Chengcai, who was on the hospital bed, saw Ding Wei walking towards him and stared at Ding Wei closely.
"Don't worry, it's safe here, nothing will happen!" Ding Wei smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, touched his head and asked.
"Can you still remember where your home is, what happened, and how you ended up here?"
Chengcai looked at Mahan with a somewhat questioning look in his eyes.
"Chengcai, this is the leader of our 28th Regiment, he won't lie to you." Mahan introduced: "You don't want to see our leader, he is.
If you have anything to tell him, he will help you solve it."
Chengcai licked the oil on the corner of his mouth: "I...my name is Chengcai. My home is Chengjiazhuang. We were sleeping last night..."
Speaking of this, Chengcai's young body trembled twice: "My mother had just put me to sleep, and suddenly I heard gunshots in my ears.
Not long after, I saw a group of Japs breaking into the room. They gathered us all together, and the leader of the Japs was chattering a lot.
Then he wanted to kill us, but in the end my parents protected me and told me to go find my uncle in blue uniform and tell me to find you."
Ding Wei nodded slightly. He had seen Chengjiazhuang on the map. It was a medium-sized village with a population of about three hundred.
"Are you the only one who survived?" Mahan asked.
As soon as he asked this question, Ma Han regretted a little, knowing that he had asked too many questions.
Upon hearing this, Ding Wei wanted to kick Ma Han.
This guy is a typical guy who doesn't pick up any pots.
Chengcai said with a hint of tears: "It's gone, it's all gone. The Japanese killed all the people in our village. I was small and was protected by my parents, so he didn't notice."
When they left, I kept running. When I was tired from running, I would leave. When I was tired from walking, I would lie in the haystack and squint for a while. When I woke up from the cold, I would continue walking..."
As he said this, Chengcai couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.
Upon seeing this, Mahan hurriedly stepped forward and touched the child's head to calm his emotions.
Listening to the boy's words, Ma Han felt distressed. It was a miracle that such a young child could persevere. He was lucky not to freeze to death on the roadside.
"Uncle of the Eighth Route Army, can you help us take revenge?" Chengcai looked up at Ding Wei and asked, "I also want to kill the Japanese to avenge the people in Zhuangzi."
Ding Wei smiled and touched Chengcai's head: "Believe us, we will definitely kill those little devils who killed your relatives."
After a pause, Ding Wei said again: "What do those Japs look like and do you know where they come from?"
Chengcai tilted his head and thought carefully for a while: "I don't know, they came at night, what's the difference..."
Speaking of this, Chengcai thought hard, and then said with surprise on his face: "I remembered, they are wearing different clothes!"
"Why is it different? Tell me!" Ding Wei asked.
Originally this question was just a casual question, but I didn't expect that it actually turned out something.
"I have never seen the clothes on them before. They are completely different from those Japs before." Cheng Cai thought as he thought.
"The guns they hold in their hands are also different from those of the previous Japs. They can fire continuously. There is also a Japs who can speak Chinese better than us."
Ding Wei frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, and asked: "Is the gun you are talking about the kind of gun that clicks?"
"Hey, this is it, have you seen it before?" Chengcai asked in surprise.
Ding Wei had a gloomy face, and he had already guessed almost everything.
A submachine gun, special clothing, and the ability to speak Chinese.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the work of that stupid Yamamoto Kazuki and his special agent team.
After calming Chengcai's mood, Ding Wei led the doctor out of the ward.
Chengcai has already asked clearly, and now we just need to wait for the soldiers who left to come back and report the situation.
The soldiers responsible for investigating the situation left as quickly as they came. Two hours later, the soldiers responsible for the reconnaissance quickly ran to the regimental office.
"Team fighting, found out." said the scout.
"Say." Ding Wei said.
"It is true that a villager was massacred, his name was Chengjiazhuang." The scout said angrily: "All the people are dead, and there are corpses on the ground. It is preliminary judged that they were all shot to death.
And we found traces of their activities near the village. They seemed to be well-trained, and they worked their way in from the outside, and blocked all the roads out of the village."
With that said, the scout took out a few bullet casings and handed them to Ding Weida: "Captain, we found these bullet casings on the ground.
This cartridge case was different from the Japanese 38 cap. I thought this thing was useful, so I brought a few back.
We don’t know what’s going on around us, and we haven’t stayed too long, so we’re going to come back and report the situation to you first.”
"You did a good job, go down and rest first." Ding Wei took the cartridge case and took a closer look. It was the cartridge case of the MP38 submachine gun.
This time.
Ding Wei was even more certain that it was Yamamoto's special agent team who would carry out the massacre in Chengjiazhuang.
From the map, Chengjiazhuang is also the village closest to the prisoner of war camp.
Yamamoto Kazuki came to the prisoner of war camp and found that the prisoner of war camp had been attacked and not a single prisoner of war was left. It was normal for him to vent his anger on some nearby civilians.
"You son of a bitch Yamamoto." Ding Wei said angrily: "You still dare to provoke me. If I meet you again, I will slap your skin!"
While angry, Ding Wei also blamed himself.
He should have expected this situation. The little devils are all a bunch of beasts with no morality at all, especially a mad dog like Yamamoto Kazuki.
After learning from past mistakes, Ding Wei decided not to let himself make such a mistake again.
"Monk!" Ding Wei shouted.
"Here!" Monk Wei ran in immediately.
"Let the battalion commander take someone out with me later." Ding Wei said coldly.
The corpses of the people in Chengjiazhuang were still cold, so even if revenge could not be avenged, they still had to be buried.
Could it be that they died unjustly at the hands of Japanese soldiers, and their bones had to be exposed to wind and sun?
"Yes!" Monk Wei stood up and responded, quickly running out.
Ding Wei only felt an unknown fire in his heart, thinking that when he went out later, it would be best to encounter a Japanese army with no eyesight, even a puppet army.
The team was quickly assembled.
Under the leadership of Ding Wei, a battalion of more than 400 people marched toward Chengjiazhuang.
Along the way, everyone was silent and looked very serious.
soon.
They came to Chengjiazhuang.
"You little sons of bitches, I will kill you!"
Monk Wei looked at the people who died tragically on the ground, his eyes widened with anger, he clenched his fists and roared angrily.
As he said that, he wanted to turn around and run away.
"Come back, what are you talking about!" Ding Wei scolded and said coldly: "Kill them, the little devils have gone to who knows where, what are you going to kill them with!"
Ding Wei shouted angrily, and Monk Wei could only stand where he was, his head hanging down.