Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 5 A Faint Exaggerated Impression in My Heart

The natural reaction made Chen Shanhe push Du Xinghua to the ground.

He has good eyesight, and he can feel that his eyesight is better than ever, so just now he seemed to see the direction in which the middle-aged man was running, and someone followed him.

And they all seem to be holding guns.

He felt that the situation was wrong, so he asked Du Xinghua: "Are you looking good? Look at the dozen or so people, who are all carrying guns!"

When Du Xinghua heard that more than a dozen people were carrying guns, he quickly poked his head to look. It was too far away for him to see clearly, and even if he could see clearly, he wouldn't know him!
A kid in his early 10s, who has never been out in the village, what does he know!
"Run quickly and tell your grandpa to send me that gun by Sun Shijiang's son, mine is out of bullets.

go!

Just tell your grandfather, I feel like the Japanese army came after that man just now! "

When Du Xinghua heard this, he ran into the valley quickly, ran up to the old scholar, panted and said, "Grandpa, Uncle Shanhe said that there are Japanese coming from outside the valley, and more than a dozen of them are holding guns.

He said that it should come after Uncle Er Niu..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and turned their surprised and angry eyes to the middle-aged man who ran back.

He is the Uncle Er Niu that Du Xinghua said, his beard trembling with old talent: "Er Niu, I didn't expect you to vote for the Japanese!

You even brought the Japanese to us, are you worthy of your fathers and folks, are you worthy of your ancestors?
what?
I didn't expect that you, Er Niu, turned out to be such a wolf-hearted person. It was in vain that I helped you during the severe drought the year before last, so I might as well feed a dog! "

The old scholar picked up the crutch in his hand, and was about to beat the second bull.

That Er Niu knelt down, sweating profusely, and explained: "Mr. Xiucai, I really didn't attract the Japanese, I really didn't, I really didn't do it!

The conscience of heaven and earth, even if you beat him to death, you can't do the thing of betraying the folks! "

The people around were also anxious: "Mr. Xiucai, what should we do now?"

A group of ordinary people can't get out of the town on weekdays, and maybe they can't get out of the county in their entire lives. What kind of insight can they have?
The most knowledgeable here is the old scholar.

They all waited for the old scholar to make up his mind.

The old scholar also lost his mind for a while, and suddenly saw his grandson standing in front of him, and asked in a flash of inspiration: "Where is your Uncle Shanhe?"

Only then did Du Xinghua recall Uncle Shanhe's last words.

"Grandpa, Uncle Shanhe was watching the situation there. He asked Brother Shitou to send the gun over. His gun has no bullets, but Brother Shitou has bullets in his gun!"

When the old scholar heard this, he quickly pointed to Sun Shijiang's son: "Shitou, what are you doing with a gun on your back all day, and you don't know how to use it.

Hurry up and send the gun to your Uncle Shanhe, this gun will only be of great use in his hands!
fast!
If the Japanese find us, we can only wait to be massacred.

The bosses of your camp, Uncle Shanhe, did it just to save the villagers who were about to be massacred.

go! "

The old scholar also knew that even if Chen Shanhe had a gun in his hand, he might not be able to resist for a long time against a dozen Japanese troops.

However, all the people in front of them are women, and there are only a few young and old people and children. Even if they want to run, they need someone to stop them for a while.

Seeing that Shitou sent the gun to Chen Shanhe in Taniguchi, he hurriedly gave instructions to the people around him.

"Don't get confused, hurry up, don't take anything except rations, and leave immediately.

Go along the road, go to the end, and you should be able to survive if you climb over the mountain ridge. Hurry up, go as fast as you can.

I just asked Shanhe if he could block the Japanese as much as possible and buy us time! "

If it is said that before, their mentality towards the Japanese was to temporarily avoid the military disaster, and it was not too much fear. After all, in their view, whoever sits in the world is sitting, and ordinary people live the same way.

But after seeing the words on the piece of paper he got from Chen Shanhe, the old scholar knew that he was not just hiding from a military disaster, but might be hiding from annihilation.

Because the Japanese army may massacre the village, and it has already been implemented, but it has been stopped.

What about the massacres that have not been stopped?

The old scholar is already so old, and he understands the truth very well. It is impossible for him to entrust the fate of his entire village to whether the Japanese army will be merciful or not.

Invaders!

Anything is possible.

So after ordering the villagers to quickly pack up their things and walk into the valley immediately, the old scholar leaned on a cane and walked towards the valley entrance.

Chen Shanhe finally saw the dozens of figures he had found clearly in the grass. His eyesight now feels beyond ordinary people, and he can already see the equipment and military uniforms on the dozens of figures clearly at a distance of 500 meters.

Even if he lost his memory and forgot a lot of things, he could recognize the group of Japanese soldiers in front of him at a glance.

The most important thing is the dozen or so Japanese soldiers, and one of them has a flag of the sun rising on a short pole in his hand.

Even if his memory is lost, the hatred for this flag still exists in his blood, as long as he looks at him, he knows that it is definitely Japanese.

He looked anxiously into the valley behind him, just in time to see Shi Shi, the son of a stonemason running towards him, and hurried downhill to meet him.

"Come on, I'll give you this gun. I don't have bullets. I need the gun and bullets in your hand!" Chen Shanhe hurried over and formally handed over the gun in his hand.

Shi Shi hesitated to hand over the gun in his hand: "Brother Shanhe, why don't I share half of the bullets with you, so you can teach me how to shoot!"

Chen Shanhe was in a hurry, the Japanese were already less than 500 meters away, so how could they have time to spend time here.

He hurriedly slapped the shotgun on the stone, then brought his Type 38 rifle over, and took out the bullets in his bullet box.

While digging out, he said: "What are the points, the two rifles are different, and the bullets are not common.

It's useless to divide them, these bullets can only be fired with this rifle! "

Chen Shanhe quickly took out the bullets and put them in his pocket. Fortunately, there were more than 60 bullets. He opened the bolt to check if there were any bullets in the chamber, and there were actually a few bullets in it.

The stupid boy in front of him actually held the gun loaded and swayed around, not afraid of going off.

But now is not the time to think so much, the enemy has already caught up to him, if he doesn't defend himself, he might be doomed.

At this time, the old scholar hurried over: "Shanhe, how many people are here, are they Japanese soldiers? Can you stop them?"

Chen Shanhe pressed the bullet and said: "Mr. Xiucai, why are you here? It's the Japanese army, 12 of them are here.

I don't know if I can block it, if there is a road in the valley, move it quickly!
As long as I can block it, I will block it for as long as I can, and if I can't stop it, I will go again!
But I can't guarantee it, I will definitely be able to stop it, and you know that I am a fool now, I don't even know what level I am fighting! "

The old scholar was moved to tears: "The whole village, old and young, depends entirely on you. I am so grateful!"

After finishing pressing the bullet, Chen Shanhe quickly climbed back to the low slope at the mouth of the valley, but left a word in a soft voice.

"Mr. Xiucai, hurry up and take people away. You may delay my speed of escape if you stay here later."

The old scholar burst into tears instantly, and only in times of crisis can he know a person's true character.

"Even if you lose your memory, you still put the common people first. The Eighth Route Army is indeed a teacher of benevolence and righteousness. I am convinced!"

He glanced at Sun Shijiang's son: "Why don't you go!"

Then dragged the crutches and walked in quickly. The most important thing now is to let those old women throw away all the pots and pans, and just bring rations.

Back in the valley, a group of people had already tied Erniu's hands, for fear that he would tip off the news again.

This is all they can do until they are cleared of their suspicions.

Chen Shanhe leaned back to the low slope of the valley entrance, and when he looked outside, the figure of the Japanese was already clearly visible.

But what made Chen Shanhe heave a sigh of relief was the formation of the Japanese soldiers, which was four in the front and eight in the back. What he had to deal with now was only the first four.

4, that's all?

Chen Shanhe suddenly felt a little weird in his heart. Could it be that he was very strong before he lost his memory?

Why would there be... four... just thoughts.

He didn't know that he had that idea because he had spent a long time in a film city where hundreds of millions of Japanese soldiers died every year, and he had such an impression.

(End of this chapter)