The country is broken

"Dinner is served, dinner is served!~" There was a piercing voice of a male duck in the prison, and there was a commotion in the low prison.

The anti-Japanese masses who can be imprisoned are basically assigned to dig mines or directly slaughtered. The devils still think that there are some serious criminals who have some use value. In addition to being dragged out from time to time to be tortured and interrogated, the devils are also reluctant to let them die. There is no useful information, and food is still provided twice a day, but obviously these prisoners are not treated as human beings, and there is no good food. Basically, it is pig food with little nutrition such as coarse bran, peanut skin and distiller's grains. People always want to live Yes, although the food given by the devil is not enough to eat, but he can't starve to death, but he is getting weaker and weaker day by day.

It was more like a clay bowl full of pig food was stuffed into the fence of the prison door where the food was delivered. The people who were originally devoid of energy struggled to squeeze forward, scrambling to pick up the bowl and gobble it up. Although there was no nutrition at all, but Something is better than nothing for those who are suffering.

"Boy, yours." A bowl of rice that looked no different from others was stuffed into Duan Cheng's cell.

Duan Cheng raised his eyes and saw that the man who tormented people's ears with the voice of a male duck was the prison boss, and he was not polite. He dragged the rice bowl and saw that two chopsticks were sticking straight into the rice, and Duan Cheng almost missed it. His nose turned out of anger, this chopstick insertion method is obviously for the dead, fuck his uncle, he is simply cursing me to die sooner. [

The scolding is scolding, the meal has to be eaten as it is, holding the bowl and hiding in a corner where other people in the cell can't see, Duan Cheng pulled out his chopsticks and pulled the meal to see, okay, today's meal still has personality, just look at the surface The bran, white rice and sliced ​​ham underneath, the old man did not forget himself, not to mention adding a few pieces of stinky tofu, no one can see that his rice has added ingredients, since he is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas.Duan Cheng could no longer swallow the coarse grains and coarse cakes he used to have. He felt that he was so stupid before, that he would be made to suffer by the Eighth Route Army, and he was still in danger.

Suddenly, as if he had eaten something, he stuck his tongue straight, and Duan Cheng quickly spit out the foreign object that almost scratched his throat on the ground, "Bah, bah, what is this? It almost choked me to death!" Duan Cheng pawed the culprit on the ground. culprit.It turned out to be a small vellum roll.

Duan Cheng put down the bowl and picked up the thing with a look of doubt: "What is this?!" He picked up the scroll and looked carefully, it seemed that there was something wrapped inside.

Carefully tore it open, and unfolded a small note wrapped in it, "Someone will be robbed in prison in the near future, wait for the opportunity to escape, father: Duan Guishan."

Duan Cheng was stunned, what, someone will rob the prison recently, the old man wants to run with him.He nodded.That's a good idea. If I came out of the prison openly and went back to the Eighth Route Army directly, it would be wrong for people to check.It's a strange thing to not be suspicious. If someone escaped from prison just in time, it would be a good reason.

I don't know who is so brave to move the prison, and the little devils are so lucky that they will cooperate to release the water. No wonder some important political prisoners and some other prisoners disappeared two days ago. The prisoners in the prison thought they were killed, but Unexpectedly, it was just quietly transferred.

It seems that the Japanese also prepared for a small loss, but Duan Cheng's mood immediately improved a lot when he thought that he would soon be able to leave this small and dank cell.

In the city of Taiyuan, since the Japanese occupation.The bustling crowds of the past are gone, and only hungry wild dogs are running around on the dirty streets, even competing with people for food.The whole city can be regarded as somewhat popular, that is, there are a few steamed bun shops scattered, comfort stations and military camps. Apart from the patrolling Japanese soldiers lined up neatly passing through the street from time to time, there are only some Japanese expatriates and ronin wantonly. They scurry around in the streets, apparently taking this ancient city as their king's paradise. Only the Chinese civilians who used to be less than [-]% of the original city are left in the city from time to time, passing through the alleys like rats crossing the street.For them, it is difficult to let go of the place where their ancestors lived for generations. What's more, if they escape to other places, they will not be able to keep up with the speed of the Japanese. Doing odd jobs under the Japanese may barely fill their stomachs.

In a dilapidated courtyard in the city, the thick old locust tree stretched out its branches, and the dense branches and leaves covered a shade under the tree, and there was still a piercing chirp of cicadas.

Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Teacher Gao! ~Teacher Gao, open the door quickly."

"Who?!" There was a sudden noise in the main room in the courtyard, and a man's deep voice sounded.

"It's me, Lao Luo, open the door quickly."

"Come here!~"

A thin middle-aged man walked out of the main room, hurriedly went straight to the courtyard door and opened it abruptly, and saw a man who looked like a coachman standing outside, with a rickshaw parked beside him.

"Come into the courtyard quickly!~" The middle-aged man called Teacher Gao stretched his head and looked around the courtyard door, and hurriedly pulled the driver who knocked on the door, and pulled the rickshaw in by the way, and quickly closed the courtyard door.

The two entered the main room together, and the middle-aged man called Teacher Gao quickly brought a bowl of water and a small bowl for the coachman.

The coachman surnamed Luo wiped his sweat with the white belly sweat on his hands, and drank the water in the bowl in one gulp. The weather in August was still terribly hot. When he was bowling, his eyes couldn't move away from their sockets. The golden millet noodles were mixed with acorn noodles, exuding a fatal temptation.

Can't help swallowing, the coachman surnamed Luo suppressed the hunger in his stomach strongly, and said with a really embarrassed smile: "Mr. Your niece eats." [

In order to seize all kinds of resources, the Japanese army supported the war with war, and the surplus food of the common people was also raided. It is rare that a few cornbreads were considered precious at that time.

"It's all from my own family, so why not be polite, eat it, I have some left at home." The middle-aged man called Teacher Gao still twitched his muscles, but he knew in his heart that the bowl of corn bread in front of him was already home. The last point can be regarded as serious grain food, and there is only a little bran and rough chaff left in the house.

"Then, I'm really not welcome." The driver surnamed Luo swept away the steamed bread in the small bowl like a wolf, and it was obvious that he was also hungry. Living a life of malnutrition, one meal without a meal.

"Old Luo, what about the news about other comrades? Do you want to do it or not? How many people are willing to follow suit?" The middle-aged man named Teacher Gao suddenly took out a black and bright pistol, and gently placed it on the small square table .