"Let me tell you, if you just send them across the river, it's over. You've already sent them away, and you still want to send someone to call them back. You really don't mind the trouble." Old Northeast's nagging did not bother him.
Affected Tang Cheng, he knew that Old Northeast was talking about Sun Guohua and the other three who were leading the team at the moment. Wu Laosan was very familiar with the brothers in this area, but unfortunately he was not a soldier. Tang Cheng was worried that the closer he got to Li Jiashan, the more likely he would be.
The more he encounters Japanese troops, he will need not only guides, but also qualified scouts.
Sun Guohua and the others were anti-Japanese rescuers, and they had all received so-called training from military guerrilla warfare experts. In addition, Sun Guohua and the others had been operating in this area for half a month. Even if they encountered the Japanese army on the way, Sun Guohua and the three of them could handle it calmly.
As for people like Wu Laosan who ran back crying and yelling for help. "What are you talking about? Why don't you become a vanguard and a scout?" Lao Dongbei's chatter was interrupted by Tang Cheng's casual words, and then he shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Nao.
For new recruits, vanguard is a new word, but for veterans like Lao Dongbei, it means death. Vanguard is the first to approach the enemy, and will also be the first to die. Among all troops, the death rate is the highest.
They are the vanguard. When fighting the enemy, the veterans will encourage the new recruits to rush forward in order to save their lives. The new recruits attract the enemy's firepower, and only then the veterans who are ready to fight have a chance to attack the enemy's formation.
Following Wu Laosan's guidance, they quickly walked a few miles, and Zhoujiawan was right in front of them. However, Sun Guohua and the three people walking in the front squatted down like Wu Laosan. At this time, Zhoujiawan was silent.
Something didn't seem right. "How about I go into the village and have a look? I often come to Zhoujiawan, and many people here recognize me." Looking at Zhoujiawan, which was still deserted, Wu Laosan's heart flashed.
A bad omen, Zhoujiawan should not be so quiet in normal times.
Tang Cheng shook his head and did not agree to Wu Laosan's suggestion. If something happened in Zhoujiawan, letting a guy like Wu Laosan enter the village would simply lead to death. After looking through the binoculars for a while, Tang Cheng, whose expression changed, gave the order
Everyone entered the village. Lao Dongbei wanted to dissuade them, but when he looked at Tangcheng, he happened to meet the gesture that Tangcheng gave him. Old Dongbei also changed his face when he understood that entering the village meant that he would have water and food.
To eat, the already hungry Sichuan soldiers sped up, but Tang Cheng and Laodongbei, who knew the inside story, had different expressions.
Before reaching the entrance of the village, Wu Laosan had already shouted and strode into the village. The strong smell of blood and burnt smell hit his face. Tang Cheng almost choked and vomited from the mixed smell.
When Tang Cheng entered the village, he saw a pale-faced Wu Laosan kneeling beside a large pit in the village digging soil. At his feet was a girl wearing a floral dress. The girl's floral dress was torn and she looked absolutely stunning.
He couldn't be more than twelve years old. Tang Cheng couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he took off his military uniform and covered it with the girl's body. The girl's pants had long been torn off, her legs were covered with bone-deep scars, and her lower body was even more torn.
One piece, the stomach was cut open, and the intestines were thrown out two to three meters away.
"Oh God, please strike down a thunderbolt from the sky and kill these little devils who are worse than pigs and dogs." Wu Laosan, whose hands were covered with blood while digging the soil, knelt down beside the pit and cried. His friends and his family were all
In this pit, the little girl Tang Cheng saw just now was the eldest daughter of Wu Laosan's friend.
Less than ten meters away from Tangcheng, the skull of a baby less than two feet tall and apparently no more than one year old was opened, and the brain was missing. Beside the baby, a peasant woman, completely clothed, was thrown far away.
There was blood in her mouth, and it could be faintly seen that she was holding the small thing on the man's lower body in her mouth. There were countless holes in her body, and there was a large pool of blood under her body. On the other side, a middle-aged uncle
The sternum was stretched open, and the internal organs were intact. Only the heart was missing, but there was a ball of blood-red minced meat stuffed in his mouth, which was his heart.
Even Lao Dongbei, who had experienced hundreds of killings and had dozens of lives on his hands, started to feel churning in his stomach, and he vomited out. As soon as his foot slipped, Lao Dongbei rolled down the pit. The strong smell of blood hit his nostrils, and in the pit
There are over a hundred corpses piled densely, some with dismembered heads, some cut off at the waist, some in struggling postures, all kinds of ways, and all imaginable ways of killing can be seen here. This is Tangcheng
The first time I saw Lao Dongbei, he was panic-stricken. As if he was being chased and bitten by a dog, Lao Dongbei crawled out of the pit like an arrow, his face turned frighteningly white.
Apparently Old Northeast was not the only one to be so panicked. The Sichuan soldiers behind Tangcheng had already vomited and their legs were weak. Some of the guys who looked similar to Old Northeast were even crying with hoarse voices. "You."
Is it made of stone?" He stretched out his hand to wipe the stain on the corner of his mouth. Old Dongbei was very surprised at Tang Cheng's indifference. He was so tired that he vomited like this, but Tang Cheng kept looking at the pit expressionlessly, except for his expression.
It was white and even the legs didn't shake.
When Old Dongbei asked about it, Tang Cheng still had no expression on his face and didn't even look at Old Dongbei. This made Old Dongbei even more convinced that Tang Cheng was a hard-hearted guy. In fact, Old Dongbei didn't know that Tang Cheng was being stoic at the moment.
If Old Northeast had paid attention not to Tang Cheng's expression but to his hands, he would have found that Tang Cheng was pinching his thigh with his own hands. If there hadn't been a burst of pain from his thigh, maybe Tang Cheng would have been there by now.
It has completely collapsed.
Standing next to the pit full of corpses, Tang Cheng felt as if he had seen hell. Those broken corpses would get up at any time and drag him into hell. By pinching his thighs, Tang Cheng maintained his final calmness and calmness.
Calm down, when everyone was vomiting in the dark and their legs and feet were weak, only Tang Cheng was still standing like a nail.
"The devils are coming, the devils are coming... Just when everyone was at a loss, a cry suddenly came from the village. The cry was so sharp that it was like a ghost howling. Once you heard it, you knew that the cry was a woman.
Tang Cheng was startled, and then he drew his gun and pointed it behind him. A naked middle-aged woman with disheveled hair screamed sharply and kept waving her arms, looking at Tang Cheng and the gun in his hand.
He disappeared, shouting crazily and running past many Sichuan soldiers.
"The devils are coming, haha, the devils are coming, the devils are coming, folks, run, run quickly, no one can run, haha..." The woman screamed crazily and reached out to pick up a round-eyed boy from the ground.
Opening her eyes, her head, which still retains an expression of fear, kept shaking up and down, "Er Gouzi, run, why don't you run, run quickly, the devil will chop your head off, haha... Bang..." The middle-aged woman's
The laughter suddenly stopped with a crisp gunshot. Tang Cheng, who was standing by the pit, put away his rifle with a gloomy look and walked towards the village.
"Are you fucking stupid? Go into the village, look for anyone who is alive, look for some tools or something, and bury all the corpses." Tang Cheng went into the village, and Old Dongbei, who had come back to his senses, also chased him away.
As the Sichuan Army searched the village, the Sichuan Army people didn't understand why Tang Cheng killed the woman, but Lao Dongbei knew. It would be difficult for such a woman who had been raped and gone crazy by the Japanese army to survive on her own. Instead of letting her live like this crazy
, it is better to send her down to stay with her family.
The scattered Sichuan soldiers searched all the houses in Zhoujiawan. Almost everyone thought that there was no living person in Zhoujiawan. Only Wu Laosan was still carrying a shovel and was like crazy in the yard of his friend's house.
They were digging everywhere. "Sir, please give me a few people to help me search together. There is a half-year-old boy at my friend's house who has not been found. He told me that there is a hiding place in the yard.
Give me a few people to help me find him." A man who lived by licking blood from his knife head actually cried like a woman. Tang Cheng really couldn't refuse Wu Laosan's request.
Wu Laosan and a few men from the Sichuan Army were digging up the yard of his friend's house. The rest of the people were looking at the corpses in the village. The exhausted Tang Cheng sat blankly on the big rock at the entrance of the village. He took out a cigarette and smoked it with his head down.
Tang Cheng didn't want to say a word now. He just wanted to be alone like this. Old Dongbei looked at Tang Cheng sitting blankly at the entrance of the village from a distance. He didn't understand why Tang Cheng was obviously a hard-hearted guy.
To create such a lonely look.
All the corpses that could be found in the village were buried in that pit. Since they were all members of the same village in life, it would be better to stay together after death. The woman who was shot to death by Tangcheng was buried in the pit.
At the top, the face-down woman spreads her legs and lies on top of the corpses, as if to protect the villagers. "Buried, everyone comes here to add soil once, even to say goodbye to these villagers, the villagers are in Jiuquan
I will also protect you to survive on the battlefield." Tang Cheng was the first to bury soil in the pit, followed by Lao Dongbei, the Sichuan troops, and Sun Guohua, who also added soil into the pit.
There was only a wooden board stuck in front of the mound where the entire village was buried. There was not a single word on the wooden board. After discussion, Tang Cheng and Sun Guohua decided that it would be better not to write anything. There was no yellow paper, no candles, and no white flags. There was no writing on the wooden board.
When Qiu inserted the wooden board, Tangcheng only asked 10 Sichuan soldiers to fire a volley into the sky. Wu Laosan's efforts were not in vain. After almost plowing through the yard of his friend's house, Wu Laosan was in the yard.
The unconscious nephew Xiaobao was found under the donkey trough.
Zhang Xiaobao is 14 years old this year. His diminutive figure is about the same size as those of twelve or thirteen-year-old children. Wu Laosan wanted to entrust Zhang Xiaobao to Tang Cheng and take him with him, but he still needed Tang Cheng's permission to do this.
Agree. "Then let him follow me. When we go back, he will be with Shitou." Wu Laosan didn't expect that Tang Cheng would agree so happily. Tang Cheng, who was born as an orphan, was very interested in those who have no father or mother.
The child has an inexplicable kindness. If not for this, Tang Cheng would never have left Mengcheng with Liu Shitou.