Hu Yi stood at the entrance of the village, and the sun shone on his body warmly.

Half-squinted his blurry eyes, the sky in the distance seemed particularly blue, so blue that it turned white.

A buzz came from the direction of the canal.

Soon, a Japanese plane passed by the sky far away to the west.

Hu Yi always feels a little uneasy.

If the Japanese are beaten, they will definitely take revenge.

However, the news came from the south that the Japanese who were sweeping did not advance north.

All of this does not conform to the vengeful dog morality of the Japanese...

The political commissar said...The ancients said: If a person has no long-term plans, he will have immediate worries.

After thinking for a while, he turned around.

Looking at Li Xiang's blurred figure leaning against the wall behind him, he covered his face with the Eighth Route Army cap: "This... can't stay for a long time!"
Chapter completed!