The country is broken

Chen Simao is an old guerrilla. He still remembers that he was just an ordinary farmer and a good farmer in the village. After the soldier master who knew what to howl came to his village, his life fell into a kind of nightmare. I heard from knowledgeable people that these soldiers who spoke strange dialects were Japanese soldiers and Japanese devils. At first they were still stationed in the county town, but later they wanted to build a small blockhouse in the village, and the place they chose happened to be the location of the three adobe houses of Wanger Mazi in the east of the village.

I don't know how Wang Ermazi discussed with the Japanese soldiers at that time. I only know that after a dull gunshot, Wang Ermazi's body was wrapped around his neck with a rope and dragged around the village by horses. They all saw that Wang Ermazi had seventeen or eighteen wounds on his body, and his face was still angry and unwilling when he died. At the same time, Wang Ermazi's daughter-in-law was ruined by two Japanese soldiers in broad daylight. The eldest son also threw a bayonet into a well in the village. Some of them got angry and tried to reason with the Japanese soldiers. Before they could talk, they were knocked down by rifles on the spot. The bayonet stabbed wildly.

Several people were killed in the village, and there was an unprecedented panic. The families of the young children who were beaten to death by the Japanese soldiers were crying and crying. Which young people were not their parents who worked so hard to pull a dozen or so children? Year-raised flesh and blood.

Just when other people in the village were in danger, the Japanese soldiers left.

Perhaps killing a few innocent people, the Japanese soldiers hurried back to the county seat. Just when the village was still in a gloomy state, a large group of Japanese soldiers surrounded the village again and gathered all the villagers in the threshing ground A Chinese translator said that he was taking pictures of the people in the village, but after removing the black cloth of the so-called camera, what greeted the terrified villagers were machine guns spewing evil spirits. [

If Chen Simao hadn't gone to the blacksmith in the neighboring village to repair the hoe that day, he would have been poisoned by the Japanese soldiers as well.

Kneeling on the ground soaked in the blood of the whole village, including his own father and brother.Chen Simao cried and howled like crazy until he passed out, cried again when he woke up, and then fainted again. When there were no tears to cry, he slowly buried the corpses of the whole village , he went to revenge with the determination to die, but was stopped by the passing guerrillas.After many times of persuasion and education, he joined the guerrillas. The hatred of the country and the family made him realize that revenge is not just his own business. Apart from his family, there are thousands of souls across the country who need him to take revenge. .

Due to insufficient training and lack of combat experience, Chen Simao often did reconnaissance and sentry work. Even so, he participated in many battles, and even stabbed a devil and a puppet soldier to death with his own hands.

Reconnaissance is a very dangerous job, if detected by the enemy.The result is that the devil is very angry.Very serious consequences.

Hearing news that many devils had come from the north, saying they were going south, Chen Simao had been on the sidelines of the road early on as a mobile sentry.See how many devils pass by, and see if you can pick up some bargains. Sometimes there are too many devils, and the guerrillas will not fight. Report the situation to the organization, and comrades from the Eighth Route Army with stronger combat effectiveness will come to clean up. Yan, our common people's own army is not vegetarian.

After waiting for three or four hours, I thought the devils would not come.Chen Simao suddenly felt a rumbling sound coming from a distance. At first he thought it was thunder, but he saw the smoke and dust rising from the end of his eyes, which shocked him.

A Japanese devil holding a shining bayonet and scattered in battle formation came along the road. From time to time, a few devil soldiers riding motorcycles with crooked machine guns strafed the surrounding hills.

Chen Simao didn't move. This was a trick of the devils to shoot blindly, so that those inexperienced people thought they had been exposed. If they were fooled at this time.With a little movement, it is certain that after a while, it will be beaten into a hornet's nest. Humans can't run, let alone the flat plains here.

A few bullets were lucky enough to only hit the low bushes far away from Chen Simao, and the pieces of branches flew straight. Just looking at the dozens of devil soldiers who were the vanguard, the hairs on Chen Simao's back stood on end. An order of magnitude of vanguard troops, isn't the large army of devils behind

Another troop of cavalry swept past their eyes with a trail of smoke and dust recklessly, marching without any disguise, which clearly showed their scale and combat effectiveness.

Teams of soldiers, carrying full equipment and rumbling vehicles, came along the road from north to south non-stop. In front of each team of soldiers was a dazzling red plaster flag, and there was a flag in parallel with it. There are armored vehicles and vehicles towing heavy artillery, and strange Japanese words and laughter are heard from time to time in the team. These invaders obviously regard this place as their royal paradise.

Carrying tens of kilograms of equipment on his back, Nakamura Makino, a private from Kyushu, was walking in the queue with an expression of excitement on his face.

"China is really big, the land is scary, and it looks like it will never end. We came out of Manchuria and came here. I heard from the officers that we have just walked a short distance!~" Nakamura Makino, who was born as a farmer, has been in the army since he joined the army. After coming to China, although I have a meager military salary, it is much better than farming before. Last month, I sent a sum of saved money to my family.

"Yes, Mr. Nakamura, it's really not fair for the ignorant and weak Chinese to occupy such a vast and rich land!~"

"It's not like our Kyushu, where we can see the sea after a short walk, and the mainland of China will not reach the end of the year."

"But their population is really large? I'm a little scared to see it."

"There is nothing to be afraid of the cowardly and weak Chinese pigs. If you kill a few more of them, they will be afraid. It is best to kill them all. The rest are people from our Yamato nation, so there is nothing to be afraid of." .”

"Their minerals are enough for our descendants to occupy the whole world. I don't know if I can have the status of a lord before I die."

"The land is definitely enough, but Yamada-kun, you have to live for so long. Looking at you now, I am afraid that you will die in the belly of a woman before you become a great lord." [

There was laughter at the words of the talkative fellow.

The Japanese soldier known as Yamada shyly held the general's belly, his face turned red and blue, but seeing that the soldier who spoke was much thicker than him, he resisted the attack and said unhappily: "You are from Izu. Untouchables, if it wasn’t for the grace of the Emperor Meiji, how could a lowly person like you have been able to enter the imperial army, and you should continue to be a slave of our family just like your ancestors.”