There were fire crackling and black smoke rising into the sky. It was the village that had been set on fire by the Japanese army. When a village with hundreds of households was all set on fire, the intensity of the fire was really scary.
"These Japanese have been stabbed a thousand times!" Villagers in the distance cursed angrily as they watched the black smoke rising into the sky.
But as the saying goes, "Although a home is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time." Now that the iron hoofs of the Japanese invaders have set foot on their village, their village cannot be saved.
"Alas." An old man sighed and said, "The enemy chief is fierce and stubborn, let's save our lives first!"
A group of Japanese troops rushed into the village in pursuit of several defeated Chinese troops, and they were wiped out by another Chinese team that arrived later.
But just before dawn, another Japanese army came to retaliate, but they were ambushed by thirty or forty Chinese soldiers in the village.
It's just that this situation is like two people fighting. Usually one party who suffers a loss will inevitably find a helper, and the fight turns into a back fight.
Just at noon, the Japanese army increased its troops again, and they rushed towards the village aggressively. However, when the Japanese army arrived at the village, there was no one in the village, so the fire broke out!
Why is there no one in the village? That was naturally because the villagers guessed that the Japanese army would come to retaliate, so they withdrew in advance.
"I hope those Japanese don't come after us?" Although the people were heartbroken at this time, they also understood that only when a person is alive can he have everything, and if a person is dead, everything is meaningless.
"Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you see that the Japanese were really coming?" a villager reminded.
The villagers hiding in the woods looked toward the fireworks, and then they saw an earthy figure appear.
But at this moment, gunfire suddenly came from another direction, so the khaki figures that had just emerged from the fireworks chased in the direction of the gunfire.
At this time, seeing the Japanese army moving, Shang Zhen put away his rifle and said hello before leaving. So more than a dozen soldiers behind him followed him and ran to the northwest.
Of course Shang Zhen was afraid that the Japanese army would retaliate against the villagers, so after discussing with the old man in the village, did he let the villagers abandon their homes and businesses and hide outside the village?
The Japanese army would massacre villages and civilians who had nothing to do with the world when they became angry. Yu Shang Zhen and the others had seen too much.
Now, in order to cover the villagers hiding in a forest, they could only shoot at the Japanese army.
"Just keep this distance from the little devils and don't let them catch up." Shang Zhen reminded him as he ran.
And he didn't forget to look ahead when he said this.
There is a river ahead, and there are some people there. It is Mr. Wang and the others.
"Come on, hurry up. After we cross the river, we have to protect Mr. Shang and the others!" Mr. Wang stood by the river and urged the soldiers crossing the river.
But at this moment, a person appeared next to Wang Laomao. That person was Ju Hongxia.
"What are you doing here without the river?" Wang Laomao asked angrily when he saw Ju Hongxia walking up to him with a grace that ordinary women don't have.
"I fainted when I saw the water. I didn't dare to go there!" Ju Hongxia replied apologetically.
"Huh?" Mr. Wang looked at Ju Hongxia.
Naturally, their eyes met as they spoke, and Ju Hongxia's face showed a hint of red just like her name.
Ju Hongxia's injury was not serious.
Just as Wang Laomao speculated, when he rushed out of the ancestral hall, he was hit on the back of the head by a small brick exploded by a Japanese grenade, and the same was true for Ju Hongxia. It was just that the order of the injuries was different.
The difference is that there is now a goose egg-sized bump on the back of Mr. Wang's head, while Ju Hongxia only has a goose-egg-sized bump on the back of her head.
After dawn, someone naturally checked Ju Hongxia's injury.
There was just a bump the size of an egg on the back of the head. What kind of injury was that? To put it in Northeastern dialect, it’s really bloody (evil) and clapping hands...
"Tiger Zhuzi, carry her over to me!" Wang Laomao ordered
"No, no need!" Ju Hongxia waved her hands quickly, "I'll cross the river with you!"
Ju Hongxia spoke a little loudly, and everyone who had not yet entered the water looked at her and Mr. Wang.
However, they only took a glance. The Japanese army was chasing them now, and this was not the time to waste time.
Mr. Wang grinned after hearing Xu Hongxia's words. He was about to say why a little girl like you has so many things to do, but Ju Hongxia had already said again: "Thank you uncle for saving me last night!"
Uncle?
This sentence really worked, and Mr. Wang was immediately stunned by the orange red clouds!
Yes, he is now in his forties. And Ju Hongxia is only in her twenties, so it’s okay for people to call him uncle!
Only then did Mr. Wang understand why Ju Hongxia wanted to cross the river with him.
Never mind how seriously Ju Hongxia was injured at that time, no one could tell in the dark. And in the end, wasn't Ju Hongxia brought out by Mr. Wang?
He must think that he is old enough to be her uncle and father, so he won't take advantage of her, right?
While they were talking, others were already crossing the river, and only Wang Laomao and Ju Hongxia were left on the bank.
As the saying goes, Northeastern people are more afraid of respect than violence. This is most obvious in Wang Laomao.
Wang Laomao looked at the way Ju Hongxia looked at him, and he suddenly felt an emotion called "care" that he didn't even know how to express.
There is only trust, uh, and beauty, you can’t live up to it!
Wang Lao Mao raised his legs and entered the water. Now was really not the time to grind, so Ju Hongxia also followed him into the water, and even directly stretched out his hand to grab Wang Lao Mao's lapel.
How deep is this water? The male soldier could show his head, but the problem was that Ju Hongxia was a woman, and her height was only a little over 1.6 meters tall. She would have lost her head when she reached the deepest part of the water.
In this way, Mr. Wang "dragged" Ju Hongxia through the water for a few meters, and the water became deeper.
What's the point of talking about anything else at this point? If Mr. Wang doesn't take Ju Hongxia across the river, he won't be a Northeastern man!
As soon as Mr. Wang's right hand was around, he grabbed Ju Hongxia's hand that was holding the lapel of his clothes, while his left hand raised his flower trap above his head.
At this time, Little Dustpan and the others were waiting in the middle of the water. In the end, Little Dustpan took Old Man Wang's gun, and Ju Hongxia was carried across the river by Old Man Wang!
"Why do you have to walk along this river?" Ju Hongxia asked when she got off Wang Laomao.
"You can hold off the little devil for a while." Mr. Wang replied absentmindedly.
At this time, he still felt itchy on the back of his neck.
It is a kind of sensory residue, which literati call "breathing like orchid".
Note: Bloody (evil) hands are drawn, which means exaggerating and making a fuss out of a molehill.
