under fire

Chapter 376 The Tragedy
Ma Liang followed the guide and brought the sharp soldiers to Shenjia Village. It was almost dawn when they arrived at Shenjia Village. After arranging the sharp soldiers to go to the far distance outside the village, they returned to the village.

"What are you talking about? My god!" Luo Fugui, who arrived later, had just entered the village when he heard from Ma Liang that the village militia had captured more than a dozen cannibalistic villagers who stared at the dead fish and screamed.

, Immediately afterwards, the long team drove into Shenjia Village.

"I'll arrange accommodation for the political commissar and company commander first, and I'll have to arrange someone to change the post later. You go to the village first, and I warn you, don't mess around here, this is Baobai Village!" Ma Liang turned and left after speaking.

Half an hour later, a table was set up in the courtyard of Mr. Shen's house, and several people gathered around in the unlit darkness before dawn.

"I've heard that some people planed and cooked the dead. I didn't believe it at first, but this time they really captured a dozen people who fled from the south." Occupying the area, the evil deeds done by the little devil are too numerous to describe.

Everyone was stunned on the spot. In fact, they had heard of it a long time ago, but this time they really met.

"You little devil is no better than a beast!" Wang Peng scolded, and the blame must be put on the devil's head.

"How about we do it in the daytime today?" Platoon Leader Wang suggested bitterly, unwilling to wait for a quarter of an hour.

"Political commissar, how should we handle this matter?" Lao Meng couldn't help asking.

"You guys go to sleep first, and I'll talk to the old village chief later." The political commissar's flat voice was tinged with sadness.

Old Mrs. Shen was really excited. Before the national army came, he was the head of the village. After the devils came, he was the village maintenance chairman. Fortress Village.

In the past, staff members of the Eighth Route Army often passed by the village to take a rest, but he didn't show up in person.

This time he heard that the entire village was filled with troops, but they all stayed in the courtyard and slept under the eaves. Not a single soldier entered the houses of ordinary people. The Eighth Route Army was indeed very disciplined, and his view of soldiers changed greatly.

Before the political commissar sent someone to invite him, he took the initiative to come to the door.

"Cunchang Shen? Hello, my surname is Ding, the captain of the armed task force!" After hearing the guide's introduction, the political commissar greeted him enthusiastically, but did not disclose the number of the independent group.

"I have looked forward to it for a long time, and you will be relieved when you come here!" Village Chief Shen was so excited that his beard was shaking.

"Don't worry, our Eighth Route Army has always kept its word. Lao Zhou confirmed contact with you according to the instructions of his superiors. Thank you for your support to our Eighth Route Army. We are now fighting against Japan together. We are friends. We will remember your support for us." on."

"You are too polite, Commissar Ding, let's not talk about polite words. I know you are also in trouble when the country is in crisis, but the south is already in chaos. In the past when such catastrophes were encountered, the governments of all dynasties would provide disaster relief. grain, but when the god damned devils came, they led the security forces, and they still collected taxes and grain from every village and village as usual."

"We all know these things, so we unite to fight against the devils. How is the situation in the village?" the political commissar said calmly.

"Our village is okay, we have a little savings, and we have completed the task of food distribution by patchwork. But those poor people in the south have nothing to harvest in a year. What do they use to pay the food? If they can't pay, how can they survive? ?”

"Is the situation serious?" Ding De frowned.

"For those who can't pay the food, the devils bring the traitors directly into the village to rob them. If they refuse to obey, they will destroy the village directly, and they will clamor for not paying the food? What's the use of keeping it? What they do is to People are being forced to death! Some folks in the south who have been robbed of their rations have already seen cannibalism!" Old village head Shen burst into tears, and there is no such thing as a highly respected image on weekdays. .

The guide hurriedly advised: "Our chief is here to help the poor, please drink a sip of water first."

Ding De looked stern: "Our Eighth Route Army will never sit idly by, so don't worry!"

"That's great, but what about the dozen or so we caught?

"This..." Ding Deyi hesitated, knowing that he was talking about those people digging graves for food, and he had never encountered such a miserable situation in the world before.

"Let's talk about it, what do you think?" The political commissar looked at Hu Yi, Lao Meng, and Wang Peng who were sleeping on the ground and got up again when they heard the sound.

"Why don't you give them some food and let them fend for themselves?" Lao Meng suggested loudly in the dark. He felt that these people who had eaten people were not worthy of being called human beings at all.

"Commander Wang, do you have any suggestions?" The political commissars asked one by one. Old Meng Wangpeng had a higher position, so he naturally spoke first.

"Uh, this is the first time I've heard of this. How about reporting it and letting the superiors decide?" Wang Peng scratched the back of his head and couldn't help shivering again.

"Mr. Shen, what are you going to do if we don't come?" The political commissar didn't ask Hu Yi, but turned to old Mrs. Shen.

"What else can we do? When we meet such people, of course we have to bury them alive and let them be buried with the girls of the Wang family." A middle-aged man who was beside Mr. Shen gritted his teeth.

"Hu Yi, what do you think?" The political commissar was speechless, feeling that this must be inappropriate, and it was not easy to object. He turned his head again and looked at his subordinate general Hu Yi in the dark, hoping that he could understand what he meant.

Hu Yi knew very well that eating people is one thing, but burying them alive is another. At least this can't happen under his nose. After thinking about it, he finally said, "Devils are beasts, but we are not. I think... otherwise, They just dug up the corpses you buried, Mr. Shen, look, can you let them go, give them some food, and send them to the security regiment stationed in the west of Xujiazhuang?"

"They came out with more than 100 people, and now there are only more than ten people left. Don't you think about it, where are those people who disappeared?" As soon as the middle-aged man said this, everyone's hearts immediately turned cold.

Hu Yi didn't expect this matter to be so complicated. Not surprisingly, they actually attacked their companions. Thinking of this scalp is about to explode: "Well, let's deal with this matter!".

"Since the officer has spoken, of course I have nothing to say. Third, take the officer to Chief Wang Bao's side now!"

The political commissar rarely stayed, was polite, and kept silent.

Until only he, Wang Peng and Lao Meng were left in the room.

After a long time, the political commissar seemed to be getting old all of a sudden, and spoke again weakly: "It seems that the superior fought this battle not just to avenge the devil's last raid!"

Wang Peng and Lao Meng kept silent.

When we reached the southern village, the sun was rising high.

Looking at the huge reservoir, Hu Yi felt much calmer.

Wang Baochang, who got the news, had been waiting at the entrance of the village.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!" Ma Liang stepped forward and greeted the old security chief. Hu Yi seldom interacted with villagers, except for guns, and rarely communicated with people.

"You are?" Chief Wang Bao hurriedly asked.

"My name is Ma Liang, and I'm the small captain of the work team."

"Captain Wang, you guys are here. We can't live in this world of cannibalism anymore."

"That's fine, you arrange someone to take us to see those people who fled the famine." After talking about such a thing, Ma Liang turned to look at Hu Yi, and didn't say much.

With a creak, a villager guarding the door opened the door of the room where the villagers were being held, and a foul smell rushed out of the room.

In the dim light, there seemed to be rows of black shadows hanging against the wall in the room.

The guarding villagers rushed into the house, and there were three or four lying on the floor of the house, with their hands under their noses, without breathing at all, and then shook their skinny bodies, which had already become stiff.

Bite the scalp and touch the hanging figure, it seems that it has been hanging for a long time, the body has become stiff, and the corpse's buttocks have a suffocating stench.

Quickly withdrew his hand, rushed out of the door, and shouted to the outside world in shock: "Master Wang, something is wrong, they are all hanged, and they are all dead!"

(End of this chapter)