Maybe, in the next second, a bomb will land on your head and die like this. Is this the destination of a long journey through hardships? Maybe this is the liberation of spiritual pain and the end of life's suffering?

The sun sets, and the sun shines the long shadows of the fast-marching figures, making people feel unpredictable on the bushes on the roadside, making people feel dazzled. The mountains in summer are not green, the green shrubs are brown and the mountain gray water, no matter

The brown stones on the road and the emerald green in the distance are shining golden at this time.

The blue sky is no longer the blue sky, with golden clouds, paired with the afterglow of the sun, as if the whole world has become golden, making all the lines more blurred, like oil paintings.

The fields in the mountains are occasionally green and small flowers are very inconspicuous in the sunset. A group of gray figures, long strings, marching tiredly in the fields, startling butterflies flying around in panic.

The people in the fields are still working, turning a blind eye to the team coming from the south, and being serious about the work they are busy with.

On the map, Songjiazhuang is at the end of the winding mountain road. The mountain village is half hidden in the darkness, and the sunshine is still shining on the top of the village. The boundary between the afterglow and the darkness is clear, and it is like a illusion.

At the edge of the village, a group of children were playing. An old man driving the sheep slowly walked into the village, looking around, walked from the afterglow of the sunset into a gray and dark situation, greeted the aunt working on the edge of the village, and chatted with the old hen next door.

I laid a few more duck eggs, and the aunt scolded me a few words.

He walked by with satisfaction with his eyes wide open and looked around the group of children outside the village calmly. He was surprised to find that the little ones no longer played with stone bows and arrows, and looked up at the old man.

On the mountain road, hundreds of Eighth Route Army soldiers formed a long queue and approached the village in sweat.

Walking out of the afterglow of the sunset, most of the Eighth Route Army members fell to the entrance of the village and exhaustedly took off their things they carried.

One Eighth Route Army entered the village, and two Eighth Route Army scattered along the entrance of the village.

Dakawa Momoji untied the collar, took off his hat and slapped it in his hand, passed through the children's gazes, and patted a child's head with the hat, which gave him a grin and ran away.

Finally, he stopped beside the old man with sheep.

Not long after, two other Eighth Route Army members also appeared, and four people stood outside the mountain village.

"Uncle, is this Songjia Village?" Momochi Okawa knew the reason and stretched out his hand.

The old sheeper hurriedly handed the rattan whip to his left hand, wiped his right hand on his back full of patches and dirt, and reached out to hold it with the eight people in front of him: "Yes, yes, we are Songjia Village, you guys

Where are you going?"

Dakawa Momoji glanced at the old man: "Uh, we are coming from the south and we have to carry out the mission. Can we ask for saliva in the village?"

"Look at what you said, although we are poor, there is no problem with eating noodles!" Mr. Fangyang had seen many Eighth Route Army soldiers. Although his family did not have much food, there were Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village when they were not in the green and yellow. It was just a bit strange.

Now they have not seen him come out to receive him. Every time they save money, they will give the passing Eighth Route Army soldiers a full meal.

Dakawa Momoji retracted his hand and wiped it on his back calmly: "That won't work, we are disciplined!"

But he turned his head and looked at the sheep hard, just as his Adam's apple flew away.

The Eighth Route Army was poor. Although the Japanese brought their fiat currency, they had no use of power and did not dare to show off. Besides, they had only added that they had nothing to lack. It was not important whether they could eat or not, but what was important was time.

Lieutenant Okawa did not intend to stay. With an order, the Japanese on the ground began to get up and set up a team to continue moving forward.

A man in black came out of the village and walked in and saw that his clothes were actually gray, but they were a little dark. He spoke enthusiastically: "Hello, you are all at your own home, so you have to eat before leaving! Besides, there is nothing urgent now,

The emperor was not short of hungry soldiers, old horses, and went in to inform the peasant association to cook."

"No need, comrade, we still have to hurry up." Dakawa Momoki didn't want to waste his time here.

"Don't you know the road? There is not even a person who leads the road. Maybe it will delay the problem now!" The shepherd still remembers that the captain seemed to be asking him if he was Songjiazhuang.

The Eighth Route Army who came out of the village immediately answered: "Don't worry about that time, leave after dinner. I have the final say in this matter. I'll ask you a soldier to let them lead the way. Oh, by the way, you are going to arrive.

Where to go?”

"Uh, this is originally a secret...but... it's all my own people, so it's nothing to tell you. We're going to the division headquarters."

"Hey, look, you are walking here now. Who doesn't know that you are going to the division headquarters? Haha, let the soldiers take a break first. It won't take long. Then, take you closer and guarantee that

It won't be a mistake."

“There is still a shortcut?”

"Uh, of course there is, but it's not that good. From here, you have to take a big turn. Most people don't want to get started. Only our Eighth Route Army soldiers can walk, and it will take one or two hours to save."

"Oh, that's OK, let's have a meal before leaving, but do you have enough food?"

"Grain, hey, you don't have to worry about this. Although the people in the mountains have eaten a little bit, there is a lot of food in the mountains. A few days ago, I even put a wild boar in a little bit smaller and sent some to the teacher.

We were not willing to eat the wounded, and we were not willing to eat it, just waiting for comrades to come to entertain us." Seeing that the shepherd had entered the village, there were people from the peasant association, the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army entered the mountains

I went to train and I guess I would come back soon. When I encountered such an orderly unit, I still had to study and study later.

The three of them were enthusiastic about each other, and the Eighth Route Army that entered the mountains to train also entered the village from the other side of the village.

Dakawa Momoki looked at his subordinates who were nervous and made a gesture, indicating that others should not speak. They rushed from the edge of the village. There were about ten eighth Route Army members. Looking at the equipment of the eighth Route Army, Dakawa Momoki remembered that he seemed to have not been self-centered yet.

Introduction: "By the way, my surname is Ji. You call me Company Commander Ji. We are from the Sixth Brigade."

The Eighth Route Team, dressed in rags and carrying a shuttle logo, had only one gun in total, and an old sleeve!"

Just in the leader, the thoughtful man looked at the neat military appearance of the Eighth Route Army in front of him, machine guns and rifles. In addition to feeling a little Feng Ju Chenchen, he also had extra murderous aura and lacked confidence. He smiled embarrassedly: "We are poor here."

There is nothing to show off, but our Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers are equal, Company Commander Ji, you are rich, you have to support us and you will be able to do it."

Commander Ji was kind and said: "That's fine, they are all comrades, let's have a good exchange."

The Eighth Route Army soldiers lined up and entered the grain drying yard in the middle of the village and sat down on the ground. An old man and a child brought wild fruits from the mountains, boiling water in the clay tank, and several eggs that he could not bear to eat were stuffed.

Entered the soldiers' hands.

The guys looked at each other in a glance, and when they saw Platoon Leader Ji and received a signal, the Eighth Route Army began to take out their own things.

Franchise currency! A lot of fiat currency, several Japanese devils accidentally took out all the Japanese yen, and the colorful banknotes came to the hands of the common people. They looked at the things in their hands and didn't recognize them. They knew that this should be money.

So the captain had a dark face and immediately asked the villagers to return the money. Both sides were friendly and polite to each other.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers in front of us are very disciplined. If you have such a big battle, these Eighth Route Army didn't say a word. The captain blushed and made up his mind to learn from friendly troops. He would like to say a few pairs of rotten garlic under his command. He could follow his own words.
Chapter completed!