Chen Simao is an old guerrilla. He still remembers that he was just an ordinary farmer and a good farmer in the farm. Since one day, a group of soldiers with red plaster flags and howlings came to his farm, his life was in a nightmare. He heard from knowledgeable people that these soldiers who spoke strange dialects were Japanese soldiers and Eastern Japanese devils. At first they were stationed in the county town, but later they had to build a small cannon tower in the village. The place they chose was the location of the three adobe houses of Ermazi, the king of the east of the village.

I don’t know how Wang Ermazi discussed with the Japanese soldiers at that time. I only knew that after a dull gunshot, Wang Ermazi’s body was wrapped around his neck with a rope and dragged around the village with a horse. At that time, all the old and young people in the village saw that Wang Ermazi had seventeen or eighteen wounds on his body, and his face was still full of anger and unwillingness when he died. At the same time, Wang Ermazi’s wife was ruined by two Japanese soldiers in broad daylight. The six-year-old son also threw it into a well in the village with a bayonet. Several of them were angry but asked the Japanese soldiers to reason with them. Before they could speak, they were knocked to the ground by a rifle on the spot. Several Japanese soldiers rushed forward and stabbed them with a shining bayonet.

Several lives in the village caused an unprecedented panic. The young people in the family who were beaten to death by Japanese soldiers were crying and snatching the earth. Which young people in the family were not the blood that their parents had worked hard to raise for more than ten years.

Just when the rest of the village was in danger, the Japanese soldiers left.

Perhaps a few innocent people were killed, but the Japanese soldiers hurried back to the county town. Just as the village was still in a bleak cloud, a large group of Japanese soldiers surrounded the village and concentrated all the people in the village on the threshing ground. A Chinese who was a translator said that he was taking pictures of the people in the village, but after lifting the so-called black cloth of the camera, the people who greeted the frightened village were spitting out the machine guns on the ground.

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.

Kneeling on the land soaked in the blood of the whole village, including his father and brother, Chen Simao cried and howled like crazy until he fainted, woke up and cried again, and then cried again. When he had no tears to cry, he slowly buried the bodies of the whole village, one by one. He was determined to take revenge, but was stopped by the passing guerrillas. After many persuasion and education, he joined the guerrillas. The national hatred and family hatred made him realize that revenge is not just about him, but in addition to his family, there are thousands of wronged souls in the country that need him to take revenge.

Because of insufficient training and lack of combat experience, Chen Simao often does a job of reconnaissance and keeping watch. Even so, he still participated in many battles and even stabbed a Japanese and a puppet army to death with his own hands.

Reconnaissance is a very dangerous job. If the enemy discovers it, the end of the Japanese will be very angry. The consequences are very serious.

I heard that there were many Japanese soldiers coming from the north, saying that they were going south. Chen Simao was doing a swimming whistle on the side of the highway early to see how many Japanese soldiers passed by. Can they get some bargains? Sometimes there are many Japanese people, and the guerrillas don’t fight and report the situation to the organization. There will be more combat-capable comrades from the Eighth Route Army who have stronger combat effectiveness to clean up. As the saying goes, soldiers come to block the generals, and the water comes flooding the soil. Our people’s own army is not vegetarian.

He waited for three or four hours. Just as he thought the Japanese were not coming, Chen Simao suddenly felt a rumbling sound coming from afar. At first he thought it was thunder, but he saw the smoke and dust rising at the end of his eyes, which shocked him.

A Japanese devil came along the road with a shiny bayonet, scattered in combat formations. From time to time, several devil soldiers riding motorcycles and straggling machine guns were shooting at the surrounding hills.

Chen Simao did not move. This was the trick of the Japanese blindly shooting. Those inexperienced people thought they had been exposed. If they were deceived at this time, they would have a slight move. It is certain that they would be knocked into a hornet's nest in a short while. People could not escape the bullets, let alone the flat plains here.

Fortunately, a few bullets hit Chen Simao's low bushes far away, causing branches to fly straight away. Just looking at the dozens of Japanese soldiers who were vanguards, Chen Simao's hair was standing up behind him. This vanguard was the vanguard behind him, and wouldn't it be that the Japanese troops behind him...

Another cavalry team was unscrupulously carrying smoke and dust across the eyes, without any concealment, which showed their scale and combat effectiveness.

Teams of soldiers carrying full gear and rumbling vehicles, came from north to south along the road. Each team of soldiers had a dazzling red plaster flag in front of them, and there were armored vehicles and heavy artillery vehicles dragging a door of heavy artillery. From time to time, strange Japanese words and laughter came from the team. These invaders obviously regarded this place as their kingly paradise.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment, Nakamura Makino from Kyushu, walked in the queue with excitement.

"China is so big, it's terrible. It's like it's never going to end. When we came out of Manzhouli and came here, we heard from the superiors say that we had just left a small piece of it!" Since Makino Nakamura, who was born in farming, has a meager military salary since joining the army to China, although he has a lot of money to farm, it is much better than before. Last month, he sent a deposit of money to his family.

"Yes, Nakamura, it's really unfair that the foolish and weak Chinese people occupy such a vast and prosperous land!"

"It's not like our Kyushu, we can see the sea after we haven't walked a lot. The mainland of China will make us unable to walk for a year."

"But they have a very large population? I'm a little scared."

"What's the timid and weak Chinese pigs to be afraid of? Kill a few more of them and they'll be afraid of it. It's better to kill them all. The rest are all people from our Yamato nation, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Their minerals are enough for our descendants to occupy the whole world. I wonder if I can have the identity of a lord before I die."

"The land must be enough, but Yamada-kun, you have to live for so long. Judging from your current appearance, I'm afraid you will die on the woman's belly before you become the Great Lord."

This talkative guy's words caused a lot of laughter.
Chapter completed!