A bloody setting sun fell in the mountains to the west early, leaving a few bleak clouds in the sky.

The whole brilliant sky quickly became darker.

The light in the village dimmed rapidly.

It's getting dark again.

Three bicycles and six men in black left the village and disappeared on the road outside the village with a stream of dust.

It took not long, and more than thirty ordinary people had torn clothes and ragged clothes, carrying large bags and small bags to leave the village.

The puppet troops rushed south, and the originally dilapidated villages in the ten miles and eight villages were even less smoke from cooking.

During the years of severe drought, the family had already moved away. Unfortunately, ordinary and honest people were hard to get rid of their hometowns. They thought that maybe the days would be over. Besides, the landlords who moved away were originally regarded as the lifeblood.

The villagers who stayed were even secretly happy. They firmly believed that as long as there were two light rains after spring, these unowned lands would regain their vitality.

The large area of ​​barren land located between several nearby counties made the villagers who were left wonder about who the land was the owner.

A thin young man in his teens squatted in front of an old man at the entrance of the village: "Second uncle, the city has issued a notice of peace. As long as our family farms well, I hope there will be still some!"

The old man with a pleated face on the opposite side was smoking a dry cigarette, worried: "Ma Gan, this time the Imperial Army swept the ball, our cows and sheep are gone, and even a chicken cub is not left behind. If it doesn't rain in spring, I'm worried that all the things we do will be useless!"

"Second uncle, don't worry. I signed up for the Quick Knife Club with a few young students from the next village. I am old and we will be in charge of the three nearby villages in the future. As long as we can report the news of the anti-Japanese elements who write slogans all day long and fight against the Imperial Army to the Imperial Army in the artillery tower. In the future, except for the Imperial Army, we will have the final say!"

The old man hesitated for a moment: "Did they say how to distribute food?"

"From this year, one to ten draws is much lower than the previous landlords' wealth and five to ten draws. It collects less than when the national army was there, and it does not send a tribe or pay. This imperial army is really good to our people!" Ma Gan was speechless. The strong laborers in the village were all easily pulled out by Latins, and the nearby artillery towers were almost fully repaired...

The old man was used to the impermanence of this world: "Ma Gan, you are still young and don't know that people's hearts are sinister. If you weren't born to be thin, you would have been caught by those bad people. I always felt frightened. In the past few decades, we have hardly had peace here. First, this governor and that commander were stationed in the area. At the beginning, they all said it nicely, so don't be fooled by them."

The thin Ma Gan grinned and said, "Don't worry about this. This time, we have become the team leader of the Kuaidao Club. I have the final say in the three nearby villages. Besides, after leaving the county town, these ten miles and eight villages are all the territory of our Kuaidao Club. Our president has already agreed with the city's security commander that as long as we pay the food on time in the future, they will definitely ensure our safety!"

The old man looked at the sky slowly becoming dark and murmured to himself: "How can there be such a good thing in this world? Alas..."

"Second uncle, don't worry, I will let you live a good life!" The fifteen-six-year-old boy firmly believed.

The old man's pleated face was full of sorrow. It was not easy to survive under the Japanese iron hooves, but where is life easy...

This damn thief...

...

Under the moonlight, the earth is silent.

The original fields between villages were all deserted, almost all of which were barren. The ruthless drought tore the earth open one fists after another, and there was no trace of anger on the cracked land.

Passing by a sparse half-human-high sorghum field, Hu Yi subconsciously went downstairs and looked at it. He could light it with just a fire!

If you can't grow crops, how can you survive?

Hu Yi felt a little nervous. When he was in Qingshan Village, he worked himself and knew that if there was no water in the field, everything he did would be useless.

Gao Yidao feels similar to Hu Yi. He spends most of his time in the hills at the foot of the mountain. Even if the weather is dry, dig a few more feet on the ground, there is always a place where you can still dig out water.

The endless desolation makes people feel heartbroken.

There were enemy artillery towers everywhere, searchlights were shaking everywhere, and the smoke from a column of cooking was blown away by the cold wind.

A village emerged not far ahead.

Captain Yang suddenly turned around and said to Gao Yidao to Hu Yi: "After we enter the village, don't go to the well to fetch water!"

"Why?" Gao Yidao asked with a frown.

Captain Yang's face was bitter: "The people are counting on this well to survive, so we should not burden them any more."

I walked almost ten miles along the way, and then I heard Captain Yang say this.

There seemed to be no trace of water in the air, and smoke began to appear in the throat.

Today, in the village where the temporary resident is located, the wellheads in the village were covered. When the soldiers working were moving the manhole cover, Hu Yi and Gao Yidao went to see it. There was water in the well, but not much.

But if you want to use well water to farm, this is not enough to plant half acre of land!

What's the use?

The village is closer, and you can see from a distance that a few dozen villagers are standing consciously on the grain drying ground at the entrance of the village.

Is this welcoming the Eighth Route Army?

This made Hu Yi feel unreal, this fucking...

The work of the military sub-district is done in good condition.

Captain Yang walked in front and was in a low mood: "This area is where we have done anti-Japanese work, but these ordinary people are too poor. The men were captured by the national army, and the movement was pulled by the puppet army. Now all the old, weak, women and children are left behind. I am worried whether they can survive until summer harvest."

Gao Yidao next to him suddenly spoke: "I said Captain Yang, your work is much better than ours!"

Captain Yang was a little surprised and turned around: "What do you mean?"

Gao Yidao raised his hand and pointed: "Then what are they doing at the entrance of the village? Isn't we welcome?"

Captain Yang had a black line: "Welcome, but... they welcome anyone who comes..."

Gao Yidao was stunned. This was really weird. Could it be that the Japanese were welcomed when they came? After thinking for a while, they immediately understood.

Hu Yi also thought that the people came to the Eighth Route Army and the people came out to welcome them.

Captain Yang quickly figured out the reason why Gao Yidao asked, with a sad and angry expression on his face: "You are in the mountains, and I don't know that the traitors of the detective team are running around in various villages. The Japanese and puppet troops swept four or five times a year. If the people come out slowly, the Japanese killed directly stabbed them with bayonets. The two Japanese robbed things when they come to the door. What can the people do? The enemy has swept the enemy a lot of times, and they... are all used to it."

Captain Yang walked in the front, and some of the villagers recognized Captain Yang, and an old lady with her head wrapped around her trotted forward: "Captain Yang, you are looking forward to you!"

"Don't worry, just say slowly, look, we brought you food..." Captain Yang finished speaking, looking at Hu Yi and Gao Yidao awkwardly.

Hu Yi did not hesitate and directly asked Luo Fugui to carry the bag to the front and hand it over to Captain Yang.

The aunt did not hesitate at all and turned around and greeted: "Why are you still standing there? Come and move quickly and make food for our team!"

After the aunt finished speaking, she looked at Captain Yang: "This time the puppet army swept the raid, we got the news in advance that the food had been buried long ago. We easily sent the puppet army and the traitors away. It was a pity that the big hen that lays eggs at home was stolen by the evil dog legs!"

"No, we've eaten it before we came here!" Captain Yang squeezed out a smile: "As long as there is nothing wrong with us, this place is still ours."
Chapter completed!