than the dozen or so soldiers of the Preliminary Battalion. The impulse of officers and soldiers to fight to the death.
"What do you want to do?!" Liu Houming asked loudly.
"Haha, I want to ask you what do you want to do?! You can't buy food and you still come to steal food from us. Are you tired of life?! What kind of skills do you have to bully us people? If you are a man, put down the gun in your hand!" Zhao Damin asked with a sneer, she didn't believe these people dared to shoot.
"Stealing food?! You cover your heart and tell me, have we put food at your door?! Have you ignored those oceans?! We people are fighting the Japanese army on the front line to survive, how many deaths have we lost? The brothers just broke out. Who are we fighting desperately for? Can't you think about it for all of us and think about it from the perspective of the whole of China?" Liu Houming's face was already blue with anger.
I saw Zhao Damin sneer and said: "There is money, but the money is just your spiritual compensation for the whole village, old and young. You can't take away even one of these grains! As for what I think about for you, stand up Think about it from the perspective of China as a whole, what are you thinking? We are just a bunch of little people. Besides, we didn’t ask you to go to war. Whoever told you to go to war, you just ask for food from whoever told you to go to war. In short, You have to keep the money, and you have to keep the food! Don’t think that we people in Zhaozhuang are easy to bully!”
After hearing these words, Liu Houming finally understood what these people meant.
People who only care about the small self and ignore the greater self have existed throughout the ages. Obviously, these people in Zhaojiacun are the representatives.
Liu Houming sneered and put the pistol in his holster, then took the 38 cap from his comrade next to him, aimed at Zhao Damin who spoke, and asked: "What if I say no?"
Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Zhao Daming said it was impossible not to panic, but the situation had reached this moment, and he could not let all the people in Zhaojia Village look down upon him, so he said: "Then if you have the ability, just Shoot, I bet you don’t dare to shoot. Come on, folks! Get our grain and pigs back!!!”
With that said, Zhao Damin turned around and shouted to the people behind him, with the determination to lead by example and "eliminate harm for the people."
Just when the people, encouraged by Zhao Damin, were about to step forward to grab food, gunshots rang out, and a 38-meter bullet penetrated the muscles of Zhao Damin's thigh, causing his leg to lose strength. He fell to his knees.
At the moment when the gunfire rang out, all the people restrained their impulse to move forward, and then stayed where they were and were at a loss.
"Don't force us, we have no choice. As long as we have something to eat and can survive, we will not steal your food. And the food we leave at your door is definitely enough for you to buy a lot of food. It is definitely not as good as This is a small amount of food! We soldiers worked hard on the front line, and in the end, we didn’t even have a bite to eat. Can you take off the clothes of the brothers around us and see how many scars they have on their bodies? Look. Look at how many of their scars were not stabbed by the Japanese army? Do you know how many of our soldiers and civilians the Japanese army killed on the front line?!" Liu Houming asked angrily.
When encountering this situation, Liu Houming was really sad. He had no choice but to shoot. Otherwise, seeing the brothers around him finally break out of Nanjing, they did not die in the hands of the enemy, but they died thinking about it. At the hands of angry people? Besides, they didn't do anything evil.
Liu Houming was willing to bear all the consequences himself, and was not willing to watch his brothers being crushed or beaten to death by these closed-minded people in Zhaojia Village.
Therefore, it was extremely helpless for him to shoot.
Whichever of the two is less important is a multiple-choice question that adults will do.
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PS: The first update is here!
Some people may want to ask Xiongying, why do you spend time writing these seemingly dispensable plots?
In fact, things like the gunfire in Zhaojiacun were adapted from real events and were personally experienced by my grandfather, but the time was not at this time and the place was not Zhaojiacun.
