The country is broken

Picking up the old hen that was no longer alive and throwing it at the old man's feet, the burly man said as if giving an order: "Clean it up, make a pot of chicken soup, cook a few more dishes, don't be reluctant to add oil."

"This, this is a chicken that lays eggs!" For the households in Lizhuang, an old hen that can only lay eggs is the main source of income for the family. They usually save a few eggs and exchange them for needles, thread, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. By a chicken ass.

Ordinary people would not be willing to kill a chicken that lays eggs unless they had to. The old hen who had dedicated her life to the old man died tragically in front of him.

"What nonsense, go!" The stout man looked impatient.

The magpie's nest is occupied by Jiuzhan, these guys are holding guns in their hands, and his evil son is the master who kills without blinking an eye. For the sake of the whole village, the old man had to give in, and held the old hen in tears. Walking towards the kitchen, his stooped figure seemed to have aged more than ten years. [

Looking at the vicissitudes of the old man's back, "I'm not dead!" the stout man muttered, turned around and walked into the main room.

"Mr. Duan! The younger brother is leaning against you, but he is hugging the thigh of a fairy. You have to take care of the younger brother!" The thick and strong man who looked at his father with a fierce face was opposite to Mr. Duan who was sitting in the main room. Respectfully.

"It's easy to say, when I see Master Anxi, I will definitely say a few good words for you." Mr. Duan looked down on the thick man in his heart. This guy is a ruthless executioner. He heard that even his own mother could kill him. The guy is determined to be pro-Japanese and anti-communist, and this time he will not discuss big plans with this local snake who is familiar with this area.

"I'll leave my brother's future to Brother Duan." The burly man even changed his address from Mr. to Brother to show his closeness. I have already offended the people in the surrounding ten miles and eight villages. If I don't find a strong backer, it will be difficult to live in fear all day long.But now there is a regular brigade of the Japanese army temporarily stationed nearby. They are not familiar with the place, and they are employing people.This opportunity is really rare for him, all he needs is someone to introduce him, and it can be said that he has a bright future.

"Yeah! In the future, if you want Brother Zeng to help you, you must give him face!" Mr. Duan laughed, and the contempt in his heart did not diminish, what is it!Before I saw Colonel Anxi, I was thinking about being in charge.

"Definitely! I Zeng Liu must remember Brother Duan's kindness, and in the future, just tell me if you have something to do! I will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!" The burly man said, patting his chest.

The two looked at each other and laughed, very hypocritically, the two were just using each other to get what they needed.

After the Anxi Brigade suffered a big loss from the fourth company of the [-]th district team, they didn't even get the hair of the fourth company, but they were isolated by the strong wall and cleared the field to take revenge. Anxi Dazuo thought that he had suffered a loss because he was not familiar with the place, so he became angry and couldn't care less The scandal that the brigade was taken advantage of by a small group of Tuba Road was exposed, and it immediately sent a telegram to the base camp, requesting that someone familiar with the local area be sent to help wipe out the Tuba Road.

The Japanese Army Command in Shijiazhuang was naturally happy to have a passing brigade offer to help them eliminate the troublesome Eighth Route Army.Naturally, the request to the Anxi Brigade is full assistance.Immediately dispatched Duan Guishan, the captain of the 1417th Brigade of the [-] Special Service Unit, who is familiar with the intelligence work in the Hebei-Shanxi area, to report to the Anxi Brigade with all the capable people to help wipe out the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army. old rival.Both sides are mortal enemies who are extremely jealous when they meet.

With tears in his eyes, the old man washed and peeled the old hen in the kitchen, shaking the firewood in the burning stove, and green smoke rising from the black chimney. In order not to bring disaster to the villagers, the old man could only do his best. He tried his best to prepare the dishes, and while he was thinking about his mind, he numbly grabbed the firewood and stuffed it into the stove. Suddenly, he grabbed something empty with one hand and looked to the side. There was not enough firewood. He stood up and went to the firewood room next door to prepare While moving firewood, I heard voices coming from the main room next door.

The firewood room of the old man’s house is on the right side of the main room. The old house that has been passed down from generation to generation has long been dilapidated. A wall full of barbarians separates the main room and the firewood room. A hole dug out by a mouse can easily allow the people in the woodshed to hear the movement in the main room.

The instinct of human curiosity made the old man involuntarily come to those holes.

"...Brigade... Tuba Road..."

"...Destroy... District [-]... Hehe..."

"...kill all..."

It doesn't matter if you listen to it, but the few words you vaguely heard made the old man break out in a cold sweat. This villain of himself is pulling a group of traitors and wants to lead the Japanese to wipe out the [-]th district team, and even Encourage the Japanese to massacre villages to establish their prestige.

The old man didn't dare to listen any longer, for fear that the traitors in the main room and yard would discover his anomaly.Hurriedly picked up a stack of firewood and walked out, continued to sit by the stove, pretending to continue cooking as if it was a matter of course, but his heart was as anxious as the river was overwhelmed.

Pretending to succumb to the despotic power, the old man served these traitors a table of delicious dishes respectfully and submissively.

"Old man, what can we do if we have food but no wine?! Go, get a jar of wine! I want good wine!" Zeng Liu, a stout man, glanced sideways at a table of food, bossing around the human relationship, and threw a few oceans with his hands. [

The old man silently picked up Dayang, and Zeng Liu sneered at his resigned attitude, but he said in his heart that it is best to have a gun in his hand these days, as long as I point the gun at the muzzle of this old thing , Aren't you afraid that you will be disobedient? !

Several other secret agents also looked at the old man gloatingly. They really don't know how this old man raised such a treasure as Zeng Liu.

Before leaving the door, Mr. Duan's son, Duan Cheng, who was watching the door, yelled at a spy. The spy nodded and quietly followed the old man who was out drinking. Obviously, these spies still did not relax their vigilance.

The old man walked out of the door, pretended to be honest and went to get a drink, and peeked around. After all, the ordinary villagers were old and faint, and had no anti-reconnaissance experience. , so he gritted his teeth, but didn't rush to the grocery store in the village.

Where is this old guy going? !wrong!The old man was about to slip away, and the spy, who noticed that the old man was moving abnormally, ignored the follow-up surveillance and kept hidden, took out his pistol and shouted, "Old man! Stop!".

"Stop! If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot!" The spy shouted from behind. The old man was startled, and when he looked back, he realized that his intentions had been exposed, but he didn't have any intention of stopping.

Boom! ~The agent fired!

The old man swayed, and suddenly burst out from nowhere. He didn't seem to have the strength and agility that an old man should have. Relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the village, he walked straight around the village path with his legs, completely ignoring the spies behind him. With shouts and gunshots, they ran desperately out of the village.

The old man has only one belief in his heart, as long as he can find the Eighth Route Army, there will be salvation in the village!

In the evening, Li Wei led a platoon of the Fourth Company to mobilize and move all the nearby villages away, and then he was going to find a place to prepare dinner.Company-level cadres are grassroots officers on the front line, and they have to do a lot of work by themselves. Unlike other troops, orderlies do everything for them. Li Wei also has to dig a hole on the ground with a fine steel engineering shovel to make an earthen stove. , all households in the village sealed off their pots and stoves long after the walls were cleared, and they couldn't keep people at all. They had to dig out the pots for the marching stoves to eat.

Digging earth stoves is also very particular. Those with fewer troops dig more stoves. This is a fox pretending to be a tiger. If there are more troops, they dig less stoves, but they pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. A platoon led by Li Wei digs more stoves than a company needs. It's twice as much, which is obviously a deception, so that the enemy can't be sure about the real strength of Li Wei's platoon.

Just as Li Wei was holding up his engineering shovel and was about to dig a marching stove indiscriminately, a militiaman followed him and stood at attention to salute, saying: "Report, there is an old man who wants Company Commander Li!"

"Old man?!" Li Wei stopped digging the camp stove and scratched his head. It's impossible for him to have any relatives surnamed Li in this area? !

"Let him come over!" Li Wei heavily planted the engineering shovel on the ground.

An old man whose face was covered with sweat and dust was supported by two militiamen who sympathized with the elderly. When he saw Li Wei, he staggered towards him as if he had found a relative. He obviously recognized Li Wei.

"Master, it's you!" Li Wei recognized the old man who warmly gave him tea in the residential house he knocked open during the day.

"Comrade Eighth Route Army! We found you!" The old man was out of breath, his face was pale and weak, such a long journey was already overwhelming for an elderly man, and a hole in his cloth shoes was worn out, exposing his toes .However, regardless of his tiredness, the old man held Li Wei's hand tightly and said incoherently, "I, I'm really sorry for you!"

"Master, please take a breath and talk slowly..." It was not easy for an old man to run so far to find Li Wei. Li Wei said to the militiamen beside him, "Get a bowl of sugar water quickly!" The village where the old man lives is not far from Li Wei's current location. Looking at the rough and dusty appearance of the old man on the road, it is obvious that he urgently needs a bowl of calorie-rich sugar water to replenish his strength.

The old man blushed suddenly and shook his head vigorously, his skinny hands grabbed Li Wei's hand tightly, the strength almost made Li Wei feel abnormal, and he said word by word: "No! Leave me alone, I'm fine , My damn unworthy son! He led a group of traitors, and led the Japanese to massacre our people and our Eighth Route Army..." Before he could finish his words, he couldn't catch his breath, and his face collapsed with a gray face.