Meng Youtian became terrifying to Tumen Village. With a complex mentality, he had an undefined idea that was rumbling in his mind. Perhaps, there could be...

A buzzing sound came from the sky, which was like a horse fly yelling. The sound gradually became louder. A "big bird" appeared in the far sky and flew towards it.

"Look, look, that's an airship?"

"What airship, that's a flying chicken!"

"Flying chicken? Oh, you have to rush to find a nest to lay eggs!"

The self-defense team members who were practicing aiming in the willow forest outside the village were talking, but Meng Youtian's heart jumped, put down the 38th cover in his hand, frowned and shouted: "Don't move around, stay in the forest and don't go out."

He stretched his head and saw that the strange self-defense members were stunned by Meng Youtian's loud shouts, and looked at him in confusion.

"The Japanese planes can throw bombs and fire machine guns." Meng Youtian explained briefly: "No shooting is allowed, just stay honestly." After saying that, he stared at the sky nervously, looked back at the village worriedly. It was obviously too late to go back to report the news. The Japanese planes probably wouldn't attack this target with no strategic value, right? But the Japanese devils' cruelty is unreasonable, and it is not something Meng Youtian could predict.

Flying in the sky was a trekking Japanese Tachikawa Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft, a multi-purpose reconnaissance aircraft that directly supports the army front-line troops. This aircraft adopts a full metal, single-wing layout, with slit flaps and wingtips on the wings, increasing the height of the pilot's seat. In order to reduce the weight of the aircraft, a fixed landing gear is also used. It can not only perform reconnaissance, photography and other tasks, but also bomb and ground support. It is one of the most produced aircraft by Tachikawa during wartime and most popular among the Japanese Army.

The people in Shili Village were like members of the self-defense team at this time, but without Meng Youtian's reminder and warning, they all ran out to see rare objects. The people in the house ran to the yard, and the people in the yard were on the wall, pointing and talking.

The plane idled around the village, then swooped down rapidly, and under the gaze of people, he dropped a few bombs. Boom, Boom, Boom, and after the explosion, the houses in the village collapsed and bricks and tiles flew around.

Although Tachikawa Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft can bomb, the load capacity is not large, and a few bombs are thrown away in a blink of an eye. The murderous demon shook his wings and flew north proudly.

"Hurry, go back to the village to save people." He shouted and untied the reins of one ear, jumped onto the horse with an unusual speed, and ran towards the village like crazy.

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The night was dark and tragic, like a funeral. The people of Shili Village were frightened and terrified and could not sleep for a long time.

"Ghost! Japanese Ghost!" In every small window, people can hear these words cushioning with their teeth.

The fire in the Song family compound has been extinguished, but the air is still filled with burnt smell. In the room of Dong'anyuan, candlelight flashes. Meng Youtian and the blind old Yuan looked at Mr. Song in pain, while Zijuan was crying to tears.

The losses caused by the Japanese reconnaissance plane were huge. Several houses in the village were blown up and caught fire, three villagers were killed, and five or six were injured. The Song family lost two lives in an instant. The Song couple was smashed into the collapsed roof. When they were exposed, the old lady Song was already bloody and could not be rescued. Mr. Song fell into a coma and only now has to wake up.

"I can't do it anymore." A turbid tears rolled down from the corner of Mr. Song's eyes. He said in a faint voice: "Leave this poor, poor child Juan'er, yes, I'll entrust you all."

"Mr. Song, don't say this, you can survive. I have already asked Sun Dana to invite him, as long as he--" The blind old man comforted him weakly, but Mr. Song shook his head weakly and interrupted his words.

"Lao Yuan, you and I have been together for more than 20 years. If I have something wrong with you and you are wronged, don't hold a grudge." Mr. Song grabbed the blind old man's hand, "You watched Juan'er grow up, you--"

"Brother Song, don't worry, I treat Juan'er as my own daughter, and I will never let anyone bully her." The blind old man sighed silently.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Song's eyes slowly turned to Meng Youtian and said, "Youtian, come here."

Meng Youtian walked over and looked at Mr. Song silently.

"I know what you and Juan'er think." Mr. Song had a complicated emotion in his eyes. Meng Youtian understood, "It was me who delayed your affairs. Don't blame me."

"Mr. Song, why would I blame you?" Meng Youtian said slowly: "Zijuan and I are indeed in love with each other."

"You live a good life in the future. If she does something wrong, you should take care of it." Mr. Song's eyes showed a plea, "You are a good child with ability. I will feel relieved if Juan'er follows you."

"I will treat her well." Meng Youtian glanced at Zijuan next to her and said, "With me here, no one dares to bully her."

Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief and said in a faint voice: "Let me talk to Juan'er, I want to instruct her."

The blind old Yuan and Meng Youtian nodded, left Mr. Song's bed, walked out of the house, and waited quietly outside the door.

It was already late at night, and all the scenery was lying silently in the darkness, covering the sky above our heads, with a few stars sparsely sparsely, like some tears of light.

Meng Youtian and the blind Lao Yuan met each other and shook their heads at the same time. The two of them bet on different places.

Suddenly, Zijuan let out a heart-wrenching cry in the house, and the two of them felt a sank. Unfortunately, what happened was still happening.

A buzzing sound rang in Meng Youtian's ears, as if a gong was roaring in his mind. The devils, the evil Japanese devils, owed another bloody debt, and the new and old hatreds were throbbing like crazy in his body. His head was pressing on something, and it was about to break. He clenched his fists tightly, and there was a salty smell in his mouth, and he bit his lips.

Old hatred adds new hatred. For the people of Shili Village, if the massacre in Tumen Village is not about themselves, and they can also comfort and numb themselves by Jiulongtang, the plane bombing for no reason shows the cruelty and tyranny of the Japanese to the people. This is completely unreasonable. Killing as you wish, treating the lives of the Chinese as grass. Awakening and enlightenment are often generated under this strong stimulation and constant pressure.

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