"Don't come over, take Guoer to wait for a while." Tang Cheng and his group finally walked around the woods. The faint smell of blood floating in the air made Tang Cheng suddenly stop. They waved their hands to signal the old couple to take the little girl back into the woods. Tang Cheng pulled out his shell gun and walked forward, and rushed to the back of a dead tree. Tang Cheng, who was standing close to the tree, listened to the movements around. The more forward he moved, the more bloody smell in the air, making Tang Cheng's palms sweat and his heart beat faster.

Slowly squatted down against the dead tree, Tang Cheng poked his head and looked around, looking around without finding any abnormality, he couldn't help but feel a little restless. The place where the 12 Japanese soldiers killed was only a small forest. If the Japanese soldiers had companions around, it was only a matter of time to catch up and find him, so we must not waste time here. Slowly pick up a piece of dead branches on the ground, Tang Cheng threw the dead branches as thick as eggs to his left. The moment the dead branches fell to the ground, Tang Cheng, who had already stood straight behind the dead trees, rushed to the crooked tree a few meters away on the right.

After continuous temptations, Tang Cheng had already touched the outermost edge of the woods, and walked forward to a wide field of view. After a breathless Tang Cheng paused for a moment, he began to sneak to his left. The bloody smell in the air came from the left. Use the branches to spread a nest of suspicious grass, Tang Cheng saw several corpses. They should be wearing the surrounding people, including the fields and the corpses of ordinary people, which means there must be villages nearby.

"It's okay, let's leave here quickly." After going back to pick up the old couple, Tang Cheng explained the situation in detail, and after repeatedly reminding them not to speak loudly, Tang Cheng, carrying a muffled gun, walked in the front. He stumbled across a small river fork, and a village appeared not far away. He waved his hand to signal the old couple to stay by the river and wait by the river. Tang Cheng touched the village himself.

It was almost noon, and the sun was warm, but Tang Cheng felt no warmth in his heart. The place where the body was found was too close to this village. The bullet holes on the body indicated that they were killed by gunfire. The only ones who would shoot the people and cover the bodies would be Japanese soldiers. Maybe those Japanese soldiers who might exist were in the village in front. If Tang Cheng was alone, he could bypass the village, but he also brought three old, weak, women and children. Moreover, the old couple was exhausted very much. If they could not find tools for transportation, it would be difficult for them to arrive in Nanjing alive.

Leaning on a ridge of the field, he carefully peeked for a while, Tang Cheng moved forward for a distance. At this time, his position was only a hundred meters away from the entrance of the village. He could rush into the village in less than a minute, but Tang Cheng didn't dare because he was the only one. Xie Bo's battlefield notes had records related to field reconnaissance. The first sentence at the beginning was that being cautious can save one's life, being frivolous and careless was lost. Of course, Xie Bo's consciousness did not mean that the scouts were all turtles. Tang Cheng understood that he had to determine the target situation before he could take action, otherwise he could only wait.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, Tang Cheng finally found something wrong. This village that looked not very big was a bit too quiet. Tang Cheng followed Robert to preach the country since childhood. Although he had never lived in the countryside of northern Jiangsu, he also knew the situation in the countryside. There were at least 50 families living in this small village, and a village with a population of 0 people did not make any noise during the day. This was too strange. Even if people went out to work, would the domestic animals kept in the house not make any noise?

He counted the number of bullets in the two pistols again. Tang Cheng took out a grenade from his bag and put it on his waist. Once a crisis occurs, it will definitely be too late to get the grenade from his bag. He must be ready to fight in advance. He found a soft place and rolled a few times. The soil stained on his body temporarily covered the blood stains on his clothes. From a distance, Tang Cheng, who was thin, looked like a standard refugee.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, Tang Cheng asked a smell of blood, but the whole village was quiet, and there was no blood in Tang Cheng's sight. He couldn't think of where the smell of blood in the air came from. He hid behind him with a mullet gun in one hand. Tang Cheng slowly pushed open the door in front of him. The yard was very small, but it was very clean. It was obvious that the owner of this family was a diligent person who could live. "Is anyone at home? Please ask for water." This sentence was learned by Tang Cheng as a child after following Robert everywhere. Most people would not refuse to come to ask for water.

No one answered, and the yard seemed a little strange quietly. Tang Cheng, who was standing outside the yard gate, looked around and didn't go in. In the end, he endured the pain on his shoulders, Tang Cheng pushed open the doors of several other yards in succession. No one was at home, and the yard was clean and could not tell whether the owner was out or at home. Anyway, no one answered Tang Cheng's call. Tang Cheng, who was already feeling a little angry, had to follow the bloody smell in the air and find the well under the big tree at the east end of the village.

"Vomit" When Tang Cheng lowered his head and saw clearly what was in the well, the big cake he ate in the woods in the morning was spit out. A corpse was soaked in the well that had turned red. His face, which was exposed to the water, was soaked white. His pair of dead eyes looked at the well without any spirit. He had been spitting out the things in his stomach. Tang Cheng, who was soft all over, staggered back to the big tree and sat on the ground along the trunk.

Tang Cheng didn't know what he had come to his senses. Anyway, he didn't dare to look at the well again, or even close his eyes. Once he closed his eyes, Tang Cheng would think of the pair of eyes without spirit in the well. Thinking of the family of three left by him in Heban, Tang Cheng, with weak legs, tried hard to stand up. He also wanted to find a means of transportation. Without a carriage, donkey cart, it would be fine to find a trolley.

After following Robert from childhood, Tangcheng knew that big animals were not affordable by ordinary farmers, but if the farmers who could afford animals would serve them as treasures, they would rather live in a crowded place. The family must have a livestock. So Tangcheng, who entered the village again, went straight to the yards with livestock. He found several families' yards, let alone looking for big animals that pulled carts, Tangcheng couldn't even find a big cart, but these yards were empty without exception.

Tang Cheng knew that an accident had happened and did not turn around and leave immediately. He could not find food and transportation. The old couple and children on the edge of the river could not reach Nanjing. Perhaps for the sake of the cute little girl, Tang Cheng dragged his already tired steps and kept pushing open doors one after another, hoping to find what he wanted. It was almost half an hour since Tang Cheng entered the village. Tang Cheng was exhausted and still had nothing. Not only did he not find transportation, but he didn't even find much food.

Two eggs found in the grass nest, a steamed bun that almost grew hair, and a handful of green onions. This was the harvest of Tangcheng in more than half an hour. Except for the more than a hundred corpses found in the village ancestral hall and the corpses soaked in the well, the entire village could not find a living thing, nor could it find a grain or other food, and the whole village seemed to be looted.

Tang Cheng, with a chapped lips, finally gave up on his search. However, Tang Cheng had some answers to this empty village. Japanese soldiers must have come here. They killed all the people in the village, and they took away all the big animals and food in the village. Bandits generally do not kill people, and even if the bandits want to kill people, they will not kill all the people in the village. Moreover, the bandits eat knife-headed rice, and they will not kill people in other people's ancestral halls. No matter how bad the people in the world are, they will have to talk about some morality.

He carefully put the eggs and steamed buns into his pocket. Tang Cheng held the shell gun in one hand and held the scallion in the other hand and walked out of the village. No matter what, the eggs and steamed buns were considered food. Adults were not full, and at least children could deal with it. Tang Cheng, who was so hungry that he couldn't help but fill a scallion into his mouth. Tang Cheng, who was chewing on the scallion in his mouth, suddenly flashed and stuck to the wall of a house. The shell gun that had been holding in his hand was immediately lifted up, pointing directly to the yard not far away in front of him.

The yards of these families were built with livestock. Tang Cheng clearly remembered that he had pushed open their gates and did not close them. However, the door of the yard in front of him was closed now. If he had not remembered it wrongly, it means that someone had entered this yard or the village still had people living. Tang Cheng's body rubbed against the wall and began to slowly retreat, and his hand holding the mull gun began to sweat. Tang Cheng, who grew up with Robert since childhood, did not believe in ghosts and gods. He was not worried about ghosts or something. He was afraid that there would be living people in this dead village.

If Tang Cheng was not injured, he would have the ability to compete with his two pistols and three grenades. But now Tang Cheng is not only not healed, but he is now so hungry that he is dizzy and weak. If a Japanese soldier or bandit pops out of the yard, Tang Cheng may become the next floating corpse soaked in the well. He slowly retreats along the wall to the corner of the yard. Tang Cheng, who has stared at his eyes, turns his head and runs. Tang Cheng, who dares not stay, uses all his strength to run desperately. As long as he runs out of this village, the possibility of danger will be slim.

"Brush" a white-smiling sword light slashed down violently. Tang Cheng, who was about to rush through the corner of the next yard, could no longer stop and ran straight to the sword light. "Ah" Tang Cheng, who was extremely frightened, subconsciously closed his eyes. Maybe Mao Wu and the others were right. It is best not to close his eyes when he was holding a knife and chopping against someone, otherwise he would be even more scared, just like Tang Cheng now.
Chapter completed!