Chapter 330

In a dizzy state, Li Wei felt that his chest was pressed by a huge rock, and his breathing became difficult to block. He felt extremely uncomfortable. He tried to open his eyes desperately, but his eyelids seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't open them. Li Wei's mind became more and more concentrated with his anxiety. The idea of ​​opening his eyes became more and more vigorous. Slowly, he could feel that his eyes could turn, and with another force, a sudden light appeared in his sight.

A large silky object with a weak luster appeared in front of me. After a while, my vision began to become clear. It was a bunch of neat and healthy black hair, and it also emitted a faint fragrance.

Li Wei shook his body, and the person pressing against him immediately reacted, and immediately left his body, sat beside him, staring at him with surprise, with a faint light of tears in his eyes.

"Xinyu!" Li Wei barely made a sound. He felt that his body was so weak at the moment that even a three-year-old child could put him down.

"Weizi! You're awake!" Lin Xinyu rushed to Li Wei again with a crying voice, which made Li Wei roll his eyes. It was really an old saying that it was the most difficult thing to absorb the kindness of a beauty.

"Xiaoyu, you, you, I'm almost crushed to death by you!" Li Wei was left to breathe and didn't breathe. He remembered that this was the second time. It seemed that the beauty's concave and convex body always made him feel the pain of dying.

"Ah!" Lin Xinyu immediately sat up straight, and her little face turned red.

Bang! ~

The door in the room was knocked open, "Boss! We just fucked a Japanese enemy plane. Boss, are you okay here!" Fan Guowen rushed in with a light machine gun and a few soldiers. Suddenly seeing Lin Xinyu's abnormality, Fan Guowen was stunned. He immediately turned around and bombarded the soldiers around him, laughed awkwardly, lowered his head and said, "Hehe, you can continue, continue!" As he said that, he took the door with him and retreated.

"Really! These people are really..." Lin Xinyu couldn't sit still, her face flushed and she couldn't say shyly. She covered her face and turned around and opened the door and ran away.

"What's wrong outside? Damn it, have the Japanese come again?" Li Wei heard the noise outside and heard the movement outside. It was estimated that the district team must have suffered losses and wanted to go out to see what happened, but he was weak all over and was stunned and was filled with a stomach full of suffocation. The exhausted martial arts master is not as good as a native dog.

After recuperation for a week, Li Wei got out of bed and moved slowly. When he heard the post-war summary of the Japanese air raid that caused nearly 20 deaths and more than 30 deaths in the 12th District Team a week ago, Li Wei wanted to take people to clear the Japanese airport immediately.

The base was air strike, and a few remnants of Yiguandao rekindled, making rumors everywhere that the 12th District Team angered the gods, and the gods asked the Japanese to punish the Eighth Route Army. The propaganda teams of the third platoon immediately responded. If the Japanese devils were all so-called god thugs, then this god must be from Japan. Yiguandao was simply a disaster for betraying the country. According to Li Wei's performance in the raid on the Seven Stars of Yiguandao, in the struggle with the remnants, the 12th District Team also brought out a fierce news that Li Wei was the descendant of the authentic Taoist sect. In contrast, those who opposed the authentic famous sect must be evil ways, and even more so that those cults deceived the world and stole the reputation.

The widespread cultural night classes and the people with significantly improved their ideology are obviously no longer as easy to fool as before. The people all sniffed the rumors, and the rumors were self-defeating within two or three days. Instead, they reconciled several of the remnants of Yiguandao and killed several of them after the public trial, which scared the remaining Yiguandao elements to lose their voices and dared not make any rash moves. On the other hand, the people sent condolences to Li Wei, the only wounded soldier in the raid on Yiguandao, so many old hens could almost open a chicken farm.

As the saying goes, it is easy to hide guns, but difficult to defend against hidden arrows. Wang Bao was really afraid of those enemies hiding in the dark. How many Liwei in the district team could not afford this inhumane attack. In order to protect this precious health team and no longer let the health team encounter any danger, the district team organized manpower to build a new house and directly set up a designated hospital. The armed forces of the district team directly guarded. After construction, the scale of Shijing Village has no longer looked like a village, and it has a small town pattern. Most villagers are no longer limited to the old industries of agricultural planting. Arsenal workshops, blacksmith shops, health teams, non-staple food industries and other industries have taken root and settled in Shijing Village.

"Captain Ono, you'd better not to expose your head too much from the stronghold." A Japanese soldier said to his new boss with a nervous expression, huddled inside the wall, and his eyes were occasionally aimed outside the stronghold.

Recently, the Eighth Route Army has been active frequently and has been cold guns. The former team leader, who was close to a small stronghold on the side of the road leading to Baoding County, accidentally exposed his body too much. He was knocked off by a cold gun stray bullet and pulled his forehead halfway, and he devoted himself to the emperor.

"It's better to let the Eighth Route Army shoot him!" Captain Nio Ono squadron slapped his mouth disdainfully, and lowered his head slightly. Since he was sent to this stronghold, he has never felt better.

The Japanese soldier smiled and said, "Captain Ono, how could you say that? Your future is great. If you sacrificed your life for the country in vain, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Since mid-April, the Japanese local security forces in central China gathered again to sweep the countryside to wipe out the anti-Japanese armed forces and maintain local public security, the anti-Japanese armed forces have always been unable to catch them. During the day, during the anti-Japanese armed forces have swept over, and at night, the anti-Japanese armed forces have emerged in a dim way, focusing on the weak points of the Japanese defense line, which has disrupted the Japanese army's peace all day long.

"Hmph! I was staying well in Manzhou. You think I am willing to come to this ghost place!" Captain Nio Ono said angrily, thinking that he was a second lieutenant of the regular elite Kanto Army. He was excluded just because he was poor and could not stand the flattery of some colleagues. He was casually made an excuse by his superiors. He was transferred to this small stronghold in front line or rear to guard the highway route. On the surface, he seemed to be promoted, but in fact he was demoted to the local third-rate mixed brigade group to maintain local public order, and the treatment was exactly the same as before.

The Japanese soldier realized that he had flattered the horse's legs and immediately smiled and said, "This!~This..." This new commander was from the Kwantung Army, but he was a regular elite. Even if he was placed here, he was a superior officer.

In the Hebei region where various forces are complex, they are entangled with anti-Japanese armed forces such as the Eighth Route Army guerrillas. Civilians may tear off their disguises at any time and turn into guerrilla armed forces. It is difficult for ordinary people and anti-Japanese elements to distinguish them. They are full of dangers and hatred everywhere. They have to be wary and guarded all day. Many veterans are either forced to be crazy, irritable, bloodthirsty, or they are like they have lost their souls all day. Maybe one day they are killed by a bullet, and they may not even be able to return to their hometown in Japan. This is not a battlefield, but it is more dangerous than the battlefield. Captain Nio Ono sighed heavily. Military achievements are hard to obtain here, and his basically no hope of military journey in this life. I am afraid that even if he can never return to the main battle division from these miscellaneous troops, he will never be able to return to the main battle division.

It has become the habit of Ono Nio's habit of accompanying soldiers on guard every night to spend several hours with them. After all, being careful can always increase your chances of saving your life. Only with your life can you be promoted and get out of this miserable place.

"Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you. Open your eyes wider and don't let the guerrillas touch it in!" Captain Nio Ono shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the depressed aura. Now he had to accept his fate and honestly make achievements in this miscellaneous military force. Perhaps he can be promoted to the main combat division in the future, truly earning military merits on the battlefield, and shining his family.

As soon as Captain Nio Ono finished speaking, he heard the soldiers on the guard posts screaming: "Huh?~What's the sound?"

A gentle and beautiful female voice seemed to be sent from the wind in the distance.

"The sound is so nice!" Almost everyone who heard this sound in the stronghold thought so.

"Who doesn't sleep at night? I'm so excited!" The face of the captain of the Squadron of Ono Nio's Squadron changed, and he looked at the soldiers standing guard beside him. Both of them saw the surprise on each other's faces: "It seems like a Japanese song! It's so beautiful. I don't know whose female family passed by and sang!"

This is a Japanese folk homesick tune. The song seems to be coming slowly towards the stronghold. The people in the stronghold listened to it more and more clearly, and each lyric clearly penetrated into the Japanese soldiers' ears.

Slowly, a low sob came from several posts in the stronghold. It was obvious that hearing the original local tunes in this foreign country immediately aroused the soldiers' homesickness. The low thatched house, paper cranes, and temple bells seemed to be vivid in my ears, as if they were yesterday.

"Mom..." "Brother..."

From time to time, a low murmur sounded calling for their relatives, and even tears began to appear in the eyes of Ono Nio's eyes. In this dark night of the war era when the war was in danger, the soldiers felt particularly helpless. The first thought was that they thought of their relatives far away in their hometown, longing for comfort from family affection.

Suddenly, Nio Ono clenched his fists and smashed it against the wall, his eyes wide open, and he shouted: "No crying, we are soldiers, men, we are not allowed to cry. This is the highway, and there are the Eighth Route Army guerrillas outside. It is impossible for us Japanese women."

After all, the officers from the Kwantung Army immediately noticed something was wrong. It was pitch black outside. Chinese civilians were full of hatred for the Japanese. Any Japanese dared to be tired of living and sang loudly in the wild and not be knocked and slapped at the Chinese land as fertilizer. It would be strange if they were not allowed to be beaten and slapped.
Chapter completed!