The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2019: How to watch the fun without getting covered in blood

"Hey, Daquanzi, where are you doing?" an old lady with bound feet sitting on the ground slapped her thigh and shouted.

Slapping the thighs and crying out loud is indeed a way of releasing emotions nowadays. Not only nowadays, but also a way for old country ladies to release emotions for a period of history.

"Grandma, don't worry about me. Erzhu, take grandma away quickly!" Daquanzi ran out of the village again.

No wonder Daquanzi's grandmother called him. Daquanzi told the messenger that the ferocious Japanese soldiers were coming, so naturally the whole village had to hide.

But all the villagers were running to the back mountain in a hurry, but Daquanzi was running back.

The eldest son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady, and Daquanzi is the old lady’s eldest grandson.

The old lady tried to stop her grandson in a hurry but he just stumbled. This time it was not like she had a quarrel with the villagers and was throwing a tantrum.

Daquanzi ignored the people around him and ran out of the village.

Young people always have hot blood.

Now the scene of the anti-Japanese soldier (Shang Zhen) wearing Jap devils' clothes and shooting at the Japanese army with a box gun on his shoulder was still flashing in his mind.

Oh my! How come he is so accurate with his gun?

Daquanzi has been naughty and has a strong personality since he was young. His father always told him that it was not easy for ordinary people to survive in this chaotic world, so he must not cause trouble outside.

But Daquanzi seemed to agree with his father humming and hawing on the surface, but he had his own ideas in his heart.

You know it's a troubled time, but can you avoid disaster just by wanting to? Rats come out in the middle of the night to steal food, but they are often eaten by cats!

Let’s not say who is right or wrong when dealing with this kind of thing. As the saying goes, “character determines destiny”!

Daquanzi's father was the head of the village. Now that he saw the disaster coming, he naturally organized all the villagers, young and old, to run to the back mountain, and he had no time to take care of Daquanzi.

You know, the whole Shandong province is all about family. They don't call it a family tree, they call it a clan tree. It's not uncommon for an old man in his forties or fifties to kowtow to a little boy in his teens.

There's nothing we can do, it's because that little boy is older than him, that's what Shandong people say!
Their entire village of about one hundred households has the same ancestor, which means it is a big family. Daquanzi's father has to take care of the old man and the old lady, as well as several grandparents who are still ignorant of the world. How can he have the time to take care of him?

So now, in Daquanzi's father's eyes, disaster is coming, but in Daquanzi's eyes, it is an opportunity. In other words, even if he doesn't want to change anything, he always secretly witnesses the shooting and murder that happen at his doorstep.

Born and raised here, Daquanzi is of course familiar with the terrain here. He has his own way of watching the "excitement" without getting himself covered in blood.

After leaving the village, Daquanzi looked forward first. Seeing that there were no yellowish figures of the Japanese soldiers, he ran to the west. After passing through a forest, he came to a saline-alkali land.

He ran across the saline-alkali land like the wind and dived into the willow bushes at the edge of the saline-alkali land.

The willow bushes are naturally clustered together, but there are many of them and they are very dense. Daquanzi walks through these willow bushes familiarly, and at this time you can hear the sound of water.

Daquanzi ran breathlessly along the sound of water, with many twists and turns, and it took him half an hour to run this whole process.

During this process, he heard gunshots again!

He couldn't figure out what kind of guns they were firing from, but the gunshots were very frequent, and there was a particular "da da da" "da da da" sound that left a particularly deep impression on him. He remembered that Lao Liu, who had been a soldier in the village, said that the gunshots were from a machine gun.

The sound of the gunshot naturally made Daquanzi feel even more itchy.

After another breathless run, when Daquanzi poked his head out from under the willows again, he saw a mountain, the mountain on the other side of the river.

The mountain is divided into two sections. The lower section is like a pot platform, which is the "base", and there is a "peak" on the base, so the whole mountain looks like a tower. So the local scholars named this mountain "Pagoda Hill", but Daquanzi called the Pagoda Hill "Pot Platform Hill".

No matter what the hill is called, Daquanzi knows that if the anti-Japanese fighter with a pistol wants to live longer, he can only hide on the top of the Pagoda Hill to avoid being besieged.

After talking about Pagoda Hill, he talked about the river. He had been running along with the sound of water. As a local, he certainly knew that there was a river here, which happened to pass by the foot of the mountain on the Pagoda Hill side.

There happened to be a heavy rain upstream the day before yesterday. The river is now very wide, at least forty or fifty meters wide. The water flow is quite fast in this section of the river. When the river water hits the rocks on the shore and the fallen trees, it makes a "splashing" sound.

It was precisely because of this river that Daquanzi was not afraid of the Japanese devils swimming over from the other side of the river! He could have just hidden on this side of the river and watched how the anti-Japanese fighter fought the Japanese devils!

Of course, he couldn't just watch if the Japs attacked from the other side of the mountain to the top.

After all, the village was some distance away from here, and Daquanzi didn't know how the battle in front was going, so he thought, he should come here by himself, as the gunfire had not stopped along the way.

The gunfire did not stop, and he believed that with the anti-Japanese fighter's marksmanship, he must have had the advantage.

Moreover, the anti-Japanese fighter really listened to the advice and actually climbed up the Pagoda Hill.

The reason is simple. He saw Shang Zhen as an anti-Japanese fighter. If Shang Zhen was hit by the Japanese, the battle would be over. As long as the gun was still firing, it at least proved that Shang Zhen was not dead.

These were the gunshots that Daquanzi heard on his way here. When he really arrived here and stuck his head out to look across, the gunshots had stopped.

At first, Daquanzi was not too worried, but after waiting for a while, there was still no gunshot, which made him worried.

He was peeking forward, but suddenly he retracted his head instead of sticking it out to look like he did before.

Because this time he saw Japanese soldiers appearing at the foot of the mountains on both sides of Pagoda Hill!
This river flows right at the foot of the mountain of Pagoda Hill, so he is very far away from those Japanese soldiers, so he must be careful.

Daquanzi looked forward through the gaps between the willow branches and leaves, and saw the Japanese troops on both sides starting to climb up the Pagoda Hill.

The "base" of the mountain below Pagoda Hill is not steep, and the Japanese soldiers could even walk up with guns.

But this time, to Daquanzi's disappointment, there was no gunfire on the top of the mountain.

Could it be that the man was dead or injured? Daquanzi was worried about Shang Zhen and felt very nervous while watching him.

But even though he couldn't see the outcome now and didn't know whether Shang Zhen was dead or alive, he was unwilling to run back now.

Soon some Japanese soldiers climbed to the top of the base of the pagoda, but it was very difficult for them to climb to the top of the pagoda. Not to mention holding a gun, even if you wanted to climb up with a gun, it would be very strenuous.

The peak on the Pagoda Hill was about ten meters square and was climbed by Daquanzi, a naughty boy since childhood.

The stones on top are in a mess. If you ask Daquanzi to describe how messy the stones are, he can't read, so naturally he can't come up with any nouns.

In his words, there are all kinds of stones, some tall, some short, some big, some small.

Oh no! At this time, the man above could not even shoot, just throwing a rock down would hit the Japanese devils below! Daquanzi suddenly realized.

But there is no movement! Didn't that person die up there?
Daquanzi saw several Japanese soldiers starting to climb to the "top of the tower". He believed that there must be more Japanese soldiers climbing up in places he could not see.

This is because I don't have a gun. What if I have the shooting skills of that person? Forget it! Even if I don't have such a gun and shooting skills, even if I yell at this position, maybe some Japanese devils will be scared and fall off the mountainside!

Why is there no movement? Is that person really dead? Daquanzi became more and more anxious.