The country is broken

After so many years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, both the soldiers and the common people did not panic about the emergency transfer. They quickly packed up important belongings, drove the animals, and moved out of the village in an orderly manner under the command of the militia.

Not far from the village, I heard a slight roar from the sky, and two small black dots flew slowly from a distance. The people and troops who were moving outside the village immediately stopped and quickly cut the dead grass and grass nearby. Branches, ready for concealment.

The soldiers and civilians who had been transferred outside the village had just taken cover when the Japanese enemy planes flew over the village. All the soldiers and civilians were almost engrossed and quiet, even the mouths of the nursing babies were covered.

The Eighth Route Army has always lacked anti-aircraft weapons. Except for the rare opportunity to organize surprise attacks and desperate battles when it is not prepared, the troops do not easily provoke such fast and fierce flying combat weapons.The special anti-air gun array of the Second Battalion in the past had extremely high requirements for the cooperation of the group, and ordinary soldiers could not organize a neat and consistent scene at all.

The two Maxim heavy machine guns of the headquarters were quietly erected. Only this kind of heavy firepower with a range and firepower far superior to rifles is qualified to fight against aircraft. Although most people have experienced many air raids, they still face Facing the Japanese fighter jets, I still couldn't suppress the tension in my heart. [

Machine gunners are not guns tightly locked on the aircraft in the air.

Perhaps it was because the target of the Eighth Route Army in the village was not found in the air. Two Japanese fighter jets circled over the village a few times, and even flew at a low altitude nearby, as low as the soldiers on the ground could shoot directly. Hit, but no one dares to pull the trigger. In the army that pays attention to all actions and obeys the command, unauthorized actions will definitely be punished. Without sophisticated weapons and training, only relying on the strength of the collective can make the individual attached to the collective To survive, the individual is like a gear that runs finely with other people in the collective.To maximize combat effectiveness, individual heroism means black sheep most of the time in the Eighth Route Army.

Perhaps because nothing unusual was found in the air, the two Japanese fighter jets returned to the sky above the village, unwillingly strafed the village a few times, dropped a bomb that collapsed a courtyard, and then flew back angrily.

"It's dangerous!~" The commander of the eleventh division wiped the cold sweat from his forehead

"Investigate! Thoroughly investigate, who betrayed the position of the headquarters to the Japanese?" Political Commissar Wang stared angrily at the direction where the Japanese fighter jets disappeared.

For the traitors, the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians can't wait to sleep on their skins, eat their flesh, and betray their own people, not only sending their own people into the fire pit, but also sending themselves to a place where there will be no redemption. Everyone knows that the Japanese believe what they say, and they are extremely ashamed .Even being a traitor will not end well.

Return to the meeting place in the village.The atmosphere is no longer as exciting as it was before the air raid. Instead, it has increased a bit of depression. The anti-Japanese war has not yet been successful, and comrades still need to work hard. There are still many Japanese targets that have not been destroyed. The lives and properties of the masses are still threatened by the enemy. The task on the shoulders of the district captain of the district team is quite heavy.

During the few days when Wang Bao held a meeting at the 43th Division Headquarters, the Japanese army’s winter raids were quietly launched. In the past few years, the Japanese and puppet troops had the habit of spending the winter in peace without mopping up in winter, but at the end of [-], it was uncharacteristically , and even refused to give the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians a chance to recuperate, and might start a multi-faceted war with the Japanese army.The battle in the Pacific battlefield was tense, and a large number of soldiers were transferred from China to the Pacific battlefield and Burma. In order to ensure the so-called rear front of the Chinese battlefield, the Japanese army in North China repeatedly raided the anti-Japanese base areas, seeking a decisive battle with the anti-Japanese armed forces. Sexually stabilize the law and order area and ensure that the resources looted from China will supply Japan's fascist war.

In Gaoyang County, the villagers of Yang Village, who were still sleeping soundly after working, were awakened by the sudden sound of dog barking and noisy and rapid door knocking in the village.

Then fell into a nightmare.

A group of Japanese and puppet soldiers broke into the village ferociously, yelled like bandits and kicked open the doors of every house, stabbed the barking watchdog to death with bayonets, broke into the villagers' homes with loud shouts, and killed a family that was still in shock. The young and old dragged each other out of bed and viciously forced all the villagers to the grain drying ground in the village.

It is already winter in November, and the wind is biting. Wearing thin clothes, men, women and children in Yangcun are wrapped in quilts, standing shivering in the cold wind, cuddling each other.

The grain drying field was surrounded by a squadron of Japanese soldiers and a squadron of puppet regiments. Machine guns were set up on the commanding heights of the roofs on the side, and the gloomy muzzles pointed directly at the villagers.

The Japanese and puppet soldiers were all holding torches, and the flames fluctuated, reflecting the ferocious faces of the Japanese and puppet soldiers from time to time, which frightened the children of Yangcun so much that they did not even dare to cry louder.

Some time ago, the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County tricked the people of Gaoyang County and Renqiu County into Renqiu County. Grab the door and plunge the villagers into absolute terror.

"The imperial army is friendly and does not harm the common people." The expression on the face of the squadron leader Yamazaki is indescribably hypocritical. "But!" Squadron Captain Yamazaki's tone suddenly became cold, "The imperial army's patience is limited. Tell me, which one is the Eighth Route Army and which one is the Communist Party? If you tell me, the imperial army will be rewarded greatly. If you don't tell me, hey, If you connect the eight roads, you will be punished if you communicate with each other, and you will die."

The orders from the higher authorities required the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County to take advantage of the difficult winter supplies and severe cold weather to wipe out the Eighth Route Army’s anti-Japanese armed forces as much as possible. After the Sixth Regiment's operation was over, as soon as they returned to Renqiu County, they harassed the village like mad dogs, intending to catch one or two Eighth Route Army and the Communist Party, follow the clues, and completely wipe out the anti-Japanese armed forces in Hebei and Shandong.

The notoriety of Captain Yamazaki's notoriety has been ignited since the incident in Renqiu County. The murderous act of murder has engraved deep fear in the hearts of the people in the two counties. It still wakes up many villagers from their sleep. His few words immediately startle There was a desperate cry among the villagers of Yang Village.

"Yoxi! Say it, tell it quickly! Don't say it, you're dead, you're dead, say it, the imperial army will be rewarded!" Squadron Captain Yamazaki shook a large stack of military tickets in his hand, shaking loudly. [

Among the villagers, a few knowledgeable villagers saw the military ticket in the hands of Squadron Leader Yamazaki, with a look of disgust in their eyes. The Japanese really treat the Chinese as human beings, and they don’t even accept them. They are like waste paper. The military buys tickets to fool the Chinese people.

"Your! Come out!" Yamazaki casually pointed to a village woman.

The village woman was so frightened that she burst into tears and squeezed into the crowd desperately, but couldn't hold back two wolf-like Japanese soldiers who jumped into the crowd and dragged her out. A village woman snatched it back, and some stomped their feet angrily and cursed.

Boom! ~

Two shrill gunshots rang out, and the gunshots slashed through the air with a long whistle, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who swung their bayonets in the encirclement made a stabbing movement inward.

The village woman was dragged out of the crowd despite the resistance of the villagers.

"Say? Which one is Balu?!" Yamazaki stared at the village woman viciously, and drew out a section of the samurai sword in his hand with a squeaky sound. The snow-white blade reflected a bloodthirsty cold light under the light of the torch.

Maybe it was because she was extremely scared, the village woman stopped crying, and burst out of courage from nowhere, "Bah!" The village woman spat heavily on the face of the captain of the Yamada squadron.

It seemed a little unbelievable. After touching the wetness on his face, Squadron Captain Yamazaki looked at the sticky thing sticking to his snow-white gloves. As if he had been greatly insulted, he suddenly jumped up and pulled out Out of the samurai sword.

A samurai of the Great Japanese Empire was spat on by a Chinese untouchable. It was an insult to his samurai status, and he could only be washed away with the blood of the other party.

Yamazaki called out strangely: "Baga!~~"

A cold light flashed.

There was a strange smirk on the face of the village woman, a stream of blood froth overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her head tilted, and she rolled down, the blood in her cavity immediately sprayed far away, most of the trousers of Squadron Yamazaki were sprayed with blood , speckled scarlet, as if swearing in words that he would rather die than surrender.

There was an exclamation of fear among the villagers.

"Don't eat the toast, eat the fine wine!~" The squadron leader Yamazaki kicked the dead village woman's head far away.

"Say it?!" Squadron Captain Yamazaki howled as he waved his bloody samurai sword!

"You! Come out!" Yamazaki pointed at a villager again.

This villager was a young boy. He walked out of the crowd boldly and shook off the hands that were trying to pull him back. He knew that the young people born and bred in Yang Village would bear the responsibility.

"Which one is connected to the Eight Routes? Which one is connected to the Communist Party?!" Yamazaki's eyes seemed to choose people and devour them and hungry wolves, glowing green and ferocious.

"I don't know!" The young villager replied decisively and resolutely, and offered a sentence: "If you want to know who the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party is, go and dream of your Qingqiu dream!" The extremely contemptuous look in the eyes of the young villager made Yamazaki's The pupils shrank involuntarily.

"Baga!" Feeling that he was being fooled, the squadron leader Yamazaki raised his samurai sword in a frenzy, and slashed down on his head.

A cavity of hot blood immediately soaked a large expanse of frozen soil. [

Squadron leader Yamazaki reluctantly pulled one out of the villagers again.

His answer was still "I don't know" and a look of contempt.

After beheading 15 people in a row, Yamazaki's hands were trembling, and the answers of 15 people in a row were resolutely as if they were the same person. He couldn't imagine that the bones of the villagers in Yangcun were so hard, even though those villagers almost had their fear written on their faces. Pale, trembling, standing unsteadily, but when standing in front of him, it was like a different person, completely ignoring the samurai sword in his hand.