under fire

Chapter 832
Hua County, formerly known as Daokou Town, is an ancient city with a long history of more than 1000 years.

Merchants have always gathered here, known as "Little Tianjin". It is famous for its characteristic "Daokou Roast Chicken". "Daokou Roast Chicken" is known as "China's No. A chicken".

Suffering from war, coupled with drought, the river dried up. In just one year, the bustling county town almost became an empty city!
Baidaokou Town is more than 20 miles away from Huaxian County in the southwest, and it is still in the area controlled by devils on the surface, but after most ordinary people fled from the famine, it also became depressed, and the waterway has long been cut off.

However, as a small town on the main road, there are still many businesses active, and there are a small number of people working for the businesses in the town.

If you want to do business in troubled times, you must have a backer, otherwise, your goods will be robbed when you go out.

The population is sparsely populated, and the devils don't have the heart to devote too much energy. There are more than 100 people stationed by Wu Hexiu, the security team of Hua County, stationed in the town.

However, the villages along the river outside the town have gradually become places where various forces are active. For the Eighth Route Army, this rural area is naturally an excellent guerrilla zone.

It is a pity that the Jindi River has long since dried up.

Jiujianfang Village, where Jiuying temporarily rests, is located between Baidaokou Town and Hua County, five miles from Baidaokou Town in the north, twenty miles from Huaxian County in the southwest, and fifteen miles from Baliying Town in the south.

A typical small plain village with a single family and a courtyard with earthen walls. It was set on fire when it was raided by the devils and puppet troops, but there are still some villagers who are unwilling to leave and live here.

It's just that there are almost no young people in the village, and almost all of them are old and weak women and children.

Nine rooms does not mean that the village really only has nine rooms.

noon.

Single family courtyards with rammed earth walls are common in the northern plains.

Old Geng, a traffic officer in his 40s, with gray hair and dark face, stood in a daze at the door with a large bowl of horse meat in his hand, muttering: "A bunch of prodigal sons, how can they eat meat like this?"

Ma Liang, who was sitting opposite Lao Geng, was a little panicked: "Uncle Geng, you can eat at ease, this time we beat Wang Sanzhu and that group of bandits captured a lot."

Old Geng was furious: "The meat should be made into jerky and cut into slices when cooking porridge every day. You will make mistakes if you eat like this!"

Ma Liang was speechless. The Ninth Battalion's approach was indeed a bit excessive, but it was all the soldiers' bloody sacrifices in exchange for things, and most of the seized items were handed over to the division.

Lao Geng walked out of the yard with the bowl in his hand, but he was thinking about how to solve the problem of drinking water with so many people after the team arrived!
The arrival of the team is a good thing, but if there is no way to solve the draft, the team will not be able to stay here for another day.

The deep well in the village can only scoop out two buckets of muddy water a day. After the team arrived, they used up all the water that had been stored for many days in the homes of more than six households in the village.

If it weren't for the water in the kettle brought by the team, the broth wouldn't be able to cook at noon today.

Water is a big problem.

There is a deep well in the town, but those traitor security groups also regard water as more important than life.

Thinking about something in his heart, Lao Geng turned into a narrow and dark passage between two walls.

At the end of the passage was a door in disrepair.

With a creak, the door tied with a straw rope opened.

Immediately, a bald-headed child of twelve or thirteen popped out of the room. The child was not the scrawny one you see on the plains, but was as agile as a tiger with a head and a brain.

The dirty gray clothes on his body were patched and patched. Seeing Lao Geng enter the courtyard to close the door, he immediately yelled: "Grandpa, Uncle Geng from the work team came here just now and brought two bags of food."

The child suddenly saw the bowl in Lao Geng's hand steaming, and subconsciously asked, "Hey, is there anything to eat?"

Lao Geng raised his hand to touch the child's bald head, hesitated for a moment, raised the bowl with his left hand, and was satisfied with Gu Zhezi's face showing a smile: "Guess what grandpa prepared for you today?"

The child's eyes sparkled: "Is there any corn bread?"

Lao Geng stretched out his right hand and dragged the child into the house: "You son of a bitch, don't run around these two days, you know?"

Goudan pointed to the two cloth bags in the corner of the room: "The food sent by Captain Geng!"

After taking a look, Lao Geng withdrew his gaze and sat down at the table.

Goudan turned his eyes to the bowl in Lao Geng's hand: "Grandpa, it seems that many people have come to the village. Is there someone from our team?"

Lao Geng put the bowl on the table, he didn't know how to tell the child about the Eighth Route, in fact, the child was not his grandson!

The father of the child was an underground intelligence officer, who was caught by the damn traitor and beheaded in the Eight Mile Camp.

The child's mother was caught by traitors, and it was said that she was sent to the devil's barracks. Since then, there has been no news. As for the result, it is definitely not much better.

The child was very sensible. Seeing the soup in the bowl was more than meat, he swallowed a few saliva without doing anything.

Lao Geng was very satisfied: "Damn, grandpa asked you to write, have you finished?"

"It's all finished!" Goudan got up from the stool, ran to the wall and took out a wooden plate and carefully placed it on the table. The wooden plate was filled with fine sand, and the fine sand was full of crooked words.

Lao Geng nodded: "If you make progress, then this bowl of meat will be rewarded to you. Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

It is said to be a bowl, but in fact there are only a dozen slices, most of which are soaked in the soup.

Although Goudan is small, he also knows that this meat is definitely not easy to come by. First, he drank two mouthfuls of soup, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed carefully, and asked muttering, "Grandpa, what kind of meat is this?"

"It's horse meat, don't ask too many questions, eat it quickly!"

Goudan's face suddenly revealed a trace of determination: "I want to join the Eighth Route to avenge my parents!"

Old Geng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "You are still young, let's talk about it when you grow up."

Goudan was a little disappointed, and pushed the bowl in front of Lao Geng: "Grandpa, you eat too!"

"Hurry up and eat." Lao Geng pushed the bowl in front of Goudan.

Get up and go to the corner to pick up the two bags of grain sent by Captain Geng, walk a few steps quickly to the corner of the courtyard and put down the grain bag, pick up a stone slab on the ground with your hands, put the grain into the hole under the stone slab, cover it The stone slab, and then filled the gaps around the slate with soil, and turned back to the house until nothing unusual was seen from the outside.

I can't finish it!Goudan reluctantly looked at the half bowl of meat and soup left on the table.

Old Geng let out a long sigh, patted Goudan's head, took out a pot lid made of reed stalks from the side, and put it on the bowl: "Grandpa still has something to do, you will copy the words again later."

Seeing that Lao Geng didn't eat the remaining half bowl of broth, Goudan was a little disappointed.

Old Geng turned and left the yard.

Goudan put the small plate on the table in front of him, smoothed the sand plate with his hands, took out a "delicate" wooden stick, and started to scratch on the sand plate.

Soon, the sand table was filled with words again.

Goudan put down his pen, hesitated for a moment, lifted the large lid on the bowl next to it, and sniffed the broth that had solidified a thin layer of oil film but still exuded.

Close the lid again and walk out of the main room without a door.

The door was tied with a rope by Lao Geng from the outside, and he climbed up to the courtyard wall next to him and walked out of the courtyard wall.

There was a faint snoring sound from the nearby yard.

The girl stood in front of the window of the broken house with a pen in her hand and was writing something on the window sill.

Suddenly a head popped out of the window.

Both were startled.

The girl stared: "Where is the little brat?"

When the child came over just now, he obviously didn't hear any movement in the room, so he thought there was no one there.

After seeing Xiao Hongying behind the window clearly, she quickly stretched out her finger and hissed her lips: "Shut up!"

Xiao Hongying rolled her big eyes, the village is now inhabited by fortress households, most of the half-grown children are from some fortress household, and they wanted to tease her: "You call me sister, and I will Keep silent!"

"Dream you. Hey. Who are you? Why have I never seen you?" Goudan just said, and suddenly realized: "Did your parents also be killed by the enemy?"

In the past, the work team often sent some orphans whose parents sacrificed to the sub-district, and then entrusted them to adopt them.

Parents were also killed by the enemy?Xiao Hongying froze for a moment, then asked casually, "Hey, what do you do?"

"I want to join the Eighth Route Army." Goudan carefully observed the turnover situation and answered casually.

As soon as the girl remembered the past, she was interrupted by that little boy's voice, and she couldn't help being amused: "You? Hahaha, can you carry a gun?"

"Carrying a gun? You can shoot a gun! Forget it, you're a girl, and you won't understand even if I tell you!"

After Goudan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to run away. He had to go to the chief of the Eighth Road. Every time a team crossed the border, he would live in the courtyard next to him.

Although such a request has been rejected twice, he believes that this time it will definitely work!
Hongying, whose face was flushed red, was stunned for a while before being called a girl by a little kid, before she realized: "Hey, little kid, stop quickly!"

(End of this chapter)