"Kid, what do you want Uncle Eighth Route Army to do with him?" Li Shiyi knelt down and asked amiably.
"Kill the big bad guy! The big bad guy bullied my mother! Hit you! Beat you!" The child was not afraid even if he was stared at fiercely, and would hit people with his little fists.
Seeing this, she hurriedly pulled her back, but her slight body could not withstand the devastation of the desperadoes.
This kind of desperado cannot be allowed to hurt good people again.
"You little bastard, if you dare to shout, beat me, I will kill you." The yellow-faced middle-aged prisoner said viciously, his eyes seemed to want to eat people.
He said to Li Shiyi: "This Eighth Route Officer, I have gone through life and death on the battlefield, fighting for the country, and people die every day.
Nowadays, the death of a troublemaker is not a big deal. Why don't you let me go, and I will work hard for you, every spit and every nail. "
"Is fighting for the country your reason for killing people?! Don't you have a wife and children? How could you do it?" Li Shiyi shouted.
"I don't have a wife or children. During the war in the Central Plains, my parents were killed by rebel soldiers. When we fought against the Japs, my brother died." The middle-aged bearded man said in a low voice.
"This is no reason for you to kill others! Xin Zhongtian, drag him aside and beat him to death!"
He waved his hand and asked Xin Zhongtian to lead someone to drag him away.
"Hahaha! Eighteen years later, I am a good man again!" The middle-aged bearded man laughed crazily when he saw no chance of survival.
"This..." Xin Zhongtian had never done this kind of thing before and was a little hesitant.
When Zhou Zhi saw him, he took the lead and said, "I'll fight."
Li Shi nodded: "Xin Zhongtian, take someone with you."
"Hahaha! Eighteen years later, I am a good man again..."
…
Seeing the middle-aged bearded man being dragged away and beaten to death, the villagers' trust increased greatly.
The villagers rushed to plead: "Commander of the Eighth Route Army, my name is Dagen, he beat my eldest baby to death!".
An old man cried bitterly with his mouth wide open, his cheeks full of tears, pointing at a young captive of the recalcitrant army, and said bitterly.
"Pull him out!" Li Shiyi followed the old man's instructions, tied up the young recalcitrant prisoner, and threw him to the old man.
"Ah! I don't want to die. I haven't taken a wife yet. Don't hit me, please." When the young captive saw the old man with his young son and a wooden stick in his hand, he ran away quickly.
But he was knocked to the ground and hit hard by the old man with a wooden stick.
"Da Niu! Da Niu! The soul is back. Dad has avenged you. Don't suffer when you walk down there." The old man slapped him hard and shouted to the open space, as if he was talking to his dead son. The soul calls back.
Li Shiyi frowned.
Is this a soul call?
Feudal superstition?
However, he didn't say anything and allowed the villagers to take revenge and complain.
Wang Saner was also identified by the kind-hearted villagers and found out who killed his old mother. He gritted his teeth and dragged her aside and beat her to death.
…
After dealing with the recalcitrant army's destruction of the village, murders and arson, and the killing of three prisoners of the recalcitrant army who had killed all the people in the village, they stopped.
As for the longer-term cruelty, Li Shiyi didn't know how to find his enemy.
Based on the bad records of this stubborn group of soldiers, it is impossible that the victims are just this village.
"Bury the four people who just took advantage of the chaos to escape." Li Shiyi noticed the bodies of the four stubborn soldiers who were killed and asked the prisoners to bury them together with the prisoners who had been killed by the villagers before.
I saw the collapsed thatched house that had not been tidied up.
Let some people watch the prisoners and equip them with weapons, and he led the team to help the people clean up the ruined houses and corpses.
When the people in the village saw the Eighth Route Army helping to clean up the broken families, the deep sadness on their faces became better.
He said to the Eighth Route Army: "Sir, you can't do it, you can't do it. We can just do the rough work!"
"It's okay, fellow countryman, our Eighth Route Army is the people's soldiers, and it is our duty to help the people." Li Shiyi said seriously.
Seeing how serious the chief was, the villagers who wanted to persuade him again were choked up.
He fell silent and walked away slightly embarrassed, picking up the pieces of his broken family.
They were far away from the Eighth Route Army, but when they were close, the villagers felt unnatural physically and mentally.
Seeing how hard the Eighth Route Army was working, villager Uncle Gen brought a bowl of water to Li Shiyi.
"Sir, are you tired from working? Come and have a drink of water."
Li Shiyi lowered his head and looked at the chipped pottery bowl he brought. Although the water was not clear enough, it was full of deep gratitude.
So he refused and said: "Fellow fellow, our Eighth Route Army has rules and regulations. We cannot take a needle or a thread from the common people, so we cannot drink the water."
"How can this be like this? You don't even give me a drink of water when you help me work. When the village finds out, they poke my uncle Gen in the back."
The yellow and black dull foreskin hand held the pottery bowl, and the person suddenly became anxious, fearing that the neighbors in the village would poke his spine.
"Oh, really, fellow countrymen, don't make things difficult for us. This is our responsibility as soldiers of the people." Li Shiyi still declined.
"Fellow, don't call me sir. My surname is Li. Just call me Platoon Leader Li."
Seeing that he refused repeatedly and refused to drink water, he was in a stalemate for a while before he gave up.
soon.
After roughly cleaning up, Li Shiyi arranged for Wang Saner to preside over the subsequent burial work in the village.
Because Wang San'er's old mother unfortunately suffered a military disaster, he was the only one in the family.
So I applied for bereavement leave for him and went back to the regiment headquarters to apply for him later.
He looked down and saw his pants being pulled down.
Li Shiyi pointed at the child.
"Who will adopt this child?"
The thin little body was dressed in loose clothes, as if draped in a piece of cloth.
The straw shoes, which were four or five sizes too big, had holes in the toes, and the rotten linen stuffed inside leaked out, no longer keeping them warm.
If it weren't for the fear of freezing her feet in winter, she might not have any shoes to wear.
The small feet kept shrinking in the wide shoes, as if the heels could be warmer.
However, the villagers were silent after hearing this. They were not rich either.
What's more.
If he is not a boy, he will never be raised in a family that cannot afford food.
There is also a folk tradition of infanticide.
Seeing the looks in their eyes, Li Shiyi understood that he probably wouldn't be able to feed them.
He didn't know one day that he would receive the news of the child's accidental death.
However, he still said something special: "Since everyone is in trouble, we will raise the child together.".
"Sir, have mercy!"
"Sir, Eighth Route Army, we are indeed in difficulty!"
The villagers said that they had suffered a military disaster and were unable to feed their children.
Hearing this, Li Shiyi almost fell out, and all the supplies that the stubborn prisoners had snatched were returned to them.
They also killed some villagers, so there should be more than enough food.
It’s just that I’m afraid that when I grow up, I won’t be able to provide for myself until I die.
Li Shiyi still smiled and said: "I understand, I understand everything you said.".
"Collect the team! Get ready to return to the group!"
…
Sudden.
Li Shiyi, who was directing the soldiers to evacuate, had a look on his face.
He frowned and said, "Hurry up, evacuate immediately!".
"People from the 772nd Regiment? What are you doing here?"
Three minutes later, the soldiers in the third platoon urged the stubborn prisoners and told them how to deal with it. The Eighth Route Headquarters was responsible for it.
This sentence made the terrified captives relax.
Be honest and obey the driving.
After the villagers' gifts were delivered to the village entrance, Li Shiyi led the team to leave.
