The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 300 Morning Sunshine Represents Hope
Sanbao is also at a young age, and he agrees with Xia Yuan's words very much. He admires Xia Yuan very much now. He dealt with seven Japanese devils by himself, and even killed them all. He has nothing to do with him. If it were him , can only be beaten by the Japanese devils and run around.

Moreover, the Japanese devils have done so many bad things in China, and they still choose to forgive the little Japanese devils, which makes those soldiers and civilians who were insulted or killed by the little devils think.

Sambo will not forgive the invading Japanese devils, nor will they let the invading Japanese devils go.

Therefore, he agrees with Xia Yuan's suggestion very much. The most important point is that the little devil's clothes can have so many functions, and he doesn't want to give up just like that.

The old village chief thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

The three of them took off the little devil's clothes again, found a corner and threw the naked little devil's body into a corner.

The confiscated trophies were placed in the small carts that had been thrown outside the village before. There were so many trophies that the small carts couldn’t fit straws. Out of helplessness, they had to throw away all the straws on the small carts. It is covered with a layer, and it looks like pushing a pile of straws from a distance.

Darkness is just right for the journey.

Niujia Village was raided by devils, and hundreds of people in a village were killed by devils. The militiamen who heard the gunshots earlier were resisting militiamen in Niujia Village. After taking off the devil's clothes and putting them on a small cart, the three came to In the yard, there were several corpses lying in the dark yard, and near the door were the corpses of two young children.

Sanbao ran over to help up the little girl's body. There were still blood stains on the dirty face, and there was a striking bloodstain at the corner of the mouth. Put your fingers under the little girl's nose, and put your trembling hands down.

Xia Yuan helped another little boy up. The little boy's body was already cold and stiff. There were five bullet holes in his thin body. The blood had already drained and his body was already stiff. Slowly, with a slight trembling, he put down the little girl's body, and shook his head in a depressed mood.

Xia Yuan sighed, put down the little boy's body, and said, "Village Chief." There was another silence.

With tears in his eyes, the old village head wiped them away with his hand, and came to the door. The bodies of the three guerrillas were covered with bullet holes from the devils. The gray clothes were soaked in blood and turned dark black. The towels stood in the yard for a long, long time.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at Xia Yuan, and said, "Blood feud, we can't share the sky! Niujia Village will write this account to them, and we will avenge their revenge!"

The old village head's voice was full of hatred and hoarse, and he said: "Xia Yuan, you are right, you can't have a little compassion for the little devil, otherwise the villagers of Niujia Village, those people who were killed by the devil , soldiers will not rest in peace below!"

He knelt down on the ground slowly, and kowtowed heavily, "Blood feud, we can't live together!"

Sanbao and Xia Yuan were beside him, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily. Sanbao shouted at the top of his voice, "Folks, rest in peace. I will kill more little devils and avenge you!"

Xia Yuan followed Three Treasures, and said in a cold voice: "The thirteen Japanese devils today are not the end, but the beginning. I will settle the debts one by one. Revenge, I will avenge them one by one! "

The more than 300 people in Niujia Village are not the end. The crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil would not be enough to pay for them to die a hundred times.

This hatred, this hatred, is absolutely unforgivable!It will never be forgotten by generations to come!It's family and country feud!Home and country hate!
Forgetting is tantamount to betrayal!
The sky became more and more gloomy. In the second half of the night, dark clouds covered the sky, and the strong wind began to ravage the plains. The dried sparks in the thatch washed away the dried blood on the ground and washed away the dirt on the faces of the villagers in Niujia Village.

The rain at night disrupted their plan to go home in the dark, and they had to wait until dawn the next day before setting off.

In the early morning, the hazy mist rises and gradually disappears under the sunshine, and the dazzling red on the horizon shows the arrival of a new day.

Everything seems to have been reborn.

The world after the rain carries a smell of earth, and the broken Niujia Village welcomes the first ray of sunshine in the morning, that ray of red is so dazzling, Xia Yuan stands at the door of the broken house, smelling the smell of the earth. Fragrant, said: "The morning sun represents hope. No matter how difficult the Anti-Japanese War is, as long as you can see the rising sun every day, then hope is still there."

The old village chief quietly looked at the sun in the distance, savoring Xia Yuan's words carefully.

Don't even have a deep meaning.

Because the strength of the three of them was too weak, the more than 300 corpses in Niujia Village had been cleaned up for a long time last night, and only dozens of them were cleaned up. Therefore, during breakfast, the old village head called the two of them and said: "The people of Niujia Village can't sleep on the road like this, Xia Yuan, you take the content of this meeting back to Gaojia Village, Sanbao and I stay here to clean up, and call some people along the way to bury the people of Niujia Village gone."

As the old village chief said, he carefully took out the package from his arms and talked about the protracted war.

Xia Yuan refused: "Village Chief, let me stay with Sanbao. You are familiar with the road, but I am not familiar with Sanbao. If we enter the devil's range, we don't know, and something will happen."

In the TV series, when he went to a meeting this time, something happened to the old village head, and he died when he returned to the village. The movie didn’t explain what happened, but there is a high probability that it has something to do with the events in Niujia Village. It may have happened in Niujia Village.

Xia Yuan would never let the plot in the movie appear in reality, so the old village chief had to go back first.

Sanbao also said: "Village chief, what Xia Yuan said is correct. You are the most familiar with this road. It is not suitable for either of us to go. Let Xia Yuan go. If you go the wrong way and meet a little devil, that is something's going to happen,"

The old village chief fell into deep thought, and seemed to be thinking too, but Xia Yuan and Sanbao were not very familiar with this place. If they really let them go, they might go the wrong way. It would be fine if they just went the wrong way, but I was afraid that I would go the wrong way, and if I got to the devil's stronghold, it would not be as simple as going the wrong way.

After thinking about it, the old village head also felt that what the two said was reasonable, and said: "You two are waiting in Niujia Village. On the way back, I will go there to ask guerrillas from other villages for help. They can't do this." If you sleep outside, you should be buried in the ground."

He looked at Sanbao again, and said, "Sanbao, you are an old comrade, and Xia Yuan is a new comrade, and Xia Yuan must be taken care of in every aspect."

Sanbao sat on the ground with his gun in his arms, and said, "Village chief, Xia Yuan looks like a new comrade. He killed eleven little devils by himself last night, and I only killed one. He took good care of me."

The old village head opened his mouth and said, "You take care of him in life, and he takes care of you in terms of beating up little devils."

Sanbao sighed, and watched the old village chief push the car away, Xia Yuan said a little worriedly: "Is it too dangerous for the village chief to go back alone? If you encounter devils, it will be difficult to walk away alone."

Sanbao said: "Xia Yuan, don't worry, the old village chief has been on this road for several years, he knows very well where the devils have gun towers, and there are so many supplies in the car, the old village chief himself is confident .”

Xia Yuan nodded thoughtfully, "As long as you're sure, we have to work harder. When it's hot at noon, the corpse will stink."

Sanbao's heart trembled, and he scolded: "Devils are simply beasts, no, they are even worse than beasts!"

Last night they carried dozens of corpses. The death conditions were extremely tragic. Some corpses had their limbs cut off, some had their heads cut off, some were pierced by bullets, covered with blood holes, and some were disembowelled. The stomach, the internal organs were emptied, and they even saw a roasted corpse, some parts have been lost, and no one knows where it went.

In short, for the crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil, killing them a hundred or a thousand times is not enough.

The village was burnt down by the Japanese devils, and most of the houses were left with nothing but an empty frame. The devils searched and robbed usable things, poultry and livestock in the houses, the furniture was burned, and some walls were even pulled down by the devils, leaving only one Long broken wall.

After the rain, the road in the village became a little more muddy, and bloodstains could be seen in the mixed soil. The corpses of the villagers in Niujia Village fell into the muddy soil. Gradually silence.

Holding a five or six-year-old child, Sanbao's movements were a little numb and even mechanical. He looked at the pale and bloodless child in his arms, and felt sad in his heart.

Gently placed on the ground, lying with the villagers of Niujia Village, he stood up and watched silently.

Xia Yuan sat on a piece of clean ground not far away, with a complex face, he is not hard-hearted, his heart is also made of flesh, and it also hurts, and he deeply felt this after seeing the tragic situation left by the devil's three-light policy. The darkness of the world, the cruelty of devils.

Infants, children, unarmed, they swung their bayonets at them.

The devils stabbed bayonets at the elderly who were over half a century old and could not even move. Even women were defiled and killed by the Japanese devils.

Xia Yuan looked up at the bright sky, the sunlight in the sky was so dazzling.

The soil on the ground is being baked, and the marks left by the torrential rain will eventually be dried by the sun and disappear, while the ditch marks left by the mud mixed with rain and soil are like an indelible scar.

"Sit down and rest."

Xia Yuan was holding the gun, his eyes were a bit complicated, and he fought a lot of battles, big and small. This is the first time he saw such a cruel scene. I hope he will not experience a situation that he cannot change in the future. Who will feel powerless? can understand.

The more you know what is going to happen, the less you have the ability to change, the more profound the feeling of powerlessness.

He can change the fate of some small people, but he can't change the final direction of the war, which cannot be shaken by his own strength.

Just like this village died in the sweep of the Japanese devils.

There were countless such villages during the Anti-Japanese War, and many, many villages had no exact records. No one knew about their deaths. Even if they were passed on by word of mouth, they would gradually disappear in the long river of history.

Sitting on the ground, Xia Yuan looked at the corpses in the distance, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather liked to talk to him about the past, especially how difficult life was in the past, but there was a sense of sadness in the difficulties. At that time, he didn't like to listen to positive energy, and he suffered a lot of beatings for it.

Grandpa always taught him a lesson, made him stride, and whispered in his ear: "Your living conditions are better now, but how did you get such a good living condition, do you know? Someone ate it for you and you can't eat it." It’s hard to imagine! If you let you take a horse step, you will cry for your father and mother. If you are asked to fight the little devil with a knife, will you turn around and run away! The blood of the Chinese cannot be worn away by your generation Lose!"

This is how things used to be.

The two rested for a while, and continued to carry the corpses. There were too many corpses, and they could only carry them over and sort them out a little. The burial work still had to wait for their own people to come. The strength of the two people was limited, more than 300 It takes more than 300 pits just to dig a corpse, which is a lot of work.

Near noon, the two finished moving more than 300 corpses from Niujia Village. The corpses were moved to an open space behind the village. The canned food seized by the Japanese devils tastes so-so, very salty, but very nutritious. There is more meat in the canned food. The two who are used to eating rough tea and light food still eat with gusto. They still have dry food on their bodies, and eat it with dry food , the taste is still good.

After eating the meat in the can, Xia Yuan crumbled the dry food cake and threw it into the can, and stirred it with a twig, and it turned into a bowl of batter. The color didn't look very good, but the taste was good.

Seeing Xia Yuan's way of eating, Sanbao also imitated him by crushing the dry food cakes and throwing them in the can, tasted it, "It tastes like the salty one I drink, but it's a bit weird."

Xia Yuan pursed his lips with a smile on his face. When he was in North Korea, he ate most of this kind of salty paste. Especially during the time at Changjin Lake, he bought a lot of canned food and distributed them to the seventh The soldiers of the company eat those dry fried noodles, once they are put into the can, a salty can is ready.

But when I was in Shangganling, I suffered a lot. There was nothing to eat in Shangganling, and basically all the food was distributed to the wounded. , but everyone is full of faith, everyone is full of hope, and the enthusiasm for fighting is the highest he has ever seen in his life.

The fierce battle failed to defeat the soldiers, but made them advance bravely and strive to be heroes.

(End of this chapter)