It was dawn, and the singing of birds had already sounded in the mountains and forests. At first, they were timid, and then they became more brave, turning into loud and cheerful sounds.

Meng Youtian and others woke up and got up. The old lady was still sitting there shyly. When they heard that they were leaving, they kindly dissuaded: "Now the dew is heavy, wait for the sun to come up before leaving. I will warm you up the leftover rice." She looked at Meng Youtian, probably because she thought of her son, and she obviously felt reluctant to leave.

"No need, old man, let's cook ourselves." Meng Youtian felt sad when he looked at the old lady who was as kind as his mother. He forced a smile and said, "This barren mountain and forest are not a place for long-term living. I am the village chief of Tumen Village and know the cadres in the district. Maybe he can help you find your separated son. It's not a big deal for you to wait here alone. Otherwise, you will follow us now?"

The old lady hesitated for a moment, and the light of hope shot out in her eyes, but then shook her head again and said, "I've only been here for a few days. Maybe my son will come here? I want to take a look again in a few days."

Meng Youtian nodded helplessly, prepared the meal with Qiangzi and others, and said goodbye after eating. Before leaving, Meng Youtian and others quietly kept all the food bags.

After walking a long way, Meng Youtian and others stopped and looked back. The old woman was still standing blankly, and the mountain wind blew her white hair.

Meng Youtian waved his arm vigorously. Although the old woman might have disappeared, he seemed to be waving a banner that was solemnly promised to the old man, solemnly and firmly.

A brave and fearless war of aggression and anti-aggression, even if blood flows into a river, is not as monotonous and ruthless as the addition and subtraction of numbers in the eyes of some experts and scholars. As long as you do not give up resistance and persist until victory, that spirit will last forever. You must know that the failure side will lose everything. It is not only life, land and property, but also dignity and personality.

In this regard, the Chinese people did not surrender. It was victory, and future generations did not have to be depressed because of heavy losses. It was the hard work and fighting desperately that gave them a dignified identity and a happy and peaceful future.

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Hu Jiaying was escorted by two imperial army forces and staggered on the road. He thought of many things in his mind. In the past, he often heard people say that revolutionary struggles are cruel. To revolution, one must sacrifice and bleeding! But he has never experienced this profoundly today. Today, he saw with his own eyes that many comrades fell down in the sound of gunfire. They died so simply and calmly, and they passed away without a sound. Their lives, ideals, and futures...

Yes, everything was all over in an instant. He suddenly thought of himself. Since he was disbanded and chased by the Japanese who pretended to be the Imperial Army, a terrible thought arose in his mind: be beaten to death or captured! At the same time, regret also entangled his heart and never let go. If he hadn't been to show off, if he hadn't led the team to attack the "Imperial Army" with unbearable combat effectiveness, he should have run into the mountains. Even if he relied on the support of the tunnel in Lianggangzhuang, it would have been better than now.

Now, being captured is a fact that cannot be avoided. Your destiny is completely in the hands of the enemy. As long as they gently pull the bolt with their index finger, they will be finished.

How terrible! Hu Jiaying had contact with comrades who had been arrested and rescued, heard them talk about the horrifying torture, saw the shocking scars on their bodies, and envied their glorious struggle history. At that time, he also asked himself what to do if he encountered these things? His answer was yes, and he had to withstand this test, but at that time he always felt that this was a very distant thing, but now it has become a fact in front of him. The enemy may use various criminal laws to destroy his body and life at any time.

Yamaki rode on the horse and looked at the sparse prisoners, a little proud, but also a little annoyed. What was proud was that he succeeded by a fake trick, and led his opponent to ambush the "Imperial Army" pretending to be, and finally gained something. What was regrettable was that the battle was not great, and Fujisawa's feint attack suffered a considerable loss, and whether these prisoners could be useful was still unknown.

Meng Youtian! This familiar name has been silent for a long time. A person or a gun actually has such great power and shock, which made Yamagi frown. Judging from the information, this guy should not be underestimated. Not only is his performance amazing, he is murderous, but he is also cunning and tricky. Tumen Village, well, it is this difficult bone to crack. I heard that it was all the guy named Meng who spent several years gradually improving and strengthening.

Of course, whether the trouble caused by Meng Aotian to Fujisawa's troops remains to be verified. When Yamaki thought of this, he turned his eyes to the prisoners again, observed carefully, and looked carefully, looking for possible breakthrough points.

Lianggang Village was able to occupy it, but Shanmu still led all the troops to withdraw. An empty village is of little value and is more foresighted as a bait. Repeated attacks and sweeps will always gain something, and the results of the eyes are proof.

Shanmu led his team back to Shili Village. After a short rest, he began to interrogate several captured personnel one by one. In order to determine if there were any big fish in it, he sent people to bring several GCD cadres who were captured and turned against each other during the big sweep from the county town.

"Pu!" A bloody human body was thrown to the ground. Hu Jiaying and others came up to check. It was his companion who had just been tied away and had been beaten to the point of being beaten out of human form. The clothes were broken into strips, and the flesh on his body was like blood cotton, which was as if he had died.

"Kill me if you kill me, cut me if you cut me, don't surrender!" The comrade who had just been tortured was still in a coma. When everyone moved, he threw his arms in a daze and screamed.

"Yes, sacrifice for the people, we will die together!" Someone said in admiration and anger.

Hu Jiaying watched from the side, her heart kept churning, and she thought to herself: How can I get through it?

The iron lock outside sounded "clicking", and it was dim and the light of a flashlight appeared in the cold prison. The light column swept around and finally fell on Hu Jiaying's face.

"It's him." A cold voice sounded, and immediately a few black shadows like wolves and tigers rushed up, twisted Hu Jiaying, and dragged them out.

He entered the torture room in fear. Hu Jiaying glanced at him and couldn't help but feel creepy. There were piles of torture instruments for torture on the ground, and there were torture tools for torture hanging on the wall: triangular "spiritual exercise bar", nail board, wire fire plate, hook, iron stove, vertebrae, bamboo needle, leather rope, hemp rope, wooden bar, anklet, bracelet, spicy water, cold water bucket... The ground was covered with blood, and the smell of burnt flesh.
Chapter completed!