Chapter 412

After years of the Anti-Japanese War, both soldiers and the people were not in a hurry to deal with the emergency transfer operations. They quickly packed up their important responsibilities, drove the animals, and moved out of the village in an orderly manner under the command of militia.

Not long after leaving the village, I heard a slight roar from the horizon. Two small black dots slowly flew from afar. The masses and troops who were moving outside the village immediately stopped and quickly cut off the dead grass and branches nearby, preparing to hide.

The military and civilians who had moved outside the village had just been hidden, and the Japanese enemy planes had already flew over the village. All the military and civilians were almost calm and silent, and even the baby was covered.

The Eighth Route Army has always lacked air defense weapons. Except for the rare opportunity to organize sudden attacks and decisive battles that take advantage of their unpreparedness, the troops do not easily provoke such fast-speed and fierce firepower flying combat weapons. Like the previous second battalion's gun array, which specifically targets the air, has very high requirements for the cooperation of the group, and ordinary soldiers cannot organize neat and consistent barrage.

The two Maxim heavy machine guns from the headquarters were quietly set up. Only this heavy firepower with a range and firepower far better than a rifle can be qualified to fight against the aircraft. Although most people have experienced many air strikes, they still cannot suppress the tension in their hearts in the face of Japanese fighter jets.

All machine gunners are planes locked in the air with muzzles tightly.

Perhaps it was not found in the air that the Eighth Route Army targets should exist in the village. Two Japanese fighters hovered over the village for several times, and even flew over the nearby low altitude, as low as if the soldiers on the ground could directly hit the target with fire, but no one dared to pull their trigger. In the troops that pay attention to all actions and obey commands, acting without authorization is absolutely punished, without excellent weapons and training. Only by relying on collective strength can individuals be dependent on collective survival. Individuals operate in the collective like gears and exert their combat effectiveness to the greatest extent. Personal heroism in the Eighth Route Army mostly means black sheep.

Perhaps nothing unusual was found in the air. Two Japanese fighter jets returned to the sky above the village, unwilling to shoot at the village several times, threw a bomb, and collapsed a yard. Then they flew back in disappointment.

"It's so dangerous!" The commander of the 11th Division wiped the cold sweat from his forehead! ~

"Investigate, we need to thoroughly investigate. Who is selling the position of the headquarters to the Japanese?" Political Commissar Wang stared in the direction where the Japanese fighter planes disappeared angrily.

For the traitors, the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians all wished to sleep, eat their flesh, and betray their own people. They not only sent their own people into the pit of fire, but also sent themselves into a place of doom. Everyone knows that the Japanese are so shameless that they are extremely shameless, even if they are traitors, they will not end up well.

Return to the venue in the village. The atmosphere was no longer as excited as before the air strike. Instead, it increased a few repressions. The anti-Japanese war has not been successful yet, and the comrades still need to work hard. There are still many Japanese targets that have not been destroyed, and the lives and property of the masses are still threatened by the enemy. The tasks on the shoulders of the captains of various major district teams are quite heavy.

During the days when Wang Bao held a meeting at the 11th Division Command, the Japanese army's winter sweep was quietly launched. In the past few years, the Japanese and puppet troops had the habit of not storing winters and spending the winter safely. However, at the end of 1943, they were abnormal and even refused to give the anti-Japanese military and civilians a chance to recuperate. Perhaps they started wars with the Japanese army on multiple sides, and the Pacific battlefield was in a tight situation, and a large number of soldiers were transferred from Chinese soldiers to the Pacific battlefield and Myanmar. In order to ensure the so-called rear front of the Chinese battlefield, the Japanese army in North China repeatedly swept the Japanese base areas against Japan, seeking a decisive opportunity to fight with the anti-Japanese armed forces, and using strong forces to stabilize the security zone at one time to ensure the supply of resources plundered from China in Japan's fascist war.

Gaoyang County, the villagers of Yang Village, who were still sleeping after working, were awakened by the sudden barking of dogs and the noisy and rapid sound of door-slapping in the village, and then fell into a nightmare.

A group of Japanese and puppet troops broke into the village with a fierce look. They shouted and kicked open the doors of each household like bandits, stabbed the villagers' dogs to death with bayonets, and broke into the villagers' homes loudly, dragged the frightened family from the bed, and forced all the villagers to the glutinous yard in the village.

In November, when winter is already in full swing, the cold wind is biting, wearing thin clothes, the men, women, young and old in Yangcun are wrapped in quilts, standing in the cold wind, snuggling with each other.

The edge of the shagyu field was surrounded by a squadron of Japanese troops and a squadron of puppet troops. Machine guns were set up at the commanding heights of the roof, and the muzzle was pointed at the villagers.

The Japanese and puppet soldiers were holding torches, and the flames were swaying, and the ferociousness on the Japanese and puppet soldiers' faces were occasionally reflected, which scared the children in Yangcun so much that they didn't even dare to cry loudly.

Some time ago, the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County tricked the people of Gaoyang County and Renqiu County into Renqiu County. The nightmare that they tortured had not yet left. Now the Japanese and puppet troops failed to succeed and had another plan. They caught them directly, causing the villagers to fall into endless horror.

"The Imperial Army is kind and does not harm the common people." The expression on the face of the captain Yamazaki Squadron, which was indescribable. "But!" The tone of the captain Yamazaki Squadron, suddenly became cold, "The patience of the Imperial Army is limited. Let's say, which is the Eighth Route Army and which is the Communist Party. Let's say, the Imperial Army will be rewarded. If you don't say it, hey, if you connect to the Eighth Route Army and share the same thing with the Communist Party, you will die."

The superior's order required the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County to eliminate the anti-Japanese armed forces of the Eighth Route Army as much as possible while the supply in winter is not easy and cold. After the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County ended the operation of the Japanese North China headquarters to encircle and suppress the 16th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, they returned to Renqiu County like mad dogs, intending to capture 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 infamous name of the captain Yamazaki Squadron, Renqiu County, was launched in one shot. The murderous act of killing without blinking had a deep fear on the hearts of the people of the two counties, and it still awakened many villagers from their sleep. His few words immediately scared the villagers of Yang Village.

"Yo Xi! Say, say it quickly! If you don't say it, you're dead, I'll say it, the Imperial Army will be rewarded!" Captain Yamazaki shook a large stack of military tickets in his hand, trembling with a rustling sound.

Among the villagers, a few villagers with some knowledge, saw the military tickets in the hands of Captain Yamazaki, and their eyes showed disgust. The Japanese really didn't treat the Chinese as human beings, and they used military tickets that were not even Japanese, which was equivalent to waste paper to fool the Chinese people.

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

The village woman was immediately frightened and burst into tears. She tried her best to squeeze into the crowd, but she couldn't help but rush into the crowd and dragged her out. The villagers were in chaos, some cried, some tried to rob the village woman, and some stomped their feet and scolded them angrily.

Bang! ~

Two shrill sounds of gunfire sounded, bullets whistled in the air, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were posing in the encirclement made a bayonet that was about to stab inward.

The villagers were helplessly stopped him, but the village woman was dragged out of the crowd.

"Say?! Which one is the Eighth Route Army?" Yamazaki stared at the village woman fiercely. The samurai sword in her hand pulled out a piece of blade with a clear sound. The snow-white blade reflected a bloodthirsty cold light under the flames of the torch.

Perhaps because of the extreme fear, the village woman stopped crying and burst out with courage from somewhere, "Bah!" The village woman spat heavily on Captain Yamada's face.

It seemed a little unbelievable, and touched the wetness on his face. Captain Yamazaki looked at the sticky thing that was stuck on the snow-white gloves, as if he had been greatly insulted, and suddenly jumped up and pulled out the samurai sword.

A great Japanese imperial samurai was actually spitting a saliva by a Chinese untouchable, which was a disgrace to his identity as a samurai, and he could only wash away all of it with the other party's blood.

Yamazaki screamed strangely: "Baga!~~"

A cold light flashed by.

A strange smile appeared on the village woman's face, a stream of blood spilled out of the corners of her mouth, and her head tilted and rolled down. The blood in her cavity immediately sprayed far away. Most of the captain Yamazaki's pants were sprayed with blood. The spotted bloody red seemed to be silently swearing that she would rather die than surrender.

The villagers exclaimed in fear.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!" Yamazaki Squadron Captain kicked the dead village woman's head far away, and the village woman's eyes were still wide open, and she died with her eyes open.

"Say or not?" Captain Yamazaki howled with a bloody samurai sword!

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

The villager was a young man. He walked out of the crowd high and threw away the hand in the crowd trying to pull him back. He knew that the young people born and raised in Yangcun would take responsibility.

"Which one is connected to the Eighth Route Army?! Which one is connected to the Communist Party?!" Yamazaki's eyes seemed to be selecting people and eating hungry wolf, with green and cruelty.

"I don't know!" The young villagers answered decisively and extremely determined, and even gave a sentence: "I want to know who the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party is, go and have your dream of Qingqiu!" The extremely contemptuous look in the eyes of the young villagers made Yamazaki's pupils shrink involuntarily.

"Baga!" The captain Yamazaki, who felt that he was fooled, was crazy and raised his samurai sword high and slashed it down.

A large area of ​​permafrost was immediately soaked in the blood.

Captain Yamazaki unwilling to pull out one person from the villagers again.

The answer to him was still the three words "I don't know" and a look of contempt.

Fifteen people were killed in a row, Yamazaki's hands were trembling, and the answers of fifteen people were firmly like one person. He could not imagine that the bones of the Yang Village villagers were so hard. Although the villagers almost wrote their fear on their faces, their faces were pale and their trembling unsteadily stood, but when they stood in front of him, they seemed to have changed, completely ignoring the samurai sword in their hands.
Chapter completed!