under fire

Luxi Plain.

The men of Shandong have always had a tradition of "resistance to foreigners", and the fearless temper of the hometown of Confucius and Mencius who is not afraid of death is not an exaggeration.

He didn't even care about those little devils who were only as high as his chest.

There are so many heroes from all walks of life taking up the banner of anti-Japanese war!
The southeast, northwest, and several route armies, self-defense forces, anti-enemy teams, commanders, brigade commanders, regiment commanders, captains, and the number of teams registered in any county can be counted on one's fingers.
The enemy's sneak attack methods were endless, so much so that the enemy stationed in major counties and the puppet police detectives in the security brigade did not dare to go out alone to hunt wild food.

Faced with these anti-Japanese elements, where almost all the people were soldiers, the Japanese adopted a gentle "recruitment" policy in the early years to support the traitors to form and maintain the government.

Recently, the anti-Japanese forces have been continuously active, and the Japanese have begun to use high-pressure policies to retaliate with crazy killings.

The method used was cruel: pulling a net to massacre the village!
In the eyes of the Japanese, this is called "no destruction, no establishment".

At that time, people will be driven over from other occupied areas and enslaved to grow grain and mine.

The Japanese madly carried out the "Three Guangs" policy and the people in the villages on the east bank of the canal suffered heavy losses. Many anti-Japanese teams no longer exist!
sunset.

A tall man wearing a straw hat, with a sickle flying in his hand, bundled the cut wheat with a straw rope, raised his head and wiped the sweat with a towel hanging around his neck.

I looked up at the sunset... It shouldn't rain again in the past two days, and turned to look at the folks harvesting in the fields.

The worried expression on his face was obvious, and it was obviously the harvest season in autumn, but he was still very upset in his heart.

There was a tinkling sound, and a tall man rode a bicycle toward him, shouting from a distance: "Commander Wang Shun, there's something going on..."

"What's going on?" Wang Shun frowned slightly.

The man leaned his bicycle on the side of the road, picked up the teapot between the ridges and took a sip from the spout before speaking: "I have informed you a few days ago that everyone is harvesting crops in their respective villages these days. As agreed, Liu Pingwa will come here every afternoon to report the situation. They haven’t come yet, and they haven’t sent anyone yet.”

"What time is it right now?"

The man in gray clothes quickly took out a wall clock from his pocket and took a look at it: "04:30..."

Wang Shun immediately put down his sickle: "Go back to the village..."

After returning to the village, Wang Shun immediately called someone to gather his brothers who were working in the fields.

Relying on the informants deployed in the county to provide information, the old and young men in the village were moved away every time before the Japanese and puppet troops came out to raid, and the villagers in several villages were lucky enough not to suffer too much losses.

A severe drought caused the canals to dry up, and the refugees who fled made life difficult for the villagers in his small territory.

There is a shortage of manpower. Not only do they have to help the villagers harvest sorghum, corn and wheat, but they also have to send people to keep an eye on the northern county to beware of Japanese raids in autumn.

In the past two years, the Eighth Route Army has secretly established some kind of base area along the canal.

They continue to organize refugees to enter the villages that were massacred by the Japanese for reconstruction, and they continue to grow.

I once met Commander Zhang of the Eighth Route Army.

The poor guy with patches on his body seems to want to include himself
You are the commander and I am also the commander. What do you use to recruit me?

We are all in the anti-Japanese army. I respect you as a man and just make friends.

After several consecutive heavy rains in the past half month, the water in the canal and river surged again.

Suddenly he remembered what Commander Zhang had told him a few days ago: the Japanese put the inhumane tiger bacteria into the river in order to clear out all the people along the canal.

He didn't believe this.

With a water system as big as the canal, I have never heard of poisoning in the canal.
While thinking wildly, people kept coming to the big locust tree at the mouth of the tree. After saying hello to Commander Wang Shun, they patted their hair and went to fetch water from the well next to the locust tree to wash themselves.

A middle-aged man came to Wang Shun: "Commander, Liu Pingwa, who is responsible for the security of Donglu Village, brought the brothers from the Red Spear Association, but he did not see them."

"It's almost dark now..." Wang Shun raised his head and looked at the sky: "Have you sent someone to check?"

"We are collecting it now. We are short of manpower. I will ask Mr. Wang, the old security guard, to arrange for people to go there... I think he will come back later to report the news."

People from two villages did not come over on time to report that they were safe. Wang Shun suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart and immediately waved his hand: "Let the brothers take the guys and go to Donglu to have a look!"

Soon, more than ten bicycles were pushed out of the village, clanking southward along the field path.

Half an hour later, I finally saw an old man walking tremblingly south on crutches in the sunshine in front of me. Wang Shun worked harder, mounted the bicycle vigorously, and finally caught up with the old man. He didn't care that he was sweating profusely, and asked with hooded face: "Second uncle, why are you here?"

"Eldest nephew?" The second uncle who turned around when he heard the sound of the bicycle wiped his sweat and felt a little embarrassed: "I have been busy in the fields for the past two days and I haven't seen any little devils coming out. I think there should be nothing wrong with me coming to Donglu Village. I am looking for strong laborers. Everyone is rushing to collect it, so your second uncle and I made the trip myself."

Wang Shun turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had reported the news before: "Your mother, you asked for news. Is this the arrangement?"

The middle-aged man looked at the old security guard with an aggrieved look on his face: "Hey, my second uncle, I asked you to call a young man to take a look. How can you fix this for me?"

"Brother, the situation is not good. It seems that the people in Donglu Village did not come out to work today." The man sitting on the bicycle next to him put his right foot on the ground and took out the shell gun.

"Shut up! I'm not blind..." Wang Shun shouted, looking warily at the crop fields outside Donglu Village not far ahead.

No smoke was seen in the village, which meant that there were no Japanese or puppet soldiers raiding, killing or setting fire to the village.

In the evening, it was a good time to work. Wang Shun became increasingly uneasy: "Go and have a look in the village."

A group of people riding bicycles left Uncle Wang behind.

It brought up a stream of dust and rushed towards Donglu Village.

From a distance, I saw a low wall at the edge of the village. Part of the houses that had been burned by the Japanese were re-paved with reed poles. There was not much movement inside or outside the village.

"Brother, something's wrong!" The tall man in a short coat walking at the front suddenly stopped his bicycle.

When Wang Shun put one foot on the ground, the big man said: "There is no one around, something must have happened in the village."

Wang Shun took a sharp breath into the breeze blowing from the south. It smelled of blood, and his heart sank: "No, it's probably the night raid team of the detective team that took control of the village."

"Get ready for battle!" Wang Shun dropped his bicycle and ran quickly into the village to marry, preparing to leave the road and go around the village.

Ba. Gou. Er.
Suddenly a gunshot was heard in the village, and then several more shots were fired in succession.

After spending five or six years in the Japanese-occupied areas, Wang Shun immediately recognized the sound of the "March [-]th Big Cover" of the Japanese.

He had seen this gun before, and during the Japs' raids, he had tricked a team of Japs into getting more than ten of them.

Unfortunately, the [-]-cap bullets were difficult to handle, so they had to be sealed in the cellar after polishing off the pointed bullets.

It seems that the little devil has entered the village.

I didn't receive a letter from the county informant, so I guess the kid who came to the village was not from Guan County.

I have some doubts in my heart. Donglu Village is more than ten miles away from the canal and quite far from the highway. What is the little devil doing here?
Wang Shun can be considered courageous and resourceful to have been the commander of the Japanese-occupied area for six years.

He rushed directly to the village without any care.

He immediately ordered one of his men to go back and shake people off, and he led eight of his men to continue walking around the village from the crop fields outside the village.

There was water in the ditch, making it inconvenient to run. He did not approach the village from the wheat field.

The wheat fields are not high enough to hide people.

Moreover, crops are expensive these days, and it is easy to ruin the crops by walking around the crop fields.

Gunshots continued to ring out in the village.

Wang Shun was so anxious that he trotted forward in the ditch with his waist bent.

Finally, we arrived at the small forest in the east of the village where the light had dimmed.

I could faintly hear the heart-rending cries for help and the wanton screams of weapons!

Wang Shun waved his hand and told his brothers to disperse. Relying on his skill and boldness, Wang Shun took the lead and quickened his pace towards the east wall of the village.

He is very familiar with Donglu Village. The courtyard to the east of the village is the home of Old Han Wei.

"Beast, let me go. Help me." The voice was filled with fear.

"The voice... sounds a bit like the voice of a girl from the Wei family..." The middle-aged man next to Wang Shun turned pale.