Sword of Death Camp

This sentence was too blunt. Although it was understandable, it made everyone present feel wrong.

"Let's not talk about whether it was done by Chen Shanhe, head Chen, even if he did it, how do you think it should be supervised?"

The student wearing glasses suddenly asked a funny question.

The man in the top hat said as a matter of course: "This kind of person should hand in the poison he used and then accept supervision.

Especially for a person like him who can go high and high, enter Taiyuan as if going home, and treat tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers as nothing, he should wear shackles and handcuffs, and be within the sight of supervision at all times!

Otherwise, who can guarantee that one day when he is in a bad mood, he will attack a certain city.

The casualties will be the common people!

Even the people who are most likely to be killed or injured are the people of the mountain city!

That's us! "

Handcuffs and fetters?
Everyone present turned ugly. It was the treatment for prisoners. If Chen Shanhe did it, he would be a hero.

What is it for a hero to put on handcuffs and shackles with the attitude of treating prisoners?
"I'll kill you bastard!"

A pole hit the man in the top hat hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Bastard, you can't fight wars, you can't kill devils, and when others kill devils, you are making trouble behind, dragging your feet, and want to handcuff those who can beat devils!
You bastard, I beat you to death today, and I will pay for your life!

Anyway, in this world, I don't want to live anymore! "

The stick with a northern accent picked up the pole, like when drying crops and soybeans, and threw the pole out of the afterimage, directly hitting the man in the top hat.

"From the four eastern provinces to Shanxi in North China, Songhu and Nanjing were defeated all the way, and they lost all their families!

It's hard to find Yue Fei who can beat devils, but you want to lock him up!

If you have this ability, go to the front line to fight!
Hiding in the back and being Qin Hui, is he still a person?

what! ”

The beating was brutal, but no one went up to persuade him. In the end, the student wearing glasses stepped forward and grabbed the tall stick with a northern accent.

"Brother, run away! If you beat someone here, you will go to jail!
Hurry up, hurry up! "

After venting for a while, the tall Bangbang calmed down, looking at the man on the ground who was covered in bruises, the top hat on his head had been thrown out of nowhere, and the suit on his body was already dirty, he let out a bah, Then he ran away quickly carrying the pole.

Needless to say, people are tall, even if they run, they run much faster. With long legs, they can't see people in the blink of an eye.

As for the police, no one called, no one reported, so naturally no one came.

However, although others watched the man being beaten without moving, in fact, the man's words were not unreasonable.

That is to say, if one day the Eighth Route Army confronts the Central Army, will the methods Chen Shanhe uses against the devils be used in the mountain city?

This is where a thorn is planted in someone's heart, and this thorn will slowly ferment along with these people's daily chats.

Turned into vigilance and hostility towards Chen Shanhe.

However, the student wearing glasses squatted down and said a word to the man, dispelling the anxiety of everyone present.

"I think you are very well informed, so tell me, besides the Japanese army, have ordinary people in Taiyuan City been accidentally injured?

I want to come to your news to tell you that even the person who sneaked into the Japanese barracks in Taiyuan and poisoned him did not cause accidental injury to the residents of Taiyuan City even though he brought down so many Japanese soldiers.

So, your assumption is actually nonsense!

Sir, am I right? "

The bruised man on the ground finally regained his strength at this time.

The tall Bangbang just now struck too hard, he didn't pay attention for a while, and was stunned by the beating.

Now that he had recovered, he reached out and took out a pistol from his pocket.

"Maybe you are right, but now I have reason to suspect that your identity is wrong!
Come with me!

I'll let you taste, what it's like to be beaten! "

This student, reminding that Bangbang to run away is one thing, and he has been defending Chen Shanhe just now is another. Even if this kind of person is not a communist, he should be arrested and tortured.

The student's face changed: "What reason did you arrest me, did I hit you?
I didn't hit you, I didn't even scold you, why arrest me?
Just let me defend the hero a few words?
You hate the person who killed so many devils so much, do you serve the Japanese? "

The scene changed too quickly, and the people around couldn't get used to it all at once. After they got used to it and understood what was going on.

With a bang, everyone present dispersed.

"Go, go, don't cause trouble!"

"That's right, you can't stay here, if you stay any longer, you'll be in trouble!"

"I'm leaving too!"

"Wait for me!"

……

In the chaos, that student was squeezed out of the teahouse just like that.

After being squeezed out of the teahouse, the student came to his senses, bowed his hands to both sides, and ran away.

Chen Shanhe, who was far away in Shanxi, didn't even know that someone was beaten up because of him, someone was almost caught and beaten up because of him, and someone even packed up his things and called a dozen brothers to join him.

"Brother, are you really going?"

……

In a dilapidated house, there were more than a dozen people living in Datong bunk, and the dozen or so people were basically quite tall.

Now, a dozen people are eating dinner with a pot of steamed buns.

No food, just a pot of steamed buns, everyone can get three.

They talked while eating.

"Yes, I was only 31 when I retreated to the customs in 33, and now I'm almost [-], and I haven't been home for twelve or three years. I don't know if my parents' graves are still there!
I want to go back! "

The one who was talking was the guy who beat up people in the teahouse today, his voice was a little choked up when he said this, he was the big brother these people called.

"Brother, who is not!"

Another answered: "I heard that my family's ancestral grave was dug up, and I met an old family member who just ran into the customs a few years ago, saying that my family's ancestral grave was dug up to grow corn cobs.

He also said that the first year the land in my ancestral grave was planted, the corn cobs were particularly large and strong!

Children and grandchildren are unfilial!
But now, we can't go back!
Many people who couldn't bear to sneak into the customs told me that it was better in cities outside the customs, like our countryside, which is full of concentration camps.

It’s like sitting in a prison, moving all the villagers to a camp, starting and finishing work at a fixed time every day, and then distributing some food, so that you will not starve to death or eat enough.

Otherwise, I would have gone back a long time ago! "

The stick that beat someone at noon, I bit into my hand, and chewed the last steamed bun vigorously.

While chewing, he said: "I must go back when I go back, that is my home, and the ancestral grave is over there, can I not go back?

Didn't we come to the mountain city just to find the young marshal?

Now the young commander may not be able to count on him, he can't protect himself, and he doesn't want to talk to us! "

His words made the others stop, chewing steamed buns.

The person sitting on his left quickly asked him: "Then what should we do now?

Just relying on the few of us, can't we go back in this life? "

The elder brother swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth with difficulty, and poured down the water in the bowl in front of him in one gulp.

Although three steamed buns are not enough, the cold water pipe is enough, and a big bowl of water feels a bit full.

He stood up and stretched himself: "It's comfortable!"

But others were still waiting for his answer, so he thought for a while: "If we rely on the young commander, maybe we don't want to go back in our lifetime.

Because the young marshal basically doesn't care about things now, and he can't protect himself.

However, today I heard the news in the teahouse.

The commander had an adopted son back then, and now he is the commander of the Eighth Route Army. Once he made a move, he killed a division devil!

And he is both civil and military, I want to join him! "

As soon as this was mentioned, all the dozen or so people present fell silent.

"Brother, are you talking about Chen Shanhe?"

One of them asked cautiously: "But, he is only a regiment leader, how many soldiers does a regiment leader have?
More than 1000?

Or more than 2000?
But in our hometown, there are nearly one million Kwantung Army in the four eastern provinces!

Even if he, Chen Shanhe, is really the adoptive son of the Marshal, so what, can his name be eaten as food?
With 2000 people, can we fight back to the four eastern provinces?
It's useless, brother!

In this lifetime, we may never have the chance to return to the Fourth Northeast Province!

Maybe he died, and he didn't even have a chance to enter the ancestral grave!
Brother, I resign myself to my fate! "

As soon as he said this, there was silence.

"But I, Zhao Yilong, just don't want to accept my fate. If I don't believe it, I won't be able to fight back to the Fourth East Province one day!
So I decided to go to Chen Shanhe, with his ability, he should be able to bring us back!

The young commander-in-chief can't be counted on, so let's count on the commander-in-chief's adoptive son! "

After Zhao Yilong said this, everyone in the room stood up, and one of them asked seriously: "Brother, are you really going?"

Zhao Yilong nodded: "I'm going, I just feel it... In this lifetime, there's no point in living like a wimp.

The ancestral graves were flattened, and the parents were killed by others. They didn't want to take it back, didn't want to take revenge, and still wanted to live in a wimpy way. Isn't that just a bum?
I didn't think about it anymore, so I went to Chen Shanhe, I just felt it!
As long as he can beat little devils and not be used as cannon fodder, he will die if he dies.

I begged him, once I die, he will burn me and put me in a jar. If he goes back to the Fourth East Province one day, he will bring the jar containing my ashes back to the Fourth East Province, and just find a place to bury him!
Anyway, if you continue to live like this, it might as well be a dead ball! "

His words caused the people present to be silent for a while, and the one who answered him just now asked him: "Brother, it's not me, Liu Laosi, who poured cold water on you, and went from here to Shanxi, thousands of miles away, what are you going to do?

How can I eat and drink on the way!
Look at us, do we seem to have food reserves for eating and drinking on the road?
Also, although our place is not good, it is not too cold, and we can barely bear it.

But now several months have passed in the middle of the year, and in another one or two months, it will be cold in the north.

We are in the mountain city, and we can get through a few old clothes casually, and we can carry them on our shoulders.

But all the way north, to Shanxi, it is basically already cold.

We don't have clothes to keep out the cold, and we don't wear warm clothes. We are afraid that we will freeze to death before we reach the ground!

It's not that we don't want to go, we really can't go! "

These are all real difficulties before them. People in this day and age do not say that they can go wherever they want.

Even if you go to visit a relative in the next village, you still have to carry a bed, because you have to stay there for one night.

There are no roads, and all the roads are taken in the mountains. If you can't walk at night, you may be eaten by wolves and tigers.

So if it is a private act, there are many things to consider when traveling directly from the mountain city to Shanxi, such a long journey of thousands of miles.

It's not something the poor can do.

It's not the economic consumption that these few of them can afford now.

You must know that these hard-working people can earn one or two cents a day, buy three or five steamed buns, and barely get enough food and clothing.

If one day there is more work and the pier is short of people, and earning two or three cents, it will be comfortable, and the steamed buns will be enough to eat.

But that's all.

They didn't know how far it would take to go from here to the border of Chen Shanhe, the Second Independent Regiment of Shanxi.

How many levels do you need to pass?Does anyone charge?

They don't understand either.

Is there anyone on the road to catch the strong men? Is there any place occupied by the Japanese army?

They didn't understand either.

They have no solution to the money and food consumed in the past just before them.

So Zhao Yilong lamented: "I'll go to the pier while it's still dark, and earn some money as soon as possible, so I can go to Shanxi when the weather is warmer!"

Sudden.

There was a knock on the door, and more than a dozen people in the room froze for a moment.

Why did you froze for a while?
Because, generally, in their longhouse built against the mountain wall, a dozen or so poor people like porters live together. If they take off their straw sandals and lie on the bunk together, the whole house will smell very sour.

So basically, no one will knock on their door, let alone come in.

Even if you pass through the door, the smell from the cracks in the door and the wall will make you walk a few steps faster.

Even when the landlord came to collect the money, he stood far away, far away from the house.

But I didn't criticize them too much, because I know that they are not easy to live, everyone is living a difficult life, if you can understand it, please understand it!

But the landlord will not knock on the door, because they usually pay the rent to the landlord in advance.

So who is knocking on the door now?
Zhao Yilong thought to himself, is it a crime to beat someone today?
But if you make a mistake, let it be!

He felt that if he didn't beat him up today, he would die of depression and aggrieved death.

Even if he went to jail because of this, he admitted it.

However, if they really came to catch themselves, they would basically not knock on the door so politely, but kick the door directly, or even if they didn't kick the door, they would still have to smash the door, with enough momentum and power to scare people.

But no matter who is outside the door, as long as the door is opened, it will be clear.

Anyway, apart from their own life, they have nothing worth plotting by others.

But when he opened the door, he found that standing outside was the student wearing glasses that he saw in the teahouse today.

At this time, he was carrying a suitcase and standing at the door of this room.

As soon as Zhao Yilong opened the door, the sour smell in the room gushed out, and the student wearing glasses standing at the door stepped back a few steps.

Perhaps thinking it was impolite to take a few steps back, the student stood up again.

Zhao Yilong said in surprise, "It's you?"

The student pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, nodded and said, "It's me, it's a coincidence that we meet again!

Straight to the point, I am willing to subsidize your travel expenses to Shanxi, but the condition is that I want to go with you! "