The sky was covered with dark clouds and was very gloomy. The rain stopped and did not disturb the quietness of the valley at all. Only the melodious tune of the thrush echoed in the wet air.

The canyon, which was originally filled with wild flowers, grass and trees, now has the atmosphere of human habitation. Several wooden houses stand on the flat land on the mountainside, hidden among towering trees; a winding path leads to several fields and grasslands at the foot of the mountain, and a clear stream like a belt dingdong singing in the distance.

"It's been seven or eight days since I came?" Liu Feng sat in front of the window and looked at the few wild azaleas outside. The petals had fallen a lot, but the fragrance still remained, and even became more intense.

"Well, it's the ninth day." Meng Youtian was drawing something on a table made of a tree stump. He raised his head when he heard the sound and said with a smile: "There are so many people and the power is so powerful that people can barely live here now."

Liu Feng gently pursed the corner of her lips and let out a sigh of relief, "I really don't want to go back anymore. Even if the conditions are a little harder, it's nothing. I'm not tired here!"

Meng Youtian was silent for a moment and said with a wry smile: "It's just a freshness. If you stay there for a long time, you will feel tired of it. Here, it's like your old camp, just a way out. Who wants to stay in the mountains and be a savage?"

"Maybe I didn't want to do it before, but now--" Liu Feng stood up, walked to Meng Youtian, and reached out to touch his hair.

Meng Youtian reached out to wrap his hand around Liu Feng's waist. He knew Liu Feng's thoughts. When the two of them had a strong love relationship, they needed to be quiet, comfortable, and alone, but this was unrealistic in itself. Even now, the two could not roll together without any scruples. But Meng Youtian knew that kissing, stroking, hugging, and whispering sweet words, Liu Feng was very satisfied. Although she was generous, she was not slutty and had a final bottom line. Meng Youtian didn't want to make things difficult for her. If he wanted, I believe that Liu Feng would agree.

It is best not to get married openly, and the two must maintain a husband-and-wife relationship. This has a psychological adaptation process. Meng Youtian wants to give Liu Feng more time to think about it, and is also waiting for Liu Wushuang to figure it out. This will definitely lead to a bad reputation, especially for Liu Feng and Liu Wushuang.

"If you live here, no one cares about us, right?" Liu Feng said resentfully: "Your mother listened to those village cadres, but she didn't dare to let you marry me!"

Meng Youtian sighed and said, "It's me that I'm sorry for you. Thinking about not being able to give you a title, I feel that - I'm too weak, do you look down on me?"

"No." Liu Feng hugged Meng Youtian's head and said, "Living on someone's acre of three-point land, can you think whatever you can? For me, you don't care if you can be with you, as long as you can be with you. But my father still can't make a comeback."

Meng Youtian didn't know what to say, so he paused for a while, suddenly stood up and said, "Don't worry, I'll do it tomorrow. Let's see what can I do to me?"

Liu Feng's one-eyed eyes showed emotion, and he gently opened his arms and wrapped them around Meng Youtian's neck, and smiled and said, "Look at your stupidity, you are trying your best to do your life. Don't worry, I'm waiting for you for three years, five years, ten years, and a lifetime."

Language is no longer enough to express the gratitude in Meng Youtian's heart. What kind of virtue can he make this strong woman turn into soft water around his fingers. He repays her tenderness with a fierce and passionate kiss... The weather in mid-June was already hot enough, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the most unbearable time of the day. The land was burning and hot, and he stepped on his feet and made a bunch of white smoke step by step.

Sweat continued to flow down, and it was instantly absorbed by the land when it fell on the ground. It was scolded, whips, butts, leather shoes, and the vicious wolfdog. The civilians who built the strongholds had to continue to work even if they wiped their sweat. Even if they were not paying attention to the Japanese and puppet supervisors, they dared to wipe it a few quick times.

A few gunshots suddenly came from the direction of digging a large blockade trench in the northeast, and then the gunshots became dense. From a distance, the crowds were like bees blown up in a scattered manner. Groups of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in beige uniforms chased the escaped people, and kept stopping to pick up their guns and shooting.

"The Eighth Route Army of the civil servants were among them. Two soldiers were cut down, and the people ran away as soon as they shot them." A Japanese man ran to report to the Japanese squadron leader Arai with sweat on his face.

"Bageya Road!" Arai was furious, roared and gave orders, ran down the bunker, jumped on a horse that a Japanese soldier pulled him, and led his people to chase him.

The steel helmets and bayonets lit up in the sun, rushing towards the running crowd. Amid the gunshots, the pursuers were running wildly, throwing straw hats, throwing shovels and pickaxes, shouting, and people kept falling. People were running everywhere, and they also distinguished the eighth way and the civilians.

"Taijun, the one who ran over there must be the Eighth Route Army!" A puppet army officer pointed at him and shouted.

Arai raised his telescope and looked at it, roared and waved his hand, directing the soldiers to chase after him.

The group of people in the southeast woods disappeared behind the earthen walls around the forest. The squeaking bullets shot towards him, and white smoke rose from the ground. A Japanese man was shot and fell down his horse, with one leg hanging in the stirrup. The horse continued to run away, and his body was dragged on the ground. The horse in the barren well stood up in shock, and then lay down.

The Japanese soldiers seized the favorable terrain and started shooting violently, and the grenade launcher kept firing. After a while, the Japanese howled and charged forward. After rushing through the woods, the group of people appeared in an open field and were running towards the fields in front. The Japanese gun bullets shot straight at them, and the gun bullets roared past them, and two people fell down. The people next to them hurriedly carried the wounded into the fields more than one person tall, and disappeared.

Arai cursed a little hatefully, and wanted to withdraw his troops and go back unwillingly. He turned his horse's head but saw Saito also arrived here, climbing towards a tree on his back.

Saito was very agile. After climbing up a few branches, he found a condescending and relatively stable place. He picked up the gun from behind and aimed at the field.

After a long time, the gunshots rang out, Saito pushed the bullet and loaded it again, and continued to aim...

In the field, a militia carrying wounded men suddenly fell down.

Suozhuzi hurriedly called for rescue. Bullets passed through the wounded and hit the back of the militia on the back of the man behind him. Blood flowed out and the ground was dyed red in an instant.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out in the distance. A militia who was wiping sweat with a white towel shook it, fell to the ground, and crushed several crops.

"Bend down and bow down." Xiao Quan reacted the fastest, and immediately realized that this was not a blind shooting of the Japanese. Now it was not the time to relax his vigilance. He shouted loudly... The pancakes and porridge were delivered to the team members who came back. Qin Lianfang frowned and organized the women's rescue club to busy taking care of the wounded.

It was very embarrassing. Some of the team members were scattered by branches, those who had their clothes torn, those who had their slightly injured. Some even lost their shoes and their feet were pierced by thorns. They didn't feel anything when they ran, but now they were limping. The most heartbreaking thing was that three team members were sacrificed. Qin Lianfang did not expect that the first battle of the district squadron was like this. When he finished his work, Qin Lianfang sat down and listened quietly to Xiaoquan's story about the battle.

"According to the pre-arranged, we disguised ourselves as ordinary people, and mingled among the civilians who dug big trenches in each village to attack the enemy. But before we could prepare, a team member was beaten by the Japanese supervisor with two whips. He swung the iron shovel and started to kill a Japanese man and snatched a 38-large cover. When I saw that it was not possible, I called on him and started to move. It was messy and there was no time to cooperate with the action. While shooting, I shouted, "Run!" and the people ran away..." Xiaoquan sighed softly and lowered his head in pain.

Qin Lianfang held her knees and pondered for a while, and asked in a deep voice: "How could there be such a big casualty? Haven't you found a way to retreat in advance?"

"The Japanese have sharpshooters." Xiao Quan raised his head and looked at Qin Lianfang, and said, "Everyone thought it was okay when they entered the field, and they were a little lazy. Later, I thought that the Japanese must have climbed onto a big tree, and only from a high place could they see the people in the field."

"Did you see clearly?" Qin Lianfang asked in confusion.

Xiaoquan lowered his head with some uncertainty and whispered: "It seems that he saw a figure in a tree far away, but he didn't dare to make sure. You know, he fell down several times in a row, and he was panicked."

Qin Lianfang became silent. She knew the battle plan. She disguised herself assaulted and attacked her everywhere. She also admired Hu Jiaying's novel and clever thinking. But the actual result caused her to have questions, but she didn't know where the problem was.

"Everyone is cheering up, don't be depressed. The Japanese killed more than ten thousand people in my compatriots? We must turn grief into strength! Resolutely suppress the enemy's arrogance!" Hu Jiaying appeared in front of everyone and said excitedly: "Although today's action was unsatisfactory, I finally poked the hornet's nest, inspiring the spirit of the masses, and let the enemy know that the Chinese people's resistance was not suppressed."

Qin Lianfang admired Hu Jiaying's outstanding article and generous eloquence, but today she felt indescribable. But it was necessary to boost morale at this time. She stood up and said, "Don't be discouraged. Frustration is inevitable. The more you setbacks become more and more courageous, you are the real warriors. Summarize the experience and lessons, we will fight better and better. Let's hold a meeting together later?" She turned her gaze to Hu Jiaying.

"Okay." Hu Jiaying said with a serious expression: "The plan was well formulated, but why did there be mistakes in the implementation? We need to summarize the experience and lessons, and only in this way can we continue to grow in the cruel struggle." (To be continued)!~!

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