The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2151 Warrior (Part )

An hour later, Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang, who had already hidden in a pile of firewood, looked even uglier.

There is one more thing here, which is that his complexion was not good before.

The reason for his bad face before was of course because Han Maocai must have died. Although they did not see it with their own eyes, they heard the short bursts of fire from the box gun.

The short burst of gunfire only made a momentary sound and then never came back. What did that mean? Do I need to see it with my own eyes?

And now the two stubborn guys looked even worse, because Han Maocai had sacrificed himself to create this opportunity and they had finally managed to escape from the blockade of the Japanese cavalry.

But after running for an hour and arriving outside the village, they suddenly discovered that there were Japanese troops in the village.

In desperation, the two of them could only hide next to the firewood pile next to the village.

But when they looked more carefully, they found that their situation was even worse than before!

Previously, they were blocked by the Japanese army and could not move forward.

But this time, Japanese troops appeared all around them.

Of course, the Japanese troops were not as dense or close as they had imagined during the war, but apart from the bushes where the two of them were hiding, the surrounding area was wide open, so they could see sporadic Japanese troops.

There are places where people can hide, such as a forest that looks to be of decent size.

But thanks to the Japanese troops roaming around, the two of them did not dare to move.

And it was fortunate that the two of them did not move, because now they saw people coming out of the woods, a large group of people, they were ordinary people, and they were being escorted out of the woods by the Japanese army!

"Where did so many Japanese devils come from?" Peng Liang was slow to react.

"Why are you called Peng Liang? From now on just call yourself Hu Liangzi!" Qian Chuaner said unhappily.

"What Hu Liangzi?" Peng Liang didn't understand.

"Hu Zhuzi's brother, Hu Zhuzi is the big tiger, and you, Hu Liangzi, are the second tiger, the second tiger, baji!" Qian Chuaner said angrily.

"Why are you scolding people?" Peng Liang didn't dare to talk back to Qian Chuan'er and muttered softly.

"The Japanese invaders who were on the mopping-up raid have returned. The common people have all hidden outside the village. The Japanese invaders have sent people to arrest people everywhere! Where do so many Japanese invaders come from?" Qian Chuan'er had no choice but to explain to Peng Liang.

"Oh." Peng Liang's brain was slow to react, and he finally understood after Qian Chuan'er said that.

Just now he was wondering why these Japanese soldiers were like chickens and eggs, running around here and there. It turned out that they were out to target the common people.

How can they get through this time? Qian Chuan'er was a little worried. It seemed that they could only wait until the Japanese soldiers finished searching the fields and the people withdrew before they could continue on their way.

But the problem is that it's afternoon now.

Qian Chuan'er was still worried, but then Peng Liang said, "Hey, do you think the Japanese won't come to search the place where we are hiding?"

"Why are you bringing up something else?" Qian Chuan'er said angrily.

Yes, there are Japanese troops everywhere, and they are looking for people everywhere. If they also come to search these piles of firewood, wouldn’t the two of them be exposed?

"Then if I don't mention it, the Japanese won't come?" Peng Liang retorted.

Peng Liang is not good at speaking. What he actually wants to say is that we are at a war, and in a war we must certainly prepare for the worst. Only by being prepared can we avoid danger. Is that a nonsensical thing to say?

"Forget about hiding in the pile of firewood, let's just climb to the top," said Qian Chuan'er.

There were several piles of firewood where the two of them were hiding. They hid in the middle of these piles. The pile of firewood next to them was not small and was made of wheat.

Wheat straw is the part of wheat straw without the wheat ears. Qian Chuaner and Peng Liang, who are from Northeast China, are very familiar with this.

Anyone with common sense knows that wheat straw is very light, unless you mistake a field of newly grown wheat seedlings for a leek field.

Because wheat straw is light and hollow in the middle, it is much easier to get into the firewood pile. But if it is a bean pile, forget it, because it is too heavy and it is difficult to dig a hole in a short time. If someone hides in a wheat pile, the Japanese devils really can't find it.

But the problem is that once you go in you can only see one side, and you can't see anything on the remaining three sides. You can't just stick your head around and look around in that pile of firewood.

Besides, the Japanese devils were used to burning, killing and looting, and "burning" was the most common crime.

If the two of them hid in there, the Japanese might not even know if they set fire outside, and they would be burned to death!

But it’s different when they climb up the pile of firewood, at least they have a wide view and can know the situation around them!

"This is it!" Qian Chuan'er pointed to the pile of firewood right next to them.

This pile of firewood is tall and big enough.

It was high enough that once they climbed up, the Japanese soldiers standing on the ground would not be able to see them.

It is big enough, which means it occupies a large enough area. When they reach the top of the firewood pile, they can hide in the middle. Even if there are Japanese soldiers on the roof, they may not be able to find them if they hide in the middle of the top of the firewood pile.

The pile of firewood was very high and the yard was very steep, but fortunately, because the pile of firewood was high, the family was afraid that the firewood would be blown away by a strong wind, so they threw it up and hung straw ropes at both ends of the firewood pile, with large stones tied to both ends of the ropes.

Peng Liang stuck his head out and saw that the Japanese soldiers in the distance did not notice this place, so he whispered: "I'll hold the rope for you, you climb up quickly." Then he climbed out.

Peng Liang was holding the straw rope, while Qian Chuaner was holding the rope at one end and climbing up to the pile of firewood.

Qian Chuan'er, who was small and light, climbed to the top of the firewood pile like a monkey.

Then he pulled the rope again, and Peng Liang, who had returned from the other end of the firewood pile, also climbed up by pulling the rope.

The two men hid on the pile of firewood and observed. After more than half an hour, Japanese soldiers returned one after another, escorting varying numbers of civilians.

However, the Japanese army did not drive the people into the village. Instead, they all stayed in the open space at the entrance of the village.

Soon, more and more people were searched out from the fields by the Japanese army. There were already three or four hundred people, men and women, young and old, forming a large black mass, and the Japanese army outside set up machine guns.

The only thing that Yu Qianchuan'er and Peng Liang could be thankful for was that the firewood pile where they were was still about seventy or eighty meters away from the village entrance. As long as they lay still, they would not be discovered by the Japanese army for a while.

But at this moment, Qian Chuan'er suddenly whispered, "It's broken!"

"What's wrong?" Peng Liang asked.

"Will the Japanese kill the civilians?" Qian Chuan'er said worriedly.

"What should we do then?" Peng Liang became worried when he heard this.

It was no news that the Japanese army massacred civilians, not to mention that these civilians were from the base area.

When Peng Liang asked this, Qian Chuaner didn't say a word.

At this moment, Peng Liang suddenly realized something and his expression changed.

What did he figure out? Although his brain was slow to react, he was not stupid. He thought of Han Maocai who had died only an hour ago.

But before he could say anything, a man with a duck voice suddenly shouted from the crowd in front of him: "The Imperial Army said that if anyone can tell where the Eighth Route Army or Shang Zhen's camp is, the Imperial Army will reward him greatly!

If you don't tell me, the Imperial Army won't waste time talking to you. If you don't know, you'll be beheaded!"

The person who spoke must be a traitorous translator, but Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang could have guessed it even if they were not in the crowd. The crowd must be completely silent.

How could ordinary people know where the Eighth Route Army or Shang Zhenying were? Even if they knew, they wouldn't tell you!

But at this moment, Peng Liang whispered, "Old Han has also died. It's my turn now. You have to complete the task that Secretary He has assigned to you!"

After Peng Liang finished speaking, he rolled over and slid under the pile of firewood with his rifle in hand.