A small village in the mountains.

More than twenty families.

No matter how big or small, there are small courtyards.

Low, simple.

It should be because of the lack of building materials.

Therefore, most of the houses built along the mountain are built with local materials when they are built.

Wooden columns.

Shrubs and rattans are weaved into a wall.

Paste yellow mud inside and outside.

It seems that even yellow mud is not enough.

So the mountain wind kept drilling into the house through the cracks in the wall.

He Gensheng was busy in the house where the doors and windows were tightly sealed.

Another injured person was carried out. When the curtain was opened, the light shook occasionally and it was not far away.

A smell of blood rushed out of the house and spread rapidly.

Another wounded person waiting in the yard was quickly carried into the house.

From time to time, some soldiers who were seriously injured were carried out of the village for burial.

In the yard next to him, Liu Yuanqing, who was leaning against the wall, looked at the warrior who had been talking to him not long ago, and was carried out by two young recruits.

There was not even a piece of white cloth on the warrior's body.

He doesn't like this environment very much and plans to leave the yard.

I don't like the feeling of mobility difficulties.

He hates that everything has to be arranged by others.

I hate the feeling of being cowardly that I can hear the gunshots but cannot see the enemy.

However, the people from Jiuying in the village didn't even miss him.

He had just stood up and couldn't help but curse at the next door: "He Gensheng, it's useless to save them at this time. It's better to use a gun to go to the battlefield to find the Japanese to make a fortune..."

There was no reply in the yard next door, and two rag shoes flew high and hit Liu Yuanqing accurately.

A strange smell came and I almost vomited.

Still no one paid attention to him, including the two sculptures sitting at the door of the woodshed.

The hurried footsteps next door came and left.

The gunshots from not far from the east of the village made Liu Yuanqing feel even stronger indescribable excitement and stimulation.

I silently calculated the distance in my heart and sighed.

With a crutch, he slowly walked to the door of the woodshed and cursed at the two wounded men who were sitting at the door, "You two eyesless guys, be careful that the mess in the house will escape..."

A certain sculpture finally looked up: "I want to escape from my hands, but there is no door!"

"Open the door!"

The sculpture gave the guy a blank look: "Who are you, get out of here quickly."

Liu Yuanqing showed off: "Hey, if I hadn't come up with the idea, you kid would have died on the ridge."

"That's not OK!"

"I'll just look at the devil, will it be?"

"You should take care of your injuries and don't be troublesome."

"Boy, if the Japanese really run away, you can't even cry at that time..."

"You don't have to worry about it."

Seeing that this person was not in trouble, Liu Yuanqing felt bored, so he turned around and slowly walked out of the yard with his leg that had damaged the blood vessel.

In the yard, I saw Tian Sanqi, the highest commander of the wounded village, commanding the wounded soldiers to set up positions in the yard on the edge of the village.

However, Tian Sanqi was sitting on the stretcher carried by two slightly injured soldiers, shouting: "Hurry up and pull off all the thatch on the roof to prevent the Japanese from throwing torches outside and setting fire..."

A wounded man quit: "How long does it take to do it? All these houses are built with wood, so you can still take a moment."

"There is no thatch that burns quickly. Don't be too verbally whispered, move faster."

"Oh, my whole body hurts when I move. How can I get up quickly?"

"In half an hour, I don't care what method you use, it must be removed."

"Company Commander Tian, ​​this is impossible, unless we set fire to ourselves..."

"Then let's demolish the near village entrance first..."

“This is almost the same…”

"Open a few more shooting holes in the courtyard wall..."

"Is it necessary to open it? Just take a stone and it is a shooting hole. You need to open as much as you want..."

"If you ask you to do it, why don't you talk so much nonsense..."

Liu Yuanqing followed the stretcher to the east of the village, and listened to the sparse guns that became trance to the east.

Tian Sanqi on the stretcher shouted again at the gate of the courtyard: "Hurry up and demolish the courtyard wall, move the stones to the entrance of the village to block the way into the village."

"Okay..." The rifle leaned against the wall, and a wounded soldier who had just moved began to attack.

Another soldier suddenly asked, "Company Commander, I think, although I am unable to move, can I carry me outside the village and find a place to hide and shoot the Japanese black gun?"

"Well, this idea is pretty good..."

"I can't leave anyway, so I'll guard the entrance of the village. Can I give me an extra grenade?" Another wounded man with a bandage on his calf was holding a stone removed from the courtyard wall in his hand, begging in his eyes.

"The battalion commander gave us twenty grenades in total, not even enough glorious bullets. I'll shoot them right later..."

"What a good quality of this mullet, it's a pity to smash it later..." Another wounded man, whose legs were wrapped in bandages, could not move, sat under the wall and carefully wiped the mullet gun.

"Company Commander, can you stab me at that time? I'm afraid... I'm not good at wiping my neck later..." A soldier with bandages on his head was a little depressed.

"Then you leave yourself a bullet..."

When this person heard this, he almost jumped up: "Impossible! I will leave the last bullet to the Japanese!"

The other one was even proud: "Hehe, I won't say thirty, twenty-five of the Japanese killed or injured in my hands..."

"If I had known, I would have been a machine gunner..."

"Just be a machine gunner with your little body? Daydreaming..."

"If I sacrifice, Lao Qin will take good care of my mother..."

"That's all, even ordinary villagers... Lao Qin takes good care of him..."

"Hey, why are you stupid here? Are you thinking about your wife who has not passed the door?"

"I have a wife who can think about it. You guy is dead and there is not even someone who thinks about you..."

"What does that matter? Lao Qin will burn paper money for me anyway..."

"Have you written your suicide note?"

"I just write it, I'm gone, who are I writing it for?"

"You can write it to Lao Qin and let him burn two more for you in the future..."

"Bad, I have all my skills. Even if I go to the underworld, I will still be an Eighth Route Army Killing Japanese devils. Is there a lot of money to ask for money... Alas... who did you ask for?"

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"I know a lot of words, but I can't write them..."

A warrior sitting beside a certain earthen wall was tying the pillar supporting the earthen wall with a bayonet, with a twisted word: Bloody battle to the end, Wu, a soldier in the 9th battalion of the Independent Regiment...

"Oh, carve my name on it too..." Another wounded man next to him with a bandage wrapped in a calf was carefully wiping his rifle, looking up at the hazy words under the moonlight from time to time.

"good..."

A head was poked out from the broken window: "And I..."

The group of people in the Ninth Camp did not seem to be facing a critical moment of life and death, but seemed to be having family affairs.

Liu Yuanqing came to his senses and couldn't help but feel a little surprised: Why aren't these guys crying?

Takahashi Ichihashi was hung on the beam of the firewood house, listening carefully to the movement outside the door.

From time to time, groans and messy footsteps came.

The eighth Route Army’s method of tying people is very strange. The upper body is wrapped firmly and the forearms are tied together from the elbow.

A rag was stuffed into his mouth and he tied a knot after his brain with a bandage.
To be continued...