The dawn sways in the wind and rain.

Old Man Zhao has lived for more than fifty years, and in my memory, the heavy rain with hail in summer has never lasted for so long.

I have always been worried about the sorghum corn field in the fields.

At dawn, I wore a straw hat and patched it... I was wearing a raincoat made of canvas that was eliminated at the station, and I carried a hoe to leave the village.

Not far away, the sound of the collision between the train wheels and the rails was heard from time to time on the railway, and the buzzing roar of the motorcycle broke the heavy rain solo.

The train left, and there was only the sound of raindrops hitting the sorghum leaves falling all over the ground, and the surroundings became as quiet as death.

The more calm he is, the more irritable he brings to Zhao Laihan.

Wherever you see, there are sorghum lands everywhere, with branches and leaves broken.

I was always lucky in my heart, and even hesitated not to go around my own field.

Maybe... I prayed to God every day and played a role?

From a distance, I finally saw that nearly half of the sorghum in the dry land on the mound had fallen, and the sweet potatoes in the ground seemed not to be affected much.

Have a long breath

Three parts of the land could not support the family, and there was no way, so he even rented out two acres of irrigated land for the landlord Guo family.

Moving forward in the wind and rain...

Old Man Zhao's heart sank. He poured half of the two acres of sorghum planted from the Guo family, and no ten sorghum left.

His hands and feet trembled, and he sat in the mud...

"Damn God, this is a posture of not wanting people to live!" cried heart-wrenchingly.

I got up like crazy and saw the crops in the field I came to see...

There is no trace of luck in the storm.

This day is no longer enough, so I shouted again: "God, why are you so cruel to me?"

The Guo family is a baron in Zhangnan, and the land rent must be paid on time. Otherwise, the Guo family's servants will make life worse than death if they do not pay the rent.

Old Man Zhao had lost hope in his eyes. He sat slowly in the sorghum field filled with rain like a walking corpse, holding the broken sorghum pole in his hand, without saying a word, hoping to connect it.

I tried countless times but failed...

I let the heavy raindrops slide down from my forehead and into my neck, and I don’t seem to feel at all... I really have no way to live.

Tang Dagou was in a very unhappy mood. Someone was barking in the early morning.

On such a heavy rainy day, you can bump into such an old guy. Judging from his appearance, he is probably a poor and jingling guy.

The old man stood in the rain, just blocking the activities of several soldiers led by Dadu and Yang Crazy!

"Platform leader, do you want to go over and ask this old man? Although he is poor, he may know something about the railway..."

"Yes, look... he was wearing a raincoat made of canvas on the train for rain protection."

"So what?"

"This time we are running a railway, at least we need to find some familiar people to guide us!"

"It makes sense. This person of such an old age must have been active in this area often. At least he knows the basic situation of the railway and even the patrol rules of the Japanese puppet army..."

"I also think that the old man must know much more than us."

"What are you two talking about so much nonsense? The person named Gong sounds nice, but where is the underground traffic officer? I haven't even seen a ghost yet."

"The puppet army devils arrested people everywhere in the past two days. How do I know where he is?" The soldiers of the county brigade were dissatisfied with the dog's attitude.

"Damn Gong Shaofeng said he knew people from the transportation team. Then tell me, where are the people from the transportation team?"

"Aren't you nonsense? I don't know if the captain can contact the person from the transportation team..."

While talking, another rumbling train passed by in the distance...

"What a bad guy's armored train!"

"Do you really know what an armored train is?" The soldiers of the county brigade were stunned for a moment.

"It's just a train equipped with iron armor and heavy artillery..."

"Big Dog, tell me in detail..." A soldier asked..

"You don't understand if you say it..."

"I don't want to forget it. I'll ask the old man, maybe he knows..."

"Hey, old man, we are the Eighth Route Army, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that someone appeared in the pouring rain, although I felt strange, Mr. Zhao's brows did not stretch at all.

I always feel that the world is unfair to me. The food in my family can only last for one or two days at most, and there is no way to go on this life.

He ignored the warriors who came to ask questions at all.

"Hey, old man, what are you talking about?" The big dog soldier who followed him in the rain had a weird temper. He didn't look at the common people in the past, but his experience of getting along with the villagers at the wine station was quite strange...

Of course I'm not very polite in speaking.

Being called an old man... Old Zhao has no intention of caring about this person being polite. All his hope is to survive.

And now all hopes have been shattered, he felt that... there is nothing to nostalgic in this world.

I originally thought that a heavy rain would bring hope, but the result was that there was not only hopelessness... but despair.

My mind began to be confused: these people came to find themselves with guns...

It must be the Guo family who sent someone to collect the land rent...

"You vampires, old man, I'll talk to you today..."

Old Man Zhao held a hoe in his hand and swung it to fight against Tang Dagou...

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After the wind and rain, the blockade ditch was filled with water.

No one was seen three or five meters away.

The Minghe Da Iron Bridge is full of people.

The water flows in the plain rivers are not surging.

The water trend rose steadily and was already flush with the bottom of the bridge.

"Escape all!" This was the Japanese engineer whispering helplessly.

Amid the footsteps of Kazakh, the armored train parked in the south of the bridge pulled the whistle and slowly started.

The steam locomotive pulled three armored boxes and walked south along the railway that looked like it was floating on the river.

The railway bridge is no longer accessible, and the Japanese who live on the island all year round are of course aware of the coming and goings of this sudden summer storm.

They speculated that the heavy rain would last until dark today or early tomorrow morning.

Walking on the long line of railways, Japanese engineers wearing raincoats led the team in front, followed behind, and the men wearing canvas, and the straw raincoats walked in a row, with the chaotic footsteps exceeding the sound of wind and rain.

Finally arrived at the train station, and the crowd scattered into the station buildings.

The railway armored patrol vehicle parked in the maintenance workshop lit up a light, slowly started, and routine patrol.

Several maintenance workers buried several Japanese corpses into the pit that had been dug long ago, and then gathered together and whispered: "Hey... I asked us to destroy the railway on the peak. God will do us such a big favor..."

"This time the goal is to paralyze the railway line for at least half a month to prevent the Japanese from crossing the Yellow River south... According to the Japanese engineers, what is the heavy rain called a storm? It can last for a day at most..."

"Don't say much, wait until Brother Lu comes back before making plans..."

A figure passed through the wind and rain, greeted the puppet army standing guard, and hurried into the workshop.

He took out a white cloth strip and tied it on his left arm, and then began to arrange tasks: "The Eighth Route Army has destroyed the Japanese Railway Telephone Line, and the attack time is set to start at 11 o'clock and end until the end before dawn tomorrow."

"The iron armored patrol vehicle has been solved, and the car is full of explosives. However, the wind and rain are too heavy now. The Japanese puppet army guarding the bridge has prohibited anyone from going to the Zhanghe Bridge. It is too difficult to blow up the Zhanghe sedan..."

"Are you sure?"

"The problem lies in the Minghe Bridge. The river water surges and it will overflow the bridge in at most an hour."

In the wind and rain, the dense men were shirtless, carrying ropes, wooden bars, hand hammers, wrenches and other tools to remove rails.

"superior!"

More than a dozen human carts were dragging heavy tools and approaching the railway line.

A squad's "pseudo-army" patrol team scattered on half of the railway with less railroad tracks intercepted.
Chapter completed!