The War of Resistance

There was fire crackling and black smoke rising into the air. That was the village that was set on fire by the Japanese army. When a village with hundreds of households was completely set on fire, the fire was really scary.

"These Japanese who have suffered thousands of knives!" A villager in the distance cursed angrily as they watched the black smoke rise into the air.

It’s just that as the saying goes, “Although a home is good, it’s not a place to stay forever.” Now that the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders have set foot on their villages, their villages cannot be kept.

"Ah." An old man sighed and said, "The enemy chieftain is fierce, let's save lives first!"

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed into the village in pursuit of a few broken Chinese soldiers, and they were wiped out by another Chinese team that arrived later.

But just before dawn, another Japanese army came to retaliate, but was ambushed by the thirty or forty Chinese soldiers in the village.

It's just that this kind of situation is like two people fighting. Generally, one party will find a helper if he suffers a loss, and the fight will turn into a fight.

At noon, the Japanese army increased their troops again, and they rushed to the village aggressively, but when the Japanese army arrived at the village, there was no one in the village, so the fire broke out!

Why is there no one in the village? Naturally, it was because the villagers guessed that the Japanese army would come to retaliate, so they withdrew early.

"I hope those Japanese don't come after us?" At this time, although the common people were heartbroken, they also understood that everything is available only when a person is alive, and everything is meaningless if a person is dead.

"Don't talk nonsense, you didn't see that the Japanese devils really came?" A villager reminded.

The villagers hiding in the woods looked towards the place of the fireworks, and at this moment they really saw a khaki figure appearing.

But at this time, a gunshot suddenly came from another direction, and the khaki figures who had just emerged from the fireworks chased after the gunshot.

But at this time, seeing the Japanese army moving, Shang Zhen put away his rifle and said hello before leaving, so more than a dozen soldiers behind him followed him and ran to the northwest.

Of course Shang Zhen was afraid that the Japanese army would retaliate against the villagers, so after discussing with the old man in the village, did he let the villagers abandon their homes and hide outside the village?

The Japanese army would massacre villages and kill those civilians who had nothing to do with the world when they became angry. Yu Shangzhen and the others had seen too much.

But now, in order to cover the villagers hiding in a forest, they can only shoot at the Japanese army.

"Keep this distance from the little devils, and don't let them get close." Shang Zhen reminded while running.

And he didn't forget to look forward when he said this.

There is a river ahead, some people are there, it is Wang Laomao leading the rest.

"Hurry up, we have to cover the Shang boys after we cross the river!" Old Mao Wang stood by the river and urged the soldiers crossing the river.

But at this time, a person appeared beside Wang Laomao, and that person was Ju Hongxia.

"What are you doing here just crossing the river?" Wang Laomao said angrily when he saw Ju Hongxia approaching him with the grace that ordinary women don't have.

"I fainted when I saw the water, I dare not go there!" Ju Hongxia replied apologetically.

"Huh?" Old Mao Wang looked at Ju Hongxia.

Naturally, the four eyes met when they were speaking, and Ju Hongxia's face was just like her name, showing a touch of redness.

Ju Hongxia was not seriously injured.

Just as Wang Laomao guessed, when he rushed out of the ancestral hall, he himself was hit on the back of the head by a small brick blown up by a Japanese grenade, and the same was true for Ju Hongxia, it was just that the sequence of injuries was different.

The difference is that the back of Wang Laomao's head was hit with a lump the size of a goose egg, while the back of Ju Hongxia's head was just hit with a bump the size of an egg.

After dawn, someone naturally checked Ju Hongxia's injuries.

The back of the head is just a lump the size of an egg, so what kind of injury is that? Speaking in the Northeast dialect, it’s really bloody (evil) like pulling your palms...

"Hu Zhuzi, carry her on my back!" Old Mao Wang ordered

"No, no need!" Ju Hongxia quickly waved her hands, "I'll cross the river with you!"

Ju Hongxia's voice was a bit loud, and those who hadn't entered the water all looked at her and Old Mao Wang.

But they just glanced at it. Now that the Japanese army is chasing them, it is not the time to moji.

Old Mao Wang grinned when he heard Xu Hongxia's words. He was just about to say why you, a little girl, have so much trouble, but Ju Hongxia said again: "Thank you for saving my life last night, uncle!"

uncle?

Just this one sentence is really easy to use, Wang Laomao was immediately stunned by Ju Hongxia!

Yes, Wang Lao Mao is now in his forties. And that Ju Hongxia is only in her twenties, so it's okay for people to call him uncle!

Only then did Wang Laomao understand why Ju Hongxia asked her to cross the river.

Regardless of how many injuries Ju Hongxia suffered at the time, she couldn't judge it by herself in the dark, and in the end, wasn't Ju Hongxia framed by his old hat?

She must think that he is old enough to be her uncle and father, so he won't take advantage of her, right?

While speaking, other people were already crossing the river, and only Wang Laomao and Ju Hongxia were left on the bank.

As the saying goes, Northeast people are afraid of respect but not violence, and this is most evident in Wang Laomao.

Wang Laomao looked at Ju Hongxia looking at him, and suddenly he felt an emotion that he didn't know how to express, but it was actually called "care".

Only trust, er, and beauty, you can't live up to it!

Old Mao Wang raised his legs and went into the water, and now it was really not the time to moan, so Ju Hongxia also entered the water, and even reached out her hand to grab the lapel of Old Mao Wang's clothes.

How deep is this water? The male soldier can show his head, but the problem is that Ju Hongxia is a woman, and her height is only a little over 1.6 meters. She will definitely be submerged in the deepest part of the water.

Wang Laomao "dragged" Ju Hongxia into the water for a few meters, and the water got deeper.

At this point, what's the point of talking about anything else? If Old Mao Wang doesn't take Ju Hongxia across the river, he won't be a man from Northeast China!

As soon as Wang Laomao turned his right hand, he grabbed Ju Hongxia's hand that was pulling his skirt, and his left hand raised his flower organ above his head.

And at this time, Little Dustpan and the others waited in the middle of the water, and finally Little Dustpan took Wang Laomao's gun, and Ju Hongxia was carried across the river by Wang Laomao!

"Why do you have to take this river?" Ju Hongxia, the deepest person ever, asked when she got off Wang Laomao.

"You can stop the little devil for a while longer." Old Mao Wang replied somewhat absent-mindedly.

At this time, he still felt itchy on the back of his neck.

It is a kind of residual feeling, and the literati call it "breathing like orchid".

Note: Blood (evil) is almost pulling the palm, exaggerating the meaning of making a fuss over a molehill.