The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2031 Organize the masses!

Chapter 2031 Organize the masses!
More than a hundred people in the village, including men and women, young and old, came out.

This person came out with a very complete face. Even when the second master, the oldest person in the village, passed away, no one in the village had ever come out with such a complete face.

Everyone was silent, looking at the two women in front of them with eyes filled with shock, admiration, and even some fear. Those two women were Leng Xiaozhi and Sun Baoer.

"I haven't been to Wujiaopo yet, but I heard that everyone in that village was killed by the Japanese." Leng Xiaozhi's eyes swept across the faces of the villagers.

“Although Wujiapo is dozens of miles away from our village.

I haven't asked, but that's our neighboring village, I think those people who were beaten to death must have relatives from our village. "As Leng Xiaozhi said this, she noticed that some of the villagers had sad expressions on their faces.

In the countryside, a village dozens of miles away is neither far nor near. It is very normal to marry a wife in a neighboring village, or to marry your daughter to a neighboring village.

“So the brutality of the Japanese devils is not just a legend. Last time they went to Wujiaopo. If they came to our village, do you think our village would be okay?

We want to live a good life, but the Japanese devils don't let us live a good life. What should we do?

They had bayonets and guns in their hands, but we only had a few broken sickles, axes and forks in our hands.

But now it’s different, now we have guns in our hands.” As Leng Xiaozhi spoke, the villagers’ eyes fell on the box guns on the table in front of Leng Xiaozhi.

Ordinary people have an instinctive fear of guns. Just think about it, even ordinary people who are planting and harvesting crops on their own small piece of land, who would bother with these murderous guys!

"I'll make the decision myself and leave three guns for our village! And some bullets.

Don’t underestimate these three guns. When our Lunan guerrillas first started fighting the Japanese, they were not as good as these!
With guns, when the Japanese come, we can shoot them from a distance. Even if we don't kill them, we can at least lead them away. Then our village will be safe, right?
Or let me put it another way: when the Japanese are stabbing your loved ones with bayonets, you can save your loved ones with this gun in your hand!
If you didn't have this gun, you would definitely be like the folks in Wujiaopo!
So I will select some people from this village, each of them will be in charge of a gun, and we will form our own village protection team, also called militia.

Now, choose a few people for yourselves!" Leng Xiaozhi said again.
After Leng Xiaozhi said this, the eyes of the young villagers looking at the box gun became fiery.

The masses' resistance to Japan is a process. Leng Xiaozhi has been communicating with the villagers for a while, and she has just refuted several timid villagers.

"I want a gun!" Someone raised his hand. It was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

"I want a gun, too!"

"I also want!"

"I also want!"

For things like this, as long as someone takes the lead, everything will be easy.

Soon, the number of people who raised their hands to sign up exceeded 10.

"Count me in, too!" To Leng Xiaozhi's surprise, the last person to raise his hand was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"Uncle, you are so old, why do you need a gun?" asked the young man who raised his hand first.

"You guys have married some, but some are still young. Do you know the seriousness of the situation? If I don't care about you, you will cause trouble again!" The middle-aged man said helplessly. "I think it's okay!" This is the opinion of an elderly man in the village. The old man looked to be in his fifties.

Leng Xiaozhi was observing the expressions on the side. When she saw that the people in the village started to listen to the old man's words, she realized that this old man seemed to have a certain prestige in the village.

"This is the world now," the old man said, "just like what the girl said, you want to live at home guarding your one-third acre of land, but the Japanese devils won't let you live a good life.

We can't just let the Japanese devils cause us harm if they really come to attack us.

You can't watch your mother being picked by someone, can you? You can't watch your child being killed, can you? You can't watch your newly fattened pig being killed, can you?

So we have to resist.

If you guys were to do these things, I would really be worried, but with Xiao Er taking the lead, I feel much more at ease!" The old man's words were indeed mature and prudent.

But then the old man turned around and said to Leng Xiaozhi: "Girl, but we have to agree that the guns in our village can only protect our village. You can't transfer our people to other places to fight!"

"You are just militiamen protecting your own village. We, the Eighth Route Army, are not conscripting men!" Leng Xiaozhi laughed, "But anyway, these guns are given to you for you to use to guard the village. You can't use these guns to do bad things.

We are the Communist Party's Eighth Route Army. I will soon have militias from other villages contact you. They are all from our county. You can take care of each other in the future. When the time comes, they will help you fight the Japanese devils. You can't refuse to help them."

"No way!" the old man replied, "It's the same as asking for favors. How can we just let others fight for us and not fight for them? Right?"

The old man is still very open-minded.

"Well, it's settled then! I'll teach you guys how to shoot tomorrow.

Don't worry if you didn't get a gun, there will be opportunities in the future, and the Japanese are going to the countryside more and more often now." Leng Xiaozhi said.

At this point, Leng Xiaozhi's idea of ​​arming the villagers was initially realized.

Even though Leng Xiaozhi spoke very easily now, before she gathered these villagers together, she had already asked the old lady where she was staying to find out who had the highest prestige in the village, who had the best words, who was the most steady and courageous.

And after the old lady's introduction, the middle-aged man was the best choice.

After the search for Shang Zhen is completed this time, Leng Xiaozhi will also ask the nearby district team to come over and directly lead the militia in this village. In this way, their Eighth Route Army will have another grassroots organization!
In fact, Leng Xiaozhi knew best that if the neighboring village Wujiaopo had not been massacred by the Japanese army, it would not have been so easy for him to organize a militia in this village.

People are lazy. When the crisis is imminent and the bayonet is on their neck, they will become brave.

"Why does Fanli'er have a gun?" At this time, a young man in the village raised an objection.

Leng Xiaozhi said that he would leave 5 guns in the village, but the one that Fan Li'er was carrying now was not included.

"Although he is young, he is more qualified than any of you. This is what he earned by fighting the Japanese with me before!" Leng Xiaozhi replied.


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