In December, the weather has turned cold.
Every household is preparing for winter.
To the east of Yangcun, Fenghuang Mountain, about forty miles away, was the mountain where Liu Yu and the others originally hid.
A large group of people walked out of the mountains with their families in tow, preparing to return to their original villages to celebrate the New Year.
Although there are temporary huts and caves on the mountain, they are unable to keep out the cold.
They were all carried on their hands and shoulders, and some were driving chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and they walked very slowly.
At the same time, there was a middle-aged woman washing clothes beside the mountain stream in the distance.
When the woman heard the sound of livestock, she looked up and saw the people coming down the mountain.
Seeing this scene, she quickly put her clothes into the wooden basin, turned around and ran towards the mountain. Then she thought it was too troublesome to hold the wooden basin, so she simply didn't even want the newly washed clothes, and just put them on the ground and scattered them. The legs ran up the hill.
After about half an hour, the woman ran into the mountain stronghold and directly found the leader of the stronghold.
"Head of the family, come to life!"
The leader was drinking. When he heard there was work to do, he put down his wine bowl and stood up.
"Where?"
The woman gasped: "Just below the mountain, there are hundreds of families driving animals. It looks like there is a lot of oil and water!"
The leader immediately took off the shell gun hanging on the chair behind him and said: "Gather the brothers, go down the mountain and eat the red line!"
After a while, a group of bandits came out of the mountain stronghold.
Judging from their number, there must be more than 50 people.
The weapons they carried were also varied, including shotguns, Hanyang-made guns, 38-year-old guns, and Chinese formal guns. However, there were not many guns, only about twenty.
This group of people took a shortcut and spent half an hour running in front of the people at the foot of the mountain and blocking the way.
The people were immediately panicked, but they were not too afraid.
You’ve seen the Japanese, yet you’re still afraid of a bandit?
I saw an elderly man walking up to the team and clasping his fists in front of the bandit leader.
"The old man is the head of Sanhe Village in front of him. I wonder what kind of hero is in front of him?"
This old man was none other than Uncle Zhang, who had helped take the lead in moving weapons and ammunition for Liu Yu.
The bandit leader was a little surprised to see that Uncle Zhang was not afraid at all.
"I am the head of Qingyun Village, Zhao Yi!"
When Uncle Zhang heard this, he felt bad.
He had also heard about Qingyun Village. It was a famous gangster in the surrounding area, and he killed without blinking an eye. He robbed everyone whether they were officials or ordinary people. I heard that he had robbed Japanese people before!
In the blink of an eye, Uncle Zhang approached and said, "Oh, it turns out it's Mr. Zhao. Aren't you in Longwang Mountain? When did you move to Phoenix Mountain?"
However, his behavior is almost like a hot face but a cold butt.
This Zhao Yi had previously led his men to rob a Japs truck transporting supplies and killed two Japs. However, he was captured by the Japs gendarmerie in Jingxing County.
Now when I heard Uncle Zhang mentioning this matter, he was very angry. In addition, he had drunk some wine just now, and when he became angry, he slapped Uncle Zhang on the face.
Uncle Zhang screamed and fell to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"father!"
Uncle Zhang's children saw this and quickly gathered around.
"Do you care if I go wherever I fall in love?"
Zhao Yiyu was still angry, and pointed at the crowd and shouted loudly: "Folks, I just came to Fenghuang Mountain, and the food rations at home are a little tight. Now I ask you to borrow some. Livestock, food, and money, all are left. If anyone doesn't give, , I will send him to see the King of Hell now!"
When Uncle Zhang heard this, he broke away from his children who were supporting him, walked forward and knelt in front of Zhao Yi, begging: "Master Zhao, you are so generous! We have already been robbed by the devils, what little is left The food rations are all reserved for the winter! If you take them all away, we will starve to death!"
Zhao Yi kicked him away: "Stop talking nonsense. There were famines in the past years, but I didn't see you starving to death!"
Uncle Zhang was also angry now. He stood up and pointed at Zhao Yi and cursed: "Zhao Yi, you are a heartless bastard. If you can, you will rob the Japanese and bully the Chinese people. How can you be considered a hero!"
Upon hearing the word "jail", Zhao Yi's eyes immediately changed from anger to murderous intent. He raised the rifle, pulled the safety, and shot Uncle Zhang.
When they heard the gunshot, everyone was stunned, and the timid ones squatted on the ground holding their heads.
"father!!!"
Seeing Uncle Zhang lying in a pool of blood, his children collapsed and squatted beside their father, crying.
Uncle Zhang's eldest son took out a butcher's knife from the bag and rushed towards Zhao Yi.
"I'll fight you!"
"Bang!"
Zhao Yi raised his hand and shot again.
Immediately, he felt upset. Those who took the lead in resistance like this must die!
Then he fired two more shots at the Zhang family boss.
"Brother!"
Zhao Yi did not look at these people anymore, but glanced coldly at the whole place. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"Hahahaha!" Zhao Yi laughed wildly for a while, then waved his hand.
When a group of younger brothers behind them saw the boss's order, they rushed forward and robbed the people of their property.
During this period, there was naturally another tugging, accompanied by gunshots, and two more men who had resisted a little were beaten to death.
After the search was completed, a young man ran up to Zhao Yi with a bunch of things in his hands and offered the treasure: "Boss, don't tell me, these people are really rich. Look, there are two cans of meat here. !”
But it was these common people who were reluctant to eat the canned food given by Liu Yu and kept it to prepare a good meal for the Chinese New Year.
When Zhao Yi saw the two cans, he smiled and nodded: "That's right, I just happen to go back and open the meat today. Let's go back to the mountain!"
After the bandits left, the villagers dared to move. The families whose people were beaten to death were naturally crying and screaming.
This is Uncle Zhang's house.
The old man had lost his breath a long time ago, and Zhao Yi's shot directly hit his vital part.
The eldest son of the Zhang family is still alive, but he is also on his deathbed.
He held his brother's hand tightly and kept coughing up blood. It seemed that he had been hit in the lungs.
"Second brother, ahem, go and find Captain Liu. From now on, you will join the Eighth Route Army. Ahem, let Captain Liu, let Captain Liu avenge our father..."
"elder brother!!!"
. . . . . . .
At the same time, Yangcun was sixty miles away.
Group Headquarters.
Liu Yu was sitting in the room worrying. What was placed in front of him was a bill, which recorded the accounts of borrowing food from the people this month.
It was fun to shout during training, but within a few days, Liu Yu started to feel sour.
The troops are running out of food!
Originally there were about forty people, and he could still borrow some money from the people in the surrounding villages. Now there were more than a hundred people, but he was worried.
During the day, they practice physical fitness and formation, and at night they have to carry out cultural and ideological education.
The more they practice, the more soldiers will naturally eat.
No, after only one month of training, the entire county brigade's military appearance had just improved a little, but it was almost exhausted.
This was all thanks to the rations that Wu Hongbo saved little by little, begging his grandfather and grandma everywhere, otherwise he would have been hungry a long time ago.
At this time, Liu Yu and Wu Hongbo were sitting and discussing the rations. Both of them kept scratching their heads and ears.
If he hadn't finished smoking the cigarettes he snatched from the Japanese last time, Liu Yu would have lit one now.
Next to him, Wu Hongbo said with a face full of resentment: "I said, next time you go to borrow food, don't call me, I can't stand the looks in the eyes of the folks!"
