The War of Resistance

The character of Northeastern people is to repay hatred and repay kindness.

The old man who blamed Shang Zhen and the others for his son's death naturally did not leave a good impression on the soldiers, but Qin Chuan remembered the young man who helped them.

In the rush to evacuate from the village, Qin Chuan didn't have time to ask how the half-grown boy's father was doing, so this time he wanted to see how the half-grown boy was doing.

As soon as Qin Chuan moved, Chen Hanwen followed.

"Don't follow me. I won't show up even if I go there. I'll just take a look and tell you no later." Qin Chuan said to Chen Hanwen.

Chen Hanwen had no choice but to stop.

For a moment, the soldiers no longer quarreled, but they all hid behind the grave mounds and watched from a distance how the villagers buried the dead.

At this time, the noise of the funeral also alarmed Shang Zhen in the distance.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I have to go over and take a look." Shang Zhen said to Gao Yuyan, and then ran towards the soldiers.

Gao Yuyan saw Shang Zhen's extremely dexterous figure flashing among the big tombs and small tombs.

Oops, is he a born warrior? How come he walks so nimble and light?

At this time, Gao Yuyan completely forgot that she was in the middle of a mass grave.

Gao Yuyan just stared at it like this, until a group of crows flew "croaking" in the distance, and she finally calmed down. When she moved her feet, she accidentally kicked out human bones in the soil under her feet!

She was so frightened that she wanted to open her mouth and scream, but she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Only then did she remember that she was in this mass grave.

She suddenly felt that this situation was too incredible.

She thought, if she really had anything to do with Shang Zhen in the future, then if she recalled such a moment in this graveyard, it would be difficult to form a consistent relationship between that kind of romantic feelings and this ghastly graveyard. A harmonious and emotional picture.

They all say that "on a bright moonlit night, a short pine tree, a lonely tomb thousands of miles away makes me cry heartbroken", but what does the play I performed mean? "On a bright moonlit night, graveyards are littered, and an infatuated lover longs for his lover." Why do you feel like you are performing a story from a Chinese fairy tale, as if the relationship between a man and a ghost is still unresolved?

But at this time, Shang Zhen didn't know Gao Yuyan's thoughts. Soon, Shang Zhen and the others gathered at the ambush location, and at this time Qin Chuan had already ran back from the front.

"How's it going?" Chen Hanwen asked hurriedly.

"It really scared me at first. I saw that half-grown boy crying there.

Later, I thought it didn't look like it, because I vaguely heard that the person he was crying was his uncle, and it seemed that the person who died was not his father. Qin Chuan replied, and now there was a smile on his face.

"People are dead and you are still laughing. Even if we don't know those common people, you don't have to laugh." At this time, Bai Zhan said in an awkward tone.

"Go away, I've seen a lot of dead people. If the dead people cry too, can I cry?" Qin Chuan scolded Bai Zhan.

"If you keep nagging you, get out of here. I don't like thieves!" At this time, Mr. Wang, who also came back, also scolded Bai Zhan.

When Bai Zhan saw that Mr. Wang had also spoken, he could only say something through his mouth, but only he knew what he said, because he didn't make a sound at all.

He didn't dare to speak out, because if he dared to speak out, Mr. Wang would definitely stuff him into the dilapidated unknown grave. What he muttered to himself was, "I'm a thief, but I'm a thief." He only steals things, but not people."

The implication is that as for your little wife Wang Lao Mao, you have some marks (rare) on her, I haven’t set your sights on her yet!

But now that Mr. Wang was there, Shang Zhen no longer had to worry about Bai Zhan's mouth. He listened to the cries of the people in front and sighed secretly, turned around and walked away.

The burial process will naturally not be quick, and Shang Zhen and the others are still waiting for the Japanese and puppet troops who do not know whether they will arrive.

"Actually, I think we may not be able to achieve any results if we wait here. We are not locals, but even locals may not know where the Japanese and puppet army brigade is. If we wait like this, it is better to go directly Went to find the 112th Division." After waiting for more than half an hour, Qiu Bo said to Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen did not answer.

His original intention in letting his group come back was that he didn't want this village to be massacred by the Japanese army again, so he wanted to kill the Japanese again.

But now he found that his previous consideration was immature.

Even if the Japanese and puppet troops took revenge because some of their people were killed by their own group in this village.

Moreover, my group once again eliminated some Japanese and puppet troops, but wouldn't the Japanese and puppet troops follow?

In that case, how long can people like myself protect this village? And how long can people like myself persist?

Is it just for peace of mind? What should you do if your companions are injured or killed in the upcoming battle?

For a moment, although Shang Zhen remained silent, his heart was already in chaos.

But the next development of things made Shang Zhen's heart even more confused.

"The little dustpan is back!" a soldier shouted in a low voice.

The mass graves where Shang Zhen and the others were located were in the southeast of the village, and the released puppet army prisoners ran on this road passing through the mass graves.

Since they were ambushing in the southeast of the village, Shang Zhen and the others naturally had their backs to the village.

Previously, everyone was watching the villagers being buried from a distance, but now they all turned around and looked around when they heard the little dustpan came back.

Sure enough, the figure of the little dustpan appeared between the big and small graves in front.

Qian Chuan'er and Xiao Dustpan were sent further forward by Shang Zhen as observation posts.

Shang Zhen only guessed that the Japanese and puppet troops would come to this village to retaliate and kill people. As for how many Japanese and puppet troops could come, how could he possibly know? In this way, leaving two people in the front to observe could kill the enemy in time. The information was sent back so that Shang Zhen and the others could be prepared to deal with it.

"Boss, it's broken this time. When the little devil comes, you need a small team, but the second devil is less, that is, there are about forty or fifty people." When Xiao Dustpan panted heavily and reported to Shang Zhen, everyone started talking. Somewhat shocked.

A Japanese team must have about a hundred people, plus forty or fifty puppet troops. With the strength of the Japanese puppet troops and the current terrain of the graveyard, although an attack would be sudden, But no matter how sudden it was, Shang Zhen and the others would never be able to defeat so many enemies!

Moreover, everyone is a veteran, and the ambush location they chose now is only fifty or sixty meters away from the road.

Such a distance is certainly conducive to the firepower of the automatic firearms in their hands.

However, as soon as the Japanese and puppet troops regain their breath, they will also get into the graveyard, and then the battle will turn into a dogfight. In this case, they are destined to suffer casualties, and they will never be able to do guerrilla warfare. Shoot from a distance and then turn around and run.

So should this ambush be fought or not? Everyone became a little nervous and looked at Shang Zhen, waiting for Shang Zhen's final decision.

However, they didn't know that Shang Zhen was struggling with another issue at this time.

The question is, not to mention whether people like myself can defeat so many Japanese and puppet troops, but what will be the result after the defeat?

If the result of the fight is that people like myself escape, will the Japanese and puppet troops go to massacre the villages?

And if people like myself didn’t fight the Japanese and puppet troops, would it be possible for those Japanese and puppet troops not to massacre the villages?

Don't let the Japanese and puppet troops suffer losses because of people like you, but instead harm the villagers again!