Thanks to lizd01, Boss Zhu, the names I named were used by others. Liang Baiwu and other friends voted for monthly tickets, wishing friends everything goes well... People's mood is affected by the environment, which is a certain fact. When they rushed in, they were full of anger, but when they looked at the pitiful appearance of these people, Liu Feng hesitated again.

"Take your life? Mom, your son is chasing us with the Japanese. You have to pay for our more than ten brothers." The little leader kicked Lu Yingsheng's father to the ground, and blood was coming out of his nose.

Liu Feng's body shook and a sharp light shot out of her eyes. It was not long, so how could she forget that tragic scene? The corpse of the brothers of Jiulong Temple who were cut open and cut off their heads in the wilderness...

"Kill! Destroy the whole family named Lu." Liu Feng said a coldly from his teeth, turned his horse's head, left the place, and behind her, gunshots and screams came.

Coming and going like the wind, fighting and leaving quickly is the combat characteristics of Jiulongtang. Amid the raging fires of the Lu family mansion, Liu Feng withdrew from the town and retreated westward.

A cool breeze blew from the field, the horse's ears were rubbed, and the matches that Liu Feng was slashing were blown out. She drew another one and lit a small pipe. In this quiet night, after the passion after the rushing disappeared, the pipe in her hand couldn't help but make her have different thoughts.

What is Meng Zi doing? A girl is fighting in the rain of bullets and can't sleep at night, but he may be sleeping soundly at home with a girl named Song. He spits out a mouthful of smoke. Loneliness and bleakness hit the night, with a cool feeling, Liu Feng couldn't help but wrap the cloak... The hazy moonlight enveloped the village, the bushes, farmlands and the fields with long grass, and also shone with rapid movements. The footsteps were rustling, and the soldiers were nervous and whispering the order: "Come on!" "Don't run, take big steps to keep up!" Next, there was a long silence. Occasionally, you could hear the dog barking in the distant village and the frogs in the fields.

Wang Dashan unbuttoned his collar and strode. The night breeze blows into his clothes, making his hot body feel comfortable. Xingu Town, a puppet army with more than 300 people, is their target tonight. It is not difficult to deal with the puppet army with low combat effectiveness. On the contrary, Wang Dashan was happy and happy for the capture he was about to be obtained.

Unlike fighting the Japanese, cooperating with the puppet army can be said to be the best replenishment opportunity. Guns, ammunition, food and fodder are the urgently needed materials for Wang Dashan Camp, which has been fighting continuously. The military operation to commemorate the first anniversary of the July 7 Incident is approaching its end, and there are not many such opportunities.

The team in front suddenly stopped. Wang Dashan was confused and wanted to get angry. Fang Guobin walked over quickly from the front with two guards and a stranger, his face not very good.

"There is no need to fight Xingu Town." Fang Guobin pulled Wang Dashan aside and said bluntly: "This comrade from the underground party of Xingu Town came to report the news. Jiulongtang took the lead and had already cleaned up the puppet troops there."

Wang Dashan widened his eyes, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head. After a while, he blinked slowly, "Hey, thank you for your hard work together?"

Fang Guobin smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "We have to retreat quickly. If the Japanese in the county come to reinforce, they may bite us!"

"This is not a fox, but it's going to make you feel embarrassed." Wang Dashan took off his military cap, scratched his hair hard, and then stomped his feet hatefully, "Retreat, damn it, this matter is done, alas, I can't say anything."

"Retreat, there will be a chance in the future." Fang Guobin was not in a good mood, but he tried his best to comfort Wang Dashan as peacefully.

Wang Dashan looked up at the moon in the sky, feeling very depressed. While shaking his head, he turned around listlessly... The moon emitted a cowardly brilliance, like a transparent veil, gently spreading on the ground, spreading smoke. The moonlight through the window lattice and window paper was vaguely sprinkled on Qin Lianfang's face, leaning against the sleeping girl, as if she was stroking the girl's skin lovingly.

The diary on the small kang table was half open, and the diary she had not finished tonight was her unfinished diary. "This is when we should sacrifice ourselves. Love and life must be placed behind our backs. Don't all those who go to the battlefield put love and life behind them? When it comes to death and sacrifice, this is an impossible problem that cannot be ignored. I also thought of, I think that those young people who joined the army and their relatives will all think of. However, our blood and life will turn into fragrant flowers and bloom on the road to the paradise we built. Of course, I don't want to die yet, I still have to do a lot of work. I will see Brother Meng in two days. I am looking forward to it. I want to have a good talk with him..."

Qin Lianfang was sleeping sweetly, as if she was immersed in a beautiful dream. Her thin lips were slightly opened, and a trace of saliva flowed on her jaw. On her white and red cheeks, two light dimples appeared. Under her faintly curved eyebrows, her eyes were closed like a smile. Her shiny short hair was scattered on the pillow. The pen had fallen off her hands, and a small piece of her sleeve was soaked.

The moonlight was slowly moving, and Qin Lianfang seemed to feel a gentle and comfortable feeling like a relative's caressing. Her lips moved and she made a soft whisper... The silence of the night enveloped the sky above the mountains and forests. Occasionally, the howling of wild beasts and the singing of unknown night birds, and then there was a drowsy silence.

Meng Youtian, who was on night, threw a handful of firewood into the fire, and sparked a few sparks. In the silence of this soft night, his thoughts were not calm. In this special historical period, the ever-present sense of crisis made him pay more than others.

If you think more and see far, you will face more problems. You must often fight against fear and confusion that others cannot perceive. This taste is only tasted by himself and cannot be shared by others. "Everyone's biggest enemy is himself." If you want to defeat everything, defeating yourself is a necessary prerequisite. If a person cannot even defeat himself, how can he defeat everything? I believe that Meng Youtian is much deeper in his understanding of this famous saying than most people.

Genbao turned over and made a vague murmur; Si Bazi slapped his mouth and snored. Meng Youtian let out a long breath, but suddenly found that A Xiu seemed to open his eyes and looked at him flickeringly... On such an ordinary and ordinary night without any special meaning, some people were running on the journey, some were fighting on the battlefield, some were sleeping soundly, and some were tossing and turning... All living beings seemed to gather together, condensed into history, and one after another, personal insignificant history merged into a surging river, the waves rolled, moving forward forever. (To be continued) rq!~!

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